At night, twelve o'clock in the morning.
Chen Jun put on his clothes, quietly opened the door, and prepared to take a stroll to Liulichang.
A few days ago, Director Song told me that the recent ghost market in Liulichang has grown a lot bigger, and it is said that many treasures have appeared.
Chen Jun was a little excited when he heard the news.
Counting the days, I haven't been to the ghost market for several days. I simply played with my phone until the early morning, packed up and prepared to go take a look. If I'm lucky, I might be able to find some bargains.
Speaking of Liulichang, Chen Jun still has quite an impression of it, having heard this name in many novels.
In reality, Liulichang is a place with a long history. An official kiln was established in the Yuan Dynasty, specializing in the production of glazed tiles. In the Ming Dynasty, Liulichang grew and became one of the five famous factories at that time.
So you can find people selling antique porcelain in this market.
After putting the bicycle into the system space, Chen Jun planned to climb over the wall and leave the yard to avoid waking up the old man who lived in the front yard.
But when Chen Jun arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he unexpectedly found that it was not locked, and the stick that was usually inserted behind the door was placed aside.
"Does the door god sometimes forget to lock the door?"
Chen Jun made a casual complaint and walked out of the door directly.
It didn't take long for Chen Jun to find the ghost market in Liulichang.
It must be said that the scale of this place is indeed quite large, and the vendors setting up stalls are also very bold. There are vendors setting up stalls at the conspicuous entrances of the alleys.
Chen Jun found a corner to put his bicycle away and glanced at the vendor squatting at the entrance of the alley.
In front of him was an old coarse cloth with a dozen or so objects scattered on it, including porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, but they were all garbage, not even a decent old object.
"Brother, come and take a look. I have some good stuff here."
The stall owner waved at Chen Jun with an honest look.
Seeing this, Chen Jun waved his hand to indicate that he was not interested.
The stall owner looked bitter and vengeful, like he was born to be a monk, but unexpectedly he was a big liar.
You have the nerve to say that a pile of junk is all good stuff.
After walking about ten meters in, the road was quite lively on both sides, but there was nothing good there.
Hiss, all the good stuff has been picked up?
In this era, there are many professionals who come to the black market to shop for treasures, and many people have made their fortunes in the black market, so the probability of finding a bargain is not high.
After walking a few meters further in, Chen Jun came across a very interesting stall. On the stall were many folding fans, calligraphy and paintings, food coupons, meat coupons, cigarettes and matches, tea cups, vases and some scattered newspapers.
It’s a real black market grocery store!
"Boss, these cigarettes are imported from Hong Kong. They're strong. Would you like some?"
The stall owner had a cigarette in his mouth and his face couldn't be seen clearly because of his hat, but his voice sounded quite young.
"Oh, boss, you have a lot of connections!"
Chen Jun glanced at the cigarettes on the stall, but couldn't help raising his eyebrows the next second.
Newspaper, Year 2, Grade C.
Newspaper??? Grade C?
Chen Jun suddenly became interested. He subtly withdrew his gaze from the messy newspapers, squatted down and began to fiddle with the cigarettes on the stall.
The cigarettes were indeed obtained from Hong Kong City, which shows that the stall owner has some skills.
What made Chen Jun curious was why a newspaper could be rated Class C?
The value of Class C products starts at a few dozen yuan and can go up to a hundred yuan. In the black market where fakes are rampant, they are considered good stuff.
"Boss, how much is a barrel of Double Happiness?"
Chen Jun casually picked up a bucket of cigarettes produced in Gangcheng and weighed it in his hand. It was heavier than the boxed ones and there were more cigarettes in it, about fifty in total.
"One piece!" The stall owner stretched out a finger.
In the supply and marketing cooperative, ordinary cigarettes cost one cent a pack, while barrels of Hongshuangxi cigarettes were astronomically expensive in comparison.
“It’s a bit expensive.”
The stall owner smiled and said, "It's not expensive. After all, it's from Hong Kong. You can't buy it at the supply and marketing cooperative."
"Okay, how many buckets?" Chen Jun was too lazy to bargain.
"There are ten servings in total. If you buy them all, I'll give you an extra pack of Butterfly Flowers." The stall owner took out a large leather bag and took out several barrels of Double Happiness cigarettes from it.
"Okay, put it on for me."
Chen Jun nodded, indicating that he would buy all the barrels of Double Happiness cigarettes.
Then he picked up a folding fan, looked at it, and asked casually, "How much is the folding fan?"
"It's not worth much. If you like it, just give me 20 cents." The stall owner was busy packing cigarettes for Chen Jun. He looked up and quoted the price.
Ouch?
This time Chen Jun was a little surprised.
Those who set up stalls in the black market will all brag to some extent. They will exaggerate that something you bought last week is from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and something you just made is said to have just been unearthed.
For example, this ordinary folding fan, if sold by another stall owner, will be blown up into one used by Ganlong Emperor.
But the stall owner directly said it was not worth the money.
"Hey, why are there still newspapers? Are there people who buy this stuff?" Chen Jun put down his folding fan and casually glanced at the pile of scattered newspapers.
The vendor, who had already wrapped up his cigarettes, replied, "Look at what you're saying. If there are buyers, there will be sellers. I can sell several a day."
"If you want to read a newspaper to relieve your boredom, I'll give you one. Just consider it a friendship."
Newspapers are not expensive these days, and old newspapers are even cheaper. Many people buy them to use as window paper, so the stall owners seem very generous.
"Open!" Chen Jun bowed to the stall owner, then counted out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it over.
The stall owner happily accepted it and handed over the wrapped cigarettes: "Boss, please keep it."
Then Chen Jun flipped through the pile of newspapers and found the newspaper marked Class C.
I took a quick glance and saw that it was the first issue. No wonder it was worth some money.
This thing is definitely not worth much now, but if it is kept for a few decades, it can be sold for a considerable price.
Especially for those who like to collect newspapers, the price can be doubled.
Small profits, small profits!
This trip is worth it.
Just as Chen Jun was saying goodbye to the stall owner with cigarettes and newspapers, a familiar fragrance wafted over without warning.
"Hey, Liulichang has really made some progress. They actually sell food so late at night?"
The stall owner looked around curiously, trying to find out where the fragrance came from.
Chen Jun was even more curious than the stall owner.
Doesn’t this special code taste like instant noodles?
How could it appear in the Liulichang black market?
Could it be that someone is selling instant noodles on the black market?
With doubts in his mind, Chen Jun followed the scent.
After walking about ten steps, Chen Jun saw a small stall that was surrounded by people. The stall owner was also wearing a hat, holding a lunch box in his left hand, chopsticks in his right hand, and a kettle at his feet.
"Fragrant instant noodles, 20 cents a pack, first come, first served!"
"Slurp~~"
"Mmm, it tastes really good, even more fragrant than broth."
ah? ?
Hearing the familiar voice of the stall owner, Chen Jun's expression suddenly became strange.
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