A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 149 Want to buy a car on the black market

As long as there is profit to be made, Lin Sanqi is full of fighting spirit.

Not to mention South China, even going to Venezuela is no problem now.

Southerners have a spirit of adventure in their bones that allows them to be bosses and sleep on the floor. They don’t mind going to the ends of the earth to make money.

While having dinner, Lin Sanqi was thinking about what he needed to prepare for his trip to the south, the first thing being transportation.

To get from the capital to the three southern provinces of China, you have to take a train, but in 59 the southern railway network was not well developed.

Take Hujian Province for example. In 59, there was only one railway in the entire province, the Yingxia Line, which ran from Yingtan, Jiangxi to Xiamen, Hujian Province. Even the provincial capital, Huzhou, had no railway.

Lin Sanqi wanted to go to Putian and Zhangpu. There was no railway access to these two places, and it was unlikely that there were long-distance buses. Lin Sanqi had to find a way himself.

Why was it said that business trips were hard in the 1950s and 1960s? The hardship was due to the journey.

In an era without cars or trains, if you were lucky you could ride on a fellow villager’s ox cart, but if you were unlucky you could only walk on foot.

It’s not 2023. You can just use your phone to call a taxi. As long as you have money, the taxi will drive you to LS in one go.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi thought of the Land Cruiser in his channel space.

It is okay to drive off-road vehicles from modern society in the Northwest region, because the Northwest region is vast and sparsely populated, so there is no need to worry about being seen.

Even if some herdsmen occasionally saw it, the off-road vehicle had already passed by at lightning speed, and the herdsmen could not see it clearly. If they saw it clearly, they would only exclaim, "It's so damn fast."

But it’s different in the South.

The south is densely populated, with villages one after another and dense water networks, so cars cannot speed up at all.

The key point is that whether it is Hujian, Dongguan or Guangqi, these three provinces are all coastal and border, with many border stations, and the people and local governments are more vigilant against enemy spies.

If Lin Sanqi appeared on the roads in the south driving a strange car, he would be caught in minutes.

So if you want to go to the south, you definitely don't need a Land Cruiser, and you can't use several other off-road motorcycles or freestyle motorcycles either. The most you can ride is a 28-bar bicycle.

Hundreds or thousands of kilometers on a bicycle? Crazy?

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi quickly shook his head. After riding a bicycle for thousands of kilometers, do you still want the eggs?
Lin Kucan saw that his youngest son was frowning and shaking his head while eating, looking absent-minded, so he smiled and advised:

"Qizi, don't worry too much. Although the conditions in the south are a little difficult, it is the Communist Party's world after all. What are you afraid of? This is not the time of warlords fighting each other. There won't be too much danger."

Jin Caifeng also advised:

"That's right. Don't be afraid. If the mission is not completed, we can just quit being buyers. Anyway, you have already entered the hospital and have a formal position. You are a formal cadre of the state. You can definitely change your unit. If it doesn't work out, you can learn medicine from your father. You will always have a meal."

Lin Sanqi opened his mouth and wanted to ask his father for help, but finally chose to keep silent.

He couldn't ask Comrade Lao Lin, "Do you have a car for me?"
Comrade Lao Lin still walks to work and doesn’t even have a bicycle, so where would he get a car from?
I don’t know who the imported cars in my hometown belong to now.

At night, Lin Sanqi, who was sleeping in bed, felt more and more that something was wrong. He decided to go to the black market to think of a solution. So he got up and quietly went to Chaoyang Park.

Lin Sanqi is now well-known in the four major black markets in the capital's east, west, south and north. He is one of the most important tea and brown sugar suppliers in the black market.

However, Lin Sanqi was careful and did not sell large quantities of grain.

Food was a very sensitive issue in 59 and attracted a lot of attention.

Some people just laugh it off when it comes to selling tea and sugar, after all, it has little impact on people's livelihood.

If he dared to sell grain on a large scale, not only would the black market organizers give him trouble, but I'm afraid the staff of relevant departments lurking in the black market would also give him trouble and force him to hand over the source of the grain.

Chaoyang Park is more lively at night than during the day, and many shady things are sold at night.

Lin Sanqi was walking around slowly with his hands behind his back and a flashlight in hand. In fact, he was looking for someone, the big tea sellers.

Those who could buy more than ten or twenty kilograms of tea at one time were almost all prominent people in the city back then. Now it was only 59, the period of public-private partnership, and Lin Sanqi felt that these old capitalists must have cars.

After walking around for a while, Lin Sanqi was suddenly patted on the shoulder from behind.

Lin Sanqi was shocked. According to legend, if someone pats you on the back in the middle of the night, it must be bad news. It could be a wild ghost or a bear, neither of which Lin Sanqi could afford to offend.

"Who? Don't scare me. I'm telling you, scaring others can kill them!"

"Oh my god, when did you become so timid? Normally you seem to be quite brave, selling all the tea in the state warehouse."

Lin Sanqi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the old man's voice, patted his chest and turned around:
"Master Fu, you are a prince of the Qing Dynasty after all, why do you always scare people in the middle of the night?"

Old Man Fu chuckled and glanced behind Lin Sanqi:

"Boy, what good stuff do you have to sell today? Let me take a look first." Lin Sanqi's eyes rolled, thinking that this old man has a powerful background. Although it is a new society now, his family fortune must not have been squandered, right?

Unlike Prince Rui Zhongquan who robbed his own ancestral tomb, Prince Yu Duanzhen who sold his ancestral home (later Union Hospital), Prince Su Shanqi who gave birth to a Han Chinese daughter, Kawashima Yoshiko, Prince Zhuang Zaigong who played supporting roles in theaters, and Prince Keqin Yansen who pulled a rickshaw.

All of the above are famous prodigal princes. Let alone valuable things in their homes, they are lucky to have a steamed corn bread.

However, the last emperor's brother Fu Zuo had a good reputation among the people. He did not have any bad hobbies such as eating, drinking, gambling, and watching actors. He usually just wrote and painted at home and was a cultured person.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi took Old Man Fu aside and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Fu, I'm in trouble. Do you think I can buy a car in the black market in Sijiuli?"

Fu Zuo looked at the young man in front of him in surprise:

"Fuck, you are so good that you even dare to buy a car? Do you dare to drive it after buying it? You will be caught in a minute."

Lin Sanqi quickly covered up and said, "Hey, I want this car to be sent to other places. How can I dare to drive it in this city?"

"You're a smart kid."

Fu Zuo suddenly turned his eyes and asked, "Tell me, kid, what kind of car do you want to buy?"

Lin Sanqi held up two fingers:
"I want to buy a big truck and a small car. But the small car should be a jeep. The sedans that officials ride in have too low a chassis and are too delicate. They can only be driven in the city. They have to be parked outside the city."

Fu Zuo chuckled and said, "Boy, if I have a way to get these two cars, how are you going to buy them?"

Lin Sanqi was delighted, thinking that the last prince was indeed different and had great abilities.

"Mr. Fu, we are old friends. Why don't you trust me? Name a price and see if I can afford it."

Fu Zuo was also straightforward: "Okay, I like your straightforwardness. Come with me, I'll show you the car first, and then I'll make an offer if you're satisfied."

"Okay, let's go!"

An old man and a young boy walked out of the black market and into the darkness. Old Man Fu took the bicycle from an acquaintance and rode towards the city with Lin Sanqi.

Half an hour later, Fu Zuo said to Lin Sanqi behind him:

"Boy, we'll be at my house in a bit. I brought you here because we're old friends. You better be more careful with your words from now on."

Lin Sanqi looked around and saw the trust store where he bought the furniture. Then he asked:
"Grandpa, isn't this Dongsi North Street?"

"Hey, do you know him?"

"Of course I know him. My father brought me here to buy things and make trouble. It's the Trust Store."

"You are such a smart kid, I know I can't hide it from you. My home is in Dongsi San Tiao Hutong. Sit tight, I'm about to turn."

Dongsi San Tiao is said to be a hutong, but it is actually a relatively wide road where two cars can park side by side without any problem, which shows that it was a residential area for dignitaries in the late Qing Dynasty.

Old Man Fu parked his bicycle in front of a large house gate. Seeing Lin Sanqi peeking in, he introduced with a smile:
"See? The house in front was originally the home of Fu Kang'an, the Minister of Personnel. Next door is the home of Weng Tonghe, the Minister of Revenue. The house under the tree in the far distance is the home of Song Jun, the Duke of Wenqing.

This is my home. Next door is the home of Wang Mintong, the cousin of Empress Wanrong. Further away is Meng Xiaodong’s home. Do you know Meng Xiaodong? She is an opera singer, known as the Winter Queen. She was originally Mei Lanfang’s concubine, and later married the Green Gang boss Du Yuesheng.

Lin Sanqi thought that he was indeed a noble from the previous dynasty. He would be well-known for any name he mentioned:
"Wang Mintong? Is she the most beautiful princess in the legend?"

Fu Zuo was a little surprised: "Oh, you heard about it too? Hey, this young lady has wanted to marry my brother since she was a child. She has been waiting for so many years. Alas, it's pitiful."

As Old Man Fu spoke, he opened the door of his house:

"Let's go to my house and have a look. There are good things inside."

The gate of a traditional Beijing courtyard house is usually in the southeast corner, with a screen wall at the entrance. The more imposing screen wall may have a small courtyard behind it, which is specially for servants to live in.

But the door of the Fu Mansion was in the middle, which made Lin Sanqi feel a little strange:
"Master Fu, your gate is different. Why does it feel more imposing than the Princess's Mansion where I live?"

Fu Zuo said proudly while carrying the bicycle:

"That's right. My gate originally had five doors on the front, and the three in the middle could be opened. There were 63 door nails in nine rows and seven columns, do you know what rank this was? A prince? But later, in the new society, the four side doors were all blocked with walls, leaving only the middle door for entry and exit."

Lin Sanqi thought to himself that poverty really limited his imagination. It was estimated that other people's toilets were several times bigger than his living room.

Old Man Fu is still bragging:

"See? There are only four families in the entire Dongsi San Tiao. Back then... well, let's not talk about it. Now they are all down and out, barely able to get enough to eat. Their lives are..."

(End of this chapter)