When he went out, Jia Dongsheng was a little surprised to see that there was another person outside besides Sha Zhu.
"Uncle, why are you here too? Are you going to the black market too?"
That’s right, besides Sha Zhu, Yi Zhonghai was also standing outside. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to go along.
"Well, I'll go to the black market too."
The expression on Yi Zhonghai's face was not calm, and he looked a little worried.
There is no way. The black market has never been a safe place. Of course, it’s not that there are people who rob each other in the black market, but you never know when you will be unlucky and catch the police inspection. If you are arrested, you will need to go to the police station to redeem yourself.
Although Yi Zhonghai was just a worker, as an eighth-level worker, he still had some face in the factory. If he was arrested and the matter spread to the factory, it would be a bad thing and would also damage his image. The title of excellent worker would be away from him from then on.
"Let's go and talk as we go."
Sha Zhu couldn't wait any longer. To be honest, he hadn't been to the black market very often, and he was always curious every time he went there.
"Okay, let's go."
The three of them came to the front yard, where the gate had been bolted. Sha Zhu opened the door, and the three of them walked out one after another.
The black market is a forty-minute drive from Nanluoguxiang, which is neither close nor particularly far.
The three of them strode towards the black market. On the way, they actually met other people going to the black market. However, they didn't know each other, so they kept a distance from each other for fear of running into acquaintances.
After all, the black market is an illegal place, so it is better not to let people know about it if possible, unless they are neighbors like Jia Dongsheng, Sha Zhu, and Yi Zhonghai who live in the same yard.
The black market is actually just a street, and there is no light at all, it is completely dark.
However, in the black market, some people have flashlights in their hands, and some people hold small lanterns, which look like ghost lights. They are quite scary when seen from a distance.
Arrived at the black market
Jia Dongsheng said, "Master, Shazhu, let's separate here and go back together later?"
"Well, if there's someone checking, we'll all go back. If not, let's gather at the street corner."
"That's settled then. I'll go take a look first."
Seeing that the two had already discussed it, Sha Zhu immediately couldn't wait to take a flashlight and walked in.
Yi Zhonghai shook his head with a wry smile and followed him in.
Jia Dongsheng waited until the two people were out of sight before he stepped in, holding a flashlight in his hand.
In this era, the flashlight can be said to be the only household appliance in most families.
Of course, Jia Dongsheng is not counted. He also bought three electric fans and a radio before.
After entering the black market, Jia Dongsheng was somewhat disappointed.
It’s not because of anything else, but because the number of people selling things in the black market is far less than the number of people buying things, and the things they sell are completely useless.
It is very difficult to buy some food here. At least Jia Dongsheng strolled around for more than ten minutes and didn't find anything that he liked.
There's no other way. In this day and age, there are many markets. There are regular markets, pigeon markets, and then there's the black market. Most items can be sold in pigeon markets, unless...
Just as he was thinking about it, Jia Dongsheng actually saw two eye-catching items on a street stall.
What is it?
gun.
pistol.
"It's really a black market. They even have handguns for sale, and two at once."
Muttering to himself, Jia Dongsheng walked over. Every man has an unknown passion for guns, and Jia Dongsheng is no exception.
People in the black market hardly talk. They focus on making gestures and using gestures to negotiate prices, so the entire black market is very quiet.
Yi Zhonghai told him all these things on the way here, so Jia Dongsheng didn't ask how much it cost like he did when he went to Pigeon Market. Instead, he took it in his hand and weighed it.
The pistol felt cold and heavy in his hand. Jia Dongsheng had played with guns and practiced target shooting in his previous life, so he was not unfamiliar with guns.
But he really didn't recognize this gun. He removed the magazine and took a look. There were bullets in it, seven bullets.
"A seven-shot pistol?"
Jia Dongsheng picked up another pistol and took a look. The two guns were exactly the same, but he didn't recognize the model. However, it looked like it should be quite lethal. There were some English words on the gun body, so it was not a domestic product, but a foreign product.
"Hiss... Could it be captured from the battlefield a few years ago?"
If so, then this gun should be an American product. I carefully checked it, removed the magazine, tried the safety, loading and other functions, and it definitely works.
At this moment, Jia Dongsheng really had some understanding of the black market. He really dared to sell anything, even selling pistols.
Having made the decision, Jia Dongsheng looked carefully at the man setting up the stall. He was in his thirties, looked very strong, and exuded a vague aura. He was startled and thought that this guy must have blood on his body!
"Veteran?"
After thinking for a while, Jia Dongsheng made a gesture and asked how much it cost.
Something happened that left Jia Dongsheng speechless. The other party was stunned, as if he didn't understand, and said directly: "A gun is one hundred yuan, and a bullet is ten cents."
Well, this guy is also a novice and doesn’t understand the rules of the black market.
"I want as many bullets as I can get."
In this day and age, gun control is not strict at all. There are even many spies active in Beijing, always trying to make some noise and sabotage this newly established country.
It was not until the 1990s that guns were officially banned in China, and every household was required to hand in their guns.
"There are a total of 170 rounds of ammunition, not counting the ones in the magazine."
"That makes a total of one hundred and eighty-four rounds?"
Jia Dongsheng did some calculations and then started to take out the money. Two hundred and seventeen yuan was enough to buy two pistols with about two hundred bullets. It was a good deal.
After the money and goods were settled, Jia Dongsheng did not stay any longer. He stood up and left, continuing to browse the black market.
But after walking for a while, he saw another stall and Jia Dongsheng regretted buying a gun.
Not because of anything else, just because it was too expensive.
On this stall, there is a mirror-box gun, the same kind used by Yan Shuangying, which is only sold for fifty yuan and comes with twenty bullets.
"Damn, profiteer."
I was so angry. I didn't expect that in such a simple era, there would still be unscrupulous businessmen who sold a gun at twice the price. Is there any justice in the world?
There is no doubt that Jia Dongsheng is a man of great skill and courage. Although he may not be as good as that guy in using a gun, he is not afraid of anyone when it comes to skills.
But when he went back to look for it, the stall was empty.
"You're lucky you ran fast, otherwise I would have asked you to return the goods to me."
Jia Dongsheng muttered to himself and was about to continue shopping when suddenly, the crowd shopping in the black market rushed in one direction, attracting Jia Dongsheng's attention.
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