"90 cents a pound, no ticket needed."
The woman looked troubled. "This is more expensive than the supply and marketing cooperative."
Qin Qing's eyes were filled with smiles, and he spoke clearly, "Auntie, although it's a little more expensive, I don't need a ticket. Look at the amount of this one-pound piece, it's definitely more than enough."
As she spoke, she took out a piece of exquisitely wrapped top-grade pork from her backpack. It was fat and lean, and glistening with oil.
Many people around were attracted to the scene. Seeing this, the woman quickly paid 90 cents to buy a piece. The remaining meat was quickly sold out. Those who did not rush to grab the meat even secretly asked where Qin Qing's house was, and planned to go there when there was stock.
Qin Qing was so scared that she held her bag tightly and walked out.
There was a quick clattering of leather shoes behind him. Qin Qing turned around and saw a young man in his early twenties, holding a briefcase, with an anxious look on his handsome face.
Seeing Qin Qing stop, he hurried forward to chat with her.
Before the man could speak, Qin Qing said, "No, there's none at home..."
"No, little sister, I want to ask if you want to sell this apron." The man's face was young and there were many pointed stubbles on his chin.
“…”
Buying a scarf on a hot day?
Tease her.
Qin Qing seemed to be unconvinced.
He hurriedly explained that the old lady in his family had a cold, and when he went on business trips to his father's place, he would always bring some clothes made of excellent fabrics for the old lady. Now he had his eyes on Qin Qing's cashmere scarf.
Wow, your eyesight is extraordinary.
She felt very painful when she bought this apron, and now she can only use it to cover her face.
Of course it would be best if it could be sold.
Qin Qing was just about to take off her face scarf when she saw a familiar figure in the distance. As the figure slowly approached, she realized who else could it be but her old father.
Qin Zhilin hurriedly put on a straw hat and walked into the alley with his head lowered.
Then I saw two people leaning against the wall in front of me talking. One of them was very short, probably a child.
Just as I was about to take a closer look, the man suddenly moved sideways to block the view.
Qin Zhilin then realized that his gaze was too presumptuous. People in the black market were very cautious, so he lowered his head and walked straight past.
Qin Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was smart enough to hide the bag behind her, otherwise she would have been in big trouble.
"Are you okay?" The man's worried voice sounded from above his head. The little girl had just anxiously asked him to cover her. Although he didn't know what was going on, he still did it.
This made Qin Qing feel more favorable towards this man with strange behavior.
She quickly unbuttoned the cashmere scarf and handed it to him, saying with a hint of embarrassment, "I haven't worn this much, it's still new!"
Shen Kuo had seen through it a long time ago, otherwise he would not have rashly asked to buy this apron.
Under the apron was a dark face, which was red from the heat because it had been covered for a long time. Qin Qing was completely unaware that her face was so dark and red, which was very interesting.
Although Shen Kuo didn't laugh out loud, a smile was revealed in his eyes. He whispered to her, "How much?"
"It's used anyway, you can give it to me as you like."
Shen Kuo was stunned for a moment. He had never seen this fence in the town, or even in the county.
This is most likely foreign exchange.
He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Ten dollars?"
Qin Qing was so shocked that she almost choked. Wow, this one piece of pork was worth more than the pork she had worked so hard to sell. You know, it took her a long time to cut and weigh the pork in the apartment last night, and the apron was just something she picked up.
Shen Kuo thought he had offered too little, and hurriedly added, "Twelve dollars, and then the ticket!"
"Ten dollars is enough." Qin Qing knew when to stop and just considered it as selling someone a favor.
The man also breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his briefcase, took out Zhang Da Tuanjie and handed it to Qin Qing. He smiled and said, "My name is Shen Kuo. I work as an accountant in a machinery factory. If you have similar good things in the future, you can..." The rest of the words did not need to be said.
Both of them understood tacitly.
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