Yang Qingheng cried out in surprise, startling him. He rushed back in a flash: "Yang Qingheng!"

Yang Qingheng chuckled, looking at his panicked face, feeling inexplicably good. She lifted her foot and stepped on his shoulder, looking down at him: "You still say you don't like me? When will you change this stupid habit of yours before you say that again?"

Song Hengjue realized he had been tricked and was so angry he almost fainted: "Yang Qingheng, you'll get yourself killed sooner or later."

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The black market opens early; it was only a little past eight o'clock and it was already bustling with people. However, everyone spoke in tacit agreement, so it wasn't exactly quiet, but it certainly wasn't noisy either.

Yang Qingheng spotted the fabric stall from last time at a glance.

She squatted down and, without beating around the bush, said, "Sister, I have a business opportunity I'd like to do with you. Are you interested?"

"You? What kind of business can you do with me? Move aside, don't block my customers." The older woman looked her up and down, frowned, and waved her hand with obvious disdain.

In the past few months, at least ten or eight people have asked her to sell embroidery products, if not dozens. She has made two purchases, but neither time the products sold well. She doesn't even make as much money as she does selling fabric scraps and threads.

It's not that she's judging people based on a narrow view; this girl looks like she hasn't even grown up yet, how could her embroidery be better than those experienced embroiderers she's worked with before?

Yang Qingheng wasn't annoyed. She dragged a stool over and sat down: "Whether you do it or not, you have to see it first before you speak."

She glanced around cautiously, and only after realizing there weren't many people around did she dust off her backpack and open it a crack.

The older sister initially didn't think much of it, but when she leaned closer to take a look, she was immediately stunned, and her face suddenly felt a burning pain.

I didn't expect this girl to actually be quite capable.

However, she didn't care about being shy now. Her eyes were gleaming with greed as she stared intently at the bags, like a wolf that had been hunting for food for days suddenly finding a tempting piece of raw meat. She snatched it and examined it from all angles: "Where did you get these?"

After a two-second pause, she touched the familiar fabric and looked at her in surprise: "You made this?"

“I don’t have that skill,” Yang Qingheng shook her head without hesitation, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, “I asked an old embroiderer to make it. Look at the stitches, aren’t they nice?”

It's more than just good! The older sister was astonished. Even the best craftsmen in their village didn't have this skill. Most importantly, the color scheme, the design, and the pattern were all exquisite. Unlike traditional patterns, this design had a unique liveliness and freshness. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She was sure that as soon as this bag was put on display, all the women would scramble to buy it.

How do you plan to do business with me?

Yang Qingheng pondered for a moment: "I'll offer them for four yuan and fifty cents each. As for the selling price, you can set it yourself. You can make a profit from whatever you sell."

The older woman curled her lip and threw the bag back into her arms: "I say, little girl, don't dream too big, okay? Four yuan and fifty cents each? What sucker would want to buy your bags?"

"How much do you want?" Yang Qingheng asked calmly.

The older woman's eyes flickered slightly, and she held up three fingers: "Three yuan, that's all I can offer."

"You know perfectly well how much I can sell it for, sister," Yang Qingheng sneered, standing up. "Four yuan and fifty cents. If you can accept that, we can cooperate. If you can't, I'll find someone else."

If she weren't so small and weak that she couldn't outrun the people at the Industry and Commerce Bureau, she would have come herself. She was confident that she could sell it for six or seven yuan, let alone four yuan and fifty cents.

Selling bags is a job that doesn't require any skills. Since this woman wasn't sincere, it would have been the same if someone else had done it.

The older woman got impatient and grabbed her arm forcefully: "How about four pieces?"

Seeing Yang Qingheng's indifferent expression, she finally said awkwardly, "Fine, fine, we'll go with four yuan and fifty cents."

Yang Qingheng smiled and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry about not being able to sell them, big sister. I've already promoted these bags for you. Selling a dozen or so in the first few days is definitely not a problem. It's just that you'll have to attract customers yourself after that."

It's a classic case of giving a slap followed by a sweet treat, but the older sister still felt somewhat comforted.

"Alright, I've never seen anyone as tough as you. I'm really done for." She complained, taking the package to inspect the contents.

In the instant he lowered his head, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The two agreed to pay a 50% deposit first, and Yang Qingheng then bought twice the amount of fabric and colored thread at the same price as last time.

"Sister Liu, then we'll meet in Dahe Village in a few days." He gave her a meaningful look, dusted off his pants, waved, and started to walk away.

The older sister was stunned. That look was like a powerful slap, making her face sting.

Thinking she was just a naive young girl who had never seen the world, he figured he could just fool her and if the price wasn't right, he could simply keep the goods and insist that he had already paid the balance. The little brat wouldn't dare to call the police and would just have to swallow the loss.

Unexpectedly, he was shrewd and full of tricks.

Even Master Xu's men in this black market didn't know her surname, yet this girl figured it out in just a few days and even found out where she was from!

"How did you know all this?" The older sister couldn't understand it at all. She had been careful enough, so why did this little brat still see through her?

Yang Qingheng chuckled and pointed at her stall: "Don't underestimate me just because I'm young. I've seen more fabric than you've eaten salt. I can tell where this fabric came from just by touching it, and how big the silkworms that spun it were. Looking at these towns, only Lianghe Town and our Xishan Town are suitable for producing this kind of fabric. Given your vigilance, you definitely wouldn't sell goods in your own neighborhood, so..."

The older sister slapped her forehead and laughed in exasperation: "So you were waiting for me on the bus to Lianghe Town?"

"Smart." Yang Qingheng clapped her hands.

The older sister said sarcastically, "I'm not as shrewd as you." She was more cunning than a lotus root in a pond.

I never expected that even after taking so many detours after closing her stall every day, she still couldn't escape that brat! But after understanding all this, I felt relieved.

Yang Qingheng has the ability to touch cloth, but others don't, which means she's usually quite good at hiding.

"Then it's a pleasure to work with you."

She sneered inwardly, her crimson lips twitching almost imperceptibly, her dark eyes revealing an unreadable emotion.

She had seen through the ways of the world in her past life. Even her own parents would stab her in the back, so how could she trust a stranger?

Two days ago, she had asked Sister-in-law Sun to find out all the details about this woman.

Liu Qing, a widow from Dahe Village, has a son, a daughter, and an elderly mother-in-law. Given her family situation, if anyone dares to make any underhanded moves, she can easily catch them red-handed.

She arrived early today and there was still half a pound of pork ribs left. After asking if she needed meat coupons, Yang Qingheng paid and took the ribs without hesitation and left.

The business has taken a small step forward, which is a good time to celebrate.

They hadn't gone far from the black market when they suddenly heard a scream.