Mainly because Wang Jianjun’s disguise was a bit weird.
Who would wear sunglasses at night?
Can you see the road clearly?
When Wang Jianjun approached, one of them lowered his voice and said:
“Buy or sell?”
"purchase."
"One cent for buying things."
"What if I sell it?"
The man looked at Wang Jianjun uncertainly:
"You want to sell something?"
"Just asking out of curiosity."
"Selling things for three cents."
Then he explained, "Don't think it's expensive, it's the same price everywhere else. Selling things is more risky, and we have to send people to help keep watch, and we have to keep people to clean up after the sellers leave."
Wang Jianjun nodded and said that different services have different prices.
He took out a dime and went into the alley.
The alley is not big, only about two meters wide.
Those who sell things are all on one side, with the goods either placed on the ground or in sacks, while buyers are choosing on the other side.
Everyone kept quiet tacitly.
Wang Jianjun held a kerosene lamp and checked the goods. Most of the things sold here were grain.
There are also a few people selling chickens and ducks.
As for pork, forget it.
There are also people selling tickets, cigarettes and alcohol.
Wang Jianjun took a look at the stall owner selling cigarettes and alcohol and found that he was quite young, seemingly even younger than himself.
The cigarettes are Peony cigarettes and the wine is Maotai.
The fact that he could come up with these things showed that he had a good family background. Looking at the new clothes on the young man, he was probably a kid from some compound who stole things from his home and sold them to make some money.
Wang Jianjun first went to the ticket seller and took a look. Most of them were food coupons.
There are no bicycle tickets.
There were a few industrial tickets, and after asking about the price, he bought them because they seemed to be reasonable.
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