Unexpectedly, the black market was bustling early in the morning, a stark contrast to its previous quietness.

Both sides of the road were lined with stalls.

Everything from firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea is readily available.

Ye Wanying was planning to make a large deal this time, so she wasn't very interested in what was outside. She walked straight to the deepest part of the black market and then turned around and entered a teahouse that looked like it was almost full.

I ordered a cup of tea, sat there quietly, and listened to the surrounding chatter!

Since ancient times, teahouses have been a place where one can obtain a lot of information, but it's not absolute. Ye Wanying is just trying her luck. If all else fails, she can go back to the outer market and find buyers one by one to make a sale. It's just a bit more troublesome!

Before half a cup of tea had been brewed, a man walked into the teahouse. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his shoes gleaming, and he sported a very trendy slicked-back hairstyle—it was unclear how much mousse he had applied to his hair…

The man seemed anxious. As soon as he entered, he bowed and cupped his hands to the people inside, saying, "Brothers, does anyone have any food? Could you share some with me to tide me over?"

Ye Wanying paused in her tea-drinking motion. At that moment, one of the people at the front table said, "Brother Huang deals in big transactions. Even if we have some goods, it's not enough to fill his teeth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him immediately echoed his words.

Indeed, there weren't many people capable of large-scale transactions in those days, and I believe most of the people in the teahouse at that time were just middlemen.

The goods I have are probably less than what I delivered to my aunt's house before!

The man, commonly known as Brother Huang, kept scratching his head in a panic: "Hey, I have no choice. The big boss suddenly wants so many goods. What am I going to do now?"

The person had already turned around.

Since no one in this teahouse has any goods, there's no need to waste any more time. It would be better to use that time to ask around at a few more teahouses.

What if you happen to ask that question?

Of course, yes!

Ye Wanying watched the man's departing figure, her cup already firmly placed on the table. She stood up and followed the man out.

In the corner.

"Boss Huang, do you need any goods?"

Ye Wanying arrived here before the man, so she stepped out from the corner when Huang Erge passed by!

The man stopped abruptly, looking at Ye Wanying with some surprise: "You have?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't know what kind of goods Mr. Huang needs?"

"Rice, at least ten thousand catties!" the man blurted out for some reason. Actually, he had doubts when he saw Ye Wanying.

Why should I waste my breath talking to this woman? Does she have that much stock? But ten thousand catties of rice is no small amount!

Ye Wanying's eyes flickered: "Not ten thousand jin, around six thousand jin, but... I still have two thousand jin of wheat on hand!"

There must be more than 10,000 jin of rice in the space.

However, Ye Wanying was not familiar with this Boss Huang, so she wouldn't be foolish enough to keep it to herself, as that would likely attract attention from others.

Six thousand catties is about right. Add two thousand catties of wheat, and this man should be able to get three or four thousand catties of grain from other places!

When Huang Erge heard Ye Wanying's answer, he thought he had misheard. After a long while, he calmed down and finally said, "I want them all!"