The beginning of the Siheyuan of Wanjie, Wanjie becomes the highest

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was ten o'clock in the evening. Everyone was asleep at this time, and it was time to go out for a walk.

Xuantian used a piece of black cloth to make a face scarf and a hood at home, which was used to disguise and hide his identity. This was a common operation in the black market. After finishing these preparations, Xuantian jumped over the wall and left the compound, and then headed straight for his destination.

Since Xuantian used his spiritual power to travel, he soon arrived at an empty alley next to the black market intersection. He put on a headscarf and a mask, then took out a sack full of things and put it on his back, and slowly walked towards the black market intersection.

There were two masked thugs guarding the intersection. When they saw Xuantian coming with a large sack, they knew at first glance that he was here to sell something, so they told him directly.

"Comrade, you are here to sell things, right? The entrance fee is 2 cents. After entering, find a place to set up your stall. Remember not to speak too loudly. If it is not necessary, don't speak easily. This pigeon market needs quietness."

"Okay, I get it. Here's the money." Xuantian handed two cents to the guard, then walked into the black market carrying a sack.

There were not many people in the black market, but there were quite a few either, about one or two hundred people. It was estimated that there were five or six hundred people coming here at night. There were also quite a few people selling things, but not many people selling meat and refined rice and noodles. Xuantian found a corner with fewer people to set up a stall and put the sack full of things behind him, so that it would be convenient for him to take things out of the storage space to sell.

Xuantian had some pork, chicken, rice, flour and other supplies on his stall, divided into portions of 1 jin, 2 jin and 5 jin. It was obvious that he was selling rare items, and he quickly attracted some people who wanted to buy them.

"Comrade, what are the prices of these things? How much?" a middle-aged man asked.

"Pork is 1 yuan per pound, no ticket required, whole chicken is 1 yuan per piece, rice and flour are both 2 yuan per pound, no ticket required, the quantity is fine, do you want some?"

"I want one pound of pork and five pounds of flour."

"Okay," Xuantian handed the things to him. The meat and flour were overweight. The man knew they were not underweight after weighing them, so he paid for them promptly. Xuantian took the money and sat down, waiting for other people to buy.

Others saw that someone was buying, and the goods were pretty good, so many spectators also sold some, some bought one kilogram, and some bought five kilograms. These were all small businesses, but Lin Ling sold a total of 5 kilograms of pork, 150 chickens, 24 kilograms of rice, 200 kilograms of flour, and some other things for 320 yuan, for a total income of 52 yuan, which was not bad.

Just as Xuantian was packing up his stall and about to leave, a man with a somewhat wretched look called out to him.

"Brother, our boss wants to call you to discuss something with you. Is that okay with you?"

"Well, that's fine. You lead the way." Xuantian agreed after a little thought. After all, he couldn't have so much time to set up a stall. If he could find a dealer to buy his things, then he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble and wouldn't take such a big risk to set up a stall here.

Xuantian followed him and walked for about ten minutes before arriving at the black market. He met a middle-aged man with a square face. He looked serious and a bit majestic.

"My brother, my name is Zhang Hua, you can call me Brother Zhang. You sold so many things tonight, and these are rare materials! It means you still have a lot. I want to cooperate with you now. You can cooperate with us. You sell to us, and how to sell is our business. Our black market is supervised by the higher-ups. If a large amount of spot goods suddenly appear in this black market, then our black market may be destroyed or even completely cleaned up, and you can't escape. After all, this is speculation and profiteering, and it's a bulk transaction."

"Aren't you afraid? I have a lot of this stuff. Can you eat it all?"

"That's not a problem. We have our own sales channels, and there are other pigeon markets that we can share the revenue with. How much can you provide?"

"I can provide five pigs in three days, including wild boars and domestic pigs, about 5 kilograms, and about 1000 kilograms of flour and rice. If you want more, you can tell me in advance, but the price will remain the same as what I just sold. The money will be paid in yellow croaker and cash, half each. Can you accept it?"

"Okay, when do we trade? Where do we take over?"

"The first time I will take it to the side near the black market. I will then go find the brothers guarding the intersection. You can just tell them. As for the time of the first transaction, it will be the night after tomorrow. Just wait for my letter."

"Okay, we'll wait for the message from our brother."

"Okay, I'll go back tonight." Xuantian stood up and prepared to leave. Since the details had been agreed upon, there was no need to stay here any longer. Besides, it was getting late today. He had to go back to Xuanjiazhuang to deliver something tomorrow. Going back early would allow him to have a rest.

"Then I won't keep you, brother. You can come to us if you have any problems in the future. We can still help you with some small matters. I'll see you off." The black market boss also stood up to see him off. This cooperation could bring them great profits, and they could even establish some relationships with the people above. They couldn't afford to offend someone who could give out so many things, so it wouldn't hurt to see him off.

"Brother Zhang, let's stop here. I can go back by myself." After reaching the gate of the yard, Xuantian left by himself. Now that he was still masked, there was no need to let them know his true identity and some information.

"Brother, do you want me to take some people to follow them?" a younger brother next to Zhang Hua asked.

"No, there is no need to offend such a person, and he has not violated our interests. There is no need to make enemies, especially those who are not clear about their background." Zhang Hua glanced at his younger brother, then said slowly, then walked into the house and continued to take a nap with his eyes closed.

"Got it, boss." The younger brother no longer insisted after hearing that. This guy is indeed not worth offending. Tracking him is also risky. If the other party notices it, then this guy will have no chance to make a lot of money even if he runs away early.

After Xuantian left the black market, he went into an empty alley and appeared in a house in a flash. This was a new use he had discovered.

As soon as Xuantian returned home, he flashed into the small world, and then harvested grains with his mind. In total, he harvested 51 kilograms of rice grains, kilograms of flour, kilograms of corn cobs, kilograms of potatoes, and kilograms of sweet potatoes. He left kilograms of rice, kilograms of corn cobs, and planted the rest. He did not plant that many potatoes and sweet potatoes.

I entered the house in the manor and fell into a deep sleep. I had to go back to my hometown tomorrow.