Chapter 9: Make a Small Fortune! (Xiao Xiu) Money in hand brings peace of mind,...
Chapter 9: Making a Small Fortune
"Oh, oh." Yan Jiuru came back to his senses and hurriedly greeted people: "Feel free to look around."
High-top, steel-soled, army-green rubber shoes, slightly defective, ten yuan per pair;
High-top army green rubber shoes, slightly defective, 6.50 yuan a pair. No tickets required.
“So expensive?”
However, the visitor did not think so when he got the "steel-soled" rubber shoes in his hands.
The pair of shoes in my hand are almost the same as genuine military shoes. The so-called minor defects do exist, but if you are an amateur, you will shake your head and probably can't tell the difference.
"Brother, your tiny flaw is really tiny."
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, "A minor flaw is still a flaw."
He knew that the other party said this because he was knowledgeable.
Those who don’t know the business can’t tell what is good and what is bad.
Before he came out, he used his spiritual sense to process the smooth soles of the shoes. Except for a few shallow ripples and misplaced buttonholes, there was nothing wrong with them.
Moreover, he left that ripple defect specifically to distinguish it from the authentic military shoes.
He can sell defective products, but he will not resell genuine military supplies.
So, is it expensive to sell a pair of defective products that are almost authentic military shoes at this price?
This cannot be measured by nobility or inferiority!
"Okay, little brother, I'll take them all."
Yan Jiuru looked at him deeply and gave him a thumbs up, "You know what you're talking about, big brother!"
"Okay, it's 151 yuan in total, big brother, just give me 150."
Don't underestimate one dollar, it can buy a basket of eggs.
Yan Jiuru took the money and apologized, "I'm sorry, big brother. I need this bag later."
He still had to collect some things to take back.
"It's okay, I'm at the stall across the street. Just a few steps away."
***
Yan Jiuru squatted in front of the cloth stall and carefully looked at the defective cloth that the stall owner tore open.
The colors are more diverse than those in the commune's supply and marketing cooperatives. There are bright red, military green, blue and black that most people like, as well as fine white cloth and several kinds of floral cloth that girls will like.
Everything is 28 cents a foot, starting at 10 feet! It’s really cheap, but the flaws are quite big.
Yan Jiuru could tell at a glance that these cloths were dyed. Either the colors were mixed, or some areas were darker and some were lighter, or the white cloth was yellowing, which were relatively obvious flaws.
But what if there were flaws? It wouldn't stop him from wearing them. They were still a hundred times better than his rags, right? He would keep the black and white ones for his grandmother and mother to make shoes, and the other colors for clothes.
He is still at the stage of working hard to have enough food and clothing, and has no conditions to pursue higher quality or anything like that.
He pulled it and found it was quite solid, not the kind that would rot easily after being stored for many years.
"Okay, big brother, give me 20 feet of red, green, blue, white, and black, and 10 feet of flowered fabric."
The elder brother smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you three inches for each type of cloth. You can shrink it when you go back and the size won't be affected."
The eldest brother was very skillful. He measured with the ruler he brought, cut a slit, pulled hard, and with a "swish" sound, he pulled it all the way to the end. Then he folded it and it was done.
Yan Jiuru thought it looked unseemly, so he folded it neatly and put it back on the bag.
The total amount was 36.40 yuan, and the brother took 36 yuan, after all, he had already given some money when measuring.
***
Yan Jiuru thought about the money left in his pocket. He had to save some for tomorrow, train tickets, and meals, so he could only spend about twenty yuan.
This obviously did not meet his expectations for this trip, and he couldn't help but frown.
Whether you spend money or not, it’s always worth a look.
He strolled over to the Revolutionary Committee's liquor stall and took a look. They were all good wines, but unfortunately, he was short of money.
As monks, most of them like to drink spiritual wine. He originally stored many top-grade wines in his magic ring, but now there is not a drop left.
Forget it, this is not a necessity. I can buy it later when I have the conditions.
He then strolled to a stall selling dried goods and seasonings, such as wood ear mushrooms, walnuts, and red dates. These were not in short supply in the countryside and could be picked by going up the mountain.
There was also food over there, brown sugar, white sugar, oh, he also saw cotton, he asked the price, it was okay, but the bags were too big and inconvenient to carry, so he gave up.
“Huh!”
He saw a stall selling watches.
Yan Jiuru saw several people negotiating prices, so he squatted down and listened and looked. What he was looking at was not a watch, but a horseshoe watch with two big ears, also called an alarm clock. It was flawless and cost 18 yuan each without industrial coupons. There was also a wall clock that cost 43 yuan. He hesitated and still didn't buy it.
As a man with only a hundred yuan in his pocket and a family to support, he really couldn't spend money like water. He just took a few glances and put it down.
***
"Hey, have you heard? A few days ago, there was a heavy rain upstream, and a ridge was washed away in the mountain behind the old white pagoda. I heard that Lao Yao and his friends found a lot of old things in the flood, including a gold ring."
Yan Jiuru's ears twitched.
"Of course I don't know. Many people have gone looking for it, not thinking it's bad luck. I heard that the tomb of some ancient wealthy family was broken open, and the bones are scattered everywhere."
"Haha, you're already a dead body, so why are you afraid of bad luck? If there weren't people watching from the Revolutionary Committee, I would have gone looking for you."
"I heard that the Revolutionary Committee unearthed a jar while clearing out a wealthy family's old house in the south of the city..."
Yan Jiuru felt that his ideas for making money had become broader.
At least he can use his spiritual sense. If nothing else, it is still possible for him to find some unclaimed foreign wealth.
But there's no need to rush.
After a round of shopping, Yan Jiuru held on to his money tightly and only bought a bundle of defective cloth.
***
On the way back, he kept using his spiritual sense to scan specifically. It must be said that there was a difference between doing it intentionally and unintentionally.
No, he discovered a treasure buried underground near the wall of an abandoned courtyard.
It was late at night and no one was around.
He didn't have any handy tools, so he used his hands to push away the weeds and fallen bricks. He then used the dagger he carried with him to cut a stick and started digging with his spiritual sense.
Fortunately, his spiritual sense was strong and the burial was not too deep. After a long time, he dug out a small box.
No more, no less, twenty of what people often call "small yellow croaker"!
This is considered a small fortune.
Yan Jiuru didn't have to think too much. This thing could only be sold on the black market, and it had to be on the black market at night.
He hid his bag, put two small yellow croakers in his pocket, used his spiritual sense to change his face and body shape again, and returned to the outside of the black market.
This time he didn't go in directly. When no one was around, he approached the person collecting money, handed him a cigarette, and whispered, "Is anyone buying small yellow croaker?"
The man's flashlight shone clearly, and it was Huazi, so he put it on his ear, looked at him again, and whispered, "Is it in stock?"
Yan Jiuru nodded.
The other person turned around and knocked on the window of the small house, whispered something, and waited for the person inside to come out to replace him, then took Yan Jiuru to the other side.
Yan Jiuru followed him and walked silently for more than ten minutes before arriving at another door.
"Wait a minute."
The person who led the way went in for a while, and when he came out, he waved to him and whispered, "Brother Yu's price is not the highest, but he is a decent person, so you don't have to worry about what's behind you."
Yan Jiuru reacted for a moment and understood what he meant, "Thanks, brother." He stuffed the freshly opened box of Huazi into his hands.
***
Brother Yu is a dark and strong man with a scar on his eyebrow. There are lights on in his room. I wonder if they are powered by the same electricity as the factory.
"Are you going to exchange the small yellow croaker?" There were two brothers beside Brother Yu, but they didn't say anything, just kept on guard.
Yan Jiuru nodded and took out a small yellow croaker and put it on the table.
Brother Yu took a look at it and saw the words "a certain bank in the Republic of China" and 50g on the back of the small yellow croaker.
"Your product is legitimate. The state-owned bank charges 5 yuan per gram, and most of the market price is 8 to 11 yuan. Yours is of good quality, so I'll take it for 10 yuan. If you like it, I'll take it."
Two small yellow croakers were exchanged for money. The largest denomination was ten yuan, and there were also five yuan and two yuan. It took a lot of effort just to count the one thousand yuan.
Although he could tell how much there was with just a glance of his spiritual sense, he still had to count them openly.
"Brother Yu, shall we..."
After Yan Jiuru left, his spiritual sense was still paying attention to the movements of Brother Yu. Sure enough, there were still people ready to make a move.
"Pfft!" Brother Yu spat, playing with the two small yellow croakers in his hands, dangling their legs on the table without even raising his eyelids. "What? You want to break my rules?"
The sound is not loud, but the threat is significant.
"No," the person who spoke waved his hands quickly, "I was just thinking, this guy must have more of this good stuff..."
"Does he have it or not? Does it have anything to do with you or me?"
Brother Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party, "If you don't want to follow my rules, you can change places. I don't mind."
Unless you kill the person involved in this dirty business, no one will dare to come to your place if the news gets out. Anyone with a bit of common sense would not do this.
This practice of draining the pond to catch all the fish will not last long.
It's easy to get rid of a person, but it's only a matter of time before the evidence falls into the hands of others.
Half an hour later, Yan Jiuru returned to the guesthouse lightly and silently, carrying a huge sum of money and a heavy bag.
In the short term, you shouldn't have to worry about money.
***
I'm not worried because I have money in my hand, but I'm a little hungry.
What a mistake. I should have prepared some food.
Although Yan Jiuru was busy all night, he felt particularly relaxed and slept soundly.
The next day, I got up early, washed up, and was walking back when a fat uncle wearing a not-so-white chef's uniform came out of the cafeteria on the right.
The fat uncle greeted with a smile, "Want to have breakfast? Today we have soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as steamed buns, rice balls, wontons, and noodles."
Yan Jiuru stamped his feet: All the important things have been done, it’s okay to eat in the cafeteria.
He raised the basin in his hand and replied with a smile: "Right away."
The fat uncle nodded happily and turned back to the cafeteria.
I don't know if I was just greeting him or just doing it by chance.
To be honest, I ran a lot back and forth last night and even dug a hole. My stomach was rumbling in the middle of the night and it was really uncomfortable. It was all thanks to that little unexpected surprise that I got through until now.
***
There were seven or eight people sitting sparsely in the cafeteria, and it seemed that some of them were staff members of the guesthouse.
Yan Jiuru ordered a large portion of wontons and five steamed buns. He was not full, so he added a large bowl of noodles, which was barely enough.
"Come back after you've eaten~" The chef said, still smiling, holding the spoon.
After everyone left, he said to the waiter, "The young man's son is a good guy. No wonder he can carry a person with one hand. With such a big appetite, he must be very strong."
It can be seen that this person has also heard a lot of Yan Jiuru's "heroic deeds".
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