The black market is a flea market. It is estimated that all transactions are completed at night and end at dawn.
The customers in the market all seem to come from decent families and have a certain level of spending power.
Standing in front of Qin Huai were two women in their thirties, wearing Lenin suits and with short hair. They were obviously cadres from government agencies and public institutions, and only such people could afford to consume.
Qin Huai immediately gave the price, and the two women said, "Make it cheaper. If it's cheaper, we'll buy a few more."
"Big sister, this is already much cheaper than the supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores. Look at my soap, it's from Haicheng, isn't it better than those expensive ones in the department stores? It also makes the laundry smell nice."
"You also said that this is a black market, not a department store. Who will buy from you if you don't make it cheaper?"
Qin Huai complained bitterly, "Look carefully, sisters! This is a good thing I got from Haicheng. The travel expenses alone will cost me a lot more. If it's any cheaper, I'll lose money. No, no."
Seeing that he was holding on to the price, the two women had no choice but to say, "Alright, alright, we say one, you say ten. No more bargaining, just give us three dollars each."
Ordinary people cannot afford this kind of soap, but they have no problem with it. When they see Qin Huai looking at them with envy after hearing the number, they feel happy again.
Qin Huai exclaimed, "Sister, your family is really rich. One piece of this stuff can last a long time, and you bought so many at once."
"Who has extra money? Your soap is really good. We bought some and gave one piece to each of my in-laws and my own family. We should use one piece ourselves, right?"
Both of them bought it directly with money, and sold it for six yuan. In this day and age, people who can spend money like this are not ordinary people. Qin Huai kept flattering him, and the two women were happy with the money they spent.
The guy next to him looked at it with wide eyes and said enviously, "Your business is really good."
He sells handmade toys. Although they look good and are not expensive, don't forget that people these days need food and daily necessities. Even rich people may not buy toys.
Qin Huai waited for a while and sold three bars of soap. Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, more and more customers were walking around in the market.
Success or failure depended on this one move, so Qin Huai quickly cheered up and put out all the soaps.
Most of the things on the market were food stamps, industrial coupons and the like. His soap was unique in the entire market. His stall looked the most conspicuous in the crowd, and people kept coming to buy it piece by piece.
Soap is a kind of improvement material. People who can't afford to eat at home will definitely not even look at it, but it is a necessity after all. People with formal jobs will buy a piece when they see it.
After all, it is cheaper than the market price.
Qin Huai discovered a pattern: not many people use tickets to buy things at the flea market, most people just use money.
After watching for a while, he finally understood that the current situation is becoming more and more serious. In the past, you could go to state-owned stores to buy cheap goods with coupons, but now you can't buy things even if you have money, so at the flea market, everyone will unconsciously spend money.
Although this place is different from where he lives, the historical process is very similar. It is obvious that the control of materials is being strengthened, which also means that life will become more and more difficult in the future.
Thinking of this, he felt even more urgent. The four people in his family needed a lot of food, and winter was approaching, so he didn't have much time left.
Qinhuai's soap was novel, and the mature industrial products were in great demand in that era, so it sold out very quickly.
It is impossible to continue making soap in the village. In order to survive the long winter, he must find a solution now.
He walked along several streets and found that the shops there were nothing but state-owned bookstores, state-owned restaurants, supply and marketing cooperatives and the like.
There are also some people engaged in industry and commerce, handicrafts, retail and service industries who can set up stalls on the streets to sell their goods openly.
After studying the behavior of these people, Qin Huai discovered the human nature of this era. These people were basically specially set up by the streets and collectives to facilitate the lives of the working masses. They all had formal certificates, such as bicycle repairmen, which were generally small collective shops.
The goods sold at individual stalls are basically negotiable, and their prices are much higher than those of goods purchased and sold in a unified manner, so they do not have an impact on the material market.
He needs to put a lot of thought into finding a way to earn money and support his family.
Today's city is relatively plain, with gray figures everywhere. His eyes were suddenly attracted by a woman carrying a child, walking with difficulty.
The woman didn't seem to be from the country. She walked towards the post office on the street in a daze. I noticed her because there were many people following her, who seemed to be watching some excitement.
Qin Huai followed her in, confused, and saw the woman standing in front of the counter, staring blankly at the staff inside. The staff said inexplicably, "Comrade, do you want to send a letter?"
The middle-aged woman shook her head.
The staff member asked again: "What are you going to do?"
The woman still shook her head, and the staff member got angry and said, "If you have nothing to do, don't block others. Don't you see there are many people queuing behind you?"
The service attitude is terrible.
The woman suddenly held out her hand and said, "Please be kind."
The staff then realized that it was a beggar and said unhappily, "How can a beggar get here? We are at work and have no food to give you."
The middle-aged woman didn't get any money, so she suddenly put her child on the counter and said, "My child died and I can't afford a coffin. Please bury him."
Only then did Qin Huai see that the child the woman was carrying had become stiff and was lying there rigidly. When he put the child on the counter, it made a loud noise.
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