"Why are you leaving now? You have nothing to say but you are still talking nonsense. Are you kidding me?" The man said, grabbing Zhang Xudong's arm.
"Do you think I'm stupid? That old lady just sold a bunch of wilted beans for fifty cents a pound, and you're giving me thirty cents a pound and you still have the nerve to say that? Are you bullying me because I'm young?"
After hearing this, the man said embarrassedly: "People buy it to eat themselves, but I want to resell it. I have to make some profit at least. I can't do it for nothing. Besides, I haven't seen your goods, so I don't know whether they are good or bad."
"Look, this is a sample. I guarantee it's all fresh. I don't care if you're eating it yourself or selling it, I'll charge 50 cents a pound." Zhang Xudong, using his backpack as cover, plucked a cucumber from the vegetable patch and handed it to the man. Freshly picked and sold, how could it not be fresh?
The man looked at the tender cucumbers and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, 50 cents a pound. I'll take as many as you have."
"It's not much. Only 50 kilograms of cucumbers, beans, and green vegetables each. I don't have any more. Do you have money?" It was the first time for Zhang Xudong to do such a thing, so he didn't dare to sell more, so he quoted a quantity of 150 kilograms.
"I'll go get the money now, and we'll meet behind that dilapidated house later. You can't lie to me." The man said, pointing to a dilapidated house.
"Okay, I'll get the food and go."
After saying that, the two of them walked away separately, each doing their own thing.
Zhang Xudong found a deserted spot and, using his mind control, weighed fifty kilograms each of cucumbers, beans, and greens from the supermarket and placed them in the shopping cart. "Wouldn't it be heavy for him to carry them in his backpack now? I'll take them out later."
Figuring one basket wouldn't hold all the things, he ran to the market and bought another. He carried one on his back and held the other in his arms as he walked to the back of the shabby house. He then covered the new basket with an old cloth, so no one could see what was inside.
While waiting, I kept an eye on my surroundings. I couldn't let anyone cheat me out of this. 75 yuan is two or three months' salary for an average worker, so it's not a small amount.
Soon the middle-aged man arrived with a young man of about seventeen or eighteen. Each of them carried a backpack, also covered tightly. Zhang Xudong didn't say anything about the extra person. He could easily beat eight ordinary people like him, let alone two.
Before they came up, Zhang Xudong quietly put the prepared dishes into two backpacks.
"The food is here. Do you have the money?"
"Ask around the entire black and white market. I, Ma Liu, am the most trustworthy. Let me take a look at the goods."
As he spoke, he poured the vegetables from the backpack into his two backpacks and weighed them with a large scale carried by the young man.
"Good, young man. Here's the money, count it. Come back to me when you have the goods. Just go to the second yard around the corner and ask for Ma Liu."
The middle-aged man named Ma Liu handed the money to Zhang Xudong and said.
Zhang Xudong took the money and counted it. There was no mistake about the seventy-five yuan.
"Okay, Uncle Ma. I'll come back to you when I have the goods. I'm leaving first." After saying that, he stacked up the two backpacks and carried them away.
Although the transaction went smoothly this time, I didn't think of putting on makeup before trading because I was inexperienced. This is fine once or twice, but if it happens too often, I'm afraid something bad will happen. I have to be more careful in the future.
He put a backpack into the space in a deserted place and then took another walk around the market.
At this moment, there was an old man selling piglets in the market. There was only one piglet in the basket, which looked to weigh less than 20 kilograms.
A neatly dressed man in his fifties was haggling over the price.
"Brother, look at your piglet. It's so skinny. It's less than 20 kilograms, right? Who would dare to buy it if you ask for 150 yuan? I'll take it for 80."
"Brother, do you know how much pork is worth per pound now? Can you buy it for three yuan or five yuan? If I really didn't have anything to feed it, I wouldn't sell it for two hundred yuan. 80 yuan is too little."
"Pork at the butcher shop is six yuan a pound now, it's not that expensive. Okay, I'll give you another twenty yuan."
"Brother, let's not play dumb. Can you buy that meat for six yuan a pound? Can you buy one or two ounces? I'll give you twenty yuan to cut two pounds for me. The extra money will be your hard work fee. Okay?"
Watching the two men finally trade for a piglet for 120 yuan, Zhang Xudong began to question his life. Was this world just too crazy, or was he just out of his league? A pound of pork couldn't even be bought for five yuan? A piglet cost over a hundred yuan? Four months' salary for a first-class worker was enough to buy a piglet?
Since it was still early, I wanted to go to the legendary black market to see if these fantastic prices really existed. But I didn't know where the black market was.
So I wandered around the commune, and when I got there I came to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, but after a moment's thought I didn't go in.
The supply and marketing cooperative is a place to buy tickets. If you have money but no tickets, you can only buy them in vain. My own tickets were all taken away by the original owner's mother, so I don't have to pay attention to the salesperson's cold eyes.
Just as I was about to leave, I saw an old woman carrying a basket out of the supply and marketing cooperative. She muttered as she walked, "You don't even have any brown sugar to sell, so why are you so proud? You think you're so great just because you're a salesperson?"
The old lady stood at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, thought for a moment, looked around, and then turned and walked towards a small alley. Zhang Xudong saw that there seemed to be something going on, so he followed her from a distance.
After following the old lady through twists and turns for more than ten minutes, we finally arrived at the entrance of an alley.
Two old men were playing chess under the shade of a tree at the entrance of the alley, their eyes constantly glancing at the passers-by.
Looking into the alley, I saw a plain-looking middle-aged man standing at the corner. He would say something to every person who passed by. Some people were let in directly, while others were only allowed in after paying. I had no idea how much he paid each time because I couldn't see clearly.
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