The clothing wholesale market in Yangcheng is not far from the train station.

These days, most wholesale markets are close to railway transportation hubs. Without a convenient transportation system to support bulk commodity transactions, the cost is very high.

After getting off the bus, Guan Haiyang did not go to the wholesale market immediately. Instead, he asked Lu Yushan and Du Xia to wait for him at the exit while he and Sister Zhang bought return tickets first.

But as soon as she walked out of the station, Sister Zhang let out an exclamation.

Guan Haiyang had quick eyes and quick hands. He took two quick steps and grabbed the half-sized boy by the back of his collar.

The other party didn't expect him to react so quickly, and he was taken down to the ground and fell on all fours.

Guan Haiyang snatched the bag from his hand and gave it back to the pale Sister Zhang.

The boy on the ground gave him a sharp look, and was about to get angry, but when he saw the police coming towards him, he quickly got into the crowd.

Sister Zhang's heart was beating fast and she hugged the bag and thanked Guan Haiyang.

If the bag was snatched away, she would suffer a huge loss.

Waving his hand, Guan Haiyang said with a smile: "Not to mention you taking such good care of us on the road, even if a stranger is robbed, I can't just watch it! Let's go buy a ticket quickly, you have to watch your bag carefully."

Sister Zhang didn't know how to be careful. She used to be very cautious by herself, but this time it was because someone was talking together and she relaxed a little and someone took advantage of her.

After queuing for a long time, Sister Zhang's tickets were successfully purchased. She will not return until next year, so the tickets are naturally easy to buy.

Tickets for Guan Haiyang are hard to come by.

There were too many people in front of the ticket booth, and Sister Zhang couldn't help, so the two of them could only say goodbye in a hurry.

Seeing Guan Haiyang's disappointed look, a young man next to him came up to him, pulled him aside, and asked quietly: "Didn't you buy a ticket?"

Guan Haiyang turned around and saw a guy in his mid-20s with a pockmarked long face. His eyes were sneaking around, as if the question just now didn't come from his mouth.

This is an encounter with scalpers.

In this era of underdeveloped transportation, train transportation capacity is seriously insufficient, and the railway transportation system has to face a number of people returning home that are several times or even dozens of times higher than the transportation capacity standard.

The ticket to return home during the Chinese New Year is really more valuable than gold.

How could scalpers miss this opportunity to make a fortune?

They will organize people to queue up to buy tickets in advance, and then sell them in large quantities two or three days before departure.

In order to be able to go home and reunite with their relatives, many people have to bear with them and spend a month's salary to buy tickets from scalpers at prices several times higher than the face value.

Guan Haiyang asked in a low voice: "Do you have a ticket to Jiangcheng?"

The long-faced pockmarked man came over with his head lowered and said in a dull voice: "Two hundred tickets, hard seat."

"Holy shit!"

Guan Haiyang scolded his mother directly. He had seen cruel people, but never such cruel people. He really treated him like a fat sheep.

Guan Haiyang turned around and left.

The long-faced pockmarked man quickly followed up and grabbed his arm: "It can be discussed, it can be discussed."

Guan Haiyang thought for a while and asked directly in Yangcheng dialect: "Sleeper berths, one hundred per berth, if it works, just take it."

When the long-faced pockmarked man saw a tender-faced man with a fair face and a tall and thin figure, he looked like he was not a local. He wanted to kill him, but he didn't expect him to speak the local dialect so fluently, so he misjudged him.

Guan Haiyang later worked in the port city for nearly three years, and he had already learned the Yangcheng dialect thoroughly.

"One hundred and two, no more."

Mazi's eyes were firm. If the price was lower than this price, he would still make a profit, but there were still several days before driving, so he had room for buffer.

Guan Haiyang estimated that no matter how cheap it was, it would only cost 10 or 8 yuan, Guan Haiyang did not bargain any more and finalized the deal.

"Come with me."

Mazi led the way in a low voice.

Ticket dealers generally don't hold all the tickets in their hands, as the risk of being caught is too high.

"Wait a minute, I have two companions, I have to call them."

Guan Haiyang didn't dare to get separated from Du Xia and Lu Yushan in this place.

There are no mobile phones these days, so if you get lost, you can't be contacted.

Mazi was a little impatient and told him to hurry up.

Guan Haiyang trotted to the exit and called Lu Yushan and Du Xia up.

Following Mazi, he walked through the streets and alleys, passing through a dilapidated alley with twists and turns, and came to a tin house.

"Wait here, I'll go get the tickets."

Mazi gave them an order, turned around the tin room and disappeared.

Looking at the dilapidated environment around her, Lu Yushan felt a little uneasy and whispered: "Why is this place so messy?"

Of course it is chaotic, Guan Haiyang said in his heart.

This place will be a mixed bag even after the millennium.

Back then, he was running business here, and he could hear gunshots from time to time in the middle of the night when he lived in a village in the city.

"They are afraid of being caught, so naturally they have to hide a little bit. Don't worry, they are just ticket dealers."

Guan Haiyang comforted Lu Yushan's little heart.

But to be honest, if it weren't for Du Xia, just him and Lu Yushan, he would never dare to follow Mazi to this place.

Public security in Yangcheng has always been a big problem in the 1980s and even the 1990s.

Cutting off parcels, stealing, robbing, defrauding, cheating, blackmailing, selling counterfeit tickets, buying and selling by force, etc. are all happening here countless times every day.

Stealing does not lead to robbery. Some people's gold earrings were torn off and their earlobes were torn. Some people woke up from a nap while sleeping on the roadside and found that the money in their underwear was missing.

After being caught by plainclothes, the thief used a wooden stick to fight with the police.

Some people were grabbed and asked for money. They called a public phone and were asked for hundreds of dollars but did not dare to say anything. Some people were even sold to Hong Kong City to be piglets.

The long-faced pockmarked man probably didn't have any good intentions when he led them to such a deep place.

Sure enough, after waiting for five or six minutes, Mazi did not appear, but several young men with sticks appeared at the entrance of the alley behind them.

Du Xia calmly protected Lu Yushan behind him, while Guan Haiyang watched the corner of the tin house warily.

When the entrance to the alley was blocked, Mazi disappeared from behind the tin house.

Guan Haiyang looked at Mazi and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say you would bring us here to buy tickets?"

Mazi came closer, raised the train ticket in his hand, patted Guan Haiyang on the shoulder, and smiled disdainfully: "In business, of course you keep your word, but the ticket prices are going to rise.

A rise."

"How much?"

Guan Haiyang asked.

Mazi was stunned, then smiled and said: "My little brother is quite knowledgeable. In this way, one ticket will cost two thousand..."

Before he could say the word "thousand", Mazi felt something flash before his eyes.

When he lowered his head again, he saw that the ticket in his hand was already in the opponent's hand.

"What the heck!"

He has been a gangster for so many years, but he has never seen such a tough guy.

Raising your hand is a slap.

"Pa", Mazi was dizzy, and a clear palm print emerged from his slightly dark cheek.

He was a little confused.

What the fuck is going on?

What's going on? Of course it was a sneak attack by Guan Haiyang!

The younger brother holding a stick behind him saw this and rushed over, shouting.

With a quick movement, Mazi took out a half-foot-long dagger from behind and stabbed Guan Haiyang hard in the chest.

Guan Haiyang did not retreat but advanced. He snatched the dagger back with one wrong hand and knocked it on Mazi's forehead.

A red envelope the size of a quail egg suddenly bulged on his already uneven forehead.

Mazi was stunned for the second time.

There were shouts and curses coming from behind, but Guan Haiyang was not worried at all.

The alley was already narrow, and Lu Yushan was sandwiched between him and Du Xia. Before breaking through Du Xia's barrier, there was no problem with Lu Yushan's safety.

Can a gangster with a stick break through Du Xia's guard?

Just kidding, if you turn around with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, it won't be enough to see whether you are an iron pipe or a steel pipe.

After only three or two rounds, Mazi's younger brothers were lying on the floor.

Mazi opened his mouth wide.

Who the hell did this god come from? Even the Siberian tiger running rampant in the train station is not so capable!

Looking at Guan Haiyang's fierce eyes, Mazi immediately softened: "Brother, brother, if you have anything to say, please speak it out."

Guan Haiyang grabbed his collar: "Didn't I speak properly? Think about it, who didn't speak properly? Just now you said how much a ticket is?"

Mazi rolled his eyes and said with an apologetic smile: "I said something wrong. A ticket costs two yuan, two yuan!"

"No!" Guan Haiyang still refused to let go.

Mazi hurriedly said: "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you as an apology for being blind and blind."

Guan Haiyang still shook his head.

Mazi was dumbfounded now. What on earth is this kid going to do?
Chapter completed!