With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Under the corpse cremator of the abandoned crematorium of the black market in the southern suburbs, Xue Ming stared at Tao Yunqian with a half-smile but not a smile. It seemed that no matter what era there were, there were smart business geniuses.

I couldn't help but think of an old photo I had seen on the Internet in my previous life. A group photo of three death row inmates before they were shot, with a wooden sign for a speculator on their back.

"Comrade, why are you looking at me like this?" Tao Yunqian was stared at by Xue Ming until his scalp went numb.

"If I remember correctly, reselling clothes is an act of speculation. Aren't you afraid of being shot by the inspection team?" Xue Ming asked.

"You are not afraid, I am too. I have specifically checked the documents issued by the government. Urea bags are not controlled items, and selling clothes made from urea bags is not considered speculation." Tao Yunqian said in a low voice.

Xue Ming couldn't help but laugh again, thinking in his heart that you are so ridiculously stupid. I am not afraid of being shot because I have room to save my life. At the critical moment, I can play with them and make a living person. They can't even think about taking away the stolen goods.

My face now is not Xue Ming's face, but the face of Charlotte, a famous film and television character in the future. Even if I play Charlotte's troubled character, they will not doubt me, Xue Ming.

"Okay comrade, I can agree to wholesale the urea pants to you, but the price is still four yuan a pair." Xue Ming made the conditions directly.

"Okay, I want two hundred pieces to try first, but you can only sell them on the black market in the southern suburbs, and you can't go elsewhere to steal my business." Tao Yunqian gritted his molars and made conditions.

Xue Ming was a little confused after hearing this. Two hundred pairs of pants cost 800 yuan. Those who can spend 800 yuan these days are very rare.

"It's hard for me to believe you when you talk about white teeth, unless you take out 800 yuan and show me." Xue Ming said.

Tao Yunqian was a little confused. He turned around and looked around and took out an iron box from his pocket. When he opened the box, he found a strip wrapped in cotton.

Carefully untying the cotton cloth, the golden gold bar was revealed. It turned out to be a small yellow croaker gold bar issued by the Republic of China. The net weight was more than 30 grams and was claimed to be one tael.

This year the country has raised the price of gold recycling. One tael of gold is priced at 240 yuan. This little yellow croaker can be exchanged for about 160 yuan at the bank.

"My father left me six small yellow croakers." Tao Yunqian quickly put away the gold bars.

Xue Ming couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, thinking that this guy was so brave, he dared to show off his gold in front of strangers.

"Okay, now I believe in your financial resources. I will hand over the money and deliver the goods here at noon in three days." Xue Ming turned around and left.

Tao Yunqian watched Xue Ming leave. He found a place to sit for half an hour, then stuck his head out to make sure no one was in a hurry to go home.

The moment he poked his head out, Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, pressed the camera shutter continuously, waited for him to go away, and rode his bicycle straight to the Second People's Photo Studio.

Zhao Xue's uncle was the director of the photo studio. Xue Ming went through the back door to develop Tao Yunqian's photos, then rode to the No. 1 Textile Factory to hand the photos to Zhao Erlian.

"His name is Tao Yunqian, and he may have a fake name. He is very familiar with the abandoned crematorium in the southern suburbs. He is probably a nearby resident. Help me check his background."

"No problem, leave it to me." Zhao Erlian immediately asked two people from the security department to ride to the southern suburbs to inquire about this person.

Tao Yunqian here left home and rode his bicycle all the way to an alley in the provincial capital. He saw a jeep running past.

The car door opened, Tao Yunqian got into the car, and carefully took out the box containing the gold bars, "Comrade Jin, there was a young man who sold a hundred pairs of urea pants on the black market in the southern suburbs today. I can guarantee that he is not Xue Ming."

"What does he look like?" Jin Bufan took the gold and placed it on the driver's seat, rolled down the window and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

"The wings of the nose and the tip of the nose are not big, they are slightly droopy, the face is a little bit Chinese, the upper lip is thin and the lower lip is thick..." Tao Yunqian tried hard to recall Xue Ming's appearance.

There was a painter sitting next to him who started painting. Half an hour later, he handed the sketch to Tao Yunqian, "Look and see if it's this person."

Tao Yunqian read it carefully and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's the person."

The painter handed the portrait to Jin Bufan. If Jin Bufan was also a time traveler, he would have slapped Tao Yunqian on the face. What the hell is this Charlotte?

"This is not Xue Ming. You continue to trade with him and find ways to lure his boss." Jin Bufan opened the gold box and put four small yellow croakers in. Five small yellow croakers were worth exactly eight hundred yuan.

The jeep emitted black smoke and disappeared into the alley. Tao Yunqian bent down to pick up the cigarette butts on the ground. He thought to himself that Young Master Jin was really rich. How could he throw away a cigarette after smoking only half of it?

Tao Yunqian picked up five cigarette butts and wrapped them in newspapers, put them in his pocket and rode his bicycle home. As soon as he entered the house and saw someone at home, he turned around and walked out while pushing his bicycle.

"Stop!" A few street guys with middle-parted hair caught him. The leader of the gang laughed strangely, "You've made a fortune recently, and you've got a bicycle?"

"Brother Dahua, don't be joking. I don't have the money to buy a bicycle. This is a friend's car." Tao Yunqian nodded and bowed with a flattering smile on his face.

"Brothers, please do it." Liu Dahua ordered the four gangsters to immediately start pulling Tao Yunqian.

Tao Yunqian threw away his bicycle and ran away. He was quickly pushed to the ground by four street gangsters.

He was crying for his father and mother, and he had five taels of gold from Mr. Jin on him. It would be bad if they took it away.

Young Master Jin will definitely peel off his skin by then, and Tao Yunqian can only shout for help at the top of his lungs.

Zhao Erlian, who was wearing a mask and sunglasses, picked up a wad of newspapers from the ground, which had fallen from Tao Yunqian's body. He slowly opened it and found several cigarette butts.

Zhao Erlian recognized at a glance that these were special cigarettes for military supply, that is, cigarettes specially supplied to the army. They were not available on the market at all.

"It seems that the only ones in the entire provincial capital who can afford this cigarette are the Jin family and my family." Zhao Erlian showed a sinister smile and went over to squat next to the bicycle to search carefully.

These days, people like to mark valuables at home, such as engraving on bicycles, writing calligraphy on shovel handles, etc.

Zhao Erlian soon saw the word "金" on the axle that fixed the seat, so this must be the Jin family's bicycle.

"Dahua, stop it, don't embarrass Brother Tao." Zhao Erlian said.

"Comrade Young Master, this guy owes me twenty yuan in gambling debt. I'm going to pick off his bicycle to pay off the debt." Liu Dahua didn't dare to offend Zhao Erlian and could only make suggestions with a smile.

"Don't touch him recently, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." Zhao Erlian rode away on his bicycle, leaving a group of streetwalkers in a daze.

I walked non-stop all the way to my sister's house and found that my sister and sister-in-law were still working on the sewing machines. I asked my brother-in-law to go out for a walk and tell him all about today's harvest.

"Haha, Tao Yunqian is indeed Jin Bufan's man. Why does this guy always do things very closely?" Xue Ming wanted to know how the next plot would develop.