He Wan, who was inside the space, had been cautiously watching the movements outside since she entered.

After everyone left, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still didn't dare to go out and sat back down on the sofa.

Looking at the vehicle that had just been pushed in, I saw that the package at the back contained several kilograms of pork.

This person must be a butcher.

Looking at the decent amount of pork belly, he muttered to himself, "Am I lucky or unlucky today?"

After about half an hour, seeing that no one was outside, he quietly left the alley.

Just as he turned around, he ran into Old Song and the three Jin brothers, who were in a hurry.

You can't just bump into someone face-to-face without saying hello.

Old Song spoke first: "Young Brother He, you've come to see me today?"

He Wan looked around before nodding at him.

Old Song pointed ahead and said, "Let's talk about it up ahead."

He Wan followed them for several hundred meters before asking, "Brother Song, what's wrong?"

"Don't even mention it, I was reported by a scoundrel. We'll have to move to a different place from now on. Brother He, I don't think we can do business today. I've already used all my cash to bribe people."

He Wan nodded: "It's okay, it can be done in a while."

Old Song knew He Wan's abilities and didn't want to miss this opportunity. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Comrade He, what kind of goods do you have this time?"

"We have rice, flour, oil, chicken, duck, pork, fish, canned brown sugar, fruit, bicycles, sewing machines, and all of these."

Old Song's eyes lit up, and not only Old Song, but also the eyes of the brothers following behind him were sparkling.

"Comrade He, although I can't handle the goods here this time, my brother can, but he lives in the city. I happen to be going there now, so how about I take you there to meet him?"

He Wan hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. What was there to be afraid of when she had her own space? If she encountered danger, she could just slip inside, just like before.

It takes more than an hour to get from the county town to the city by bus, but Old Song's own truck is much faster.

He Wan followed Lao Song's brothers and sat in the back, heading directly to a private residence.

The house is a two-story building with a large yard and a wide gate, allowing cars to drive right in.

After getting off the bus, Lao Song introduced her to his brother: "This is my older brother's house. My brother runs the black market in the north."

As he spoke, he led him into the main hall. He looked similar to Old Song, but was about four or five years older than Old Song.

A man dressed in an unremarkable forty-something-year-old style—wow, if he walked down the street, who would believe he was a black market boss?

"Brother, this is He, the guy who used to supply me with goods."

Brother Song raised an eyebrow: "That batch of goods from the Chinese New Year?"

"right."

"Hello, Brother Song."

Brother Song hurriedly said with a smile, "Brother He, please have a seat. What goods do you have this time?"

"Two thousand catties each of rice and flour, one thousand chickens, ducks and geese, five hundred catties of apples, three hundred catties of soybean oil, two pigs, five hundred fish, three hundred cans of canned yellow peaches, five hundred catties of brown sugar, five hundred catties of millet, some soybeans and mung beans, three hundred catties of cornmeal, fifty bicycles, and fifty sewing machines. Can we eat all of this?"

Old Song chuckled and asked, "And the price?"

"Same as last time. Also, I'll take any old items, and I'll take foreign exchange drafts too."

A glint of light flashed in Brother Song's eyes: "They're all old items, want some?"

"Yes, of course, it has to be genuine. If I find it's fake," He Wan said, slapping the table and cutting off a piece from the corner. She then looked at their expressions with satisfaction.

It's good that I was fooled.

Actually, she simply took a very sharp knife from her spatial dimension, hid it in her palm, and slashed down very quickly before returning it to her spatial dimension the next second.

They probably didn't expect her to do anything, so when they looked closely, she had already finished a set of movements, but it was a bit tiring for her hands, and now her palms were hurting terribly.

Brother Song remained calm and nodded, asking, "How do we trade?"

"It's on the way here, behind the dilapidated temple in the suburbs. The goods are in the county town. I need to make a call there first. We'll meet in three hours."

Old Song nodded: "Okay."

After leaving Lao Song's house, He Wan breathed a sigh of relief. This time, at least someone was there to guide her. Since she was in the city, she might as well take this opportunity to explore and find her way around.