Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The Xixiang Development Zone at night is more prosperous than during the day.

The three- and four-story low-rise buildings can only be said to be average if you only look at the exterior, but with all kinds of lighting, it becomes more atmospheric.

Newly opened private restaurants, dance halls and bowling alleys, desperate ideas attract people.

Suppliers and purchasers from all over the Xixiang Development Zone are holding a lot of banknotes to fill the boring time.

Workers who only got off work at six or seven o'clock went into the night market in the alley and the surrounding small shops one after another. Their salary is not low, but they work hard and they are still cautious in spending money.

The clothes brought back from the coastal area through the family’s shoulders were not treated specially. Find a big hanger and hang it on both sides of the road, and a light bulb on it would be considered a counter.

The big hangers used to be made of wood. Later, some people made the footing with steel, and it became popular in the night market. Everyone learned it.

Later, the hanger rods were replaced with steel pipe rods to reduce the replacement of vulnerable parts.

Selling clothes in the night market is very profitable, ranging from three to fifty to two to three hundred, all of which are like stealing money. No one wants to make less of this day's money. For this reason, it’s not a big deal to spend ten dollars on a steel pipe.

However, the new street stalls do not have this preparation. Many people actually spread their clothes on the floor and sell them, and the difference is immediately obvious.

Women workers with money in their hands are now reluctant to buy clothes on this kind of stalls, glanced at them, and passed by happily.

On the contrary, it is a foreigner who doesn't care whether it is a stall or a clothes rack, and strolls around with great interest.

"Is the boss here to buy the goods, or to deliver the goods?" The stall owner who set up a stall at the end of the street didn't seem to be paying attention to his stall.

"When you come to the night market, you must be shopping." The person who was asked was a middle-aged man who was not very happy. If he hadn't talked about Hong Kong, he wouldn't really care about him.

"Do you have sildenafil in your hand?" Without further temptation, the stall owner lowered his voice and said.

The middle-aged man gave a "Huh" and laughed: "What's the matter, you still want to sell it on the street stall?"

The stall owner shook his head, but said: "Twelve yuan a pill, as much as you want."

"My name is Han Feiming, what do you call it?" The middle-aged man became a little concerned. Don't look at it as a street stall. The clothes on the stall are worth several thousand yuan. If you want to buy sildenafil, you can really buy it.

The stall owner smiled and said, "My name is Wang, that's Wang Zhong."

Wang Zhong sounded like a pseudonym. Han Feiming was not too happy to straighten up, and said, "It's not sincere. Someone at the back of the alley collects RMB 13."

The alley refers to the bank alley.

In the era without the Internet, all walks of life usually have some spontaneous gathering places, so that people can find the people and things they want without searching.

People who sell stamps and sell foreign exchange often like to be active in the alleys in front of the bank. This is mainly for people who trade these things, inevitably going to and from the bank.

In the Xixiang Development Zone today, few people play stamp foreign exchange, and the alleys are occupied by people reselling medicines.

As the supply of Huarui decreases, the quotations in the alley are getting higher and higher. Of course, 13 yuan is still relatively rare.

The stall owner Wang Zhong stood up with Han Feiming and said, "14 yuan."

Speaking directly with money, Han Feiming's faint dissatisfaction disappeared immediately.

Han Feiming hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why are you receiving the goods here, 14 yuan, some people in the alley will deliver them to you."

One medicine makes more than four yuan, and one box of medicine makes more than one thousand. This price is higher than the outside selling price, and Han Feiming feels that it is really abnormal.

Wang Zhong said: "I want you to collect it for me."

"What do you mean?" Han Feiming guessed but didn't say it.

"Go to the alley, or collect sildenafil wherever you want. As long as the goods are genuine, I will give you 14 yuan per pill." Wang Zhong said: "If you have the ability, you can send 1,000 boxes a day, and I can also receive it. under."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Wang Zhong said: "Those who have time to come to the night market do not have much business."

"You want to find a small business." Han Feiming said, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "You're pretty good at choosing a place. Then you might as well stand in the alley and ask people, why buy so many clothes and leave them alone. "

"Clothes are also goods. You want money, or you want goods." Wang Zhong stared at Han Feiming, stroked in the air with his hands, and said: "Clothes are shipped in, medicines are shipped out."

Han Feiming's heart was shocked: "You are doing it..."

Wang Zhong looked at Han Feiming without speaking.

Han Feiming had actually guessed something, and after a trial, he fell silent.

"If you do, call me." The stall owner stuffed Han Feiming a note and pushed him again.

Han Feiming walked two steps along the flow of people, then turned around, and saw that Wang Zhong had already begun to observe other people.

Han Feiming was relieved to find that he was not the only choice for the other party.

He didn't want to go shopping anymore, holding the note back to the room, and then slowly unfolding it, it turned out to be a phone number.

"14 yuan each..." Han Feiming muttered to himself, frowning tightly.

If it was 12 yuan or 13 yuan, it would be a one-time transaction. The big deal, he would sell the bill of lading he saved to the other party, and that was all.

14 yuan is different~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now in the alley, the highest price of sildenafil is 13 yuan, which means he can make 1 yuan per medicine and 300 yuan per box. It's still a rough business.

However, Han Feiming felt a little troublesome when thinking of the other side's origin.

Smuggling is nothing new, but he was originally a business man, should he be involved in it?

Han Feiming was lying on the bed, tangled, and fell asleep dimly late at night.

...

Faced with sildenafil, Haydn was not at all entangled.

"Give me one." Haydn looked at the diamond-shaped blue pill on the table, his eyes shining.

"Have you eaten?" the friend asked with a grin.

"Sidenafil? It was done by the Nobel Prize winner." Haydn had actually seen it twice. However, the two experiences gave him a great shock.

"Is one enough?" The friend was not stingy, and passed the sildenafil worth tens of dollars to Haydn.

Haydn drank Martini, grinning, and said, "I want two!"

"Then I'll only have three." The colleagues are not to be left behind.

Haydn laughed twice and said, "Do you know what the greatest benefit of this thing is?"

"Make you harder?" A word came from the corner, causing several people to laugh.

Haydn shook his head: "That's why you can't stand up."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Haydn proudly raised the cup and said, "I tell you, the most powerful thing about this thing is to reduce the time between the two. It used to take 20 minutes to do it again, now 10 minutes is enough..."

Everyone listened with piercing energy, and they couldn't help but look at the tabletop if they hadn't used it before.

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