The richest man starts from the treasure hunt in the container

Chapter 538 What the hell is this?
There was not much grief on Elder Hassan's face.

"In the past 50 years, I have lost eighteen relatives, most of them when the two superpowers attacked our country.

My heart is numb, and now I don't have time to grieve. I have to convert these materials into the daily necessities of the tribal residents as soon as possible.

After this battle, the strength of our tribe has been greatly reduced, and there must be someone who covets this batch of supplies.If we don't exchange them as soon as possible, I'm afraid these things will not belong to us soon. "

Elder Hassan's words were very plain, but Zhu Yu could hear the turmoil contained in them.

It seems that even if the same race lived on the same land, the relations between these nearby tribes were not all peaceful.

Zhu Yu didn't ask deeply about the matter.

He is just a passerby, even if it is a cooperative relationship, he cannot arrange all the things in the tribe.

After all, this tribe still has to survive and develop under the leadership of Hassan.He will never underestimate the survival wisdom of a local who has survived in such a war-torn place for more than 50 years.

The location of the market is in the southeast of the tribe, that is, towards the border of China. It is about seven or eight kilometers away from the tribe.

After arriving, Zhu Yu really saw the ruins nearby. As Elder Hassan said, this place was indeed a city once, but it was destroyed by the war, but now, obviously, she has gained a new life.

The place is bustling, and the broken walls obviously have not affected the enthusiasm of the people who come here to trade.

The market is not very tidy. You can find a relatively flat place, spread out a piece of cloth, or even the trunk of a pickup truck, and directly put the things you want to sell.

Elder Hassan drove a convoy of four pickup trucks.

If it weren't for the fact that there were only these four old pickup trucks in the tribe, he might have driven a few more.

The car was loaded with not only the equipment pulled from the cave this time, but even the wreckage of the Baojiao Predator drone.

According to Elder Hassan, it wasn't just the nearby tribal residents who came to the market to trade.

Some military brokers will be here to pick up the leaks too, and he believes the wreckage of the Predator drone will be of interest to some.

Hu Guanghui followed, and he whispered to Zhu Yu that there were only three pickup trucks in the village.

The fourth car was traded to Hassan by him. At that time, Hassan and him traded a large piece of lapis lazuli rough stone. Hu Guanghui sold that stone for 10,000+, and then handed it over to the school teacher as a year-end bonus.

And that pickup truck was bought by Hu Guanghui at the second-hand car market in KS for [-] yuan.

It's a huge profit, but both parties are very happy.

This is also called win-win.

Hassan and his convoy stopped in a relatively spacious place.

It's a bit far from where everyone set up a stall, but after Hassan got off the car, he explained:
"It's okay, there will be many people coming later. We set up a stall here, and we will attract many people to come over - don't you Huaxia have an old saying? You are not afraid of ordering good wine in a deep alley!

Same here!As long as there are good things, those who like these things will come here no matter how far away they are! "

It could be seen that Hassan was very confident in what he brought out this time.

Sure enough, when Hassan got out of the car and laid out his things, people immediately surrounded him.

"Old Hassan, I heard that you recently made a big deal and made a lot of money!"

"That's right, old Hassan, you are not authentic! Our two tribes were originally separated from each other. Do you have to express it?"

"Old Hassan, we are old friends. I'm not as shameless as some people who want to ask for your things for nothing, but I plan to buy some later. Do you think it's cheaper for me?"

……

The crowd ran on Hassan with a few words, obviously jealous that he had eaten alone and wanted to get a share of the pie.

Hassan was squeezed by so many people, but he didn't feel the slightest embarrassment. He said with a smile:

"What's the matter? Seeing that our tribe has made a small fortune, all of you are jealous?

Old Bagger, in the spring, our tribe was short of food, so I wanted to borrow some from you and pay interest, what did you say?

Haimu Butch, last year our tribe ran out of machinery during the autumn harvest, and wanted to borrow your machinery for use. Your answer was to pay three times the rent, and not even a little bit of damage! "

Just a few words made the faces of the two nearly 60-year-olds turn red.

Hassan ignored them, and continued pointing to a strong man in the crowd and said:
"And you, little Bagger, people from your tribe and our tribe found a camp left by Laomei at the same time years ago. There are few people in our tribe, but did they discover things at the same time?

How did you do it?Just injured my people and threw them back... I didn't bother you because of your dead Dada, you still have the face to ask me to sell you cheap? "

……

Zhu Yu thought it was quite amusing to watch Hassan's tongue-in-cheek battle.

It turns out that it's not easy for everyone, and it's normal to have fights with each other.It's not hurtful, it's over when it's over, but if you want to take advantage of your old friendship, Hassan will definitely not be able to bear it.

Another thin old man with triangular eyes saw that everyone was silent, so he stood up and said in a somewhat arrogant tone:
"Old Hassan, what you are talking about is old! The current situation is that you have brought so many things. If you don't deal with them cheaply, no one will be able to eat these things!
You don't want to go back until you sell out, do you? "

"That's right, if we don't buy it, you won't be able to sell these things!" Someone echoed.

"Old Hassan, the few of us account for 60.00% of this market! If we don't buy it, you can't sell it..."

"Threat me?" Old Hassan said with a sneer, "Ferim, you, a hyena who picks up leftovers after a lion, is worthy of threatening me? Let me tell you, the things in our tribe today are not I sold it to you—even if I take it all back, I won’t sell it!”

After finishing speaking, he ignored these people, pulled out a charged loudspeaker from the car, and shouted:
"Let's take a look! Brand new rifles, brand new old gourmet food bags, and complete tool sets, all of which are just like the ones just pulled out of the factory, and they are sold at a low price! Come and see, it will be gone before it's too late!

Everyone, come and see..."

The sudden sound of the horn directly attracted the attention of other people in the market.

Hearing Hassan's shout, many people quickly ran towards Hassan's pickup truck.

They immediately pushed aside the few people who were not buying but were nagging.

In the face of survival, these people are nothing!
Once the market is gone, who cares?

Hassan glanced proudly at those crowded and embarrassed people, raised the horn again and shouted loudly:

"Don't grab! Anyone who dares to grab me will shoot! Line up, look at the sign, and line up in front of the sign if you want anything! There is a price on the sign, no bargaining!"

The mountain people who came together from the tribe had already set up signs, which marked the prices of various things in the local language.

Of course, it is also possible to barter. Usually, what is exchanged is local products such as grains and raw gemstones.

Someone brought black smoke and was driven out by the people brought by Hassan:

"We don't accept this harmful thing!"

The most popular are weapons, food and tools.Seeing these things being bought or exchanged one by one, the few people who were still threatening Hassan before became anxious. They immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and quickly joined the rushing crowd, hoping to be able to get everything in the end. Before, change some necessities.

Seeing that old Hassan's business was booming here, Zhu Yu smiled, and Ran Jie, who was also wearing a turban, left here and went shopping in the market.

Sure enough, as old Hassan said, there are many things here, all kinds of strange things.

Someone directly spread a piece of cloth on the ground and put two old Aka rifles on it, which was considered a stall.

Some people don't even have a rifle, just put a few magazines on a piece of old felt, and put two grenades, which is also a mess.

Others put a stack of cakes on the stall, with half a bag of grain on the side.

There are also those who bring a few sheep to sell.

Those who set up stalls here to sell things basically don't shout too much, just waiting to see if anyone comes to buy their things.

It's really the only one who sells with a big horn like old Hassan, no wonder it attracts so many people.

The further you go in, the more strange things you see.

Zhu Yu even saw a fat man in a stall, wrapped in a turban and a face scarf, and beside him sat a row of five or six girls aged between twelve and thirteen to eighteen or nineteen.

The girls also wore headscarves, their eyes were either confused, or ashamed, or timid, or curious.

There is nothing in front of them.

After Zhu Yu thought about it for a while, he realized that the fat man was most likely to sell these girls.

Can such a business be done here?
Seeing Zhu Yu stamping his feet, the fat man hastily stood up and greeted him enthusiastically.

But he was immediately stopped by Zach from the tribe that Hassan sent to Zhu Yu and the others as an interpreter. Zac held a gun in his hand and said a series of words in his mouth. Yes, turned around and sat down again.

He was still a little unwilling, and after sitting down, he winked at Zhu Yu and the others vigorously.

After walking a few steps, Zach explained:
"This fat man's name is Vitor, and Laomei was in the pimp business before he came here.

Everyone looks down on him!Most of the people he brought in were homeless girls whose family members were killed by the Americans during the war.

Regardless of their young age, many of them have been in the flesh and blood business for several years.

I'm sick! "

Zhu Yu shook his head and continued walking inside.

He originally thought that Zach was because the doctrine did not allow it, but he didn't expect that Zach was afraid that he would get sick.

One stall caught his attention.The things sold in the stall seemed familiar to Zhu Yu: plastic toy cars with packing boxes, toy pistols, and plush toys in the shape of various animals.

This thing often appears in some domestic night markets!

I didn't expect someone to do business here!
Even though there are quite a lot of people shopping around this stall.

It's just that Zhu Yu could tell at a glance that these things were of poor quality and the workmanship was rough.For example, in that plush toy, some of the threads are not cut off, and the threads are easy to come off after a little squeeze, exposing the stuffing inside.

And those plastic toys combined with cloth are very hard and sticky, and the plastic materials are also inferior, and they will be broken with a little bit of force.

But for families who don't have a lot of toys to lull the little ones at home, these things are still very attractive.

Those who have some spare money want to have a look and buy one or two for their children.

"The stall owner said that these things are made in China, and they are high-end toys." Zac translated, "Many people want to buy them."

In this way, Zhu Yu remembered that in the early 90s of the last century, many people shipped a large number of low-quality clothing and light industrial products from China to the Northeast.

Crudely made things were very popular at the beginning, after all, the light industry on Lao Maozi's side was poorly developed.

It was only because of the quality that it directly affected the reputation of the entire Huaxia products, so that for a long time afterwards, Huaxia products were synonymous with inferior products.

"These things are all shoddy," Zhu Yu told Zach, "it's easy to break. In our case, if these things are found, they will be confiscated and destroyed.

Even if it is for sale, it is very cheap. The combined value of all the things on these stalls may not be able to exchange for a rifle! "

"Is it so cheap?" Zach couldn't believe his ears, "The price he sold was three pieces, which is equivalent to a rifle!"

"Even if you add the shipping fee, it's impossible to be so expensive." Zhu Yu didn't take the tax into account, and it was absolutely impossible for these things to be brought in through customs normally.

Although he knew the price of these things, Zach didn't step forward to reprimand the boss.

This thing belongs to the seller's market, and those who are willing to fight are willing to suffer, and others will definitely not be able to interfere.

After traveling more than half of the market, Zhu Xin finally found what she wanted.

In the northeast corner of the market, there was an old man who wrapped himself up so tightly that only his eyes were exposed, and set up a stall.

On the stand were several small clay figurines, two clay tablets with writing, a roll of parchment, and a small pile of copper coins.

It was very deserted in front of the stall, and no one asked the price.

Zhu Yu walked over, squatted down, and asked:

"How much are these things?"

He could see that the most recent of these things was 300 years old—the roll of parchment.

Zach hurriedly translated.

"One bag of grain for each type." The old man gestured at the price.

"You're crazy, how could it be worth so much?" Zach translated for Zhu Yu and before Zhu Yu could answer, he turned his head and scolded the old man, "All of these are worth less than a bag of grain!"

"He is a foreigner, and he knows the price of these things!" The old man said stubbornly, "If these things are taken abroad, they can be sold for a lot of money!"

"It's impossible!" Zac didn't want the VIPs of his tribe to be slaughtered by others. He retorted:
"If you find any ruins in the mountains, you may find a lot of these things! These things are worthless at all!"

The old man glared at Zach angrily. He felt that Zach was eating something from the inside out.

However, he found Zach looking at him without guilt.

Obviously, with Zach's current cognition, he really doesn't know the hidden value of these things.

"Then exchange everything for a bag of grain, this is the lowest price!" The old man said dejectedly.

Zach translated the old man's words to Zhu Yu, and said:

"Actually, you don't have to change them at all. If you have time, I can find you a lot of these things."

"Let's change it." Zhu Yu said, "Take it as a charity."

He could see that the old man was severely malnourished.

If you can't change things this time, I'm afraid you won't live long.

And this old man is not someone who hasn't been to school for a few days like Zach.

Zhu Yu guessed that this person was either a scholar before the war, or a researcher or keeper of a certain temple or historic site.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to say such a thing.

Zac turned his head and gestured at a tribesman who was protecting Zhu Yu and the others with a gun. The man immediately turned his head and ran to the pickup truck, and then came back with a bag of food.

The old man looked at the bag of grain, and then at the things in his booth, feeling a little bit reluctant, but finally he waved his hand and changed it.

It's just that the bag of grain weighed at least [-] to [-] kilograms, and the old man couldn't take it away.

Looking at the unkind eyes of those around him, Zhu Yu said to Zach:
"Send two people to help him send the food back."

The old man didn't refuse, he stood up and looked at Zhu Yu, then at the things on the stall, and finally left here staggeringly.

Zach tidied up the things on the stall and wrapped them in cloth, and Ran Jie took them over.

He knew that since the boss made a move, the value of these things would definitely not be low.

After walking around the whole market, Zhu Yu saw a few more stalls that surprised him.

For example, there is a stall that sells powerful weapons.

Individual missiles, heavy machine guns, mortars and more.

Although the business is not very prosperous, there are still a lot of onlookers.

Looking at those brand-new weapons, it is enough to guess that the other party, like Hassan and the others, has also found a hidden old beauty's arsenal.

There was also a stall full of all kinds of rough gemstones. Zhu Yu opened his eyes and looked over, and found that some were real and some were fake.

Amidst the boss's awkward laughter, he picked out all the real ones and bought them.

If these things are taken out, the price in the international market can increase by three to five times.

But it's really not worth the money here.

Of course, such days may become less and less in the future.After all, this place is already peaceful, and there must be more and more people coming here to pan for gold. The prices of these things that can preserve their value will naturally rise.

When Zhu Yu turned back to Hassan's pickup truck, he found that the things Hassan brought were almost sold out.

The two tribesmen who brought the old man's food back have not yet returned.

After asking about the situation, Hassan waved his hand and said, "Let's go back, they will find the tribe by themselves."

So several pickup trucks left the market and headed for the tribe.

(End of this chapter)