This time, the couple just wanted to wander around casually and didn't want to buy too many clothes. They didn't need to visit their old acquaintances...
There are no large-scale wholesale markets yet, but vendors who wholesale similar products all go to one place.
Now, there's no need to hide anything when selling things. If Shen Qian wants to find out where to buy what things, it's very easy for him to find out.
Raw stones are still easy to buy; in Song Yan's eyes, they are so cheap now that it's practically free.
Song Yan likes those exquisite jade artifacts.
Since we have the chance, why not buy it while we're at it!
After casually taking out a few pieces and carving them, they can be sold for the price of a whole truckload of raw stones in a few years.
Song Yan also planted one of each of the plants in the space.
The old man was extremely disgusted. "The space isn't very big. Can you please stop dumping all sorts of things into it?"
Song Yan: I increased the space a lot! It's all thanks to me, why won't you let me use it?
The old man simply ignored her.
Whether the old man ignored Song Yan or not had no effect on her mood.
The couple continued shopping.
Song Yan and Shen Qian wandered over to the clothing wholesale market, arriving just in time for the busiest time of day.
It was so crowded and chaotic.
People carrying clothes on their backs, buying goods, selling goods...
It looked like a mess, and Song Yan didn't want to go in.
Shen Qian inquired and found out that this was the busiest time of day, and it would be much better in the afternoon.
Shen Qian and Song Yan weren't in a hurry, so they waited until the afternoon. They stood on a high place outside to watch the excitement.
Song Yan tugged at Shen Qian, and Shen Qian followed Song Yan's gaze.
They were standing on the steps, which gave them a great view, and their eyesight was excellent.
Several men carrying large bags threw them onto the open ground. It seemed the stall owner was just occupying the space without actually displaying any goods. So this became an empty space in the crowd.
This place became a conspicuous spot in the dense crowd.
There was one person they had all met once.
Song Yan: "It should be him!"
"Yes! Wife, your eyes are truly sharp. It's a pity..."
Song Yan knew what Shen Qian regretted. First, they couldn't reveal their identities to report him. Second, they needed to be on high ground to see clearly. If they entered the crowd, their view would be obstructed.
Once the two of them squeeze through the crowd, he might not even be where he is anymore.
I watched as he put down the large bag, which probably contained the stall owner's clothes. After taking the money, he and his group walked away and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
There are quite a few people carrying bags like this here.
Shen Qian inquired about the people carrying the bags.
They usually come from other places to do manual labor, helping these stall owners carry their goods. If they're strong, they can earn a good amount of money.
Shen Qian inquired about some other people from other places.
With a large influx of migrants into Guangcheng, the management is very chaotic, and it's difficult to find someone.
Shen Qian: "We have limited time, and we can't afford to waste it here."
He told Boss Jin that he would contact the relevant local departments. Finding a stranger like him, who was deliberately hiding, would be like finding a needle in a haystack…
With so many people here, it's really hard to find.
Shen Qian: "It seems we still need to go find Lao Lei."
Lao Lei was introduced to Shen Yan and his group by Hao Zi when they first came to Guangcheng.
This person has a lot of goods, much of which came from customs. This indicates that he has connections.
Shen Qian also inquired about Lao Lei's affairs.
In short, this person has connections in both the underworld and the legitimate world.
Shen Qian and Song Yan didn't intend to make a fortune; they just wanted to take a stroll around Guangcheng.
They never expected to see Jiang Zhijun.
Because of his profession, Song Yan didn't want Shen Qian to deal with people like Lao Lei anymore. But unexpectedly, he still couldn't avoid it.
Shen Qian and Song Yan stopped thinking about clothes.
Song Yan drew a portrait of Jiang Zhijun based on his memory of what he looked like.
Shen Qian: "Really good, at least six or seven points similar!"
"This is about my level!" This was something Song Yan learned to kill time.
Shen Qian and Song Yan looked at each other.
Their disguises were completely different from their true selves.
This is how they used to meet Lao Lei.
After years of hard work, Lao Lei has become quite well-known in the area. It's not difficult to find out where he lives; he resides in a detached small building. However, those without influence can't get to see him.
Sure enough, when we arrived at their gate, they wouldn't let us in.
Shen Qian: "I've dealt with Lao Lei more than once. It was Haozi who introduced us!"
"I don't know any mouse or cat, you guys get out of here!"
"If you don't leave, I'll have someone drag you away!" the gatekeeper shouted at him, while two other men glared menacingly beside him.
Shen Qian glanced around at the three people at the door and the two people in the courtyard.
Actually, these five people couldn't stop him, but they had hired someone to do something, and it wouldn't be good to just beat him up.
But my vacation time is limited, and I can't afford to delay it.
Shen Qian: "I have some good stuff for Lao Lei. I promised him that if I had anything good, I would give it to him first."
"If you drive us away and we miss out on some good stuff, aren't you afraid Old Lei will hold a grudge against you!"
The three people at the door looked at each other.
One of them said, "Let us see what good stuff you have!"
Shen Qian: "I won't take anything out without seeing Lao Lei's face!"
"If you don't let me see anything today, don't even dream about me going to see Master Lei!"
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