Before leaving the hospital, Ming Leyao greeted Doctor Sun and asked him to pay more attention to her husband's condition. She also said that she wanted to buy some vegetables to cook so that when Fu Wencheng woke up, he would have enough nutrition. She also asked in a more obscure way about the addresses of several larger black markets in Beijing.

After leaving the hospital, Ming Leyao wrote down these addresses the first thing he did, and went to a state-owned restaurant to eat a bowl of Beijing bean juice and fried dough sticks. He first visited two black markets not far from the hospital, and saw that there were people coming and going inside. The venue was large enough, and there were people standing at the door. The demand for supplies on this day must be...indispensable.

Beijing is the capital of a country after all. The city covers a large area. It is so large that you may not be able to travel from the east end to the north end by car and return on the same day.

There are more than a dozen supply and marketing cooperatives of all sizes, four department stores, five state-owned restaurants, and eight guest houses.

With a large population, there must be a lot of material supplies, but the amount of material supplies in the whole country is limited. If it is distributed equally to everyone, it is definitely not enough. Therefore, people in Beijing have acquiesced to the existence of the black market, and some even come here to buy things more frequently than to the supply and marketing cooperatives.

Ming Leyao found a deserted place, entered the space to change her appearance, and put on a backpack filled with noodles, pork, pheasant, white sugar, brown sugar, ten kilograms of white rice, and ten kilograms of white flour.

He staggered to the entrance of the black market.

She had a clear goal, which was to run after the young comrade who was guarding the black market.

"Comrade, I want to discuss a big deal with your boss. I wonder if you can introduce me to him?"

"Go away, you little dried-up kid, how can you have a big deal with our boss? If you want to sell something, just pay the money and set up a stall. If you are a troublemaker, don't blame me for being rude."

"Young comrade, you black market people all use shady tactics. I'm not stupid. If there wasn't a really big deal, would I have come here to get beaten? I'll just help introduce you. Whether it works or not, you won't lose anything, right?"

After saying that, he took out a dozen White Rabbit candies from his pocket and stuffed them into his hands.

After seeing the things, the young comrade's face looked much better.

"What do you want to talk about? Tell me first."

"Have you seen these? Super large quantities..."

The young comrade looked down at Ming Leyao's backpack, which contained white noodles, fine grains, and three layers of pork belly...

There are also bags of white sugar and brown sugar, which are hard currency in the black market. Whoever has these things will have no trouble exchanging them for what they want in the black market.

"large?"

"large."

"How old?"

"That depends on how big your black market can get."

“.......”

"???????"

The young comrade looked at Ming Leyao as if she was a fool.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I risked my life to bring these things to Jing City. I don't have the time to tease you. Just tell me whether you want to recommend me or not. If not, I'll find someone else. Jing City doesn't have only one black market."

Seeing Ming Leyao getting anxious, the young comrade also became a little panicked. Although the relationship between several black markets in Beijing City was harmonious on the surface, they were still competitive in secret and would occasionally fight for the territories under their jurisdiction. You know, marking out one more alley could bring a lot of profits to the black market.

If he really pushes such a large deal out, the boss will definitely kill him? ?

"Introduction, introduction, please follow me."

The young comrade led Ming Leyao to the alley next to him without saying a word.

This alley is quite long and winding, so it's easy to get lost if you're not familiar with the road. You'll turn out of the alley and walk towards the main street. When you come to a tree, you'll go around it and enter the alley again.

Finally, it stopped in front of an ordinary adobe house.

This house is so ordinary...

There is no difference between this row of houses.

There is still a feeling of surviving in the cracks.

Although it is a bit small, after entering, I feel that the courtyard is well-maintained, clean, and comfortable to look at.

"Sister Ming? Sister Ming?"

“Here I come.”

The door opened and a heroic-looking lesbian appeared before him.

"What's up, Pothead?"

"Sister Ming, this person is here to talk to you about big business."

Ming Leyao was shocked when she heard what the young comrade said.

What the hell? This black market boss is actually a lesbian???

My mom...

A heroine.

"Okay, go back."

"Okay, Sister Ming."

After the young comrade left, Ming Leyao and Ming Jie were left in the yard.

"Come in, comrade, let's talk inside."

"Um."

Entering the main room, Ming Leyao felt that this room...

A bit strange.

The space feels large, and there are indeed a lot of things placed inside, but it doesn't seem that big when you look at it from the outside.

Is it my own illusion? ?

"Please take a seat."

"good."

The two people sat opposite each other. Ming Leyao put the backpack directly on the ground, opened it with his big hands, and revealed the things inside.

"Comrade, this stuff of yours is... a little too little, isn't it?"

"It's just a stepping stone. Let's check the goods first and then talk."

"Oh? It seems that the young comrade is quite talented. He can even get such good noodles?"

Sister Ming picked up a bundle of noodles, weighed it in her hand, smelled it, checked everything inside one by one, then sat back on the stool and asked, "The goods are good, the quantity..."

"Don't worry, as long as you tell me, I have it."

Ming Jie raised her eyebrows. It was the first time she had talked to such a generous seller. In the past, she was always so generous. She would wave her hand and say to others, "I want all you have."

Today, I was bullied for once.

Well, this is fresh...

"Let's talk about the price first."

"I don't even want a ticket, I just want money."

"That... is great."

She was still thinking that if the goods on the other side were all of this kind, and in large quantities, she might not have enough tickets.

Some of those who come to her black market come to trade tickets.

"This dried noodles is three yuan a bundle, pork is one yuan a pound, rice is fifty cents a pound, white flour is eighty cents, white sugar is two yuan a bag, brown sugar is two yuan a bag, and there is also some soybean oil and beans."

"Isn't the price a bit high?"

"This is Beijing, Sister Ming. I travel everywhere, so I have to adapt to local conditions."

"Oh, comrade, you are a good businessman."

"So what do you think?"

"I can accept your price. What is the price of soybean oil?"

"Soybean oil is three yuan a pound. How about some fruit? Grapes, apples, watermelons, and pears. These four."

"You have any fruit?"

Now Sister Ming’s brows were almost furrowed together.

She could accept the other prices, and they were all reasonable, but this fruit...

It's not in season now, so the price must be sky-high, right? ?