Although these people wanted to build a good relationship with Xia Anyan, she had already been so direct. Forcing them to follow her might only displease her.
So they separated from Xia Anyan and went to buy what they wanted in small groups.
After everyone had left, Xia Anyan quietly went to a small alley, slipped into her spatial dimension, changed her clothes, and then reappeared.
She dressed herself up like a country girl and even put on some yellow stuff on her face to make her skin look yellowish-black and dull.
She was wearing old clothes with many patches, her hair was tied into two braids, and she wore a scarf that covered her entire head.
She kept her head down. If you weren't someone who knew her, who would recognize her as Xia Anyan, the capitalist's daughter?
"Young man, do you know where you are? This is not a place for you. Get out of here."
At the entrance of the alley, Xia Anyan was stopped by a burly man.
She knew these were the people guarding the black market; to get in, she had to pay.
She took out a small handkerchief from her bosom, opened it, took out a five-cent coin, and stuffed it into the big man's hand: "Brother, I need to buy something. My mother asked me to buy some flour to make dumplings for my soon-to-be sister-in-law."
"Brother, I have money, I'm not here to cause trouble."
The burly man stared at Xia Anyan for a while before turning his gaze away, waving his hand to let her in.
Xia Anyan thanked him excitedly, "Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother."
The big man curled his lip in disgust and ignored him.
She's just a little girl, what trouble could she possibly cause?
However, the little girl was generous and gave him five cents at once.
They usually accept a couple of cents as a token of their appreciation, and that girl is quite sensible.
After Xia Anyan left, she quickly blended into the crowd.
Everyone who comes here, whether buying or selling, has their head down and walks in a hurry.
If someone sees something they like, they'll bend down and ask. If the price is right, they'll buy it directly; if not, they'll leave without lingering.
The scale here is comparable to that of Beijing.
Xia Anyan spotted a man with a somewhat pointed face and saw the bamboo basket next to him before heading over.
When the man saw someone arrive, he smiled and said, "Hey girl, look at my stuff! Fine rice, white flour, brown rice, black flour—whatever you want, I have it all."
As he spoke, he lifted a corner of the cloth covering his basket so that Xia Anyan could see it.
Xia Anyan naturally saw them, but she didn't find these things particularly strange.
Seeing that her expression was indifferent and unchanged, the man's gaze towards Xia Anyan also changed.
Anyone else would be moved by these things.
Xia Anyan, though young, has such a cold and somber expression; it doesn't seem like her at all.
The man became wary and began to scrutinize Xia Anyan.
He tentatively asked, "Hey little sister, you didn't like what I have? Why don't you tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you?"
Xia Anyan took out a cloth bag from her bosom.
This time, instead of money, the cloth bag contained a bag of rice.
Moreover, it's premium rice that's many times better quality than what he sells.
"Brother, I have some good stuff here, do you need it?"
The man stared at Xia Anyan for a while, then took the cloth bag, examined it carefully, and even pinched a few grains and put them in his mouth to bite.
It's new rice, and the finest kind at that.
Even if their goods are already good enough, they still can't produce something like this.
"Hey girl, this is some good stuff! Can you tell me where you got it from?" The man was about to be upfront with her.
Such a nice thing doesn't seem like something this little girl could just casually produce.
Xia Anyan smiled and said, "Big brother, don't ask where this thing came from, but as long as you say you want it, I can get it for you."
"Brother, I've come with sincerity. What I've given you is enough to cook a big pot of porridge and feed your family of three."
The man looked at what he was holding, and it was indeed so.
Xia Anyan just smiled at him and didn't say anything more.
The man, however, felt somewhat uncomfortable under Xia Anyan's gaze.
He didn't know where this came from; the little girl had suddenly brought him such a nice thing, and he was a little hesitant to accept it.
"Young lady, how do you plan to do business with me? And how much of this stuff do you have? If it's just a little bit, then you're not qualified to talk to me."
Xia Anyan patted her chest: "Brother, since I dared to do business with you, I must know what to do."
"To be honest, I have at least several hundred to several thousand kilograms of these things. In addition to these, there are other things like flour and all kinds of vegetables. I can have as much as you want."
"But brother, I have one condition for doing business with you: you can't ask where my goods come from, and you can't follow me, as that would be bad for my family. If you can agree to these, then we can discuss everything."
Upon hearing her words, the man gasped in shock.
From several hundred to several thousand kilograms?
This is no small sum.
If this girl hadn't actually been able to produce the item, he would have suspected she was deliberately lying to him.
The man hesitated, and the commotion they made attracted the attention of others.
"Lai Zi, what are you doing standing over there? Does this young comrade want to buy something? If not, get out of the way and stop getting in the way."
A burly man walked out from the side, but he was rather short, at least compared to the man with the pointed face and monkey-like features.
Sanlaizi, the man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face, glanced at Wang Daniu and frowned deeply.
"Da Niu, come and take a look at this."
Wang Daniu was still a little puzzled. These three rascals rarely talked to anyone when they were selling goods, just because they were afraid that someone would notice their relationship with the black market boss.
But what's wrong with me today?
Wang Daniu leaned closer and, upon seeing what Sanlaizi was holding, couldn't help but gasp: "Damn, Laizi, where did you get this? If the boss finds out, he'll beat you up!"
Sanlaizi's lips twitched.
This Wang Daniu really doesn't know how to talk. No wonder he's called Daniu; he's just ridiculously stupid.
"I'm showing you, why are you talking nonsense? Just tell me if the boss will like this."
Wang Daniu nodded hurriedly: "Of course! When did the boss ever hate this thing?"
This stuff can fill people's stomachs, and the quality is so good, all that money is going to go to it!
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