Siheyuan: Occupy the Purchasing Department and make a fortune

Qin Huairu was so angry that she left. Sha Zhu glared at her immediately, but his co-workers kept urging him to get food, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being.

But he had already begun to doubt Han Weimin's character.

Dare to confront Sister Qin?

You are not a good person!

Sister Qin is kind enough to wash your clothes, but you are not happy?

I don’t have this blessing.

This kid is going too far.

Sha Zhu's attitude towards Han Weimin has undergone a major reversal.

Han Weimin didn't care about these situations at all.

If I offend Qin Huairu, Sha Zhu, this bootlicker, will definitely turn against me in the future.

It's just a matter of time.

When Wu Fang saw that the misunderstanding between Han Weimin and Qin Huairu was resolved, a smile appeared on her face again.

"Doctor Han, your neighbor is quite welcoming. He even wants to wash your clothes for you."

Han Weimin said: "She wants to take a shower, but her husband won't let her."

Wu Fang was surprised and asked, "Oh, there is a man here?"

"How dare you wash clothes for another man?"

"awesome."

Han Weimin agreed: "That's right."

Wu Fang took a bite of rice and said, "Doctor Han, if you have dirty clothes, give them to me and I will wash them for you."

"I'm good at washing clothes."

Han Weimin glanced at Wu Fang's delicate hands.

How can these be working hands?

I'm afraid the dishes haven't been washed.

If Han Weimin guessed correctly, Wu Fang should be the child of a high-ranking official.

In this era, those who can become doctors are not from farming families, but basically have some background.

"Doctor Wu, is this true?"

"Are your hands too delicate?"

When Wu Fang saw that Han Weimin had seen through her, her cheeks suddenly turned red and she quickly pulled her hands back.

Han Weimin couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

......

in the afternoon.

A total of five patients came to see Han Weimin for treatment.

After curing these five patients, Han Weimin gained 80 merit points.

At this time, his total merit has reached 230 points.

Created the highest peak in history.

Dean Hou had originally told him that he could leave work early if nothing else mattered.

So, seeing that there were no more patients, Han Weimin’s mind sank into the Merit Mall.

"Huazi cigarettes, exchange!"

“Eight!”

He exchanged 10 cartons of cigarettes at one time.

It only cost 20 points of merit.

According to the market price, a pack of Huazi costs 6 yuan.

These 10 pieces of Huazi cost 60 yuan.

The only problem now is how to sell these ten Huazi.

however.

In this era, it is illegal to do business privately.

If you get caught, you will have to spend at least a few years in jail.

However, the pigeon market is prepared for this.

Nothing is absolute.

Some things must be traded in order to circulate.

Just like how President Hou bought these cigarettes, it was also through buying and selling.

But at this time, Han Weimin thought of a more exciting way to play.

"What if I could directly exchange merit for money?"

"Add the People's Currency to the Merit Mall and redeem it directly with Merit, which will save a lot of trouble."

He took out a one-yuan bill, and with an idea in mind, he began to communicate with the Merit Mall.

"Ding, paper money found, do you want to join the Merit Mall?"

Han Weimin was very surprised.

But what puzzled him was that he had taken money in his hands before, so why was there no system prompt?

Is money a special item that requires an active communication system?

It's like a hidden attribute that players need to actively discover.

"join in!"

Han Weimin's mind moved, and the banknotes were directly added to the Merit Mall.

"Ding, one yuan of RMB was added successfully, worth 1 point of merit."

Han Weimin couldn't help but feel pain.

“This price...is actually 1:1.”

But he changed his mind and thought that even so, he could earn more than 100 points of merit every day, which could be directly exchanged for 100 yuan.

This speed of making money is probably unprecedented.

However, it is still more cost-effective to sell Huazi.

If Huazi is converted into money and exchanged for merit points, the exchange ratio reaches 3:1.

It is three times the amount before direct exchange.

"Let's sell Huazi first."

Han Weimin put on the canvas bag, and with a thought, the three Chinese dumplings were already in the bag.

He walked quickly towards the pigeon market.

The pigeon market is still crowded and lively.

He wandered around the market for a long time, but he didn't know who to sell to or how to attract customers.

He felt it was too low to ask everyone one by one.

Not long after, Han Weimin saw a man selling cigarettes on a bicycle.

He decisively stopped the man.

This is a man in his thirties, with slightly dark skin and a stubbled face, but his smile is very warm.

Seeing Han Weimin calling him, the man smiled and said, "Brother, what kind of cigarettes do you want?"

Han Weimin asked, "How much is Huazi?"

The man smiled, picked up a bag and said, "Brother, you know what's good."

"6 cents a pack."

Han Weimin asked, "Will you take the cigarettes?"

The man thought about it for a moment and soon understood.

These days, some people have started reselling gifts.

There are many people who, after being given cigarettes, do not smoke them themselves but sell them instead.

"Yes, but the price will be lower than my retail price."

In this era, all kinds of materials are in short supply.'

You need tickets to buy many things.

You can't buy it without a ticket.

So if these cigarette dealers can receive cigarettes, they will be very happy.

After all, you can get supplies without a ticket.

This can make him a lot of money.

Han Weimin took out three cigarettes, placed them in front of the man, and said calmly, "Name your price."

The man was very surprised.

I didn't expect Han Weimin could take out three packs of cigarettes at once.

Every time he went out, he only brought one or two packs of each cigarette.

"Four dollars and fifty cents a piece."

"Three for thirteen dollars and a half."

The cigarette dealer keeps the price very low.

Han Weimin said, "Add 15 cents for each, a total of yuan."

"This way you can make three bucks if you sell it."

"This stuff is a scarce commodity and sells very well."

"You should know."

Han Weimin didn't know whether Huazi was scarce or not. He just relied on his experience that all materials were in short supply in this era.

Then Huazi must be scarce.

The cigarette seller thought for a moment and agreed decisively: "Okay. Fifteen is fifteen."

He took out a stack of Mao Zedong's banknotes from his pocket, pulled out a Great Unity banknote, and then took out five one-yuan Mao Zedong's banknotes and handed them to Han Weimin.

"My name is Zhong Haiyang, you can just call me Haiyang."

"Brother, you can give me any goods you have in the future."

“Absolutely safe and reliable.”

Han Weimin couldn't help but smile: "Okay."

"I have three more in a minute, do you want to take them?"

Zhong Haiyang was stunned.

"Hiss...Brother, what do you do? You are quite rich."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Don't worry about it."

"You can accept it or not."

Zhong Haiyang gritted his teeth and said, "Take it. As long as you bring it to me, I will take it."

Han Weimin nodded: "It's a deal."

Han Weimin turned around and left the pigeon market. He found a secluded place and walked around. On a whim, he put another three packs of cigarettes into his canvas bag.

Soon, he arrived at the agreed place between the two.

Zhong Haiyang said with a smile: "Brother, that's fast enough."

"Where's the stuff?"

Han Weimin patted the canvas bag.

Then, he took out the three Huazi.