He Wan patted her small chest and left the courtyard when no one was paying attention.

He thought to himself: Sure enough, women can be more terrifying than men when they get ruthless.

But there's nothing to be afraid of today.

Back in her room, Lao He told Yun Shudai that she needed a bicycle sewing machine and one of those old-fashioned radios.

Bicycle sewing machines are easy to find, but those radios are harder to come by.

In the afternoon, Yun Shudai went to the textile city and asked the shop that she often bought goods from before, "Sister, I need five hundred bicycles and five hundred sewing machines. How many do you have here?"

"Five hundred units?"

"right."

The woman hurriedly looked at her inventory with the list and said in a panic, "I only have two hundred units."

"Do you know any vendors in the market? Also, I need 500 of those retro old-fashioned radios. Do you have any at home, ma'am?"

"An old-fashioned radio?"

The older woman led her to the warehouse and took out a rather retro-styled radio, saying, "How about this one? I have three hundred of them. If you don't like any of them, there's a shop on the second floor, my friend's shop. You can go and take a look."

"Okay, I'll go take a look first. Sister, could you help me adjust the bicycle and sewing machine? It would be best if you could call a car to deliver them to my door."

"Okay, let me think about it for you first."

Yun Shudai went up to the second floor and went to the shop her older sister had mentioned.

She's been to the textile city so many times, but only today did she discover that there's a vintage shop here.

The radio, television, flashlight, and camera inside are all replicas of items from that era.

There are several models of radios here, but none of them have more than 500 units.

Yun Shudai thought for a moment. It's impossible for all the items sold on the black market to be the same type. Having more varieties would allow people to choose.

So three types of radios were produced, three hundred of each.

Seeing that she wanted a lot, the boss directly offered her a price of 100 yuan per unit.

Besides these, there were also watches from that era. Yun Shudai asked for a hundred of them and asked him to help load them into her car.

She could still fit 600 radios in her truck.

The older sister scraped together 500 yuan for her, including a bicycle and a sewing machine. Some of them weren't even the same brand, but Yun Shudai didn't mind.

After paying the bill, I asked her to help load the truck and left an address with the truck driver. Then I drove home first.

As soon as I got home, I put the radio into the storage space.

About an hour later, the truck arrived. Yun Shudai asked the driver to help unload the truck and gave him an extra two hundred yuan.

After the truck drove away, she sent her bicycle and sewing machine directly into her spatial dimension with a single thought.

In no time, the space was filled with these things.

He Wan, on the other hand, also finished the handover with her aunt and boss with trepidation.

To avoid being robbed, she came directly on a bicycle this time, put the two sacks of money she was given on the bicycle, and left them before they finished loading the goods.

He quickly retreated, not going far, and slipped into the space where they couldn't see him.

Yun Shudai was already in the space, sitting on the sofa eating an apple while waiting for her.

Seeing that He Wan had two sacks full of money in the back seat, he was extremely surprised: "Old He, do you have over 100,000 yuan now?"

He Wan pointed to several sacks in the corner and said, "They're all bundled up. There are so many now, I haven't even had time to count them. It'll be close to 100,000 if not 100,000."

Yun Shudai put down the apple in her hand and used her mind to help Lao He pile the sacks in the corner, saying, "Do you want to buy a house in Haicheng this time, so it will appreciate in value later?"

He Wan shook her head: "It's too early to buy now. If we don't live here for a long time, people will be watching us. Let's wait a few years before buying." As she spoke, she looked at the bicycle that Lao Yun had made and gave her a thumbs up in admiration: "Lao Yun, you're really something."

Yun Shudai shook her head: "Hey, luckily they have some in the textile city, but the brands are different because they don't have that much stock."

"It's okay, as long as the quantity is sufficient. Old Yun, you don't know that the black market boss I'm dealing with this time is actually a woman in her forties, the kind who's very domineering and has terrifying methods."