After leaving He Changsuo's house, Xia Qiulong and Lu Wu came forward and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"
"Do I look like I'm in trouble?"
Xia Qiulong looked him up and down and shook his head: "It seems to be fine. So how did you handle it?"
"It's basically settled. If these three rats weren't full of shit, they would have given you the cloth coupons tomorrow, and reduced the price by five cents per foot based on the market price."
Xia Qiulong was overjoyed.
"Brother, you're really good. Not only did you defeat your opponent, but you also got the upper hand. I really admire you. How did you do it?"
There's no secret to this, just a carrot and a stick...
Mr. Wan Feng thinks this metaphor is very inappropriate. Isn't this just trying to scare a rabbit by using a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other?
As the three of them walked back, Wan Feng recounted what had happened.
"You scared him like that?"
"This isn't a bluff, it's a threat. If Wang An persists, I'm really going to send them to jail for the New Year."
"You are getting worse and worse as you learn more."
"Actually, I'm a good person, but life has forced me to become like this." Wan Feng looked far-reaching, with a look of deep sorrow.
"Brother, is Brother Wan's current behavior the pretentiousness he always talks about?" Lu Wu was not good at reading people's expressions, and at this moment he blurted out such a ruinous remark.
Xia Qiulong nodded solemnly: "Yes! Yes, and it's not just some pretense, this is almost wider than the Red River."
"How big a thing would it take to put it in?"
"I guess the only option is to use the golden hoop."
These two guys actually started discussing how thick the stick should be. Why do I feel like these two guys are the sticks?
"Where is the clothing workshop?"
"On the streets of Miaoling."
"Take me to see it."
The distance from East Market to Miaoling is zero, and it would be a bit impractical to walk any further.
Lu Wu got a 28-inch bicycle from somewhere, and Xia Qiulong rode Lu Wu on the cargo bed, while Wan Feng unfortunately had to sit on the main beam. It was because of him that he was the most powerful.
Miaoling Shangjie is on the left side of the big slope leading to Yangfang, and is considered the northwest boundary of Hongya County.
This place is not too far from Shuangtui Mo Village, which will save me a lot of trouble when I go to find Zhang San later.
When the three of them were halfway along the slope, Lü Wu stopped and pointed to a courtyard in the distance that looked like a quadrangle courtyard. "See? That courtyard is the workshop."
Wan Feng looked at the yard and fell into deep thought.
Three minutes later.
"You two should wait outside while I go in and take a look."
"You want to go alone again?" Xia Qiulong asked.
"I'm afraid some of them know you, and it would be inconvenient for you to go in."
"But if a conflict arises, can you handle it by yourself?" Lu Wu asked worriedly.
"I'm not going to fight, so how could there be a conflict? I'm just going to take a look. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Wan Feng got off the road and followed a path into Shangjie.
Shangjie Village is not big, with only about thirty or forty households. The courtyard is on the left side of the center of the village, and a village road passes by the gate of the courtyard.
Although the road passes by the gate of the yard, the gate is closed tightly.
The main door is made of wood and it looks like it was built not long ago. You can still smell the special smell of wood.
In the 1980s, the courtyard walls of every household along the southern Liaoning coast were mostly made of stone, with the highest height being only about 1.67 meters. The main gate of every household was a simple gate with an iron wheel welded under an iron railing.
The courtyard wall of this house is two meters high, and the solid wooden gate is almost as high as the wall, making it look very much like a prison.
In an era when every household has its doors wide open, it is indeed a bit strange that this house's door is closed so tightly.
Wan Feng understood. Isn't it just that he was afraid of being caught for speculation and profiteering?
When he arrived at the gate, Wan Feng raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A few minutes later, the door opened a crack, revealing a pair of female eyes: "Who are you looking for?"
Wan Feng patted the backpack he had moved to the front: "Here to get the goods."
He didn't know if there was any secret code between this workshop and the people who came to pick up the goods, like Wang Gai Di Hu, so he had to bite the bullet and say this.
"Get the goods? How can you get the goods when you're a kid and don't go to school?" the person inside asked in surprise.
"I stopped studying a long time ago and have been scrambling around on the street for years. Recently, I saw someone selling clothes doing well, and someone told me there were clothes for sale here, so I came here."
"Who introduced you?"
"I can't do that. He won't let me, and no one else will."
The person in the crack of the door looked him up and down: "Do you have money?"
Hearing this, Wan Feng felt that there was a way: "You are asking this question. I can come here even if I don't have money. I have brought my bag even if I didn't see it."
The door slammed shut.
Oh, is this considered a rejection?
They wouldn't take their own child so seriously.
After a few minutes, the door opened a crack again, and another pair of eyes appeared from inside, but it was not the same person as before. This time it was a man.
"How much do you want?" His tone was very firm.
"One hundred!"
Wan Feng clearly felt the other party shudder.
“Not that many.”
Of course I know you don’t have that many. We haven’t even produced a hundred.
Wan Feng asked back, "Then how many do you have?"
"There are eight or ten, no more."
Wan Feng shook his head: "What can this stuff do? I'm not bragging. If I go to the market, all the vendors will have to throw soup. I can't take on ten of them by myself, but seven or eight won't be a problem."
The eyes of the man clearly showed disbelief: "You're not a big shot, but you boast a lot. What have you sold?"
Now it's time to blow the conch.
"I've sold a lot of things. I've sold popsicles and soda, I've traded fish on the beach, and I've traded bills on the black market."
"Have you ever been in the black market?" The man didn't believe it.
"I've been out there since I was eleven. What's so great about going to the black market? If you need any bills, come to me. There aren't many I can't get on the black market, and I guarantee you'll get a discount."
"Do you know the three rats in the black market?"
"Three rats? Are you He Changsuo, Zhang Xirong, and Zheng Yu, those three thieves who specialize in dealing in cloth coupons?"
The man seemed to believe Wan Feng's words. Those who could directly give the names of the three mice were basically old hands in the black market, and most people didn't know their real names.
"Have you ever dealt in cloth coupons?"
"I used to do it, but then I stopped. Going to the countryside was too tiring, so I let Three Rats do it. By the way, Three Rats introduced me here, do you believe it?"
The man didn't answer.
"He's the third rat. Mentioning his name here should work, so I came. If it doesn't work, I'll scold him when I get back. Wang An is fooling me."
The person inside the door was silent for a minute, and then the door opened.
"Come in."
Wan Feng walked in and the door slammed shut behind him.
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