After sleeping for half a day and a night, Xu Xiangyang finally felt normal again.
It's also because of this youthful body that I can recover even after staying up late so often.
If I were in my thirties, I probably wouldn't have been able to last two nights.
It's so good to be young...
When Xu Xiangyang got up in the morning, he went to hand over his work to his colleagues at work. Unexpectedly, he met an acquaintance this time.
"Oh, isn't this Comrade Xu?" Li Xiangqian greeted him with a smile.
The two had only met once before, when Qian Wenqing was working in the car. Usually, when they met in the cafeteria, they would just nod to each other and that would be it.
Xu Xiangyang was surprised to see him, so he nodded and said, "Comrade Li, it's been a long time since I've seen you. How long have you been away on business?"
"It's only been a month. That's how it is in our purchasing department. When things get busy, we don't even have time to go to the office." Li Xiangqian said with a helpless expression. In fact, no one wants to run around everywhere.
But there's nothing we can do. The purchasing department's salary is five yuan higher per month than regular positions, plus there are subsidies.
Such a high salary is obviously not easy to obtain; there must be some sacrifice involved, right?
Xu Xiangyang nodded. He was much better than Li Xiangqian; he had never been away on a business trip for a month.
However, the absence of an occurrence does not mean its absence; it simply means its frequency is low.
After the two handed over their work, Li Xiangqian glanced around and, seeing that no one was around, asked, "Comrade Xu, would you like to go for a walk? After eight o'clock tonight."
After 8 PM?
Seeing his mysterious demeanor, Xu Xiangyang was a little suspicious. "Where are you going? Why are you so late? Comrade Li, don't you know that Beiping is not safe right now? Going out so late, you could easily get caught."
He wasn't exaggerating; with the situation so tense right now, everyone wants to achieve something.
But there are only so many people in Beiping, and everyone wants to achieve something, so who will take the blame?
So now everyone is very careful, afraid of becoming someone else's stepping stone and suffering the consequences themselves.
Seeing that he was being cautious, Li Xiangqian said, "It's alright, it's alright. If you don't want to go, that's fine. I'll go back and pack my things first. I have to go back the day after tomorrow."
He said goodbye and left after chatting and laughing.
Clearly, he had no intention of persuading Xu Xiangyang. Sometimes, forcing someone to listen is counterproductive; if they don't want to, then so be it.
Xu Xiangyang watched his departing figure, pursed his lips, and then turned to watch the workers load the truck.
He didn't know what Li Xiangqian meant, but it was most likely something like the black market.
With Beiping in such chaos, how will he escape if he gets caught?
We're unfamiliar with this place, what if something really happens?
Xu Xiangyang was still quite curious, and although he had refused, he could go and take a look.
Around eight o'clock in the evening, he watched Li Xiangqian, who lived upstairs, go out.
He had already changed his clothes and then quietly followed them.
Because there were very few streetlights at that time, Xu Xiangyang's tailing did not attract Li Xiangqian's attention.
He was walking alone at that moment, his mind preoccupied with other things.
After following for about twenty minutes, Xu Xiangyang saw that they had arrived at what looked like a rural market.
There were quite a few people setting up stalls, but it was impossible to tell what they were selling.
It was already dark, so you naturally couldn't see anything from a distance.
Xu Xiangyang hesitated for a moment, but still went over. Anyway, he had already changed his clothes and was wearing a mask, so even if Li Xiangqian stood right in front of him, he might not recognize him.
Once he got closer, he realized that this area was full of shops selling antiques and old items.
No one spoke, except for someone who saw something they liked and quietly asked the shopkeeper.
In the darkness, so many people lurking around seemed somewhat eerie.
Xu Xiangyang felt goosebumps all over his body, but when he thought about how he had already died once, why was he still so afraid?
No, no, how can a grown man be afraid of the dark?
He took a deep breath and then slowly walked forward.
The street ahead was lined with many things. He walked around it first, and then slowly started looking at them.
The items are not expensive, around three to five yuan, but they are all relatively new.
There are many things related to the Qing Dynasty and the common people.
Xu Xiangyang didn't understand this kind of thing, so it was hard for him to tell the difference between the real and the fake.
This is a bit of a dilemma. If you can't tell what's good for you, what should you buy? Do you have too much money to spend?
"Don't touch anything if you're not buying! It's dark here, don't give me any more junk!"
Xu Xiangyang heard a somewhat familiar voice beside him and looked over with some confusion.
He was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected to run into him here.
Feng Jiunian spoke fluent Beiping dialect in a low voice to the person next to him.
However, he was standing very close, so he could hear what was being said clearly.
"It's just a vase, isn't it? Look how precious it is to you. It might not even be real." The person opposite was clearly not happy.
Feng Jiunian then said, "If you're not going to buy it, then don't bother cleaning here. Give me the vase, and goodbye!"
After saying that, he snatched the vase from the man's hand and carefully wiped it clean.
"Tch, is this how you do business?" the customer said and left.
Seeing this, Xu Xiangyang thought about it and decided not to go over.
The main problem is that there are too many people and too much distraction here, which is very inconvenient.
Another reason he wanted to learn more about Feng Jiunian was that since the person in front of him hadn't recognized him, he shouldn't show himself rashly.
Xu Xiangyang didn't buy anything, he just walked to the end and hid.
He can't tell the difference between real and fake items here; even if he spends money to buy something, it might still be fake.
Why not buy something better with that money? Why buy all that junk?
He rarely gambles on luck. He believes that no one should touch such things without a chance of success, as they are very addictive.
At that time, no amount of wealth would be enough to buy it, and in the end, how many good things would you have left?
Moreover, if you buy it now, it will take decades to gain any value, so buying a fake is even less worthwhile.
Not long after, people in the black market started to leave.
Xu Xiangyang waited for about half an hour before he saw Feng Jiunian pushing a small cart out.
He followed the crowd, and only after returning to the city did he separate from them.
Xu Xiangyang followed, but kept a great distance, for fear of being discovered.
I just came to check in today; I didn't intend to say hello.
He saw Feng Jiunian carefully enter a small courtyard and then close the door.
Xu Xiangyang glanced at the number by the door and then wrote it down.
He walked to the corner of the alley next to him and stood there quietly.
The air at night wasn't hot, but it wasn't exactly cool either.
The weather in August is getting hotter and hotter, even at night it's muggy.
Even though Xu Xiangyang was wearing a mask, he felt that the mask was soaked with sweat, but he didn't take it off.
After all, he didn't know if anyone would pass by.
At that moment, the gate to the courtyard that Feng Jiunian had just entered was opened again.
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