Portable Museum

Chapter 10 BJ Stubborn Master Lin Sanye

"Who are you?" The scarred youth's face became very ugly.

Dare to draw a gun, naturally not an ordinary person, but Zhang Junping's performance is not like Lei Zi.

Leizi is a slang term for the police.

"Katorev-style pistols, called May-one pistols in our country, are loaded with eight rounds.

There are thirteen of you, do you want to try? "Zhang Junping continued to tease the scarred youth.

In addition to being a buyer, Zhang Junping is also the backbone of the militia, because he is mainly in charge of the business in the northeast. Xu Shaomin specially obtained a gun license for him for his safety.

"This little brother, the subordinates are ignorant, so offended." This is a middle-aged man in his thirties who came out from the crowd.

"You are the third master?"

"Don't dare, dare not! They are all flattered by the Taoist priests!

Just call me Lin San! Lin San politely cupped his hands and cupped his fists.

"Third Master is really arrogant. It's really not easy to meet you. If you pass five levels, you will kill six generals!" Zhang Junping said with a light smile.

"It's all a misunderstanding!

I don't know if you are looking for me, what advice do you have? "Lin San was very polite, mainly because he was not sure of Zhang Junping's way.

Those who dare to shoot in BJ's territory are either stunned, or have a big background or are simply officials.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Junping looks stunned.

Therefore, Lin San, who was uncertain about Zhang Junping's footsteps, was very polite to Zhang Junping.

A stubborn master like Lin San is usually very arrogant, but he can be divided into whoever he is.

The kind of stubborn master who always treats everyone like my second child will not live long.

"Looking for you to discuss a business, but your people don't seem to welcome me."

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Your side please!" Lin San extended his hand to invite politely.

It turned out that Lin San's old den was in this alley.

Zhang Junping put away his pistol and followed Lin San into a courtyard.

The courtyard looks deserted from the outside, but there is something hidden inside.

It was well cleaned up by Lin San, and the furniture and furnishings in the room were all available.

There is an Eight Immortals table in the main room, with two Taishi chairs on both sides.

There are four armchairs on each side against the wall, and there is a small coffee table between the two armchairs.

After entering the room, he let Zhang Junping sit on the grand teacher's chair, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"My surname is Zhang!" Zhang Junping sat on the teacher's chair and said a surname carelessly.

That attitude, as if telling the other party a surname is already a great gift.

"It turned out to be Master Zhang!

I don't know what business Mr. Zhang is talking about? "Lin San said while handing Zhang Junping a cigarette.

"Oh! That's good! The third master's way is quite wild, and he can even get the special cigarettes for smoking in Haizi." Zhang Junping took the cigarettes, glanced at them, and joked with a smile.

"Don't dare, don't dare! This is a pack of cigarettes from my elder brother, holding it as a front.

If Master Zhang hadn’t come here today, I wouldn’t be willing to take it out. " Lin San slightly said modestly.

Lin San took out the special cigarettes to test Zhang Junping's heels. After all, ordinary people have never even seen the special cigarettes.

If Zhang Junping doesn't recognize that this is Haizili's special cigarette, then don't leave today.

Caishikou has never been short of unjust souls.

The other is to tell Zhang Junping that I am not a rootless person, and my backer lives in Haizi, so I ask you if you are afraid.

Zhang Junping's performance made Lin San even more afraid to treat him slowly.

"Two businesses, one is going to collect tickets. Your brother has already taken the money, so just exchange that amount for national food stamps for me!"

"No problem! This is for you!" Lin San said, winking at his subordinates, and someone immediately went to prepare food stamps.

"Another one, I have a batch of fungus and hazel mushrooms in my hand, as well as some dried pheasant, hare, bacon and so on.

I went around just now, and there are fungus sellers in the market, the cheapest one is [-] cents a catty.

I'll give you fifteen cents a catty here, dried pheasant and hares cost one yuan each, and bacon eight cents a catty.

I have about [-] catties of fungus and [-] catties of hazel mushrooms, hundreds of dried pheasants and hares, and [-] to [-] catties of bacon. I wonder if you can eat them? "

"Can I have a look at the goods first?"

"This is a sample, all of this quality!" Zhang Junping took out a handful of fungus and a handful of hazel mushrooms from his satchel and put them on the table.

"Monkey, your hometown is in the Northeast, go and see how Master Zhang's things are." Lin San said to a long-faced young man beside him.

The long-faced young man stepped forward, took a look at the fungus and hazel mushroom, and nodded at Lin San, "Third Master, they are all good products, very authentic."

"How does Master Zhang plan to trade?"

Zhang Junping is a little funny, selling some fungus is actually like selling that.

"Let's go tonight! The trading location, I will tell you in the evening.

After you have inspected the goods, I will come to collect the money tomorrow morning. "Zhang Junping said casually.

The more casual Zhang Junping said, the more Lin San didn't dare to underestimate him.

At this time, Zhang Junping dared to give the goods first and then collect the money, Lin San was more cautious, and before he could find out Zhang Junping's origin, Lin San did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

At this time, a little fat man walked in and handed Lin San an army green satchel.

The army green satchel is absolutely popular in this era.

Whoever wants to carry such a bag when going out, feels no less than carrying an LV bag on the street in later generations.

"Master Zhang, you are in too much of a hurry, and you want food stamps from all over the country, so I really can't get them together for you.

Only 1000 yuan.

Do you need any other tickets? Lin San was a little embarrassed, and smiled at Zhang Junping.

Lin San couldn't even get the 3000 yuan food stamps, which made Lin San feel a little embarrassed.

"I want you to exchange all the payment for the national food stamps!

Forget it, one thousand is one thousand!

The rest will be exchanged for wine and cigarette tickets for me.

If you can get this cigarette, take the top too. "

"Master Zhang, you are joking, this cigarette is only for elder brother to do business, and I will give you a box and a half as a reward.

I don't have the ability to get this cigarette. "

"It's okay, I'll just say it casually, if I can get it, I'll charge [-]% of the market price."

If Lin San could really get Haizili's special cigarettes, let alone a [-]% premium, even Zhang Junping would want double the premium.

This smoke is a pass in certain occasions.

"This...Master Zhang, I can't guarantee it, I can only say try my best." Faced with the temptation, Lin San didn't dare to agree, and only said to try.

Adding [-]% to the market price, the big brother behind me should also be tempted, right?

Because there were too many shortfalls and he didn't know what tickets Zhang Junping needed, Lin San simply took out all his tickets and let Zhang Junping choose.

Zhang Junping picked out all the alcohol and cigarette tickets.

In total, I took more than 100 bottles of Jiannanchun, more than 50 bottles of Wuliangye, more than 30 bottles of Moutai, and [-] bottles of Ruanzhonghua.

He didn't need anything else, so in the end Lin San could only reluctantly return Zhang Junping 500 yuan.

"I have to trouble the third master. I will keep all the alcohol and cigarette tickets in the future." Before leaving, Zhang Junping explained again.

As for the lack of votes, Zhang Junping didn't believe it at all.

In such a big pigeon city, the national food stamps worth 3000 yuan are not enough?
joke.

It was nothing more than Zhang Junping's sudden and powerful appearance. Lin San couldn't follow his heels, so he had some reservations.

……

After leaving the courtyard, Zhang Junping bought an old hen from Pigeon Market, and then rode back home.

It's almost noon, go home and have something to eat, and there are other things in the afternoon.

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(End of this chapter)