Upon entering the hall, one sees a man in his thirties, neither fat nor thin, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and some gray hair at his temples, who looks very dignified, listening to the radio in the room.
"Boss, the people are here."
The man quickly turned off the radio and said with a smile, "Young comrade, please have a seat. May I ask your name?"
"My surname is He."
"Hello, Comrade He. You can call me Lao Song. Jin San told me that you have a lot of good stuff. I wonder if we can make a deal?"
"I came here because I want to do business with Uncle Song."
Old Song laughed heartily and said, "Great! What kind of goods do you have?"
"Rice, flour, pork, chicken, duck, goose, brown sugar, cotton. One thousand catties of rice, one thousand catties of wheat flour, five catties of pork, one hundred chickens, one hundred ducks, one hundred geese, four hundred catties of brown sugar, four hundred catties of cotton. Fifty fish."
Even Old Song, who has seen a lot in his life, didn't expect her to have such a complete set of things, including cotton, which is exactly what they need right now.
"Comrade He, how do you plan to ship these goods?"
"Since it's what you want, I naturally won't give it to you at the black market price. Rice, 60 cents a pound; flour, 40 cents; chicken, 1.5 yuan a chicken; duck, 1.5 yuan a duck; goose, 2 yuan a goose; pork, 80 cents a pound; fish, 80 cents a fish; brown sugar, 1.5 yuan a pound. I also have twenty military overcoats, 35 yuan each. As for cotton, you should know the price." She didn't dare to give a random price, because she genuinely didn't know the price of cotton.
Old Song hesitated for a moment before saying, "This price..."
Before she could finish speaking, she took out a small bag of flour and rice, along with brown sugar, cotton, and a military overcoat from the bamboo basket: "You should have seen my meat before, each piece weighing no less than three pounds. Now take a look at all this stuff. This price is really not expensive."
Jin Laosan helped open the bag, and there was brown sugar inside. Lao Song was secretly surprised when he saw it. The flour was very white, the rice grains were distinct without any broken pieces, the brown sugar was also good, the cotton was free of impurities, and the military overcoat was also good.
He rolled the two stones in his hand and said, "Okay, we'll go with the price Comrade He mentioned. I'll give you four yuan a pound for the cotton."
"Okay, you can go to the grove near the Dongcheng bus station at 3:30. I need money and tickets, and it would be even better if you could find some old items."
Old Song raised an eyebrow and said, "You still want old things?"
"want."
"Okay, we know that grove of trees. Third brother, send a car over there in a bit, be careful."
He Wan nodded and said, "Then I'll notify people to prepare."
After leaving the compound, He Wan walked for a while and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that no one was following her.
After checking the time, he quickened his pace and headed towards the small grove in the east of the city, which was in the opposite direction from their Da Li Village.
She was here partly out of caution, and partly because she had observed that this place was indeed remote.
After spending half an hour getting here, she walked around the woods for a long time. Finding no one, she quickly took things out of her space. Each bag of white flour and rice weighed fifty jin. Her old Yun was so nice; she always ordered the kind of unlabeled packaging.
The space was weightless, but it became very heavy outside, so she pushed and tidied things up haphazardly. The cotton was fine; she pulled it out easily. The chickens, ducks, and geese were taken out in baskets.
After everything was set up and the sweat on his body had almost dried, Jin Laosan arrived in a truck with four men.
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