Back To Eighty

"I'm not sure." Lu Huai'an pointed his finger on the table slowly, he lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment: "I was just thinking, what are they going to do with the tickets."

Ready-to-wear requires human and material transportation and fabric costs, which are visible to the naked eye, so ready-to-wear is expensive.

In contrast, the price of fabrics is much cheaper. There are cheap ready-to-wear garments. Why do they need to collect cloth tickets?

Or a high price?

Uncle Qian pondered for a while, and hesitated: "You said... Could it be Fatty's group of people who want to use this method to find the cloth tickets you got, and then find us?"

This idea is a bit interesting.

Lu Huai'an couldn't help laughing and shook his head: "They're not so capable yet."

On the contrary, if they were so powerful, they should have been caught at the station.

Lu Huai'an thought for a while, then lit a cigarette: "I think, they should know some news related to cloth tickets. Here along the coast, news comes faster than us."

The more mixed the place, the wider the source of information.

Although not necessarily accurate, it is better than occlusion.

Uncle Qian's expression changed: "How about I go out and find out?"

"No." Lu Huai'an smiled: "It's too messy here, and it's actually quite clear: they didn't want to issue tickets before, but now they suddenly want it, it means they're in urgent need of tickets, and it's not a short term."

Er, Uncle Qian was a little confused: "What does this mean?"

Lu Huai'an took a breath and raised his eyebrows: "It means we have to be one step ahead."

They are still collecting tickets, and they are collecting them in large quantities.

Then they probably haven't gone to buy fabrics yet. Lu Huai'an glanced at Sun Hua: "Uncle Qian, take Sun Hua with you and bring back the cloth ticket. I'll give you another five hundred yuan, and you can collect it all along the way. How much fabric you have, how much fabric you have.”

"...Okay." Uncle Qian thought for a while: "What is the money used for?"

"Change cloth tickets, you can change them." Lu Huai'an's eyes were calm, and he flicked the ashes: "They eat meat, we drink soup, this is very reasonable."

Uncle Qian nodded, and immediately asked Sun Hua to pack his things. Thinking of Guoguo, he stopped again: "Then you?"

"Brother Mao and I went to the black market, Guoguo stayed, and these ready-to-wear clothes that I bought today will also be kept. I will be useful then, and I need to buy some novelties."

He said this, Uncle Qian got up with a bang.

After the matter was finalized, Lu Huai'an took care of the money, gave 500 yuan to Uncle Qian, and gave him all the cloth tickets.

"After you receive the cloth, you don't have to rush back. You can set foot in Uryang first and collect as much cloth as you can in the surrounding counties. We will go there to meet you after we have finished collecting the things."

Urara is a small place, the hotel is cheap, and he has dealt with the boss, that person is quite reliable.

This was a big gamble, and the gamble was on Lu Huai'an's vision.

Uncle Qian pinched the cigarette and nodded sharply: "Okay, I'll go now!"

Neither of them belong to a mother-in-law, and it should not be too late for this matter.

After lunch, they split up.

With Shen Maoshi and Guoguo, Lu Huaian plunged into the large and small black markets in Dingzhou.

Their combination is really very confusing.

Who would bring a baby to the black market for resellers?

That is, it is for family use, and I am a local, so I brought a little doll and took a look at it when I passed by.

So, Lu Huai'an started chatting about Dafa.

"I live near here, don't bluff me, it's a bit expensive, and less thiocyanate!"

"Dude, you told me this price earlier. If you were cheaper, I would buy it from you."

"That's right, the first daughter-in-law in the family wants a watch, eh? You are good, come here, see if you like this piece, like it, if you like it, the boss is cheaper!"

These days, outsiders rely on robbing to buy things, and in the black market, the tone is also high, and they all give a price.

Lu Huai'an's bizarre bargaining method made many stall owners a little confused, especially his natural expression, as if this was the most normal thing, but it made them feel a little abrupt by making a fuss.

Before I knew it, the price came down.

After sweeping every place, put everything in Shen Maoshi's bag.

Later, there were too many, and Guoguo was held by Lu Huaian, and Shen Maoshi specially carried the goods.

When he came to a place, Lu Huai'an couldn't move.

It was an ordinary middle-aged man, and he was not surrounded by people like other booths.

He sat quietly smoking a cigarette, packing his things in four and a half-person-high bamboo frames, his eyes searching the crowd.

When someone stopped in front of him, he would lift the lid and let people take a look.

Someone asked the price, but in the end he shook his head and left.

Lu Huai'an narrowed his eyes and handed Guoguo to Shen Maoshi: "Brother Mao, wait for me here."

He went over alone and met the stall owner: "Brother."

The stall owner still looked indifferent and opened the lid to show him.

It's all good stuff.

Two nine-inch black and white televisions, a sewing machine and a radio.

Lu Huai'an made the calculations secretly, his eyes stopped for two seconds on the TV, and he turned to the sewing machine: "It's all new?"

"No." The man was also quite frank, leaned over and said in a low voice that it was purchased from a special channel, the TV was new, but the sewing machine was not.

The TV set is a little expensive, but the price of the sewing machine is really reasonable.

Lu Huai'an snorted, and his eyes stayed on the sewing machine for two more seconds.

"My brother likes this? Is it for my daughter-in-law?" The stall owner's eyes are so sharp, UU reads www. uukanshu.com stared at him and smiled: "After all, people like new ones, but they don't like others' used ones. You have to ask for it sincerely, and I will give you less."

A sewing machine costs at least 170 yuan outside, but he only needs 100 yuan.

Lu Huai'an didn't make a statement, only laughed: "Can you be less?"

"Well..." Seeing him turn his eyes to the TV again, the man couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

He mainly wants to sell sewing machines. After all, TV sets are new, so they are easy to sell.

After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand: "I'll give you another ten yuan."

Now there is a new factory in Dingzhou, and the sewing machine is innovating. Although this machine is not bad at the moment, it has been used after all.

"Brother, I don't hide it from you. This pointer was broken and was replaced in the factory, but it is still fine to use at home."

Lu Huai'an moved and looked up at him: "Ah, it was replaced in the factory?"

"That's not true."

Pretending to be hesitant, Lu Huai'an chatted with him for a while, knowing that this sewing machine was eliminated in the factory, and there would be two or three such machines every month.

Without asking him what channel, Lu Huaian pondered.

A 12-inch black-and-white TV is 440 yuan a set in shopping malls, and it must be supplied by ticket.

A nine-inch black-and-white TV set is 350 yuan, and the owner of this stall is asking for 370 yuan, and no ticket is required.

More expensive than shopping malls.

This is also the reason why the previous few asked about the price and didn't ask for it.

Lu Huai'an didn't think about it for too long and decided to take it all.

After he took five hundred to Uncle Qian, he added the money from Fatty and the others to him. After buying the little things in front of him, he would be able to eat them.

Hearing that he wanted all of them, the stall owner was startled.