Lin Tao was forced out, feeling a lump in his throat.

Before I could figure out what was going on, I saw Jiang Ning squeeze into the crowd as well.

"Give me ten feet!" Jiang Ning nodded to Luo Guangming.

Luo Guangming immediately grabbed a megaphone and shouted, "Comrade, you can't order so much at once! With so many people, we won't have enough fabric to sell!"

The older woman next to her chimed in, "That's right, you've already bought them, what are we supposed to do! We can't just give her ten feet."

"Why should I? I have money, why won't you sell it to me!" Jiang Ning deliberately waved the banknotes in her hand.

The older woman was angered by her arrogant attitude and also raised her money and sneered:

"Do you think you're the only one with money? Every household is buying New Year's goods; who doesn't have ten or eight yuan in their pockets?"

Jiang Ning's words completely aroused everyone's desire to buy, and now everyone had money in hand to buy goods.

Luo Guangming had no choice but to make everyone line up. There were a total of 250 feet, and each person was limited to buying five feet, which was enough for only 25 people to buy.

Soon a long queue formed outside the supply and marketing cooperative.

Those at the front of the line were beaming with joy, happy that they had been able to buy Dacron fabric.

Those at the back of the line craned their necks to look ahead, hoping that the people in front of them would give up at the last minute so that it would be their turn.

In less than two hours, the fabric was sold out.

A group of people sighed and groaned, lingering at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative and demanding that the cooperative ship more goods.

Director Zhang never expected such a lively scene. Aren't we all poor?

They immediately found Luo Guangming and asked him if he still had any stock. Following Lin Chen's instructions, Luo Guangming told him that there would be 250 feet left tomorrow.

“Secretary Luo, two hundred feet is too little. Our township has more than a dozen communes, each with about ten production brigades, and each production brigade has at least five hundred people. The demand is huge. You should ask Minister Lin for help again.”

Director Zhang pleaded desperately.

Luo Guangming suddenly felt his body straighten up, cleared his throat and said, "Okay, I'll go back and ask."

Director Zhang immediately beamed with joy and began to spread the word through a megaphone:

"Fellow villagers, don't worry, all the Dacron we have today is sold out. We'll have new stock tomorrow, so you can come inside and choose other goods."

Careful observers know that the sugar and salt sold by supply and marketing cooperatives have a high moisture content. This is a special trick used by the sales staff to make a profit.

As for bulk wine, kerosene, and cloth, they would play tricks with the terminals and rulers used to make money, and the money would end up in their pockets.

If you sell large quantities of Dacron fabric, you can make a lot of money, so naturally you're very eager to do so.

A while later, Luo Guangming met up with Lin Chen, who had changed his clothes, and they laughed so hard they almost fell over.

"Brother Chen, how did you come up with this idea? It really fooled them." Luo Guangming couldn't be more impressed.

Lin Chen smiled slightly as the image of Boss Biao showing off flashed through his mind.

"Well, we'll just have to apply what we've learned. Once Director Zhang realizes what's going on, he'll know he's been tricked."

After praising Lin Chen, he then praised Jiang Ning, saying, "If it weren't for your cooperation, we wouldn't have been able to sell so quickly!"

Jiang Ning said shyly, "You guys did a good job preparing in advance. That aunt who argued with me was a plant you hired, wasn't she?"

Lin Chen put his arm around her shoulder and laughed, "That's right, it cost five cents, how could I not put in my best effort!"

On the way back, they discussed it for a while and reviewed the situation.

It's likely that Director Zhang will have some doubts in his mind, and then he will go to the township government to inquire whether a minister surnamed Lin has come to hold a meeting recently.

Then he would probably realize he'd been tricked, but out of pride, since he hadn't suffered any loss and could even make some money, he would choose not to make a fuss.

"What about the other goods?" Luo Guangming asked.

Jiang Ning quickly answered, "The black market! Those who bought the goods today will definitely spread the word everywhere, and many people who want to buy them will come to the supply and marketing cooperative."

The supply and marketing cooperative was out of stock, so we had to look for it on the black market.

"Isn't the black market controlled by the King of Hell?" Luo Guangming felt that things were not so simple.

Lin Chen snorted, "Whoever has the scarce goods can be the boss."

The next day, Lin Chen didn't rush to go out. Luo Guangming came to his house and asked him why he hadn't gone to the village yet.

He leisurely gathered the fully grown wood ear mushrooms into the bamboo basket, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Let the market take hold."

Director Zhang was even less intelligent than Lin Chen had imagined. That night, he boasted to his wife that he had met a mysterious high-ranking official who brought him some Dacron (a type of polyester fabric), and that all the stock was sold out in two hours, leading to a surge in sales of other items as well.

He's sure to make a lot of money this year-end.

Arriving at the supply and marketing cooperative early, they waited for Luo Guangming to bring the cloth over.

After waiting and waiting, Lin Chen finally came to the meeting. He started to have doubts and called various departments. He finally learned that Lin Chen's behavior yesterday was all an act, and there was no Minister Lin from the township who was supposed to be attending a meeting.

But he didn't make a fuss about it, simply taking it as an opportunity to learn something new.

But more and more people are coming to inquire about the goods.

When pressed by the sales clerk, she reverted to her indifferent attitude and even started arguing with the customer.

The aunties who came with great enthusiasm to buy Dacron fabric were furious. The worse their attitude, the more convinced they were that the fabric was being hoarded and not being sold.

Driven by a strong desire to buy, they began asking around where they could find Dacron.

The Black Market King Yama, who controls the local black market, is constantly being asked by people about Dacron fabric.

Those people usually engage in reselling secretly within the commune or brigade.

A middle-aged man who was only 1.5 meters tall and had a face as big as a potato was the most troublesome, and he even asked the King of Hell to bring him some goods.

"King Yama, where's the merchandise? Scarface wasn't like this before. He would get his hands on any new merchandise as soon as it was available. Back in the day, when everyone asked him for Plum Blossom watches, he personally went to Guangzhou to get them."

Upon hearing this, Yama straightened up from his leaning against the wall, raised his fist, and punched him in the face.

"Don't you fucking mention my scar!"

When Scarface got into trouble, the short man was also arrested, but he didn't have much in his possession and was a repeat offender, so their commune only made him parade through the streets with a sign on his head.

When this guy was being criticized and denounced, he was standing at the back of the crowd and blocked by the people in front of him. He actually asked the militia to bring him a stool so that he could stand higher and be seen by everyone.

Anyway, it's not the first time he's been caught. Every time he admits his mistakes, he's very good at it, but he just refuses to change. He's a seasoned pro.

The crowd quickly pulled the two apart.

"Alright, we're all from the same place, let's not bring up the past."

"Hey, you rascal, really! The boss's here, why are you bringing up other people?"

Someone scolded Erlaizi, then flattered Yanwang, saying, "The family is counting on me to make some money by reselling things before the New Year, so it's a lot of hard work for you, eldest son."

They're just small fry, relying on the King of Hell to give them some goods and make some money.

Yama knew that if he didn't produce something truly valuable, this market would likely be taken over by someone else.

He had no choice but to agree for now and stall them.

After he left, the group started arguing and expressing their dissatisfaction with Yama.

At that moment, Lin Chen, disguised, appeared with a cigarette between his fingers, a coat draped over his shoulders, and a roguish grin on his face...