this day.

Yang Jun came out of the unit exhausted after working all day.

He was originally going to take the bus back to his home in Qinhuangdao overnight, but when he thought about having to go to work tomorrow, he simply stayed at his home in Pengyuan, Beijing, tonight.

However, he did not take a car, but walked on the street with a few guards.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, black trousers, and cotton-soled cloth shoes. He looked no different from ordinary people.

It's been a long time since he felt the city's fireworks. He planned to take a stroll around the night view of Sijiu City tonight.

"Mahua."

"Candied haws."

"Sugar Man."

"..."

It's the summer of 1985, and the streets are completely different from the metropolises of later generations.

Strictly speaking, this is no different from attending a big market in rural areas in later generations.

The streets are full of people in rustic clothes, carrying various small businesses on their hands and shoulders.

Everyone's face shows their desire for life and money.

"Hey, hey...comrade, why don't you give me the money?"

Yang Jun bought a bunch of candied haws fruits from a candied haws fruit seller, then turned around and left. He didn't take two steps before he was stopped by the man.

Yang Jun chewed the candied haws in his mouth and looked back at Sun Zhaocai.

I saw this guy and Shazhu each holding two bunches of candied haws in their hands, looking at ease.

That silly and naive look made Yang Jun feel his teeth hurt.

"Pay the money."

The two idiots, Sun Zhaocai and Shazhu, looked at each other, and then shook their heads in unison.

"No money."

"No money?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he suddenly felt that the candied haws in his hand no longer smelled good.

"What do you two eat if you don't have money?"

Usually, when he goes shopping and so on, the security guard pays for it, and these two guys often eat and drink together.

But I didn't expect that I didn't bring any money today.

Seeing that the two of them were so cowardly and didn't look like they were carrying money, Yang Jun suddenly felt a headache.

"That's not okay. Let me tell you, this comrade is in a new society now. He doesn't like to eat the King's meal. It's really not okay. Let's find a place to reason with him."

The candied haws seller saw that none of the three of them had any money, and immediately became anxious.

"Everyone, come and see, these three people are freeloaders..."

Before the man could shout out, Yang Jun immediately handed over a big black ten.

"Is it enough?"

Yang Jun asked with a dark face.

He just took this banknote out of space. He is so big and doesn't want to be treated as a freeloader.

"Who are you? You obviously have money but you don't want to pay for it. Looking at what you are wearing, you look like a dog... Humph!"

The man grabbed the black ten and left without even changing the money, cursing and leaving.

"Two bastards."

Yang Jun immediately gave each of them a kick.

"If I hadn't brought the money with me, would I have been treated as a freeloader?"

"Uncle Yang, no one knew you were going shopping today, and we didn't even bring any money," Sun Zhaocai said.

"That's right, even if you don't give me money, you still have to eat for free." Silly Zhu muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say? Say it again if you can."

Yang Jun raised his foot and kicked him, but unfortunately, Silly Zhu dodged him.

There were so many people on the street, but Yang Jun did not pursue them for the sake of image.

Afterwards, he continued shopping while holding the candied haws and cursing.

"If you don't have money, why don't you go shopping for a hammer?" Sun Zhaocai whispered.

"Just because you don't have money doesn't mean I don't have money."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him.

Then in front of them, he took out a stack of black hundred from his trouser pocket.

This is a 100-denomination note that just came out. A stack is worth 10,000 yuan.

"Take it, don't be treated like a freeloader anymore."

Yang Jun threw the banknotes into his arms.

"Uncle Yang, you... such a big leader actually brings money?"

Sun Zhaocai looked at Yang Jun in shock.

"Why, it can't work?" Yang Jun's eyes widened.

"Okay, of course, it's okay, but I didn't expect that such a big leader like you would bring money." Sun Zhaocai laughed.

Afterwards, the three of them continued shopping.

"The twist is good, let me try it for you, Uncle Yang."

"That rice cake is not bad, I'll try it for my godfather too."

After these two people got rich, they feasted on the food in the name of tasting it for Yang Jun, and bought whatever was delicious.

And he spends money lavishly, which makes him feel bad. Sometimes he won't give change for a hundred-yuan note.

This scene made Yang Jun's face twitch.

It's not that he cares about money, it's just that he can't stand the way others look at them as idiots.

Look at these three prodigal things, they don’t regard money as money.

Along the way, they ate and drank, walked and stopped, and whenever they came across something selling delicious food, they would just stand there and leave when they were full.

"Junzi."

Suddenly, a cry came from behind.

Yang Jun followed the sound and saw an acquaintance not far away.

"Silly pillar?"

"Haha, Junzi, I didn't expect it was really you. I just stood there and looked at it for a long time, but I didn't dare to recognize it."

He Yuzhu gave Yang Jun a bear hug and kept patting Yang Jun on the shoulder.

"Hey, you smell so much of oil smoke?"

Yang Jun struggled to leave his arms, pinched his nose and took two steps back.

Silly Zhu lowered his head and smelled his clothes, looking embarrassed.

"Hey, it's strange that we cooks don't smell."

After saying that, he looked back at the big hotel behind him.

"Brother, what's going on? Come in and have a couple of drinks?"

Yang Jun looked up and unknowingly arrived at Shazhu's Sichuan Cuisine Hotel.

He had been here once before, but it had been so long that he didn't remember it.

"Isn't this...not good?"

It's not that Yang Jun is being polite, it's that he is full from eating snacks along the way and has no stomach at this moment.

"Hey, you are being polite to me. This is not your military style."

Not allowing Yang Jun to refuse, Shazhu put his arm around Yang Jun's shoulders and led him directly to the hotel.

Yang Jun didn't refuse, he was thirsty at the moment.

It's also good to go in and drink some hot water.

Silhu's restaurant is very popular, and the entrance is full of cars of all kinds. All of these people are well-dressed and look like they have status.

When we arrived at the lobby, it was noisy inside, and there was a fairly long queue at the front desk. Those were all people waiting to dine.
To be continued...