After a full day of sleep, Chen Xia started strolling around the streets again the next day.

Ruili in 1981 was a small frontier town that was as poor as it could be and as remote as it could be. The houses in the county town were basically made of bamboo or wood, and the few cement houses were basically public.

Most of the pedestrians on the street were wearing ethnic clothing, which was covered with patches and almost whitened from washing. However, they were in good spirits, with smiles on their faces. The Dai people are optimistic.

Chen Xia had a psychological trauma from eating in Guizhou, so he didn't dare to go to any restaurant casually, so he just ate a bowl of rice noodles on the roadside.

The rice noodles with the sour and spicy seasoning tasted great. It would be even better if the auntie selling the rice noodles could wash her hands more thoroughly...

In the previous life, Ruili was a prosperous city that rose due to the trade of jade and jade.

I don’t know about the primary and secondary industries, but the tertiary industry is definitely developed. There are entertainment clubs everywhere, such as Jinmeng, Jumei, Feidian, Dashijie, Haomen Yeyan, etc.

Those beauties that honest men have to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars in dowry to marry, here you can have a kiss with them and have a "one-night stand" for just a few hundred or a few thousand yuan.

How did Chen Xia know this? Because he had seen this group of people all over the hospital. They were the regulars at the dermatology department.

At that time, Ruili was a purely agricultural county with inconvenient transportation. The situation in Myanmar on the other side was not much better. Both sides were in a difficult situation.

Unlike the jade shops that filled the streets of Ruili decades later, Chen Xia couldn't find a single jade shop on the street at that time. There were many fruit stalls, but no one was buying anything.

Chen Xia was going to buy a few mangoes to try. He was so tempted by the sight. The smell was completely different from the ripened ones in the Jiangnan region. It was the first time he had seen it eaten with chili powder.

As a qualified speculator, Chen Xia's business acumen immediately came to light.

"Uncle, how much are these mangoes and pineapples per pound? Oh, and papayas too."

Papaya has never been seen in Zhijiang. Someone thought of Gu Lin's A+~~B, and it seemed necessary to make a big supplement.

The old man selling fruit saw that a customer had finally come to his door, so he bent down humbly and introduced, "Mango and papaya are 2 cents per pound, and pineapple is 1 cent per pound."

Chen Xia was a little confused. What’s the difference between this price and giving it away for free?

In fact, he was taking it for granted. The precious tropical fruits in the north and the south of the Yangtze River are worthless in Ruili. Have you seen the trees on the roadside?

There are mangoes hanging on it, whoever wants to eat them can eat them.

Almost every local household grows fruits, which are sold to the few "workers" in Ruili city. They never think about tourists like Chen Xia, because who would have the time to travel to Ruili these days?

"Uncle, if I want a large batch of fruit, do you have any way to get it?"

The old man thought he was joking and said, "Young man, I can't help you get anything else, but you want fruit, and I can give you as much as you want."

The locals nearby also burst into laughter when they heard this.

I thought to myself, this foreigner is really arrogant. How much can you eat of Ruili's fruit? Do you want to ship it out and sell it? Do you have a truck? Even if you do, the bumpy ride will make the fruit rot in a few days.

"How about this? Mangoes, pineapples, and papayas, give me 20,000 kilograms of each. I don't care how much you pay for them. It's up to you how much profit you make. Anyway, how about I give you 1,000 yuan?"

The old man's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Young man, we ethnic minorities don't lie. If you really want so much fruit, I can definitely find a way to get it for you. But what's the point of having so much fruit? If you don't want it later, it will be a joke."

Chen Xia disagreed: "Don't worry about what I'm doing for now. I have a few requirements. First, the fruit must be of good quality. Don't take out those crooked and rotten fruits. Second, you have to help me find a way to transport it to the highway, otherwise I can't move it away. If you don't trust me, I'll give you a 100 yuan deposit first."

After saying that, Chen Xia took out 10 big unity notes and handed them to the old man. Not only the old man from Fruit Beach, but even the people nearby were alarmed.

"Fool, this is definitely a fool from out of province, actually asking to buy tens of thousands of kilograms of fruit right away."

The old man doesn't care whether you are a fool or not, since you dare to pay, I dare to sell it to you.

"Young man, be frank. My name is Yan Wenhan, and I'm from Heha Village. Everyone here can vouch for me, so you can rest assured. When do you want this fruit?"

Chen Xia saw that the temperature was too high during the day and the fruits were exposed to the sun and were almost rotten. He said, "Uncle Yan, is there a road next to your village?"

"Yes, there are. They can accommodate large trucks."

"Then don't buy during the day. Wait until sunset to buy. Otherwise, the fruit will get sunburned and it will be difficult for me to handle. Also, find an empty spot on the roadside to pile up the fruit you've collected, and I'll naturally send a truck to take it away."

I am not afraid of customers making requests, I am just afraid of customers not making any requests. Everyone who does business knows that the more requests a customer makes, the more likely he is to be a real buyer.

Old man Yan Wenhan didn't sell any fruit today. He grabbed Chen Xia and said, "Come on, young man. Our village is not far from here. Come with me to the village and tell everyone."

Chen Xia came here to buy financial products and travel, and it would be interesting to visit the locals' homes, so he readily agreed.

I went back and "took out" some fruit candies and salted duck from the guesthouse, then followed Yan Wenhan.

Heha Village is 10 miles west of Ruili Town. Chen Xia sat on Old Man He's ox cart, slowly looking at the surrounding scenery along the way, taking a few photos from time to time, which was quite relaxing.

Chen Xia asked tentatively, "Uncle, do you have any jade at home?"

"Jade? Why would you need that? You can't eat it or use it. We don't have any in our village, but my sister has plenty of it."

After hearing this, Chen Xia understood what was going on.

When he arrived at the village, Chen Xia found that it was full of bamboo houses and the entire village was inhabited by Dai people. When everyone saw a stranger coming, they gathered around to watch the fun.

Chen Xia smiled and took out some fruit candies from the big bag he was carrying and gave them to the children. This friendly gesture made everyone in the village think that this young man was a good person.

There were also some young girls in the village pushing each other and pointing at Chen Xia with laughter.

Chen Xia is not actually very handsome, but his height of 180cm is definitely considered "superior" in this village.

Especially the Dai guys who had to work in the fields, their bodies were all tanned, which made Chen Xia's "whiteness" stand out.

In addition, he was carrying a camera and a travel bag, looking very "city guy", which made these ethnic minority girls particularly fond of him. They wanted to take him back to be their "master".