It is impossible to return to the original plot.

Yang Zhaozhao must earn back two thousand yuan within five days.

There is no other way but to commit the crime against the wind.

Yang Zhaozhao rode his bicycle, turned on the navigation, and went to find the largest black market nearby.

Ever since the black market in the air-raid shelter was shut down, it is now locked and no one can get in, let alone sell things.

Wang Dajun is still staying in the police station and has not come out yet.

Yang Zhaozhao didn't feel guilty at all. It was his fault for associating with that Seventh Master. The Seventh Master's men almost took his life. Yang Zhaozhao would not show mercy to him.

Wang Dajun went in, and the few people he had recruited were still outside.

Wang Dajun is the person in charge of this black market. Several of his brothers work in the black market to maintain order, so they have connections and venues.

Yang Zhaozhao decided to set up a temporary supermarket and sell some of the items in the supply space.

The first is the venue issue.

Yang Zhaozhao is no stranger to Fengcheng, but he is not particularly familiar with it either, so he can only ask local people for help.

Wang Dajun's younger brother Wang Xiaowei was Yang Zhaozhao's target. She and Li Yiling went to the black market under Chang'an Bridge and met Wang Xiaowei.

When Wang Xiaowei saw Yang Zhaozhao, he clenched his fists and wanted to hit her.

Before his fist even touched the edge, he was blocked and then kicked out, nearly falling flat on his face. Wang Xiaowei was so angry that he cursed, "You stinky bitch, how dare you come here!"

"I didn't do anything wrong, why shouldn't I be afraid?" Yang Zhaozhao laughed.

Li Yiling stood beside her, like a strong flower-guarding eunuch. He stared at Wang Xiaowei with a pair of violent and ferocious eyes. The person who was locked in by Li Yiling's eyes trembled in his heart.

Wang Xiaowei's arrogance instantly faded, and he felt guilty towards his elder brother: "What do you want from me?"

"Want to make money with you?" Yang Zhaozhao smiled, just like the big bad wolf deceiving the little rabbit.

Wang Xiaowei: “….”

I don’t believe in making money, my brother is the best example!

"I know your eldest brother is in jail and you're scared. I asked around and found out he only served a couple of days in jail and was released, and he made a lot of money from me."

Wang Xiaowei was unable to refute it, it was indeed true.

Thanks to Yang Zhaozhao's two batches of bicycles, they made hundreds of dollars.

"I'm going to sell you another bicycle?" Wang Xiaowei frowned. "There are a lot of bicycles in Fengcheng now. If we throw too many at once, we'll be discovered quickly."

"So this time I'm not selling bicycles, but something else, how about that?" Yang Zhaozhao certainly knew that Fengcheng was a small city.

Bicycles are selling well, but the market is so small that it's probably almost saturated.

It’s different in the provincial capital. Yang Zhaozhao had already decided not to sell bicycles.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, this era lacks everything, especially in winter, the most lacking thing is food.

Yang Zhaozhao decided to sell grain, oil and food.

"You won't send me to the police station too, will you?" Wang Xiaowei felt that the woman in front of him was not trustworthy, and his brother was the best example.

Yang Zhaozhao rolled his eyes. "I didn't want to either. It was your eldest brother who pushed me to Seventh Master. Don't you know? I was almost skinned alive by Seventh Master."

Of course Wang Xiaowei knew that the story of how the big brother Qi Ye of Fengcheng fell into the hands of a young woman had spread privately.

Wang Xiaowei has recently spent a lot of money on his eldest brother's affairs. He only earns one or two yuan a day, which is not enough to support a family of more than ten people.

Wang Xiaowei urgently needs money to support his family and himself.

Although Yang Zhaozhao was dangerous, Wang Xiaowei thought for three seconds and nodded.

He nodded, and Yang Zhaozhao was delighted. He immediately began to give instructions: "First, find a large space that can accommodate 70 or 80 people, preferably with several places to escape."

Wang Xiaowei was embarrassed: "It's hard to find a place like this."

Yang Zhaozhao smiled and set a trap for him: "I believe you can find it."

Wang Xiaowei: “….”

"Secondly, at least six people should be assigned to be responsible for public security, and someone should be assigned to keep an eye on the police patrols to avoid being caught." This is for everyone's safety.

Wang Xiaowei nodded: "I can take care of the manpower."

"Third, divert customers from your current black market. Tell them where the address is, what you have for sale, and have them come over at the designated time."

After hearing so much, Wang Xiaowei finally expressed his opinion: "What's in it for me?"

"Fifty a day, a total of three days of sales, one hundred and fifty yuan, are you satisfied?" Yang Zhaozhao was generous. If he wanted the horse to run, he had to give it grass.

Wang Xiaowei suspected he was hallucinating: "Fifty...fifty?"

"Yes. However, I won't be responsible if you get caught." Yang Zhaozhao said, "If you need to rent the venue, we can negotiate. The maximum is ten yuan a day."

Money makes the world go round, and Wang Xiaowei proved this: "I know there's an abandoned factory in the south of the city. It's very spacious and everyone knows the place."

"As for the rent, I'll negotiate. I can live here for ten dollars." Wang Dawei was excited. In fact, all he needed to do was to say a word and give a pack of cigarettes. Anyone who has the money but doesn't make it is a fool.

"Take me to see the place." Yang Zhaozhao didn't have much time and couldn't waste it.

Wang Xiaowei's heart was boiling with excitement when he thought about the hundred-plus yuan. He told a few of his companions and rode his bike to the abandoned factory in the south of the city with Yang Zhaozhao and Li Yiling.

There aren't many people around, but the factory is quite big.

It has convenient transportation, and is indeed very suitable for running away.

Yang Zhaozhao was satisfied, thinking it was enough as a temporary sales point for three days.

Wang Xiaowei found some villagers and chatted with them for a few minutes. He then stuffed a pack of cigarettes and two kilograms of flour into their pockets and decided to give them the food.

Yang Zhaozhao asked Wang Xiaowei to go back and make some arrangements, and at the same time spread the news that the abandoned factory in the south of the city was buying goods and supplies. He only had three days to sell them out and run away.

Yang Zhaozhao borrowed a broom or something from the villagers, and together with Li Yiling, they cleaned up the place, clearing away the grass and debris.

Yang Zhaozhao was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back.

Li Yiling looked at her dusty and grimy face, and was amused by her. He said with a smile, "Come here."

"What's wrong?" Yang Zhaozhao was curious.

Li Yiling raised his hand and wiped her red little face. She was different from others. Due to the cold weather and wind, her face was cracked like old tree bark.

Yang Zhaozhao's skin was white and translucent, and was covered with fine sweat. She looked healthy, fair-skinned and beautiful.

When I touched her face, it felt like touching a boiled egg.

Li Yiling's heart began to flutter and his ears felt hot.

Yang Zhaozhao was also a little embarrassed. She turned her face away and wiped it herself, and found that her face was almost burning.

Yang Zhaozhao felt a little dry in the mouth, so she went to the space to get two bottles of water. Thinking that men like carbonated drinks, Yang Zhaozhao took a bottle of Coca-Cola.

Coming out of the space, Coca-Cola turned into glass bottles, the kind that are sold and not for sale.

Li Yiling didn't even ask any questions about the Coke Yang Zhaozhao gave her, as if he didn't notice that she took something out of thin air. He unscrewed the can and started drinking it. The feeling of it stimulating the tip of his tongue was so refreshing!

Yang Zhaozhao also took out some Snickers, which were similar to Huabei candies and very energy-boosting. The two of them ate one each, cleaned for a while, and after making sure there was no problem, they locked the door and left before dark.

Yang Zhaozhao even pretended to say, "Someone will deliver the goods tonight. Don't worry about anything else. We just need to sell the goods tomorrow."

Li Yiling nodded lightly, being extremely obedient, and had no doubts about what she said.

Yang Zhaozhao touched his nose with mixed feelings.

So, has my secret been discovered or not?