The Beginning of Siheyuan Blackmailing Yi Zhonghai

Wang Tiedan's gaze only stayed on the two of them for a moment, without paying much attention.

Forget about Yan Bugui, I didn't provoke him, but Yi Zhonghai is different. It's better to do it today than to wait for a day. I must teach him a profound lesson today.

After walking out of the crowd, Wang Tiedan headed towards the black market exit.

He was not planning to leave, but to buy some rice, flour and eggs on the way so that he could keep an eye on Yi Zhonghai's whereabouts.

The spring plowing season has passed and the summer harvest has not yet arrived. Now is the time when food is scarce and food is in short supply.

Of course, there are always people who hoard food in any era, so there is no shortage of food on the black market, and there is no shortage of people to buy food.

Wang Tiedan took great effort to squeeze in.

He saw two bags of flour nearby and pulled them to his side without saying a word.

"My fellow, I want all these denominations. How much are they?"

The same northern Shaanxi accent and the same all-inclusive policy suddenly made the food grabbing scene quiet.

Many people bought food, but most of them only bought corn flour, bran flour, corn grits, and dried sweet potatoes at a few cents per pound. Not many people bought things like indica rice (not very good rice) that cost more than 10 cents, let alone high-quality white flour at 26 cents per pound. (Ordinary white flour costs 16 cents)

Wang Tiedan bought two bags at once, weighing 100 kilograms in total, which really shocked a lot of people.

"Top-quality white flour, 76 cents a pound, I'll give you 75 cents, a hundred pounds in total, 75 dollars."

The stall owner was a black market guy. He quoted the price promptly, and seemed to be looking at the joke.

It depends on the high price whether you will buy it or not.

Unexpectedly, Wang Tiedan started counting the money in public without saying a word, and the clear sound of banknotes rubbing against each other could be heard at the scene.

"Okay, this is it."

Witnessed by everyone, Wang Tiedan decisively paid the money, picked up his bag and walked out, and the people who bought food took the initiative to make way.

It was not until Wang Tiedan disappeared in the crowd that they recovered from their shock and continued to grab food.

At the meat stall, Yi Zhonghai relied on his arm strength to fight his way out of the encirclement and snatched a pound of mutton. He was happily putting it into the cloth bag when he saw a hand stretched out from under his armpit and placed on the chopping board.

Yi Zhonghai thought he was the meat thief and didn't want to cause trouble, so he moved to the side. However, the man was still half-squatting, groping on the bones and the chopping board, but he didn't take anything or steal anything.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the figure and the posture, and guessed who it was without taking off the hood.

Even though he was already hated by everyone, he still felt ashamed.

Yi Zhonghai didn't even bother to say hello. He turned around and walked towards the grain area. He was going to buy some more rice and then go home.

Just then, the stall owner knocked on the table.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Do you want to buy it or not? If not, don't touch it."

Yan Bugui quickly withdrew his hand.

"Hey, boss, do you have pork? I want to buy some pork."

"The boar meat seller is over there!"

"Okay, thank you boss."

Yan Bugui answered very naturally, rubbed his hands happily, and left the crowd.

No one knew that during this touching and rubbing, a thumb-sized piece of meat had already gone into his pocket.

On the other side, Yan Jiecheng began to inquire about the market conditions of the workstations. He was lucky today and there were three, a salesperson in the Supply and Marketing Building, a clerk in a cement factory, and a train loader.

Well, one is unaffordable, one is too far away, and one is not suitable.

Yan Jiecheng really wanted to hire the salesperson, but he was still short of a large sum of money, so he was very conflicted.

Just when he was thinking about who to find to borrow it, he heard a familiar voice. Turning around, he saw who else could it be but Yan Bugui.

Over in the sundry area, Yan Bugui was bargaining with an old farmer with a white towel tied around his head. He was playing with a black seal-like thing in his hand, which was almost patinaed.

"Ten kilograms of food coupons, that's all I can give."

"Not for sale!" the old farmer answered decisively. Although he didn't know what the gadget was, its weight was there.

The other party bargained right at the soles of my feet, which was really too much.

He offered ten yuan, and ten kilograms of food coupons are now worth more than one yuan.

"It's just a piece of junk, so why not sell it?"

Yan Bugui threw the things onto the stall, trying to play hard to get.

But when the other person stood up and was about to leave, the old farmer ignored him.

Helpless, Yan Bugui could only go back and give a new price.

"Fifteen kilograms of food coupons. This is my last offer. If you don't sell, I'll leave now."

"Then please, I'll go back and sell it as scrap metal."

The old farmer raised his hand and made a sarcastic remark.

Nowadays, scrap copper and iron cost between 80 cents and 1.5 yuan per pound. This little thing weighs almost a pound.

Yan Bugui was so embarrassed that he had to leave reluctantly.

He had money, but he was reluctant to spend it. He was unwilling to spend a single cent before his foreign debt was paid off.

Unlike the Jia family, all the Yan family members have city household registration, and the most they have is food coupons. On average, each person has more than 20 kilograms of food coupons, and seven people have 180 kilograms. If all of them were exchanged for coarse grains, it would be even more. With the amount of food they eat, they could not finish it all.

So Yan Bugui was able to exchange some food coupons for some hobbies, and his targets were all old farmers or something like that, who were easy to fool.

I just didn't expect to be rejected this time.

"Dad, what treasure do you like? I'll buy it for you." Yan Jiecheng walked up to Yan Bugui and asked.

Yan Bugui subconsciously took a step back. If someone came up to him and bought something for him, he must have something else to ask for, so he couldn't be fooled.

"How did you come?"

"Dad, I'm here to buy a workstation for Yu Li."

"Where do you get the money to buy a workstation?"

"It was given by Yu Li's family, and I saved a little bit."

Yan Bugui was delighted, as it was a good thing that he spent money from his mother's family, and the job position was given to the Yan family.

"Did you buy it? What station? How much?"

"The salesperson at the Supply and Marketing Building, eight hundred and five."

"what?"

Yan Bugui was shocked and thought to himself, well, three years' wages, not a penny left.

"Why is it so expensive? If you add a little more money, you can buy two workstations. It would be great if you could give one to your brother."

"Dad, it was Yu Li's family who took the lion's share, and I also want to find her an easier job." Yan Jiecheng explained hurriedly.

Now Yan Bugui was silent, since it was not his money being spent anyway.

But Yan Jiecheng's next words made him feel uncomfortable again.

"Dad, I'm still short of 250 yuan. Can you lend me some money? I'll pay the interest."

"I think you are an idiot. How much did the Yu family pay?"

"Four hundred and five."

Yan Jiecheng told a little lie.

"Four hundred and fifty, eight hundred and fifty, so you already have six hundred. Isn't that enough to buy a nice workstation?"

"Dad, we don't have any now. The position of salesperson is hard to come by. This is one of the eight major positions, and it's in the Supply and Marketing Building. Just think about it, if my daughter-in-law works there, it will be very prestigious."

After Yan Jiecheng said this, Yan Bugui was actually a little tempted.

"Three percent interest, no bargaining."

Yan Bugui still remembered the scene when he borrowed money from Yan Jiecheng when he bought medicine last time, so he said.

"Dad, wasn't it always two points before?"

Even though it’s just a one-cent difference, it’s still an extra two dollars and fifty cents in interest per month.

"You can borrow it if you want."

"Lend it to me, I'll lend it to you, is that not all?" Yan Jiecheng quickly agreed.

"When you get a job, pay me back first."

"No problem!" Yan Jiecheng continued to agree. Yu Li's parents didn't pay any money in the first place.

As a result, Yan Bugui looked at the street stall behind him again.

"You also have to help me buy that little lump. That's what you just said."

"Okay! I'll buy it! But it can't be more than ten yuan." Yan Jiecheng gritted his teeth and agreed.

Yan Bugui was delighted. The old farmer only offered ten yuan, so he estimated that he could get it for five yuan.

I don't know what day it is today, but he gets 7.5 yuan in interest every month, gets a treasure for free, and has a daughter-in-law who works in the Supply and Marketing Building. It's a triple blessing.