Siheyuan, my new life

With the arrival of twelve o'clock, the crackdown on the black market officially began. Lin Yu had already observed the black market in front of him through his spiritual sense.

This was Lin Yu’s first real contact with the black market. He had only seen introductions to the black market in various novels before, but the introductions in the books were still quite different from reality.

After Lin Yu commanded his men to surround the area from a distance, he leaned against a low wall and began to explore the black market through his spiritual sense.

I have to admit that the scale of the black market in front of me is indeed not small. There is a street three or four hundred meters long in the middle of this abandoned residential area. There is a stall every three or two meters on both sides. Most of the stalls have an oil lamp commonly known as "Qi Si Feng", but the light of the oil lamp is very dim and can only barely illuminate the stall.

All the people, whether buying or selling, were wrapped tightly. Both the stall owners and the buyers had their faces covered by all sorts of things except for their eyes. Most of these people held a flashlight in their hands, and would only open it and take a quick look when they found something they were interested in. Then they would immediately turn off the flashlight and lower their voices to bargain with the stall owners.

There were more than 200 guys setting up stalls on such a street. Most of the stalls had a black cloth spread on the ground, with a few things placed on it. Some had a few small bowls filled with rice, flour, corn flour and other grains. Some had two empty egg shells on their stalls, some had a small piece of meat, and some had a few empty wine bottles and empty cigarette boxes on their stalls. As long as someone wanted to buy, the two parties would whisper and agree on the price, and the stall owner would take out what the other party wanted from the big frame behind him, and then the two parties would exchange the money and the goods.

These small stalls selling rice, noodles, grain, oil and pork were not the focus of this crackdown. Lin Yu noticed that apart from some stalls selling antiques and cultural relics with a few pieces of porcelain, jade and even bronze, many of the items still had various traces of corrosion. It was obvious that the origins of the items here were worth investigating. They were either stolen goods from grave robbers or some specially forged counterfeits.

There are also a few guys who specialize in reselling tickets. There are six or seven ticket scalpers in this black market alone. Most of these ticket scalpers have a schoolbag or backpack hanging around their necks. From time to time, a guy wrapped up like a rice dumpling will come up to them and whisper for a while, and then the money and tickets will be exchanged.

Through his spiritual sense, Lin Yu discovered that there was something else inside the coats worn by these ticket scalpers. There were small pockets sewn inside the coats, and inside them were stacks of various bills.

There were two inconspicuous stalls in the corner at the end of the street, but the things on the stalls made Lin Yu frown slightly. On each of the two stalls was a bullet shell and a wooden carved gun. One stall was filled with bullet shells and a wooden pistol, and the other stall was filled with bullet shells and a wooden rifle.

Through investigation with spiritual sense, it was discovered that the guns and bullets of the two guys were hidden in a house next to it that was about to collapse. On the surface, these were two stalls, but in fact they were a gang. The five pistols, two rifles, and five or six hundred rounds of various bullets carried by the two guys were all hidden together in that dilapidated house.

Noticing the endless stream of people on this street, Lin Yu couldn't help but frowning. It was his first time to come into contact with the black market. He didn't expect that so many people would go to the black market to buy things. A rough estimate showed that there were at least two to three thousand people in the black market now.

A dozen burly men holding wooden sticks kept patrolling the street, their fierce eyes swept through the crowd from time to time. It was obvious that these guys were the thugs who looked after the black market. In addition to maintaining order in the black market, these thugs also had the task of keeping a close eye on the "Buddhas" who sneaked in. The people who ran the black market hated these thieves called Buddhas. You know, everyone who came to the black market to buy things had paid an entry fee. According to the rules of the underworld, as long as people did not deliberately cause trouble in the black market, the people in the black market must ensure the safety of their personal safety and the safety of their belongings. Once the black market was flooded with thieves, who would be willing to come to this black market again? Therefore, the thugs in the black market were not polite to the Buddhas. As long as they were caught on the spot, they would directly break the other party's right hand.

Lin Yu has locked onto the location of the organizers behind the black market through his spiritual sense. These guys are very bold. Their lair is actually in a relatively complete two-entry courtyard house two streets away.

At the gate of the yard, there were two guys with pistols on their waists standing guard. From time to time, one or two guys wrapped tightly would greet the guards at the gate and walk into the yard. After a while, they came out carrying a heavy bag on their backs.

Six or seven people were busy in the front yard. The ground was filled with sacks filled with various things. A guy wearing tortoise-shell glasses was clacking on an abacus next to the eight-immortal table at the door of the wing room. A young man next to him was deftly counting the various amounts of banknotes on the table, then tying them up with hemp ropes and throwing them into several wooden boxes behind him.

In the main room in the backyard, four middle-aged men of different appearances were sitting around the fireplace, drinking tea and talking in low voices from time to time.

Lin Yu discovered through his spiritual sense that He Yong had led his commandos slowly approaching the house. There were two security guards guarding six guys who had fainted in the woods behind. These people were secret sentries arranged in the woods by the black market organizers. People from relevant departments had not noticed it before. It was He Yong and his team members who discovered the other party's traces in advance. So before the operation began, they knocked the six secret sentries unconscious, gagged them and tied them up.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the two groups of commandos rushed towards their respective targets like lightning, and all the black market people whose identities had been confirmed were knocked to the ground one by one.

The personnel from the relevant departments who were originally responsible for leading the way were a little worried before. They didn't understand why Deputy Director Lin of the Municipal Bureau, who was in charge of the black market in Dongcheng District, would actually give the task of the main attack to the people in the security department of the steel rolling mill instead of arranging public security officers from the Dongcheng District Branch. It was not until this time that they realized that just by seeing the speed and reaction ability of these team members, they, the specially trained professionals, could only feel ashamed of themselves.