Chapter 8: Selling Paintings on the Black Market

The next morning, before daybreak, Liu Yunshuang got up.

Xu Zhiqing heard the voice and rubbed her eyes.

"Mom, what are you doing up so early?"

Normally, her parents also have to go to work.

However, they would not get up until dawn.

"Zhiqing, Mom has to go out today.

When you get up later, help Zhiyi get dressed. There are two potatoes left from yesterday. You two can have a bite.

Close the door tightly. No one except Zhili can enter, especially people from Old Xu's family."

When Xu Zhiqing heard that she was going out, she quickly sat up and became conscious instantly.

"Mom, what are you going to do? I'm scared."

Liu Yunshuang had already put on her clothes and took a bundle of cloth, in which she put a headscarf and the painting.

"Zhiqing, be obedient, we have nothing at home.

Mom is going out to get some food. You are the older sister, so help mom take care of your younger sister.

If anyone asks, just say I went into the mountains early in the morning, okay?"

Live off the land, there is not enough food at home.

Many people go into the mountains to pick wild vegetables, fruits, etc.

They have just started being single, so no one can find fault with this reason.

"Yes, I understand~"

Although Xu Zhiqing was afraid, she didn't say anything.

Liu Yunshuang didn't let her get up. She closed the door and went along the main road to the county town.

The Red Star Production Team is twenty miles away from Xintong County.

If you are fast, you can get there in about two hours.

She didn't dare to be away from home for a whole day, and she had promised her son to go dig wild vegetables during the day, so she couldn't go back on her word.

When we arrived at the county town, it was just daybreak and no one was on the streets.

According to her memory, she went to a group of abandoned houses in the east, which was the black market in the county town.

I came here several times in my previous life.

It's really lively here, at least there are a lot of people.

Her approach wasn't too out of place.

To be on the safe side, she walked along the edge and squatted down in the middle.

After a few minutes, a young man came over.

"Sister, what's in your bag?"

"Exchange some money for the things left behind by my old age."

This person was here to get in touch. Although the black market is secretive, transactions are still conducted in private.

Among them, we need such people to help connect the dots and get some hard work fees later.

"What the hell is that? Let me help you take a look."

"A painting~"

Liu Yunshuang did not hide it. He said he would help to look at it. He knew someone in this field and knew the jargon.

“Painting, then you have to ask Mr. Qiao.

Big sister, are you free? Let's talk for a moment."

"Okay~"

Although this black market does business secretly, it has its own rules and regulations.

The reason why Liu Yunshuang dared to come here alone was because she was sure of this point. At least there would be no problem with safety.

She followed the young man through the twists and turns, keeping her eyes on the road around her.

Even if you have an idea in mind, you still need to be prepared for both situations.

Finally, it stopped in front of a dilapidated yard.

"Sister, please wait here for a moment."

Liu Yunshuang nodded and began to look around.

The man knocked on the door and waited at the bottom of the steps.

After a while, the door opened and a man about his age came out.

"I brought a fat cow here and want to see Mr. Qiao."

When she heard the word "fat cow", she felt extremely uncomfortable and held her bag tightly.

The two of them looked in her direction, and the man went in.

Liu Yunshuang began to struggle between her conscience and her desire to run or not.

Before I could think it through, that person came out.

"Big sister, come~"

It's over. This time I have no choice but to go ahead with it.

On second thought, isn't this my purpose? How can I make money if I don't sell this thing?

Taking a deep breath, she went for it.

This was a very small courtyard. There was a light on in the main room. The young man motioned her to go in.

Liu Yunshuang took a look and pushed open the door.

The room was bright. There was a square table on the kang, and a young man was sitting opposite it.

He looks to be in his twenties, with deep facial features and sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

Especially the skin, which is so white.

Liu Yunshuang was a little nervous and swallowed unconsciously.

"Please sit down~"

The other party looked at her and spoke directly.

"No, no need. Are you Mr. Qiao?"

The other person glanced up at her, stroking a pair of gourds in his hands.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"how?"

"Nothing. I thought he was old, but I didn't expect him to be so young."

The other party tilted his head and was not impressed by her words.

"Bring it here and let me see~"

The voice was cold. Liu Yunshuang was a little nervous, but she quickly opened the bag, took out the things inside and handed it over.

Seeing the blue brocade storage bag and the red tassels, "Mr. Qiao" put away his previous carelessness and reached out to take it.

Untie the bag and pour out the scroll.

He opened it carefully, and then a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Although it was only a few seconds, Liu Yunshuang saw it clearly and had a general idea of ​​it.

"Where did this thing come from?"

"It's passed down from our ancestors."

Liu Yunshuang looked at him frankly, she had thought of these words in advance.

That "Mr. Qiao" stared at her for more than ten seconds and suddenly laughed.

"Wu Zichu's painting of spring flowers and autumn moon is quite good. How much do you want?"

Ask her how much money she wants, this is a sign of favor.

Liu Yunshuang was no longer in a hurry and sat down on the edge of the kang.

"How much do you give~"

The other party took a magnifying glass and began to look at it carefully.

"Give you one thousand~"

Oh my god, she almost screamed.

One thousand, my God, I knew this was valuable, but I didn’t expect it to be so valuable.

Thinking of the business tips her father had told her before, Liu Yunshuang quickly calmed herself down.

"You can't find another painting like this in the three northeastern provinces. One thousand is too little."

The other party didn't even raise his head and continued to immerse himself in his own world.

“Three thousand…”

Oh my god, Liu Yunshuang's heart was beating "boom boom boom".

She must have heard it wrong, he actually gave her three thousand.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, the man lost his patience.

"Not satisfied? Then how much do you want?"

To be honest, one thousand yuan was beyond her expectations.

This person is saying this now, which means there is still a possibility of raising the price.

She simply made up her mind and looked at the other person calmly: "Five thousand yuan~"

"Mr. Qiao" heard it and kept silent.

Damn, that’s too much.

"or……"

“Deal~”

She was just thinking of giving it a lower price. Business is a back-and-forth process.

She said five thousand on purpose to leave room for bargaining.

Unexpectedly, he actually agreed.

"What do you want to say?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's like this, Mr. Qiao, you are a straightforward person.

I'm not just going back and forth, you have seen this painting.

Five thousand yuan, and I also need two hundred kilograms of food coupons."

(End of this chapter)