"One against two." Lin Tao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, bent one leg and placed it on the chair, then tossed out a card.
The others exchanged glances but did not play any cards.
He then laughed loudly, "Come on, I won this round, fifty cents each."
Others reluctantly paid, marveling at his incredible luck.
"You wouldn't believe it, this is what they call being in high spirits when good things happen. Let me tell you, I just sold three watches and made over a hundred yuan!"
Lin Tao didn't notice the few people exchanging glances and were still boasting to himself.
"Brother Tao is just so lucky! Brother Tao, help us get rich!" someone said, trying to curry favor.
These guys are the kind of people who like to slack off when they're working, and they often get together to play games like "Upgrading" (a card game).
The playing cards were so greasy and black from all their playing that they actually matched their slovenly appearance quite well.
Over the course of the night, Lin Tao's luck gradually declined due to the scheme orchestrated by the group. When he tallied up his losses at dawn, he discovered that he had lost over two hundred yuan.
"Alright, that's enough." He scratched his messy hair and spat his cigarette butt on the ground.
Seeing that he was yawning and not in good spirits, the group began to persuade him to sell them the watch.
Lin Tao was used to being lazy and didn't want to go out and find customers anymore, so he simply transferred the rest of the watches to them for 120 yuan.
Once outside his friend's house, his earlier listlessness vanished, replaced by a sly grin.
"These people are so easy to fool. Once they have too many watches, they'll be harder to sell. And it's risky to keep these things in your hands."
He counted the money in his hand and found he had a little over a thousand yuan. In other words, after paying off the loan, he suddenly had more than four hundred yuan.
He put his hands behind his back and felt his back straighten up considerably.
He's made so much money in just a few days! If he collaborates with Scarface a few more times, he'll be rolling in money!
Then he can eat meat every day!
However, the money we have on hand right now must remain as principal and cannot be touched.
He admired his own self-control and strategic vision.
Unbeknownst to him, he had already arrived in the countryside and reached the entrance to the black market. He asked the broad-faced man leaning against the wall if Scarface was at home.
"He's not here, he went to Guangzhou." The man with the broad face recognized him and told him the truth.
Lin Tao left somewhat dejectedly, cursing inwardly that the guy hadn't even told him he was going to Guangzhou, leaving him empty-handed.
At that moment, Scarface, who was on the train smelling stinky feet, sneezed.
Taking the train is such a pain.
For two days now, it's been either the smell of sweat or stinky feet. The aisle is so crowded that even those with seats are squeezed together, making it very uncomfortable.
Forget about sleeping at night. Those without seats chatted incessantly, each one louder than the last, making the carriage sound like a marketplace.
Fortunately, he was only a few hours away from getting off the train. He couldn't hold it in any longer and needed to pee. When he came back, he found that his seat had been taken by an elderly person holding a child.
He was too embarrassed to ask for it back, so he could only stand in the crowd.
He took a deep breath as he walked out of the bustling train station hall.
Just as he was about to stretch his arm, the bag in his hand was pulled by a force. Before he could see the source of the force, the bag was snatched away.
Damn it, what a terrible place this is! The security is so bad!
Fortunately, he was prepared; he had put all the important money and letters of introduction in his underwear pocket, and only took a few tattered clothes.
Before he left home, his mother, with great foresight, picked out a pair of baggy underwear for him, sewed a pocket onto it, and attached a button to the pocket.
It would be better if there was a zipper; the buttons make the front look too bulky.
He walked for half an hour talking to himself, then got hungry and went into a state-run restaurant nearby.
Guangzhou is developing rapidly, with state-run restaurants of all sizes available everywhere along the roadside.
This shop sells noodles.
He ate a big bowl of beef noodles and it cost him 50 cents.
"Damn, that's expensive!"
A bowl of noodles like this would cost only three mao (0.3 yuan) in a county town in Hunan province.
He cursed as he pulled a wad of cash from the inside pocket of his coarse cotton shirt, taking out a 50-cent note.
This is another life experience when traveling: keep large sums of money in the most hidden place, and keep a small amount of money in your pocket.
He put the remaining ten or so yuan into his pocket and hummed a little tune as he walked toward the market he had heard about.
As he reached a bend in the road, several dark figures suddenly emerged from the corner of the wall and surrounded him.
"Brother, this is all the money I have in my pocket, you can have it all!" He reacted quickly and handed over the money to them.
After the group of hooligans left, cursing and swearing, he was drenched in cold sweat and lost all interest in humming a song.
Singing could be heard from the streets from time to time.
Someone was trying to sell him cassette tapes from Hong Kong!
He was like a country bumpkin, not recognizing what it was at all, and was even looked down upon by others.
Being a reseller, he found out about a guesthouse next to the market and paid the staff to find out about their supply channels.
In the end, he spent three thousand yuan to buy 75 watches, and the other party also gave him a briefcase as a gift.
He spent money to buy himself a new outfit, and carrying his briefcase, he swaggered down the street, and surprisingly, no more biker gangs tried to steal his things.
It's trading day again.
Lin Chen greeted Jiang Ning and went out.
"Go ahead, be careful in everything," Jiang Ning instructed him before preparing to leave.
Wang Xiufen was busy making her wedding dress, her expression focused. When she heard that she had gone out, she assumed she was visiting someone's house and didn't pay much attention.
Lin Qiao was also reading a book, completely oblivious to what was happening around her.
She left home earlier this time to give herself ample time to prepare goods in advance and wait for buyers.
An hour later, Lin Chen arrived at the local black market.
"Let's go, I brought two thousand yuan with me this time." Lin Chen couldn't wait to set off.
Scarface stopped him: "Xiao Lin, don't worry, I have a batch of watches here, I'll give them to you for eighty, then you won't need to go to the county anymore."
Lin Chen asked, puzzled, "What do you mean? Where did these goods come from?"
He saw that Scarface's briefcase was filled with dozens of watches. Could it be that he had contacted Boss Biao in advance?
Scarface patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, if you think this price is too high, I can take you to Guangzhou. I've already opened up channels there, so you don't need to get the goods from that 'Brother Biao' anymore!"
"So, are you going to pick up the goods now, or come with me to Guangzhou?"
After listening, Lin Chen punched him in the stomach and said harshly, "If you give up on this channel in the county, don't blame me for picking it up again! I don't need to cooperate with someone as treacherous as you!"
As he spoke, he walked toward the bus station.
Without a bicycle, he had no choice but to hurry and catch a bus.
When he arrived at the transaction location, panting heavily, it was too late. Master Biao was already kicking pebbles and waiting for him, bored.
"Are you all alone?" Jiang Ning asked knowingly.
She deliberately leaked the news to Scarface that she could buy goods at low prices in Guangzhou, and the result was exactly what she expected.
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