You can't just go to the black market to trade.
In such a large capital city, there are quite a few black markets.
Even if we keep tracing back, there may only be a few behind-the-scenes bigwigs supporting the black market.
It's even possible that in the end there will only be two people.
However, the person chosen for the transaction cannot be chosen arbitrarily.
At least the one who tried to cheat you in the previous deal couldn't.
As he was pondering this, Gu Yunyang rode his bicycle and found himself in a familiar place.
"Is this the place where the black market was last time?"
Gu Yunyang got off his bicycle, put it away, and took out a basket. He put ten pounds of rice, ten pounds of flour, ten pounds of millet, ten pounds of sweet potatoes, two rabbits, and two chickens inside.
Gu Yunyang, carrying a basket on his back, arrived at the familiar alley.
The two guards looked unfamiliar; it was unclear whether they had been replaced or for some other reason.
"Buy or sell?"
The gatekeeper probably noticed the basket Gu Yunyang was carrying, which looked quite heavy, and asked him questions as if he knew what to do.
"Sell."
Gu Yunyang was an old hand at this, so he didn't show any fear and uttered a single word.
However, he controlled the audio tape, and the voice he emitted carried a sense of vicissitude, clearly indicating that he was an older person with experience.
The gatekeeper nodded: "One cent."
It seems the entry price on the black market has gone up?
Previously, it was always five points.
However, those who come here to trade aren't short of a penny.
Even if Gu Yunyang didn't replenish the supplies from the base's space, the things he brought this time...
You can earn ten or twenty yuan.
Compared to that amount of money, a penny is really nothing.
Gu Yunyang kept all his money in the drawer of the table in the room in the base space.
On a whim, he took out a one-cent bill and handed it over.
The gatekeeper took it, his eyes falling on Gu Yunyang's hand.
Some of his skin was aged, covered with thick calluses, making him look even more weathered.
The gatekeeper didn't know why, but he paid special attention to Gu Yunyang's hands.
"What's wrong?" Gu Yunyang asked in return. The gatekeeper snapped out of his daze and waved his hand, "Nothing, go in. Be careful and don't cause trouble. If you hear our warning, leave immediately."
"Um."
Gu Yunyang nodded, indicating that he understood.
He thought to himself, "This style has changed a bit. The previous black market wasn't this kind. It was already good enough that they weren't double-crossing us, let alone being this careful?"
"By the way, what are you selling?" the gatekeeper asked as usual.
Gu Yunyang had nothing to hide and directly lifted the black cloth covering the basket: "Some grains. Both fine and coarse grains, as well as some chickens and rabbits."
After a pause, Gu Yunyang looked at the gatekeeper and seemed somewhat tempted. He also wanted to meet the person behind the black market.
If it's a reliable source, then sell a batch of grain through them.
To be honest, Gu Yunyang had a considerable amount of grain.
Besides stockpiling them, Gu Yunyang would also use some of them to brew wine.
But forcing a batch to ripen every day is still too much.
In addition, he also stockpiled a batch of fruit.
In later generations, fruit became much more expensive than grain.
In particular, the tropical fruits he stockpiled were several times more expensive than grains.
Unfortunately, there aren't that many left in this day and age.
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