Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

I thought that the small market in Xishan Town was already very presumptuous, but I didn’t expect that the people in Songshan Town were even more talented and bold. There were at least forty or fifty stalls in this black market. If someone from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau came, they wouldn’t know what to do. Which one should be arrested first? If the leaders above knew about it, they would think they were about to rebel.

Yang Qingheng was not surprised, because this market had been discovered by the superiors in his previous life. Unfortunately, that time was already after the reform and opening up.

"Let's go take a look." She led Sister-in-law Sun inside.

There are only one person watching every few meters around, and they can react to any slight disturbance, vividly explaining what it means to have policies from above and countermeasures from below.

This is the right market to come to today!

Yang Qingheng felt a little excited.

"This yarn is pretty good. You can buy some back. Huzi will have sweaters to wear next winter." Sister-in-law Sun couldn't walk in front of the yarn stall. "Qingheng, why don't you buy some back and give it to your man?" Knit one.”

As a neighbor, she knew a little bit about the quarrel between Yang Qingheng and his wife, and she deliberately wanted to bring them together.

Yang Qingheng shook his head and said calmly: "No, he doesn't care about my knitting."

Sister-in-law Sun burst out laughing: "Who in the village doesn't know that the men in your family care about you, and why the husband and wife are so quarrelsome? If you knit something, he will definitely be happy."

That was Song Hengjue from before, but now that bitch wants her to divorce him tomorrow.

Yang Qingheng thought to herself, but she still bought some wool and planned to get one for herself.

She had only walked a few steps while holding the wool, when a force suddenly grabbed her arm: "You stepped on my plate!"

Yang Qingheng looked at it and laughed angrily: "I am two meters away from your stall, how can I step on your things?"

The man refused and grabbed her arm: "You little girl, how can I frame you? You must buy these trampled plates today, otherwise you won't be able to leave today!"

The people around him looked away indifferently, as if they were used to such things.

"You have to be more conscientious when you cheat people. The dishes and chopsticks on your stall look old at first glance. I don't know where I picked them up. How can I say this?" Sister-in-law Sun's face turned black with anger.

Yang Qingheng looked carefully at the plates on the floor and pulled Sister-in-law Sun.

"Brother, I also know that business is not easy these days, but you can't be so deceptive. Let's each take a step back. I'll buy a few plates, but I have to pick a few good ones."

The man had a sinister face, looked her up and down, and reluctantly agreed: "That's okay, three hairs for the big one, two hairs for the small one."

Sister-in-law Sun was so angry that she yelled: "The old plate actually costs thirty cents, why don't you go and grab it?"

The man's face turned cold, and he raised his fist as big as a sandbag in front of Sister-in-law Sun, and she immediately fell silent.

Yang Qingheng carefully picked out a tea set and a small vase.

Reluctantly: "Just these few."

The male lion said loudly: "Two pieces."

Yang Qingheng paid with a dark face, took Sister-in-law Sun and left.

Sister-in-law Sun's face turned red with anger and she cursed all the way.

"Why is this person like this? He's so arrogant! We haven't concluded the business today yet. We've lost a fortune first. It's really unlucky."

"It's not a loss, it's a profit." Yang Qingheng chuckled. He didn't look sad at all. Instead, he looked in a good mood.

Sister-in-law Sun was weird: "Are you scared out of your mind by him?"

"Not stupid, very smart."

Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain, this world-shaking wealth is finally her turn!

If it weren't for the fact that he was still on the street, Yang Qingheng would have laughed out loud.

She was now extremely grateful that she had watched so many treasure appraisal programs in her previous life and read so many professional books out of interest, which she would not need in this life.

I don’t know which dynasty the tea cup is from, but it should be quite valuable.

After there were fewer people around, Yang Qingheng whispered to Sister-in-law Sun.

"What?! That's an ancient..." Sister-in-law Sun was so frightened that her eyes almost popped out.

Yang Qingheng covered her mouth with force and waited until she calmed down a little before letting go: "Keep your voice down."

Sister-in-law Sun nodded repeatedly, admiring her so much that she was willing to follow Yang Qingheng in this "stealing" business.

After wandering around the black market for a long time, until the stall owner "sold out" all the porcelain, the two of them followed him secretly.

"He went in!" Aunt Sun was surprised.

Yang Qingheng nodded and waited until the man walked out of the scrap collection station for a long time before pulling her inside.

"What are you doing?" the gatekeeper yelled.

Yang Qingheng stood still obediently, her lips slightly curled up with a friendly smile: "Hello, uncle, I heard that you sell old tableware and chopsticks in your waste collection station, and they are cheaper than those in the supply and marketing cooperative. Can I go in and have a look?"

"Yes, there are, but they are not good things." Seeing her being so polite, the uncle's face softened a lot, and he took them in personally, "Everything here is sold by the pound, a dime per pound, wooden chairs. As for selling tables and other things, just pay me whatever you want."

Yang Qingheng's eyes lit up when he saw the small mountain of waste inside, and he nodded repeatedly: "Thank you."

The uncle waved his hand and went outside.

Yang Qingheng and Sister-in-law Sun looked at each other and rushed towards the scraps excitedly.

Sister-in-law Sun is responsible for picking out the porcelain, calligraphy and paintings that may be valuable, and Yang Qingheng is responsible for appraising them.

Seeing that the antiques were all put up, she learned a little bit about them. Some of them could be seen, some of them couldn't. She planned to take them back together, and then take them out to experts in this field for appraisal when the reform and opening up comes.

The more Yang Qingheng picked, the more excited she became. She didn't know which landlord's house these things came from, which gave them an advantage.

"It's getting dark. If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the last bus." Yang Qingheng warned as he glanced at the sky outside.

Sister-in-law Sun still had more to say: "Take another pick."

Yang Qingheng was funny: "I've picked it twice, there shouldn't be any mistakes or omissions. Let's go, I'm about to get off work."

She reached out and took out a handful of unburned old books from the coal stove on the ground. They looked old and worn, but they were written with a brush and were from a certain age. She didn't know if they were ancient books.

Would rather kill the wrong person than let go.

If it is valuable, take it back together and maybe donate it to the country later.

Just as the uncle was about to go in, he saw the two of them coming out carrying a sack.

"It's a waste of time, delaying my get off work."

Yang Qingheng's eyes rolled up, and he approached with a shy face: "I'm sorry, uncle, please don't be angry."

The uncle's face looked better now, and after helping them put the scale on the scale, he kindly wiped off the small change for them.

Police station

"Why have you been so distracted these past few days, and your energy has been sucked away by some little goblin?" a colleague joked, and sat down opposite Tang Bainian with a cup of hot water in his hand.

"What kind of monsters are you talking about? How can there be monsters after the founding of the People's Republic of China? You have been reported several times and you still can't control your bad mouth. You don't want to do it anymore, right?"

Tang Bainian glanced at him sideways, and a smiling face flashed unconsciously in his mind. His eyebrows jumped twice, and it was the first time he felt such a headache.

"Hey, that's the water I poured." Xu Feng opened his mouth.

Tang Bainian put down the water glass, grabbed his hat and walked outside: "What water do you want to drink? A bus has overturned on Changshun Road. Go to support immediately."