Before Yang Zhaozhao could even think about it, the inventory space had already counted: [One...]
Yang Zhaozhao was shocked: "3, I choose 3."
Physical Space: [Is it true that I lost my sense of taste for a month?]
"Sure!" Compared to other things, taste has the least impact on her life. She has suffered a lot in her previous life. She is not a foodie and does not have that much pursuit in food.
It's enough to be alive.
It would be truly tragic if we were blind and deaf.
And it will take another month.
In fact, it is also possible to lose your sense of smell.
Too bad she had already chosen taste.
Feeling his tongue go numb, Yang Zhaozhao peeled a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. Usually, it had a strong milky flavor and was sweet, but now it tasted like chewing wax.
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
After a second of silence, Yang Zhaozhao immediately regained her energy. She looked at those who were asking for bicycles and said, "I have a bicycle and don't need an industrial ticket. Would you like to buy one?"
The passerby was startled, then looked around and asked: "You have a bicycle?"
"That's right, an eight-bar bike, brand new!" Yang Zhaozhao looked at the row of bicycles in the space and suddenly felt like he was the owner of a bicycle shop.
The passerby's eyes lit up, looked behind her and asked, "Where is it?"
Yang Zhaozhao pointed behind the bridge pier and asked, "Want to take a look?"
The passersby nodded and followed Yang Zhaozhao, thinking that such a pretty girl with bright eyes would definitely not lie.
Yang Zhaozhao had indeed not lied. She walked to the haystack, took the bicycle out of the space, and hid it inside. When she lifted the thatch, she saw a brand new bicycle, which made passersby stare wide-eyed: "I want to buy it. How much?"
He was finally able to buy the bicycle he had been waiting for for several years. He was so happy!
"One hundred yuan, no industrial ticket required." Yang Zhaozhao knew that most bicycles nowadays were priced at this price and there was no demand for them. If she offered ten yuan, they would be able to accept it.
The passerby was tempted when he heard it: "I'll buy it, I just happened to have money with me!"
As if afraid that Yang Zhaozhao would not sell it, he immediately took out the money and counted it one by one. Yang Zhaozhao took it, confirmed that there was no problem, and paid with one hand and handed over the goods.
After getting a new bicycle, the passerby happily rang the bell, and the ding-ding-ding sound was very pleasant.
Yang Zhaozhao got a new bicycle and hung a sign on it that read: For sale for 160 yuan.
The ringing of the bell attracted the attention of many other people. People who wanted to buy bicycles looked over, and when they saw the price, they thought it was too expensive.
People who can’t afford it also watch.
Those who can afford it should consider it.
The rich ones will take over.
Among them was Lin Houyuan. When he saw that it was a Shanghai Forever brand bicycle, Lin Houyuan felt that he was very lucky. He wanted to buy a bicycle and he saw it on the black market.
"I want this car!" Lin Houyuan said.
Others were not far behind: "I'll buy it."
"I want one too."
“I’ll buy it too!”
All of a sudden, everyone started arguing: "Don't push me, I want to buy it, I have money!"
"Comrade, sell it to me!"
"Who stepped on my foot? Are you looking for death?"
"I came here first, sell the car to me!"
"Sell me!"
......
Everyone was talking at once, and seeing that there was only one bicycle, they all started scrambling for it.
Yang Zhaozhao was frightened by this. She took a deep breath and said, "Don't make any noise. I have a few bicycles. Everyone has them. As long as you have money, you can buy one."
After Yang Zhaozhao yelled, everyone became quiet and looked at her. Lin Houyuan also stared with his eyes wide open, hoping that Yang Zhaozhao would sell the car to him because they lived in the same guesthouse.
Yang Zhaozhao didn't let him down and pointed at Lin Houyuan: "Give me the money and you can drive away."
Lin Houyuan was overjoyed and gave Yang Zhaozhao a hundred yuan. He took the handlebars and, envious of everyone, tried the bike. After making sure there was no problem, he rode away.
The others stared at Yang Zhaozhao, wishing they could eat her up: "Comrade, where's the car?"
"Don't worry, you guys will get what you want. Give me the money and I'll push the cart for you. Everyone, wait here, come one by one. I won't sell to anyone who makes trouble."
Everyone: “…”
Looking at the delicate little girl, they were all afraid when she got angry.
They were even more worried that they couldn’t buy such a cheap bicycle. They all saw it, it was a Forever brand bicycle!
Yang Zhaozhao pushed out bicycles one by one. He sold more than ten bicycles at once, and the canvas bags were bulging with money.
Compared to selling rice and noodles, bicycles are really easy to sell. Although they are expensive, the demand is really great.
"I will be here at this time tomorrow. If anyone wants to buy a bicycle, remember to come early. I will sell it tomorrow." Just a dozen bicycles are not enough to pay off the debt.
It was already the first day, and Yang Zhaozhao couldn't help but be anxious.
This black market closed down quickly.
When Yang Zhaozhao was leaving, he was stopped by the people guarding the black market: "If you want to sell your bicycle here later, it's five yuan a bicycle."
"Are you sure?" Yang Zhaozhao knew that he had encountered a local bully.
"That's a big one. If people find out and come to seal off this place, what will we eat?" Wang Dajun was extremely jealous.
She felt jealous as she watched the bicycles being pushed out one after another.
More importantly, he had no idea how the bicycle got in.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the bicycle that appeared above Wang Dajun's head, and knew that he also wanted a bicycle, so she smiled.
"Brother, you're right. You have to make a living too. How about this? I'll give you a bicycle. I'll give you two yuan for each bicycle. If Brother Wang introduces someone to buy a bicycle, I'll give you one yuan."
Wang Dajun was tempted. A bicycle cost 100 yuan, and he thought she didn't have much money, so instead of charging her five yuan, he might as well take a bicycle.
Wang Dajun had long wanted to buy a new bicycle. His bicycle had all the noises except the bell: "Tang!"
"Words are not enough. I'll write an agreement. If you have no objection, just sign your name." Yang Zhaozhao wrote quickly. Wang Dajun took a look, confirmed that there was no problem, and signed his name.
"I don't have a bicycle now, I'll bring it to you tomorrow." There was plenty of space. Yang Zhaozhao knew that Wang Dajun had looked at the place where she hid the bicycle, and knew that there was no bicycle under the thatch.
If she takes it out now, wouldn't she be exposing herself?
Yang Zhaozhao is not stupid, he must keep it secret.
Wang Dajun nodded. "I'll promote it for you. Many of my friends want to buy it. How many do you have?"
"We'll know tomorrow. I don't know now because I don't control the supply of goods." Yang Zhaozhao won't reveal his true colors so quickly.
Wang Dajun also knew that the little girl was wary of him, so he didn't ask much and just told her to come early tomorrow.
Yang Zhaozhao nodded, and after walking away, she took out her bicycle and rode it to other black markets to sell goods. She found that the demand for bicycles was really great.
She was cautious and said to those who wanted one: "There are brand new Forever bicycles under Chang'an Bridge. They are 100 yuan each and do not require industrial tickets. If you want to buy one, please come by at 1:00 am tomorrow morning."
Everyone's eyes widened when they heard this.
Yang Zhaozhao nodded affirmatively: "If it's too late, it will be gone."
Everyone was anxious.
After a while, they wondered, "How did she know I wanted to buy a bicycle?" Then they consoled themselves, "Who doesn't want to buy a bicycle these days?"
When it comes to wedding gifts, a bicycle is the first choice.
Yang Zhaozhao would ask anyone she saw who had needs, and she quickly attracted a lot of customers. At the end of the day, she counted and found that she had at least 300 customers, if not 500.
Three hundred bicycles are not a small number and it is impossible to hide them under the bridge.
When Yang Zhaozhao was riding his bike near Chang'an Bridge, he saw a dilapidated courtyard with a locked door. Through the crack in the door, he could see weeds growing inside, and it was obvious that no one lived there.
Yang Zhaozhao was watching intently when someone patted him on the shoulder.
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