Uncle Qiang looked at the boy in front of him with a smile: "Did you carry all these things by yourself?"
Lu Zhiye's mind turned slightly, and he shook his head gently: "No, our people left after delivering the things."
The short man's eyes suddenly widened: I told you, there must be someone behind this guy.
Uncle Qiang glanced at Xiaoqiang and signaled him to be more calm.
Several men outside struggled to carry in baskets filled with roe deer meat.
After weighing, Lu Zhiye looked at Mr. Qiang and said, "These are almost 420 kilograms. I don't want so much money, you can exchange some of them for tickets."
Lu Zhiye is now penniless and has nothing. Although there are many things on the black market, he still has to rely on luck.
It's impossible for him to come to the black market every day.
Uncle Qiang pointed to the room and said, "Brother Lu, come in and talk?"
Lu Zhiye roughly counted the people in the yard. With his current strength and speed, if anything really happened, escape would not be a problem.
In his previous life, he went into the sea and things were very chaotic for a while. He also learned martial arts from a master for a while.
He was confident that the people under Mr. Qiang would not leave him alone.
Lu Zhiye strode into the house with his head held high. Uncle Qiang laughed loudly: "Brother Lu, you are so courageous!"
Uncle Qiang signaled the short man to serve tea, and then he personally poured a cup of tea for Lu Zhiye. Lu Zhiye picked up the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam on it, and took a sip.
Uncle Qiang secretly looked at the man in front of him and found that he was not panicked at all, and was as steady as if he was drinking tea with an old friend.
The tall, thin and cold young man kept tapping the teacup with his slender fingers. The aura he inadvertently revealed made even someone like him who had been in the black market for a long time secretly frightened.
"I wonder if Brother Lu has anything else to offer?"
Lu Zhiye kept turning the teacup in his hand and lightly touched the cup with his fingers.
Then he wrote a word on the table.
Uncle Qiang looked at the words on the table with a sharp gaze.
"Brother Lu, this is not a joke?"
Lu Zhiye wiped off the word casually: "It will take about two months, at least this number!"
He raised his fingers and made a five.
"Five hundred?" Uncle Qiang said it wasn't much and he could eat it.
Lu Zhiye raised his thin lips: "Add another zero."
According to Lu Zhiye's algorithm, adding two zeros would be about the same, but it would be very dangerous to use so many things at once.
"Of course, if the cooperation is pleasant in the future..."
He didn't finish his words.
Uncle Qiang laughed and patted Lu Zhiye on the shoulder: "Okay! 25 cents, no ticket. How is it?"
Lu Zhiye thought to himself, now the grain store requires a ticket at 1.5 cents.
On the black market, the price without a ticket is generally thirty or thirty-five cents.
Mr. Qiang didn't exploit him too much.
"It's a pleasure to talk to a smart person, Mr. Qiang, we have a pleasant cooperation."
Lu Zhiye raised his glass gently.
When Lu Zhiye went out, there were already three hundred yuan in his backpack, and half a basket of various tickets.
These tickets are on the black market, and you can’t get them without a hundred bucks.
Mr. Qiang is trying to show goodwill to him.
Lu Zhiye went to the supply and marketing cooperative first. The clothes in his closet were all torn and patched, and even his shoes were almost revealing his toes.
At least buy a set of clothes that can last through the winter.
Two sales clerks were knitting and chatting there.
Seeing Lu Zhiye coming in, he just glanced at him calmly without getting up.
A poor boy can't afford anything.
Lu Zhiye was also happy and relaxed. He walked to the clothing counter.
The supply and marketing cooperative has a fairly complete range of products, including bras, men's cloth shoes, sneakers, ready-made clothes, and sweatshirts.
Lu Zhiye pointed at the army green sneakers and said to the salesperson: "Take two pairs of these."
The salesperson thought he just wanted to take it out and take a look, so he reluctantly put the item down and stood up.
"Two dollars a pair. Get the money and tickets ready."
Lu Zhiye didn't care about her attitude. After all, being a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative was a stable job.
If you go to a state-owned restaurant to eat, the attitude is even worse than this.
He pulled out the ticket and money from his pocket and pointed to a set of ready-made clothes: "Two sets of ready-made clothes and two undershirts."
When the salesperson saw the money Lu Zhiye took out, his eyes lit up and even his attitude became a little more enthusiastic.
"A set of ready-made clothes costs six dollars, and a sweatshirt costs eighty cents. Do you want anything else, handsome boy?"
Lu Zhiye thought about where he was going next, turned around and looked at the counter next to him: "Three feet of black cloth. Another two feet of black cloth, cut separately."
The salesperson quickly called another person to help.
A foot of cloth costs 3.8 yuan, and the cloth that Lu Zhiye wants costs more than eight yuan in total.
After the salesperson packed up everything Lu Zhiye wanted, he quickly ran to his side again.
"I want two kilograms of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. I want one hundred fruit candies.
I need a basin and a cup each. I need ten kilograms of cotton. "
The salesperson was grinning so hard that his teeth were showing, and the people who came in after Lu Zhiye were all stunned.
My goodness, whose prodigal son is this?
"The cloth is eight dollars and seventy-four cents, the ready-made clothes are thirteen dollars and sixty cents, the oil is eighty cents, the salt is eight cents, the basin you want is a little more expensive, four dollars and fifty cents, the cotton is one dollar and one cent, the fruit candy is one cent each... the total is forty-four dollars and thirty-two cents."
Lu Zhiye put all the things into the backpack, then took out the ticket and money from his pocket and handed them to the salesperson.
"Take eight more fruit candies and two feet of cloth. That's 52 in total. Here you go."
Some curious people couldn't help but come to the counter to look at the money and tickets on it.
My goodness, a family may not be able to save a hundred dollars a year, let alone so many tickets.
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