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"The eighth set of radio gymnastics, the first section, standing still, preparation: one, two, three, two, three, four..."

Early in the morning, Chen Tianlang was woken up by the huge noise from his neighbor's recorder.

Since Uncle Zhang's son next door bought him this Sanyo dual-slot tape recorder, Uncle Zhang has forgotten the sadness of the stolen aluminum rice cooker and began to learn to tinker with this fashionable large appliance. Then Chen Tianlang's "sadness" began.

Uncle Zhang is a man who wants to save face. He is old enough, but he has a super fashionable heart. Every time it is dawn in the morning, he will place the recorder in the center of the window, then turn the volume of the recorder, and learn from the sound inside to do the "eighth set of radio gymnastics."

Anyone who walks past his door will see the old man shaking his neck and bullets, and greets him, "Oh, the uncle is practicing!"

Uncle Zhang would reveal his big yellow teeth that symbolizes the working class, bared his teeth and smiled: "Yes, my son bought me a new recorder, this thing is great."

Then, in the other party's envious eyes, he completed the morning exercise for a day, and then went to the kitchen to stew a cake to reward himself. Anyway, he had no wife and his son was in another place, so he was very free.

Chen Tianlang was woken up by the eighth set of radio gymnastics, so he wore a big pants, took an enamel teapot, picked up water, and squatted in the water pressing well to brush his teeth.

When my mother Liu Yuping saw him like this, she kicked him, "Put on your pants, your sister is at home."

Chen Tianlang's mouth was covered in white foam and muttered: "She is sleeping now, it's the same whether I wear it or not." After that, he spitted the white foam on the ground, took another sip of water from the teapot, rumbling in his throat, and then spit out violently.

Liu Yuping had no choice but to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Chen Tianlang was thinking about the big deal of speculation, so he hurriedly put on his school uniform, carefully hid the money he stolen last night, and then pushed the largest 28 permanent bicycle in his house from the inner room, and said to Liu Yuping: "Mom, stop cooking my meal, I'm going to school!" Before Liu Yuping could come out of the kitchen, she pushed the bicycle out.

Liu Yuping ran out with a spatula and complained: "This kid, why are you anxious? I'll give you a pancake..."

When Chen Tianlang went out, he wiped the bicycle up and down with a rag stuffed under the seat. I have to say that my dead father was well maintained, and the car was like a new one after it was wiped.

Chen Tianlang flew into the car, kicked his feet, and the car flew out.

Go to school

Of course not.

Chen Tianlang left the alley where he lived, pinched his hands, stopped the car, then took off his school uniform quickly, exposed the white shirt inside, stuffed the school uniform into the basket, then tied his waist outside and tucked his shirt back in full spirit, got on the car again, turned the front of the car, heading north, heading straight to the steel market in the north of the city.

In the early morning, there were not many pedestrians on the road, unlike in the previous life where there were many private cars. There were basically no vehicles on the entire road except for the sparse bicycles.

There is a steep slope not far away. Several children wearing red scarves and white sneakers, with their noses hanging, carrying schoolbags, and pushing the whirring "iron ring" in their hands. The iron ring rotates happily under the push rod, and the children are playing happily. The iron ring is rolling faster and faster in the steep slope, and finally jumps up, passing through the afterglow of the morning sunshine, rushing on the ancient road.

For some reason, looking at the familiar scene, Chen Tianlang wanted to scream, so he let go of the handle of the bicycle, spread his hands, and let the big bicycle go down.

The morning breeze blew his face, and the morning sun reflected his face red.

It took about five or six minutes before Chen Tianlang arrived at the steel market in Beicheng.

Looking at the door of the steel market, it was not open. Near the door were some men who were pulling goods for others. One was strong, chatting, smoking, waiting for the door to open and work to arrive. Behind them were all kinds of tools for pulling goods, racks, tricycles, and tractor-modified tractors. The best-in-class is the bj "130" light truck parked under the shade of the tree not far away.

The blue body, double-group headlights on the left and right, and black air intake grille are integrated with the bumper. In fact, its prototype is from the famous Toyota Dana at that time. The emergence of the BAIC 130 made up for the gap in the two-door light truck at that time.

Chen Tianlang couldn't help but take a look at the truck more. He was not a car fan, but he knew that if he wanted to transport the three-ton steel bars, it would be best to use such a vehicle, which was fast and had a large load capacity, so he could handle it at one time to avoid delaying time.

Without taking the initiative to go up and chat with these guys who were picking up goods, Chen Tianlang saw a Hu La Soup Shop next to him, and many people gathered there for breakfast. He felt a little hungry and walked over.

There were too many people, and before it was his turn, Chen Tianlang took the time to go to the convenience store next to him to buy a box of soft yellow plums for three or five yuan.

After returning, I sat down and lit a cigarette before taking a few bites, the Hu La soup was served, with large slices of beef, black sweet potato vermicelli, and Hu La soup seasoning, which was fragrant.

Seeing that Hu La Tang was served, Chen Tianlang slapped out the cigarette he had not taken a few puffs and threw it on the ground.

Suddenly, a dirty and black hand picked up the cigarette butt.

Chen Tianlang looked up and saw a man with fluffy hair, shirtless and clothes on his shoulders, laughing at him with his smoky teeth: "What a cigarette, don't waste it!" As he said that, he took out his matches and lit the cigarette butt, and took a sip of it happily.

Chen Tianlang was stunned for a moment. The man in front of him looked very much like Huang Bo, the movie star in his previous life. He couldn't help but look at him more and confirmed that the two of them just looked similar. Then he took out another cigarette and handed it to him and said, "Don't smoke, it's too dirty!"

"It's not dirty! Why is it dirty? I'm used to picking cigarette butts to smoke!" The black-faced man took the cigarette, clamped it on his ear, and then pulled a bench to sit on it. "Smoking is expensive, and I'm also addicted to smoking. If I don't pick up cigarette butts, the whole family will drink the northwest wind."

Seeing that the man was talking interestingly, Chen Tianlang asked: "What did you do?"

The black-faced man whipped Chibang with his clothes and smiled and said, "The coolie is the one who sells his eyes." He spitted out a puff of cigarettes, squinted his eyes, and said, "Rely on the steel market to make a living, carry goods for others. Do you see, I know all those people---"

Chen Tianlang glanced at the men surrounding the steel market, "Who is that 130 light truck?"

"Li Gangban's. What's wrong? You have a job." The black-faced man came to his spirits.

Chen Tianlang nodded, "There are three tons of steel bars to pull."

"Ha, that's fine. If you hire me, I'll ask Li Gangban to give you a discount. By the way, my name is Heipi Laoliu, you can call me Heipi or Laoliu." Seeing that there was a business, the black-faced man seemed very proactive.

"Is it true that Brother Six? My steel bar is not here. To be precise, I want to find a car to pull it from another place to come here." Chen Tianlang explained.

"What did you say? You didn't pull the steel bars from here, but came from other places." Hei Pi Lao Liu pointed to the steel market, looking a little surprised.

Chen Tianlang smiled, "That's right, I just came to this steel market from another place!"

According to Chen Tianlang's plan, if they can't contact Fan Aiguo and Deng Jianjun, or if they don't plan to buy this batch of steel bars after seeing the goods, they can directly pull the steel bars into the steel market and sell them to those big bosses who do building materials business at a low price. Even if they cut in half, they will probably be able to sell for 3,000 yuan for three tons. It can be said that they will solve the problem on the spot, so as not to make a back and forth.

Seeing that Chen Tianlang looked serious and didn't look like he was joking, the black-skinned Lao Liu scratched his head hard and finally said, "Don't care! Just give the money. By the way, where is the goods?"

“In the cotton mill, it’s a little far from here.”

"It doesn't matter if you want to increase the money." Hei Pi Lao Liu said, "We are not afraid of being far away, but being close... If you are too close, you can handle the whole car and tricycle. What else do you have to do? So the farther the better, we can make more money."

Chen Tianlang smiled, it seems that every line is not easy.

Next, the two discussed the approximate price of goods. Hei Pi Lao Liu bet on the sky and earth, saying that his price was the lowest and no one could take it. Then he swears to his 70-year-old mother in his family that 40 yuan is really not much, and if it is too much, he will be Chen Tianlang's surname.

Chen Tianlang was a young man on the surface, but an adult in his heart. He did not immediately agree to the black skin, saying that he would take a look at other people who were picking up goods later, and finally said, "It's a comparison of all the goods."

The black-skinned Lao Liu twitched in his black face. He seemed to have never expected Chen Tianlang to be so difficult. What if he let him go and pay for it, what if anyone who is blindly accepted it? So he gritted his teeth and didn't care whether he would change his surname to Chen, so he lost another 10 yuan and said that he would have a wallet of 30 yuan.

Seeing this, Chen Tianlang clapped his high-high and said, "Trade is done!"
Chapter completed!