"Who are you?" The scarred young man's face became very ugly.
Dare to draw a gun, naturally he is not an ordinary person, but Zhang Junping's behavior is not like Lei Zi.
Leizi is a slang term for the police.
"The Katolev pistol, called the May 1st pistol in our country, is loaded with eight rounds.
There are thirteen of you, do you want to give it a try?" Zhang Junping continued to tease the scarred young man.
In addition to being a buyer, Zhang Junping is also a backbone of the militia. Because he is mainly responsible for business in the Northeast, Xu Shaomin specially obtained a gun license for him for his safety.
"This little brother, his subordinates are ignorant and offended." A middle-aged man in his thirties walked out of the crowd.
"Are you the Third Master?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare! It's all because of the praise of Taoists!
Just call me Lin San!" Lin San politely raised his hands and cupped his fists.
"Third Master is so arrogant. It's not easy to meet you. You can pass five levels and kill six generals!" Zhang Junping said with a chuckle.
"This is all a misunderstanding!
I wonder if you are looking for me for advice?" Lin San was very polite, mainly because he was not sure about Zhang Junping's approach.
Anyone who dares to use guns in BJ is either a fool, someone with a big background, or simply someone with official status.
No matter how you look at Zhang Junping, he looks like a green man with a dazed head.
Therefore, Lin San, who was unsure about Zhang Junping's heel, was very polite to Zhang Junping.
A stubborn man like Lin San is usually very arrogant, but he also knows who he is right with.
The kind of stubborn man who treats everyone as the boss or the second child will not live long.
"I want to discuss a business deal with you, but your people don't seem to welcome me."
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Please come this way!" Lin San politely extended his hand to invite.
It turns out that Lin San's hometown is in this alley.
Zhang Junping put away his pistol and followed Lin San into a courtyard house.
This courtyard looks deserted from the outside, but there is something special inside.
Lin San had tidied up very well, and the furniture and furnishings in the house were all available.
There is an Eight Immortals table in the hall, with two Taishi chairs on both sides.
There are four armchairs placed against the walls on both sides, and there is a small coffee table between the two armchairs.
After entering the room, he asked Zhang Junping to sit on the grand master's chair, and then asked: "What is your name?"
"My surname is Zhang!" Zhang Junping sat on the Taishi chair and said the surname carelessly.
That attitude, as if telling the other person a last name is already a great gift.
"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang!
I wonder what business Mr. Zhang is talking about?" Lin San said as he handed Zhang Junping a cigarette.
"Oh! Not bad! Mr. San is quite wild. He can even get the special cigarettes in Haizi." Zhang Junping took the cigarette, took a look, and joked with a smile.
"Don't dare, don't dare! I got a pack of cigarettes from my eldest brother to show off.
If Mr. Zhang hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have been willing to take it out." Lin Sanlue said modestly.
Lin San took out the special supply cigarettes to test Zhang Junping's heel. After all, ordinary people had never seen the special supply cigarettes.
If Zhang Junping can't recognize that this is Haizili's special cigarette, then don't leave today.
There is no shortage of innocent souls in Caishikou.
In addition, I told Zhang Junping that I am not a rootless person. My backer lives in Haizi, and I asked you if you are afraid.
Zhang Junping's performance made Lin San even more afraid to take it easy.
"Two businesses, one is going to collect votes, your brother has already taken the money, just give me that amount and exchange it for national food stamps!"
"No problem! This is for you!" Lin San said and winked at his subordinates, and someone immediately went to prepare food stamps.
"On the other hand, I have a batch of fungus and hazel mushrooms, as well as some dried pheasants, rabbits, bacon and so on.
I just walked around and there was a fungus in the market, the cheapest one cost 20 cents a pound.
I'll give you 15 cents per catty, dried pheasants and rabbits for one dollar each, and bacon eight cents per catty.
I have about 10,000 jins of fungus and 10,000 jins of hazelnut mushrooms, hundreds of dried pheasants and rabbits, and four to five hundred jins of bacon. I wonder if you can eat them?"
"Can you take a look at the goods first?"
"These are samples, all of the same quality!" Zhang Junping said, taking out a handful of fungus and a handful of hazelnut mushrooms from his bag and placing them on the table.
"Monkey, your hometown is in the Northeast. Go and see what Mr. Zhang's things are like." Lin San said to a long-faced young man next to him.
The long-faced young man stepped forward, picked up the fungus and hazelnut mushrooms, looked at them, and nodded to Lin San, "Sir, these are good products, very authentic."
"How does Mr. Zhang plan to trade?"
Zhang Junping is a little funny, the fungus he sells actually looks like that.
"Let's do it tonight! I'll tell you the trading location tonight.
After you finish inspecting the goods, I will come over tomorrow morning to get the money." Zhang Junping said casually.
The more casual Zhang Junping said, the less Lin San dared to take it lightly.
At this time, Zhang Junping dared to give the goods first and then collect the money. Lin San was more cautious. Before he could figure out Zhang Junping's origin, Lin San did not dare to be negligent at all.
At this time, a fat man walked in and handed Lin San a military green satchel.
Military green satchels are absolutely popular in this era.
Whoever has such a bag and carries it out will feel no less like carrying an LV bag on the street in future generations.
"Master Zhang, your request is too urgent, and you also need national food stamps. I really can't get enough for you.
It's only a thousand dollars.
Do you need any other tickets?" Lin San was a little embarrassed and smiled sarcastically at Zhang Junping.
Lin San felt a little embarrassed because he couldn't even get three thousand yuan in food stamps.
"I also want you to exchange all the payment for national food stamps!
Forget it, just one thousand!
Give me the rest and exchange it for alcohol and cigarette tickets.
If you can get this cigarette, you can also get the top."
"Master Zhang, you are joking, this cigarette is just a box and a half given to my eldest brother for doing some work.
How could I possibly get this cigarette?"
"It's okay, I just said casually, if I can get it, I'll charge it according to the market price plus 50%."
If Lin San could really get Haizili's special cigarettes, not to mention the 50% premium, Zhang Junping would pay double the premium.
This cigarette is a passport on certain occasions.
"This... Master Zhang, I can't guarantee it. I can only say that I will try my best." Faced with temptation, Lin San did not dare to agree, so he only said to give it a try.
If the market price is increased by 50%, the big brother behind him should also be moved, right?
Because there was too much difference and he didn't know what votes Zhang Junping needed, Lin San simply took out all his votes and let Zhang Junping choose.
Zhang Junping picked out all the drinking and cigarette tickets.
In total, I took more than 100 bottles of Jiannanchun, more than 50 bottles of Wuliangye, more than 30 bottles of Maotai, and 20 bottles of Soft China.
He didn't need anything else, so in the end Lin San could only reluctantly return 1,500 yuan to Zhang Junping.
"I still want to trouble Third Master. If you have any drinking or cigarette tickets in the future, keep them for me." Zhang Junping confessed again before leaving.
As for why there are not enough votes, Zhang Junping doesn't believe it at all.
In such a big pigeon market, the national food stamps worth 3,000 yuan are not enough?
joke.
Unfortunately, Zhang Junping suddenly showed up forcefully, and Lin San couldn't figure out his whereabouts, so he had reservations.
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After leaving the courtyard, Zhang Junping bought an old hen from the pigeon market, then got on his bike and headed home.
It's almost noon. Let's go home and have something to eat. I have other things to do in the afternoon.
