Siheyuan: 55 years, starting from a buyer

"Everyone sweeps the yard for a month to avoid having free time for fighting." At this time, Mr. Chen silently watched the people and things in the field. The people around him seemed to be just joining in the fun. Everyone in the No. 95 yard was very smart.

"Second Master, Third Master, what do you think?" Yi Zhonghai took a sip of his cup and turned to ask the two elders for their opinions.

Yan Fugui shook his head, his bangs were uneasy, and he said three words with great effort: "No... opinion."

"I have something to say!"

Xu Damao shouted, "I want Sha Zhu to pay for the medical expenses."

However, the surrounding villagers looked at each other and dispersed, and even the three elders picked up their tea cups and left to go home.

Xu Damao was filled with anger and resentment, but he was powerless to change anything. He could only endure the consequences and slowly return to the house, dragging his aching legs.

"Hey, this is more exciting than a TV show.

But it seems that the second uncle was not biased towards Sha Zhu, and just mediated the situation symbolically.

Well, after all, Jia Dongxu is still alive."

Chen Sheng had this thought and returned to the house with a slight smile on his face.

Qin Huairu was not as lucky as before when she returned to the house.

"Hey, hey! Can you just watch the fun from the sidelines?"

Qin Huairu felt even more upset when she saw Jia Zhang, who was hugging her arms and looking unhappy.

If she lost the protection of her eldest grandson, Jia Zhang might give her a severe lesson.

"If it weren't for my precious grandson, I wouldn't care about you."

Xu Damao returned home and applied some medicated wine to the wound.

He was used to this. After being bullied by Sha Zhu for many years, such trivial matters were not surprising.

"Humph, you're just a poor cook. Just wait and see. Sooner or later, I'll make you regret it."

After enjoying a lively afternoon, Mr. Chen went into the kitchen to fry the newly bought yellow croaker.

But I could vaguely hear someone educating a child in the yard, and I felt a little uneasy.

After all, the aroma of fried fish filling the yard was really eye-catching, so I decided to keep a low profile when cooking in the future, preferably in my own small space to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The fish dish was indeed very delicious and he was not satisfied even after eating three steamed buns.

Mr. Chen admitted that the corn flour today is completely different from that in the past. The taste and texture are much worse, and it is far inferior to the later products that have been finely processed.

When the corn in my own space is ripe, I plan to try to grind it into flour.

After dinner, Mr. Chen entered the private area and caught another 200 kilograms of fresh fish.

Given the market’s carrying capacity, I didn’t get greedy and didn’t take more goods this time.

After sleeping till dawn, Chen Sheng sneaked into the market again.

There are especially many people here today, perhaps because the New Year is approaching.

The gatekeeper shouted, "One coin!"

"Hey, brother, I was worth only one penny last time, wasn't I? Why did the price change?"

Mr. Chen was stunned by the sudden price increase. He only received one cent last time, but today it increased tenfold!

"New customers are getting a discount for the first time, but this is the standard price."

The man answered.

Helpless, Mr. Chen had to pay a coin and find an empty space to set up his stall.

Fortunately, the goods were sold out quickly today. Two hundred kilograms of fish were sold out in less than half an hour. The profit of eight yuan made him happy.

After selling the fish, he walked around the market again.

There are more people than before, but the goods are the same as yesterday.

Mr. Chen had some extra money, so he found a ticket vendor and bought some cloth coupons.

Although I can’t buy new clothes for the New Year, I plan to buy some new underwear, thick socks and shoes.

In this era, new clothes are too eye-catching and comfort is more important.

He decided to take some time and use his cloth coupons to buy a few sets of underwear and thicker shoes and socks to replace his old ones.

When Mr. Chen came out of the fish market, he saw two burly men in black suits waiting for him there.

One of them bowed to him and asked, "Brother, can we find a quiet place to talk for a few words?"

Mr. Chen pondered for a moment. He understood that these people had strict management of the fish market. He had only sold 200 kilograms, but he had already been targeted.

Although he was a little wary, he decided to find out the situation. "Okay, you lead the way."

As they entered a courtyard, he remained alert but not overly worried, after all, the person who ran the fish market could not easily target the sellers.

Walking into the room, a thin middle-aged man was sitting in the main seat. He looked to be about 40 years old. "Excuse me, sir, what is your name?"

He didn't seem too surprised by Mr. Chen's arrival, knowing that the pseudonym was probably false.

"My last name is Erdong."

Mr. Chen showed courtesy and gave a fake name.

The other party did not delve into the matter further, as he had already begun to wonder about the authenticity of the name.

"I want to ask, do you have any long-term plans for the fish business?"

The middle-aged man asked while drinking tea, with a probing look in his eyes.

"That's right. I have a sales channel. What's the name of this boss?"

Mr. Chen answered perfunctorily, but secretly he was assessing the possibility of cooperation.

"My brothers on the road all call me Ma San."

Ma San's eyes flickered with a hint of joy, "I wonder if Brother Chen Dong is willing to join forces with me? Frankly speaking, this fish market is run by me, everything is in order, and there won't be too much trouble.

I, Ma San, have a certain reputation around here."

Mr. Chen weighed the pros and cons.

If you can cooperate with these people, you can save a lot of trouble and don't have to worry about falling into the law. However, in the old city at that time, actions to crack down on illegal transactions often occurred.

Although he was in a special space and the risk was relatively low, he was unwilling to seek trouble. If he encountered an accident, he might be sentenced to a short jail term at best, or even be humiliated on the streets at worst. Speculation was a serious crime.

He made his decision: "Deal."

After thinking about it, Mr. Chen agreed and proposed, "The New Year is coming soon. I will supply goods irregularly, 200 kilograms each time. During the holiday period, I will increase the price by 10 cents, and settle the bill in units of 50 cents.

I have no control over the specific price you sell it at.

We will discuss the price after the New Year.”

Given the high demand at the end of the year, he is confident that the fish will be sold out even at 55 cents per pound.

He didn't just want to be done with the transaction once and for all, he also expected other material resources to appear in the space.

Although I am not in a hurry to make money after returning to the modern era, I always leave room for the long term.

Connecting with the people at the fish market was the first step in his plan, and it was also a good opportunity to observe the other party's integrity.

"make a deal!"

When Ma San heard about the price increase, he frowned slightly, but finally made the decision with satisfaction.

Afterwards, Mr. Chen quickly finalized the specific transaction rules: "I will be here when I come, and the cash handover will be here, no dragging of feet."

After the deal was finalized, he left quickly.

Mr. Chen does not set a fixed meeting time, which is also out of caution.

Looking at his back, the middle-aged man nodded and signaled his followers to follow closely.

Chen Sheng walked out of the house, found the right route, walked into an alley at random, and then escaped into his space.

When observing the outside world from the inside, two figures appeared at the same point after a while. They wandered around for a few weeks, did not find Chen Sheng's existence, and then hurried away.

"Third brother, I lost the clue."

One person whispered.

"Forget it, even if it's lost, it's just a small business. After we get the fish, we can each share some and then sell them."

Ma San took a deep breath of smoke and said as if he didn't mind.

After returning home, Mr. Chen lay on the bed to rest, thinking about this unique experience.

His behavior of traveling through the darkness at night has become a source of goods for traffickers. For this person who traveled through time and space to this era, this is indeed quite interesting.

He smiled in his heart and calculated silently, estimating that during the Spring Festival, the fish in the lake in his own space could still supply about two tons, and most of the others were still in the seedling stage and had not yet grown.

Considering that there is still some time before the end of the lunar year, this harvest is already quite good.

However, Mr. Chen knew very well that he was not completely ignored and he still had to keep a low profile.

If he occasionally sent some fish over, at most people would speculate that they were stolen by an insider, or that nearby villages were working together to catch fish. But if he could always supply large quantities, the person who would come looking for him next time might not be Ma San or Wang San, but the intelligence agency or even the National Security Bureau, and he might be implicated.

After all, during this period, food is more important than anything else.

Subconsciously planning in his mind, he decided that no matter when, the quantity of shipments would be kept low in the future, and safety would always be the top priority.

This era is too sensitive. People you don't like will be arrested at will. If you can't explain yourself clearly, you will be labeled a traitor, and the consequences will be disastrous.

He is not greedy for money, he just wants to seek the satisfaction of a good life.

In the future, he will choose to sell materials in limited quantities, and accumulating a small amount of wealth will be enough.

The primary goal is to live a better life, but in the absence of other reliable sources of income, Mr. Chen is unwilling to take any risks.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the New Year's Eve in the north.

On this day, the streets and alleys are filled with a strong New Year atmosphere, red lights are shining brightly, every family is busy cleaning and preparing, and the market is filled with all kinds of New Year goods.

Not long after leaving the house, Mr. Chen was stopped by the third uncle.

"Xiao Chen, if you have nothing to do tonight, try to go home early. There is a meeting waiting at home."

The third uncle said while adjusting the frame of his glasses.

"Is it something urgent?"

Mr. Chen asked.

"Before the Chinese New Year, the courtyard organizes one every year."

Yan Fugui replied.

"Okay, I will be back on time today."

Mr. Chen smiled and turned away.

When he arrived at the grocery store, he found that his colleagues were already in place, and there were some familiar faces, probably from other stores who had reported for work before.

"Xiao Chen, you are finally here."

the store supervisor and colleague said enthusiastically.

The atmosphere was obviously cheerful because of the approaching New Year.

“The next few days may be a bit busy as the New Year is approaching.

After these busy days, I will have much more free time after the New Year.

We are taking advantage of this period to check our inventory and may make some adjustments after the new year.”

He added that he pointed towards the house to indicate the situation inside.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shengsheng understood immediately: it seemed that the main leadership was about to change.

In recent months, he has noticed that many items in the store are not put on sale, and the goods numbers do not match up. It seems that the previous rumors are true.

Chen Sheng asked in a low voice: "Any news?"

Faced with personnel changes, Mr. Chen was quite interested in this information.

Nowadays, supervisors are lax in supervising work, so his laziness and absence from work are not considered a big deal. If the new boss is a serious and rigorous character, I'm afraid it won't be so comfortable.

It’s not my turn yet, but you also know that I will leave this position after the new year.

Just take good care of my son in the future.

Hearing this, Aunt Li couldn't help but start talking more.

Boss Chen waved his hand and analyzed: "I believe the new leader will not assign this area to us, and may transfer a new store manager from somewhere else.