Because they witnessed this scene, the brother and sister had no love for this city except for money.
The legality of the "dumping" business is difficult to define. As long as we are not investigated or robbed, it seems that we should be happy.
Those whose property was inexplicably searched and confiscated could only accept their bad luck, and their affairs were drowned out in the city.
I heard that this job is dangerous, but you can make money, and the thing that is most in demand in this world is people.
Suddenly, groups of people who believed they would have good luck came one after another on the train;
As for those who were drowned and could never get back on their feet because of their open and covert robbery, they suffered so much that people didn't even have time to sigh.
For everyone who comes here, time is money. No one wants to waste their hard-earned money on accommodation. Everyone is busy.
If you have never paid attention to it, there is no question of forgetting it.
Time has not recorded these gray bits and pieces.
…
Bi Yue asked, "There has to be a reason for the search, right? Even if they're a powerful department, they have to come up with a plausible explanation. How can this be called a raid?!"
Xu Haoqiang shook his head helplessly and sighed, "No reason is needed. You just reported the crime, but you couldn't explain who was conducting the search. You couldn't speak the language, and you couldn't even describe their appearance. I guess they just knew it in their hearts."
"Uncle Xu, is it always like this?"
"You'll find out when I take you to the hotel tonight. That place was hit by a large-scale raid a few years ago. Many people didn't even have time to exchange their money. The firefighters, traffic police, and anyone with a wide-brimmed hat went in, fully armed. Most of the people in that shabby little building were gone. It was all for nothing! Some of them borrowed money to buy goods, but I haven't seen them since."
Bi Cheng asked rhetorically, as if talking to himself:
"That means we have to guard against several groups. It's really difficult."
…
Not wanting to do anything else, nor deliberately raising the price, Bi Yue and Xu Haoqiang spoke their minds:
"We only have about twenty pieces. After we finish the wholesale, we'll leave and catch the midnight bus back to Northeast China... Uncle, we won't stay overnight. You'll be alone..."
Xu Haoqiang was stunned: "Hurry up! We have to hurry!" He whispered close to Bi Yue's ear: "Change the money first."
The three of them didn't have time to sell the goods, so Bi Cheng simply helped Xu Haoqiang carry the goods, which was not too much of a burden.
The brother and sister followed Xu Haoqiang straight to the place where they could exchange dollars.
You can't carry rubles on your back, otherwise they will be confiscated if you don't explain them. When I arrived in Moscow, I finally understood why the ruble was called a time bomb.
…
The money couldn't warm Bi Yue and Bi Cheng's hearts.
That's US dollars, which translates to several thousand yuan!
Before, Uncle Xu told the story in plain language, and no one thought much of it. No one lost money in their carriage, so they were always on guard. But when they didn't see anything, they gradually relaxed.
But the reality is happening right before our eyes. The scene where all the money is confiscated in just five or eight minutes appears before our eyes. All the hard work along the way is in vain, and not even the capital is left. It is too intuitive and touching.
It’s still unclear who this money is earned for!
The brother and sister are now ******** returning to the country as soon as possible and going home. They don’t want to stay here for a moment!
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In the 1980s, the Ismailo market had not yet grown in scale, and Bi Yue thought it was no different from "Baigou", where she bought her goods.
Apart from the fact that there are more people doing wholesale business and the space is larger, there is not even a place to shelter from the wind and rain. It is very similar to the environment of stalls in night markets in later generations.
Bi Yue was chatting clumsily with an old lady from Su Guo who was holding a clay basket, meaning, "You want them all? I'll give you a discount."
The two of them were acting like pantomime, and they were very devoted to their performance, but Bi Cheng had no intention of helping.
He hadn't slept much in the past few days, but now he was full of energy because he was looking after the bags for Uncle Xu. They had already arrived at the market, where were the people?! This was all money!
When Bi Yue waved goodbye to Aunt Su Guo as if to chase someone away, thinking that she had finally sold everything and could go home without any worries, Xu Haoqiang appeared in front of the brother and sister, panting.
Bi Yue was about to pick up the kettle when she paused.
A simple and honest middle-aged man, a freeloader from Northeast China, had ten loaves of black bread and two bottles of kvass in his hands.
Bi Yue's throat was extremely dry, but Uncle Xu smiled and stuffed it into the empty plastic bag:
"I'm not in a hurry. My nephews and nieces, go home tonight! Go back home, hurry back. I mean what I said, don't I? I didn't eat your cucumbers and pancakes in vain, did I?"
Bi Yue lowered her head and looked at the plastic sandals: "Yeah."
Bi Cheng pointed his finger at Xu Haoqiang's pocket. Uncle Xu waved his hand and smiled, looking mysterious again. This time he moved closer to Bi Cheng, his mouth still smelling of bad breath and cigarette smoke, and whispered:
"I have to bring some of their stuff back to our place. Try some kvass, fermented bread! Damn it, this place, most of the counters are empty, everyone's hiding under the counters, there's a long line for everything, and they limit the amount you can buy! There's nothing lively to see, not even as good as our sorghum fields in Northeast China! Right, niece?"
"Yes." Bi Yue still lowered her head.
The uncle could tell the two kids were sad, but he was used to it. He patted Bi Cheng's shoulder, looked at Bi Yue, and teased them:
"Let me tell you, a few years ago, my brother Fei and I wanted to eat fish, so we bought it at a high price. We had plenty of money, so we just threw it away. We just couldn't get used to it and wanted to cook it ourselves. Oh, you can't do it without learning bird language. You can learn to crow like a chicken if you buy one, but how can you make fish crow? As the younger brother, I had to shake my head and tail and learn to swim like a fish!"
Xu Haoqiang, the short Uncle Xu, continued his teasing. He had already bent down and opened his bag with Bi Cheng, which indicated that he was about to get busy displaying the goods and prepare to start selling them.
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