Siheyuan: I became a truck driver

After the manager left, Su Ming couldn't help but speak up. After listening for a long time, she was still confused.

"What vegetables? Are you going to sell them here? Isn't this considered profiteering?"

Su Ming asked a series of questions, and Xiao Yun answered them one by one.

"It's selling vegetables, which should be considered speculation, but it's okay." Xiao Yun smiled and said, "Why? Are you going to report me?"

"Be careful!" Su Ming did not respond but reminded.

"Don't worry, I know your man well. By the way, I plan to sell some of my previous treasures for some money. What do you think?" Xiao Yun said casually.

Of course, he didn't really want to sell those things.

I say this just to create a legitimate reputation for making money through the black market.

"You brought it?" Su Ming's eyes widened. "Where is it?"

"Where's the crotch?"

"Let me see."

Su Ming said as he touched it.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm just teasing you. It's not on me." Xiao Yun hurriedly explained.

"Oh, I thought you really hid it. If you want to sell it, just sell it. It's dangerous to keep it." Su Ming said calmly without thinking about the appreciation at all.

Xiao Yun didn't mention it, but nodded.

Soon, the door of the private room was knocked, and steaming dishes were brought to the table, exuding an enticing aroma.

After the dishes were served, He Daqing also walked into the room carrying two bottles of Quanxing Daqu.

"Oh, Xiao Yun, Happy New Year, Happy New Year. How come you have time to come here?" He Daqing responded with a flushed face and at the same time, introduced Su Ming.

After reminiscing about the past, He Daqing asked anxiously, "Xiao Yun, did you ask for help on the matter that the master asked you to do? How is it going?"

Xiao Yun nodded, "I asked a lot, but there was nothing to mention about you. I guess our relationship has faded."

He Daqing was a little disappointed. "Is that so? Come, eat some food. Try the new dish I researched."

"Uncle, don't be unhappy. I have good news to tell you. Your son is on a blind date and maybe it will work out. If you go back now, you might be able to hold your grandson in your arms." Xiao Yun said while picking up some food.

"So fast?"

Xiao Yun thought about it. If he went back now and stopped He Yuzhu from being with Qin Huairu, he could naturally hold his grandson. If he didn't go back, then Qin Huairu would be sucking his blood, so how could he hold his grandson?

"more or less."

He Daqing seemed to be lost in thought. He was living a good life now. Ever since the two sons of the White Widow were shot, the White Widow had become much more honest and listened to his words. He was living a very comfortable life.

It must be that he is somewhat reluctant to go back.

"Xiao Yun, it's too sudden for me to go back now. Let's wait for a suitable opportunity." He Daqing politely refused.

Xiao Yun did not seize the power, but still said: "Master, if you want to get closer to them, you can take care of Yu Shui."

"She is in school now and doesn't have much pocket money. She doesn't get much care and attention. It would be easier for you to start with her." Xiao Yun offered advice.

He Daqing felt that this made sense and immediately started to search his body, but after searching his pockets he remembered that he didn't bring any money.

"Xiao Yun, don't leave in a hurry. Otherwise, wait until tomorrow and I will give you the money. Then you can take it back and give her some every week." He Daqing said.

Xiao Yun nodded but did not mention the fact that his money was embezzled by Yi Zhonghai.

While eating, He Daqing and Xiao Yun clinked glasses one after another. Both of them had a good alcohol tolerance and after two bottles of Quanxing Daqu, they showed no signs of being drunk.

Among them, Su Ming was very satisfied with the meal.

Although they eat meat every day at home, Xiao Yun's cooking skills are still not as good as those of professional chefs.

After all, the fact that a restaurant as big as Qinghelou can have such a booming business also indirectly demonstrates He Daqing's cooking skills.

After dinner, Xiao Yun and Su Ming were arranged to stay in the guest rooms of Qinghe Tower.

Such guest rooms are not open to the public. They are only used by some leaders who come for inspection and have drunk too much.

In order to make the leaders live comfortably, the sound insulation and sanitary environment here are better than those of the guesthouse.

In the afternoon, Su Ming felt a little sleepy so he lay on the bed and slept for a while.

Xiao Yun quietly left Qinghe Tower, found an angle where no one was around and directly entered the space.

The space also contained the clothes he wore the last time he went to the black market.

This time was no different from the last time. After Xiao Yun changed his clothes, he still divided the white flour produced by the space into about ten pounds and packaged them individually. At the same time, he also added some rice, millet, cornmeal and other coarse grains.

Xiao Yun's price is not too high, ten yuan a bag, which is equivalent to one yuan per pound of white flour. At this time, it is very popular.

After finishing, Xiao Yun took out a cart from the space and drove it to the black market.

Although it was daytime, there were still many people selling goods here. After Xiao Yun parked the cart aside, he lifted the tarpaulin on the cart, revealing bags of grain.

Then he stood aside waiting for customers. Soon, some people who were strolling around noticed Xiao Yun.

"Comrade, what is this? It comes in bags." someone asked.

"White face" Xiao Yun lowered his voice and whispered.

"White flour? Can I see it?"

Xiao Yun didn't finish his words and took the initiative to open one of his pockets.

The man took a closer look, and his pupils shrank instantly, "How much!?"

"Ten dollars a pack, first come, first served!" Xiao Yun said coldly.

After hearing this, the man immediately reached into his pocket, took out a stack of bills and began to count them. "Comrade, I have thirty-nine dollars here. Can you sell me four of them? Please be kind."

Xiao Yun pretended to be embarrassed, but still nodded, "Okay."

The man was overjoyed. After stuffing the money into Xiao Yun's hand, he immediately picked up the four bags and ran away.

Xiao Yun stuffed the money into his pocket and, with the help of the pocket's blind spot, put it directly into the space.

After the first person bought it, the second person soon followed.

In just over ten minutes, the entire cart of grain was sold out, and Xiao Yun earned a total of 600 yuan.

Xiao Yun was overjoyed and turned around to repeat the operation. More and more money was stored in the space, and soon the amount reached two thousand yuan.

But at this time, people came to buy in an endless stream, and the crowd was growing.

Xiao Yun smelled the scent of crisis, so he prepared himself mentally to escape into space at any time.

"The police are here!"

Finally, someone shouted and the crowd exploded and fled in all directions. Some of them took advantage of the situation and grabbed two bags of food and tried to take them for free.

But Xiao Yun has been paying attention to the streets since more people came. When the voice just came out, he immediately put the food and carts into the space.

No chance of getting anything for free.

In an instant, the entire black market was surrounded by the police.