Transmigrating to the 60s, I Started Supporting My Family at 16

Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.

However, Zhang Sh...

Chapter 18: First meeting with Boss Liao

"Thank you. I don't smoke. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

In years of famine, whoever has food is the boss, let alone whoever has meat. This is Zhang Shuguang's confidence.

"Little brother, you have come all the way here carrying the meat, so you don't have to wait until tomorrow. The weather is hot now, and if the meat is not fresh, it will affect the price of wild boar meat.

How about this, we'll buy all your wild boar meat so you don't have to bother selling it in small quantities."

The young man who handed me the cigarette put it back into the box, looking like he was thinking about me.

"I brought a lot of meat. Can you eat it? And what's your price?"

Zhang Shuguang knew that those who dealt in the black market all had interesting things in their hands. If they were willing to give them away, it would be less stressful and safer to sell wild boar meat to them.

"How about three yuan a pound?"

The young man asked nervously.

"What?"

Zhang Shuguang thought he had heard it wrong. In his previous life, he had consulted a lot of information in order to write a chronological article.

Pork sells for 60 cents per pound at the meat processing plant, and can be sold for about 1.5 yuan per pound on the black market without a ticket, but this person quoted himself 3 yuan per pound.

"Little brother, three yuan per pound is the market price. This is the price you can get if you sell it retail. I won't cheat you."

The young man thought Zhang Shuguang thought the price was too low, so he quickly started to explain.

"The price is what you said, but I have one request. Besides banknotes, I'd also like to receive some old items. Do you have any?"

Seeing the young man's anxious look, Zhang Shuguang knew that he had underestimated the impact of the famine.

"We can't make the decision on this. You can talk to our boss in person."

The two young men finally felt relieved.

As long as they bring the person over, the mission will be completed. As for how the transaction will be done, Boss Liao will naturally discuss it with them personally.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhang Shuguang was not worried about his own safety. Those who could do black market business in the city for a long time attached great importance to their reputation and would not damage their reputation for a little profit.

They are not bandits. They believe in making money through harmony and are only interested in money, not lives.

One of them continued to stay here to keep watch, while the other took Zhang Shuguang into the black market.

There are a lot of people in the black market, but very few people setting up stalls. Most of them are walking back and forth, looking around, and it is obvious that they are here to buy things.

It seems that the food shortage in various places has also brought a great impact on the black market business.

The two men walked one after the other and went straight through the black market. Zhang Shuguang did not find what he wanted in the black market. It seemed that his decision to sell wild boar meat to the black market manager was correct.

At the deepest part of the street, there was a small courtyard with a separate entrance. The young man leading the way knocked on the gate.

"who?"

Someone in the yard asked in a low voice.

"Brother Dao, it's me, Gangzi."

The gate creaked open and a middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face appeared from inside.

"Why are you here instead of standing guard? The boss seems to be in a bad mood today."

Scarface's meaning was very clear. If this young man named Gangzi did not have sufficient reasons, he would definitely be punished.

"Brother Dao, I wouldn't dare to hang around in front of the boss even if it's nothing. Today, a guy came to the black market and said he killed a wild boar and wanted to exchange it for something, so I brought him here."

Gangzi turned his body sideways, revealing Zhang Shuguang behind him.

"Come in quickly, little brother."

Scarface smiled, trying to appear more approachable, but the scar on his face looked even more hideous.

This reminded Zhang Shuguang of a saying by Uncle Benshan in his previous life: laughing is uglier than crying!

Zhang Shuguang led the two into the yard, where the lights were still on in the main room.

"Boss, the meat they wanted has been found."

As soon as he entered the door, Scarface couldn't wait to speak.

"Oh? Is anyone selling chickens again? It's not enough!"

In the dim light, Zhang Shuguang took a look at the situation in the room.

There were seven or eight people standing or sitting in the room. The middle-aged man who was talking was lying on the Luohan bed with a decadent look on his face. It seemed that he was lying flat and broke.

It’s no wonder that he is so negative. The task that Captain Song forced him to do is really too difficult.

After much talking and running around, the county magistrate decided to improve the food for his comrades and assigned the task to the Commerce Bureau.

The Commercial Bureau was helpless without rice, so it had to look for solutions in the black market and asked the Security Team for help.

Xu promised that as long as they could get some meat, the city’s share this month would be allocated more to the security team.

In order to seek benefits for his team members, Captain Song agreed immediately and found Liao Liancheng, the operator of the black market.

There are more than 200 people in the government compound. Two taels of meat per person is 40 kilograms. Where can he get it in this season?

"Boss, it's not a hen. This little brother killed a big wild boar."

"What? Wild boar? Let me see."

Boss Liao jumped up from the bed.

He walked quickly to Zhang Shuguang and looked at the backpack on his back with eager eyes.

"Little brother, can I see the quality of the meat?"

Liao Liancheng, who had experienced many storms, was actually a little nervous at this moment.

Although he seems to be running a glamorous black market, he is actually walking on a tightrope. He knows better than anyone that if he cannot meet the requirements from above, he will lose everything in an instant.

"sure."

Zhang Shuguang put the backpack on the ground, removed the hay covering it, revealing the processed wild boar meat inside.

"It really is wild boar meat, little brother, you really solved my urgent need!

Scar, arrange for someone to weigh it and pay the little brother three yuan per pound."

After searching high and low for something, it finally came to me without any effort. The worry on Liao Liancheng's face finally dissipated.

"Wait a minute, I haven't even said I'm going to sell you this meat. Isn't it a bit hasty to weigh it now?"

Zhang Shuguang frowned and blocked Scar's hand from moving the backpack.

"Little brother, I'm sorry for being rude. If you have any requests, just tell me. Selling for money or exchanging for something, as long as I, Liao Liancheng, have it, I'm happy to discuss it."

Boss Liao is also a smart man. He knows that since Zhang Shuguang is here, he must want to sell wild boar meat.

Either they want to raise the price or they have other demands, but no matter which one it is, Liao Liancheng intends to meet this timely relief.

Without this wild boar, Liao Liancheng would never have been able to complete the task assigned to him by Captain Song.

"In addition to banknotes, I also want to collect a few old items."

Zhang Shuguang stated his needs directly.

"That's easy, little brother. Let's weigh them first. I do have a few little gadgets in my hand."

Liao Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhang Shuguang's request.

Liao Liancheng has been operating in the black market for many years and has no shortage of antiques and collectibles.

He also knew that gold from troubled times and antiques from prosperous times would definitely be valuable in the future, but definitely not now.

In those starving years, a gold ring might not even be worth a steamed bun.