Feng Moyan and the others left the room and turned to look at Hao Han, "Uncle Hao, please go eat with us. I'll treat you to some buns."
Hao Han waved his hands again and again. He must not take advantage of the young lady. He and his wife were both rich, and they also had things given by their master. They would never starve to death.
"I've eaten at home. Your grandmother Li cooked porridge this morning. I'm not hungry."
Feng Moyan did not try to persuade him and planned to buy some for him later. There were not many kinds of food in the restaurant here. There were only steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, eggs, noodles and the like, but nothing else.
Feng Moyan bought six buns, two bowls of soy milk, and two eggs. "Eat them first and send them to Grandpa Hao, otherwise they will get cold soon."
She was unsteady on her feet holding the bowl, still chewing, "Grandpa Hao, take it quickly, it's a little hot."
Hao Han quickly put down his pipe and stood up from the ox cart. "You kid, you said you didn't want to eat, why did you prepare it? What a waste."
She put the food on the oxcart, her eyes showing that she could not refuse, "Eat it quickly, don't leave any leftovers, put some sugar in it, it's delicious, I'll bring the bowl in later."
Hao Han looked at the meat buns and eggs, all of which were precious things. Why was this child so distressed and still thinking about him, an old man?
As expected of the young master's descendant, he is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
He tasted the soy milk. Hmm, it was really sweet. It was freshly ground soy milk early in the morning with a strong flavor.
In this era, things are very honest. Everything is served in large portions, and there is basically no shortage of weight.
After the third child finished eating, Feng Moyan separated from the second child, saying that he was going to visit a relative and pick up his bicycle.
The two did not think much about it, after all, it involved privacy issues.
Feng Moyan walked through an endless alley and directly entered the space, where he made up as a handsome young man, wearing a white shirt, suit pants, and small leather shoes, which were the best equipment of this era.
She wore a hat on her head and held a fan in her hand, and walked towards the black market in an arrogant manner.
In the past few minutes, she had asked several children, and they all knew where the black market was hidden, which showed that the black market here was not strictly managed.
Feng Moyan walked to a door and handed over fifty cents, "Go find your boss. He said there is a large cargo and he doesn't know if he can eat it."
Sanmao, who was about to enter the door, heard this and glanced at him: "Brother, come with me. How much goods do you have? We don't want any shoddy and inferior products, which will lower our value."
"Are you the boss? This is high-quality white flour, rice, millet, and even the noodles are shiny white. Are you sure you can accept it?"
Sanmao was startled and held out her hand: "Come in with me. If you find out that what you said is a lie, don't blame me for turning against you."
They all make a living on the edge of a knife, and it is common to see blood. Otherwise, how can they support their families?
Sanmao walked across a yard and knocked on the door three times before it opened. "Why did Sange come back at this time? Is there something special?"
Sanmao did not answer the question, "Where is the boss? I have something to say."
The finger below indicates the direction of the room.
Sanmao knew what was going on. She went to the backyard and opened the door directly: "Brother Sheng, there is a young man outside who said he has a batch of top-quality goods, including flour, rice, and noodles. Do you want to take over?"
Brother Sheng sat up straight and put down the cigarette in his hand: "Where can you find such a thing? How can he sell such goods in a town? It's impossible."
Sanmao thought so at the beginning. After all, the purchasing power of a town was too low.
"Brother Sheng, this guy is waiting outside now. Do you want to meet him? If he is his spy, we can just..."
Make a cutting motion towards the neck.
Brother Sheng didn't react and waved his hand back: "Bring it in, I want to see it too, some of it will be better than the goods you have."
Sanmao went out and saw Feng Moyan leaning against the wall, staring at the group of people buying things as if he didn't exist. It was unknown what he was thinking.
"Let's go, our boss wants to see you."
Feng Moyan stood up and followed him into the yard. There were no less than twenty thugs inside and outside, all of them quite skilled.
It seems that this group has a strong foundation. In an era of hunger, it is not easy to support these thugs.
Coming to the backyard, I saw a young man in his twenties sitting in the living room, brewing tea with a well-known foreign brand Rolex on his wrist.
If she was not mistaken, it was a watch that had just been produced in the 1970s. It was very valuable and was auctioned off as an antique with a sky-high price in the later era.
Sanmao leaned down to Brother Sheng and said, "Brother Sheng, this is the young man I just mentioned."
Brother Sheng didn't look up, and pointed directly at the stool under the door. "You are a guest, sit down and have a cup of tea first. There is no rush for business, we can talk anytime."
Watching the other person pouring tea, Feng Moyan put his index finger and middle finger together and tapped the table three times to show respect.
Brother Sheng didn't expect the other party to do such a thing, and the teacup was only 70% full: "I don't know what to call this little brother, he looks unfamiliar, he is not from the land!"
Feng Moyan picked up the teacup and smelled it. "This is Pu'er tea that has been stored for more than ten years. I'm in for a treat today."
"It's Kyoto, not the rest of the country. You can tell by the accent."
"You are only here temporarily. You also understand the current situation. There is no point in saying more. Brother Sheng will directly seal the line. The name is just a code name."
After he finished speaking, he lifted a bag from under his feet. Sanmao opened it and looked at it: "Brother Sheng, it is indeed a fine product, the best on the market."
Brother Sheng stood up and looked at the tea in front of him seriously: "I didn't expect you to be an expert on tea, but this is from the old man, just take some and try it."
"How about giving me the highest price for this good thing?"
"White flour is one yuan per pound, white flour is one yuan, noodles are two yuan, rice is one yuan and two cents, millet is one yuan and five cents, do you have anything else?"
Feng Moyan didn't want to trade too little at one time. It wasn't worth it for her to run back and forth. She just wanted to make some extra money. The most important thing was to investigate her parents' affairs.
"놖We have pork, cloth, soybeans, corn, apples, and peaches here. Do you want them all? 놖We have a lot of goods. Can you eat them all?"
Brother Sheng's eyes widened. Is this some kind of monster? How can you do anything?
I spent so much effort to find these sources of goods, but now they ask for large quantities.
"Yes, I want you to have it."
"Pork is 1.2 yuan per pound, cloth is 1.11 yuan per foot, soybeans are 0.4 yuan, corn is 0.4 yuan, apples are 1.5 yuan, peaches are 1 yuan, how about that?"
Feng Moyan looked at the price written on the paper, wrote the weight directly on the paper, and calculated the total price.
"Pork is 300 yuan per head, cloth is 100 yuan per bundle, and the rest is as you said, the total price is 120,500.
Take a look, if you give me 500 yuan and calculate it into the National Note Bank, I will give you more, not less. Pork weighs 400 to 500 kilograms, so you will make a profit. ”
Brother Sheng counted the money in his hand. He would get money even if he didn't have it. Now was the time for him to expand his territory. If he didn't shrink, he might even have a place in the neighboring city.
"Okay, when will the delivery be made? Prepare the car."
"There is an abandoned factory in the suburbs. The transaction will be conducted there until 11 o'clock tomorrow night. No more waiting after the deadline."
Brother Sheng agreed, but he was a little hesitant: "Brother, why don't we discuss it? I don't have that much money right now. Can we use something as collateral?"
Feng Moyan has enough old things in her hands. She doesn't have any special feelings for such things, and she won't rely on them to make a living in the future.
"Then you should find something expensive. Don't try to fool me. After all, you come from a big family."
"Let's go. No need to see me off."
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