Upon hearing the nickname "Brother Dao," Li Junsheng perked up.
Was he being brought to Lao Dao in a sack?
"Take the sack off for him."
A deep, languid voice rang out, and then Li Junsheng's eyes lit up as the burlap sack covering his head was removed.
The first thing Li Junsheng saw in front of him was a man with a bandit-like air about his age!
"You're Old Knife?"
"Yes, what do you want with me? And how did you know me?"
Old Dao also sized up Li Junsheng, sensing that he was an unfamiliar face and didn't understand the rules of the black market.
Suddenly, I felt that something was suspicious and strange about him!
Li Junsheng didn't find it strange that Lao Dao was wary of him.
He had heard about Old Knife in his previous life, and he was very cautious, especially towards strangers. That's why he was able to survive in the black market for so long!
Li Junsheng smiled and asked Lao Dao a question in the black market slang.
"I have a job moving bricks, and I was wondering if you'd like to do it. As for how I know your name, Old Knife the Broker... you're a big shot in the black market. Everyone who's been to the black market has heard of you, right?"
Old Dao squinted, his gaze sharp as he looked at Li Junsheng.
He clearly did not believe Li Junsheng's explanation.
The "brick-moving job" that Li Junsheng mentioned was slang used in the black market.
It means reselling things!
Li Junsheng clearly didn't look like someone who frequented the black market, yet he spoke in black market slang, which made Lao Dao suspicious of him.
"So... how many times have you been to the black market? How did you know it was located in this area?"
"Me? I've heard of the black market before, but this is my first time here. The way we treat our guests in the black market is quite special."
As Li Junsheng said this, he jokingly looked at the person who had put a burlap sack over his head and brought him here.
Li Junsheng also subtly hinted to Lao Dao that he had known about the black market for a long time, but had never entered it.
I've come now because I have a favor to ask!
This way, Lao Dao's wariness of him can be reduced, making him feel at ease with him.
Old Dao was quite wealthy. With both hands gripping the steering wheel of the truck, he began to admire Li Junsheng greatly.
He dared to enter the black market all by himself, and he didn't panic even when he was covered in a sack.
To remain calm and composed even when facing oneself is truly remarkable!
What kind of bricks are you moving? How did you get them?
"He's from the factory, Lao Dao, you can tell at a glance."
Li Junsheng took out two scraps of electrolytic copper from his pocket and showed them to Lao Dao.
Old Dao glanced at it once, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.
"It's those yellow bricks again. You've got some nerve. Do you know that some old handyman who used to move bricks got into trouble a while back?"
Li Junsheng understood immediately that the old fox Lao Dao was talking about was probably the middleman who had previously made contact with Section Chief Zhou.
That's why Section Chief Zhou had so many scraps he couldn't get rid of after he was arrested.
Section Chief Zhou didn't tell him about this, probably because he was afraid that Li Junsheng would report him, but Li Junsheng had been reborn from his previous life.
Having witnessed Section Chief Zhou's downfall, Li Junsheng knew the details even if he didn't say it!
Now that Lao Dao has asked again, Li Junsheng certainly can't tell him that he knew about this in his previous life.
He also didn't want to get too involved with Section Chief Zhou in front of Lao Dao!
So Li Junsheng shook his head at Lao Dao and denied it outright, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just an ordinary worker in the machine factory. Maybe you're talking about the leaders in our factory."
"I can't stay in the factory any longer. I'm already this old, and all I want to do is find a way to earn some money to live on before I leave. It's not like the leaders!"
Lao Dao wholeheartedly agrees with this; his boss wasn't doing manual labor with him just to make a living.
Moreover, he saw that Li Junsheng was wearing a faded work uniform and his hands were rough from years of labor!
His face wasn't as fair and plump as it used to be when he was living a good life, so Lao Dao felt that he probably wasn't lying to him.
The man who had brought Li Junsheng to see Lao Dao leaned close to Lao Dao and whispered in his ear, "Brother Dao, do you think this guy is honest and trustworthy? He's not lying to us, is he?"
This person said that because the black market is not safe either!
There are quite a few people who want to arrest Lao Dao and send him to the big compound, plus the person who cooperated with Section Chief Zhou has been arrested.
It was reported by someone that led Lao Dao to suspect that there was a spy in the black market!
Old Dao waved his hand, signaling to his underlings that they didn't need to say anything more; he had his own judgment.
Li Junsheng didn't look like a spy. Although he had heard about the black market before, this was his first time here.
They didn't even know the rules about wearing masks and showing one's true face when entering the black market.
If he hadn't been forced into this situation by life, Lao Dao probably wouldn't have come here to find him!
"Old Dao, can you move these bricks? Please give me a straight answer. If you can't, I'll leave and won't bother you anymore."
Li Junsheng pressed for details about the sale.
How could Lao Dao possibly let go of the meat that was practically in his mouth!
"We can move it, but for goods like yours, the risk is relatively high, so the price will be a bit cheaper."
Old Dao actually wanted to lower the price, but Li Junsheng didn't rush to refuse. He simply asked, "How much per pound can you offer here?"
"I'll give you two yuan and fifty cents at most!"
Li Junsheng frowned. Those scraps of electrolytic copper were worth 3.2 yuan per kilogram on the black market.
Old Dao was going to give him 70 cents less all at once, which Li Junsheng found hard to accept.
Li Junsheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to Lao Dao, and lit one for himself.
After taking a couple of puffs, he said earnestly, "Brother Lao Dao, we can't bully honest people. I asked around before I came, and this stuff is priced at 3.2 yuan on the black market."
Old Dao was a little surprised. He hadn't expected this person to be so difficult to fool, having made so many preparations before coming!
"Then tell me, how much are you willing to spend?"
"Three yuan and twenty cents a pound!"
Old Dao was so angry he laughed. This guy wouldn't budge an inch on the price.
"You're really desperate for money."
Old Dao's underlings shook their heads, but Li Junsheng wouldn't back down.
“Brother Lao Dao, you know how much risk I take to do this. If the price is too low, it's not worth the risk. I only came to you because I heard you were a black market hammer dealer.”
The act of striking a hammer implies that Lao Dao is a reliable and trustworthy businessman.
Old Dao didn't show it on his face, but he knew in his heart that Li Junsheng's words made sense.
If it weren't for the huge profits, who would be willing to take such a risk!
By trying to drive the price down like that, I'd seem a bit heartless.
"What's your name, bro?"
"Just call me Lao Li!"
Old Dao nodded, seemingly having made up his mind.
"Old Li, right? Since you believe I, Old Dao, am a black market hammer maker, I'll take the job. Three yuan, please!"
"Tonight at midnight, I'm taking some men to pick up the goods. Get ready!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
