A Siheyuan Home Brings Good Fortune

Chapter 95 Black Market (I)

In this situation, don’t you usually eat at other people’s homes?
The ration is limited, and if you eat it, you might leave others hungry.

After dinner, I went home, played with the kids, and went to bed early.

He Yukai plans to go to the black market tonight.

To be honest, I am still very curious about the black market. He Yukai traded the materials in the space with the old men and young men several times, of course in disguise.

At this time, the old people and young men with wealthy family backgrounds were no longer simple characters.

Prodigal son, he has nothing left after so many years.

Those old people have a lot of good things in their hands.

There is no shortage of money, but there is a shortage of food.

He Yukai used grain and meat to exchange for things, which was very suitable and was exactly what the old people wanted.

I woke up at around three in the morning, got up quickly, got dressed and went out. The yard was quiet.

He Yukai took a running start from the corner, jumped out of the courtyard and headed for the nearest black market.

At this point, the streets were almost deserted.

Even if there are people around, they won't speak.

Even those he knew would pretend not to know him. Not far from the entrance of the black market, He Yukai took out a wig and fake beard he had made himself to create a simple disguise.

Today we came to the Deshengmen black market. There is also a black market at Zhengyangmen. There are more people I know there, so it is not safe.

The entrance to the black market was guarded.

Seeing that He Yukai didn't bring anything, he let him in and didn't care about the obvious disguise at all.

People who come to the black market will disguise themselves to some extent. If they are unlucky enough to be caught, they will inevitably be accused of speculation.

Those with less serious offenses will be arrested and sent to study for a few days.

In serious cases, eating peanuts is also possible.

This is the result of the higher-ups turning a blind eye. The organizers of Pigeon City are playing too big and they will definitely be banned.

For example, reselling guns or bulk goods is not allowed.

The role of the black market is to adjust supplies on a small scale so that people who have money but no food will not starve to death.

It's not that we have to store some food, but the family doesn't have enough money to see the patient.

It can be said that this is a product of the times, and existence is reasonable.

The severity of the situation depends mainly on the size of your transaction and the nature of the trading materials.

Looking at the dazzling array of exchange items, He Yukai was amazed.

Bottles and jars and the like were probably antiques, but He Yukai had no knowledge of antiques.

Although no one at that time would forge things, there were many imitations of good things during the Republic of China.

There were many imitations during the Republic of China period, but they are not worth much.

"Brother, what tickets do you have?"

He Yukai came to a vendor who was very well disguised, and looked at the man squatting on the ground with a sign in front of him that said various buying and selling receipts.

"What tickets do you want?"

The vendor looked at the man in front of him. Although he was young, he had a certain authority and the clothes he wore were not old. So he asked cautiously.

The vendors here are all shrewd people, and they are very good at observing people's words and expressions.

This is not surprising. After all, black market transactions are still illegal, and many people are also worried about sting enforcement.

Such situations are rare, but not non-existent.

Life is hard these days, and many people from law enforcement agencies will come here to exchange for daily necessities.

It is not that there are no such cases, of course, they are serious transactions.

"Do you have a meat ticket?"

The vendor looked at the man in front of him and asked this without thinking much, thinking that he must be here for the good stuff. If he was asking about coarse grains, he would definitely get up and run away.

Never underestimate anyone, because underestimating others will only lead to great losses.

“There are meat tickets, but the price is a bit high”

Are you kidding? What do I do? I specialize in dealing tickets on the black market.

You are asking about coarse grain coupons. How can you say that you disrespect my vision?
Not to mention meat tickets, as long as you can afford the money, I can get you any tickets.

"Okay, I'll take all your meat tickets. Do you have any wine tickets?"

He Yukai looked at the cautious ticket scalper in front of him and found it very funny.

Is it necessary to be so nervous? In fact, it is not the ticket scalpers who are nervous, but it is better to be cautious in this line of work.

"I have more than 20 kilograms of meat coupons here. Do you want them all? Okay, I'll give them all to you for 50 yuan."

After saying that, the ticket scalper stared at He Yukai, wanting to see if this person really wanted a ticket or not?
He Yukai heard this and took out five Great Unity tickets and gave them to the ticket scalper without caring at all.

The ticket scalper was muttering in his heart, wondering where this greenhorn came from. If he just gave him money like that, he would definitely be targeted.

Who cares? They give the money, I provide the ticket and the transaction is completed. The rest is not my business to worry about, right?

She took out the ticket and gave it to He Yukai and left. I guess she went to change her makeup.

People who have been in this black market for a long time will often change their clothes to avoid being recognized.

He Yukai thought about the tickets that the ticket scalper had just taken out. There really were all kinds of tickets, so varied and dazzling.

You still need to save some meat coupons. If something happens at home in the future, you can't always take them out from the space, right?
The space is a secret, and He Yukai plans to take it to the grave. If it is revealed, there will be no good consequences.

He Yukai was about to leave with the meat ticket when he suddenly remembered that his tiger bone wine had not yet been put on the agenda.

I want to buy some Moutai to make wine. High-end medicinal materials need to be soaked in high-end liquor.

Unfortunately, when I turned around to look for him, the ticket scalper was no longer there.

I continued strolling around and saw another ticket scalper in front of me, so I went over to ask.

"Brother, do you have any Maotai tickets?"

"No, sir, if you want Xifeng, I still have some."

"Hey, how many are there? I want them all."

"Five dollars a pound. If you want it, I have twelve in my hand. Cash is required."

"That's no problem, it must be cash."

"Please wait"

After saying this, the ticket scalper turned around and disappeared from He Yukai’s sight.

Judging from his accent, Hu should be the bondservant of that old man.

I have to admire these servants, they are still loyal to this day.

The Qing Dynasty has been gone for so many years, but they are still loyal.

However, these coatings are passed down from generation to generation.

In other words, our ancestors have been slaves to others for generations.

Not long after, the ticket scalper came back with the tickets.

He Yukai checked carefully and found that it was the wine ticket for Xifeng Liquor.

Six big black tens, deal done.

As long as you have money, you can buy whatever you want here.

There are still coarse grains in the space now, almost ten thousand kilograms.

This money was accumulated using the compensation from Yi Zhonghai and his own demobilization fees.

Of course there are also fine grains. Wouldn’t it be better to keep the fine grains for yourself?
The price of coarse grains nowadays is almost one yuan per pound. Can they be sold here?
We sell about 1,000 kilograms in each black market and then withdraw after selling them all. That shouldn’t be a big problem, right?
Now is a special period, and the price difference between coarse grains and fine grains is quite large.

Those who come here to exchange food and ask about coarse grains do so to fill their stomachs, and those who ask about fine grains do so to improve their lives.

People with better conditions want to eat better, but most people’s ultimate goal is to fill their stomachs.

Many people now have problems with food, and the price of food on the black market is really not low.

Now one pound of fine grains can be exchanged for about two pounds of coarse grains.

He Yukai calculated that he still had a lot of food coupons in his hands. The fine grain and food coupons were enough for his family's daily necessities.

There is no use having so many coarse grains in hand. If you don’t buy them now while the price is high, when will you buy them?

If sold at one yuan per pound, that would be more than ten thousand yuan.

I bought the coarse grains for 20 cents, and now I sell them for one dollar. Is there anything wrong with that?

It is very difficult to find coarse grains that cost one dollar nowadays.

He Yukai just saw with his own eyes that a bag of coarse grains was sold out in a short time. Many people left unwillingly without buying any.

Thinking of this, He Yukai turned around and left quickly without stopping.

Nowadays, as long as it is food, there will definitely be a market.

There is no doubt about this. I walked out of the black market and took a few turns without finding anyone following me.

He took out the tattered cotton-padded jacket, hat and scarf that he had prepared from the space.

He dressed himself up and entered the black market carrying a bag of food.

In the black market, you don't have to pay for things you buy.

To sell something, you need to pay 1 cent, which is the protection fee required by the black market organizers.

No matter who you are, no one dares to rob you in the black market.

Don't want to die? Many black markets are run by powerful people.

Who knows the relationship between these forces? No one dares to make a move, let alone the government.

Enter the black market, find an open space, open the bag, and wait for buyers.

The scale was obtained from the black market management. Of course it was not free, the rental fee was one cent.

No one knows each other in this place, and everything is about money.

"Brother, how do you sell this grain?"

It wasn't long before someone came up to ask for the price without me having to shout.

He Yukai didn't say anything, but pointed at the sign, meaning "Look for yourself."

It’s no wonder He Yukai is cautious, everyone’s voice is unique.

If you meet someone you know, there is a big risk of being recognized.

It's better not to let anyone know about this.

"A bit expensive"

The old lady muttered to herself while observing He Yukai, but unfortunately He Yukai didn't even look at her. He looked as if he didn't want to buy anything or not, and thought that those who had food were the bosses.

The aunt couldn't hold back and asked for five kilograms, which was paid five dollars.

The people who were observing behind were no longer waiting, because if they waited any longer it would be gone.

In less than half an hour, He Yukai sold a bag of corn flour.

It weighs exactly 100 kilograms, and He Yukai had packed it a few years ago.

The money was put into the space, and after it went around again and no one was following, he took out a bag.

In this way, more than 500 kilograms of pigeons were sold in the market.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to sell it, it’s that He Yukai is tired and doesn’t want to sell it anymore.

It's almost dawn, and it's time to leave.

Not long after walking, He Yukai keenly felt that someone was following him.

No wonder, with so much food, how could it not be eye-catching.

It seems that it is better to stay away from this black market. If you are discovered, you will be in trouble.

He Yukai walked slowly and suddenly hid himself at the corner.

There were two people following behind. When they saw the person in front of them disappear, they ran over quickly and lost him.

Just at this moment, a person felt something was wrong and turned around to see, well.

They admitted defeat, and with guns pointed at their heads, their minds went blank.

Don't make it so big, okay?

“Brother, calm down, our boss sent us here, and we have no other ideas.

I just want to do business with you, brother, don't get excited.

Brother, this is a life-threatening matter, don't fire it accidentally."

"Yeah, brother, we really don't have any bad intentions, calm down"

“I don’t care what your purpose is, I’m not interested.

Since you dare to follow me, it means you are mentally prepared, right? "

He Yukai's cruel words made one of them kneel down and beg for mercy.

I was just following my big brother's request to follow this guy in front of me and find his address.

Then, there is nothing for me to do.

Besides, I know what my elder brother's situation is.

I won't do anything like cheating other cheaters, I really want to do business.

We will also investigate to see if it has any connection with the police.

Unexpectedly, the person I met was a desperado.

The murderous aura is almost tangible, it's so scary.

"Take out everything you have on you and pay for it yourself"

"what?"

Tracker 1 asked in surprise.

"What the hell are you asking? Take out everything you have on you."

Tracker 2 was so angry looking at his silly companion.

He is so boastful at ordinary times, but when something really happens, he turns into a coward in seconds.

"oh oh"

Tracker 1 reacted and it seemed that he was not going to kill himself!

He took out all the bills, watches and other things in his pocket.

Anyway, these are the bosses, and they were sent to follow us before they could take any action.

Well, the things have been delivered, so who cares? As long as I can keep my life, that’s fine.

He Yukai didn't care about this funny guy's psychological activities and took out a lot of things.

Since you are following me, I will accept it with pleasure.

These things should belong to the boss behind the scenes, it would be a waste not to take them.

He collected his things, knocked the two men unconscious, and left in a cool manner, waving his hand without leaving a speck of dust.

It is true that a horse cannot grow fat without night grass. With such a short time, I got 12 kilograms of fine grain coupons, 20 kilograms of coarse grain coupons, 1 kilogram of Maotai coupons, kilograms of candy coupons, and a watch. Not bad.

It was already bright outside, so I found a secluded place, took out my bike and rode back.

At the entrance of Nanluoguxiang, I ate a bowl of wontons and two big buns, and my stomach finally felt better.

It was warm and comfortable. I packed ten big meat buns and went home.

He Yukai wondered when he would go to the black market next time.

Of course I have to change the location. I definitely can’t go there in such a short time.

There are many black markets, take your turn, there is no rush.

Those coarse grains in the space must be sold. Not only do they take up space, but all of his salary is in Cai Wenqing's hands. He needs money to collect the items.

Transactions with the old and young are also important aspects of capital accumulation. You can't be careless.

The old people definitely don’t want coarse grains.

If He Yukai were to say, those people are just sick.

Even in this era, people are still so poor and particular.

Only Master Niu is the most down-to-earth. The others are all nonsense. They are still acting like bannermen. Who cares about you?

They are barely able to make ends meet, and they brag without thinking. I heard them say that every day is different, with delicious fish and meat for everyone, young and old.

He Yukai really didn't believe it. If he wasn't relying on the yellow croaker to exchange for food, he wouldn't have wanted to deal with it.

After their main crops were gone, how many people lost all their wealth in a short period of time and became beggars?

It’s not that they don’t want to find a job, it’s that they don’t know how to do it.

Even pulling a rickshaw is something that few people can persist in.

The Eight Banners system turned these people into useless people.

(End of this chapter)