Local black market.
With Lin Chen's introduction, Er Laizi and the others also met Boss Biao.
Master Biao gave them several hundred kilograms of wood ear mushrooms, enough for them to make a fortune before the New Year.
By the time Yama arrived, the goods had already been divided up.
Seeing the disregard on Er Laizi and the others' faces, he knew that he had completely lost control of the market.
He put in a lot of effort to reunite these people, but unexpectedly, he ended up doing all the work for someone else.
He looked at the black man with a murderous glint in his eyes.
After everyone had left, he tried to find Master Biao alone, following the direction he had gone, but he couldn't even catch a glimpse of him.
He tried to find him in the county town, but after asking around for most of the day, he got nowhere.
It's as if this person appeared out of thin air and then disappeared just as suddenly.
Finally, he had no choice but to lower his head again and take the goods from Erlaizi.
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and no matter how much I have to swallow my pride, I have to earn some money to celebrate!
Erlaizi was still a kind and righteous person; he really gave him fifty catties of goods to resell, even if he could earn a few cents per catty, it would be good.
That's still over ten yuan.
Urban workers only earn twenty or thirty yuan a month.
Over the next few days, everyone relied on their own abilities to sell their goods.
That day, Lin Chen received 10,000 feet of Dacron fabric from Boss Biao and was preparing to distribute it when he received a notification from Gao Baoliang.
"The higher-ups have already heard the news; let's stop before the New Year."
Lin Chen kicked the air and let out a breath of stale air, "This batch of Dacron is definitely not going to get out."
Fortunately, the fabrics could be stored, so he took them all home and stored them carefully, waiting for a chance to ship them out six months later.
Lin Tao was filled with suspicion when he saw him bringing so much Dacron fabric home.
"Is he engaging in speculation and profiteering?"
These days, the bold get rich, and the timid starve. Shouldn't he pick up his reselling business again?
He went to Shuanzi to ask about the situation.
Shuanzi is doing really well lately. The watch I gave him as compensation last time is now selling for 180 yuan apiece.
He suddenly had more than a thousand yuan in his hand.
In response to Lin Tao's question, he said mysteriously:
"You don't know this yet, do you? If you want to do business now, just look for Brother Hei. Right now, the hottest things are Dacron and wood ear mushrooms."
Lin Tao thought to himself, "Damn, that's not what Lin Chen is doing. That kid is making a fortune in silence, without even mentioning me."
He borrowed fifty yuan from Shuanzi and, following Shuanzi's directions, went to the village's black market.
Kuo Lian received a message from Lin Chen that he had already retreated.
When Lin Tao entered the alley, he was puzzled for a moment, as he didn't see the big face that Shuanzi had mentioned!
When he reached the deepest part of the alley, he indeed saw a person with a burlap sack at his feet.
The King of Hell has some free time today and wants to sell the goods retail so he can get a higher price.
I was wondering why all the elderly folks who usually come looking for goods were nowhere to be seen.
Seeing Lin Tao approach, he breathed a sigh of relief; finally, someone had come to buy his goods.
Just then, a noise came from outside. The two men looked at each other warily, each assuming that the other was a plainclothes man with a red armband who had come to arrest someone.
A few seconds later, a cat jumped down from the wall and wobbled past them, which put their minds at ease.
"How much is this?" Lin Tao asked, pretending to be knowledgeable, as he examined the wood ear mushrooms.
He doesn't know anything, all he does is eat.
The King of Hell saw right through it: "Two yuan and fifty cents, not a penny less."
Lin Tao thought to himself, "I can earn at least 30 cents per pound, and 6 yuan for 20 pounds. Little by little, it's better than nothing." So he took out five ten-yuan bills and handed them over.
Just as Yama was about to accept the money, several people wearing red armbands rushed in, whistling.
"Arrest them!"
At the manager's command, several people rushed towards Yan Wang and Lin Tao.
Yama reacted quickly and, being familiar with the terrain, snatched the money from Lin Tao and ran away.
Unfortunately, he ran too fast and tripped over a stone, falling to the ground and injuring his right arm.
He endured the pain and got up, finally escaping a terrible ordeal.
Lin Tao wasn't so lucky; he ran like a headless fly and was quickly caught by the administrator.
"I'm innocent! I was just passing by," Lin Tao protested.
The manager angrily retorted, "I saw you pay for it. You bought these wood ear mushrooms, didn't you?"
Lin Tao hurriedly waved his hands: "No, it's not mine."
"Since it's not yours, we'll take it."
The administrator looked at Lin Tao, who was so frightened he wet his pants, gave a wicked smile, picked up his things, and took him away.
Soon, Yu Xiaofeng received a notice to bring fifty yuan to ransom the person.
The administrator was very understanding. Since it was almost Chinese New Year, they decided not to hold a public denunciation meeting and would just let people pay a little money for some education.
When Lin Tao got home, he was filled with regret. He had only wanted to earn some pocket money, but he never expected to lose even his initial investment.
He still had to ask Yu Xiaofeng for fifty yuan to return to Shuanzi.
Ever since Yu Xiaofeng was poisoned by rat poison, she has suffered from stomach pain. Now, the pain is so severe it feels like her stomach is being squeezed by iron clamps.
"You little brat, one day you'll drive me crazy. Take the money, we can't celebrate the New Year like this."
I only had two hundred yuan to begin with, and now half of it is gone.
Last time I lost ten yuan to Lin Chen, and with my usual expenses, I don't have much money left.
Expenses were high these days; oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar all cost money, and pots and pans had to be replaced when they broke. While others wore new clothes, her own clothes were patched upon patched.
Seeing people coming and going from next door every day, bringing large and small bags into her home, made her stomach ache even more.
......
With the year-end approaching and the black market under strict control, Lin Chen decided to simply hibernate.
He made over 10,000 yuan from this market rally, which Jiang Ning saved.
"Don't worry, I'll hide it very well."
Like a little miser, she hid her money in the deepest part of her wardrobe, which was actually a way of storing all her money away.
With the addition of the two earnings of over 20,000, Lin Chen has already earned more than 30,000.
He's really good at making money.
After putting the money away, Lin Chen patted the bed and smiled at her:
"The bed is warm, come on up."
For some reason, this winter got cold exceptionally early.
Jiang Ning remembered that the coldest time in her previous life was during the Lunar New Year, when it even snowed.
Could it be that because she was reborn, some things have changed imperceptibly?
Knowing that she was afraid of the cold, Lin Chen would go to bed early, warm the blankets, and then let her come up to bed.
Jiang Ning blushed and prepared to go up, but then she saw something like cotton wool fluttering in the moonlight outside the window.
"It's snowflakes!"
She walked to the window and exclaimed in surprise.
Then, she dragged Lin Chen out of bed and told him to get dressed quickly, because she wanted to go outside and take a look.
The moonlight is bright tonight, and snowflakes are dancing in the air like little elves.
Jiang Ning ran and jumped, catching snowflakes to play with, her face beaming with a joyful smile.
Lin Chen was stunned. Cotton-like snowflakes scattered around her; she looked like an ethereal fairy, descending to earth for the first time...
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