After Wang Gang had eaten and drank at He Yuzhu's house, he went back to his room, leaving the two brothers and sister alone to chat.
Wang Gang touched He Yuzhu too much today. He wanted to have a long chat with his sister to resolve the misunderstandings over the years.
As for He Yuzhu's marriage, it was really inappropriate to talk about it tonight, so He Yuzhu asked Wang Gang to go back first.
After Wang Gang returned home, he rested for a while, then wrapped himself in a coat, put on a hat, covered his face with a scarf, and walked towards Pigeon Market.
After all, the Pigeon Market is still a black market and is not exposed to light. It is open at night every day and there are not many people during the day.
When Wang first arrived, there were already many people squatting there.
Today Wang Gang just strolled around to see if there was anything good in the market.
Most of the transactions in the pigeon market are based on food stamps, and there are very few transactions in meat.
Why Wang Gang's old hen could sell for 8 yuan back then was because there was less competition.
Wang Gang walked around for a while, but really didn't see anything good, so he thought about going back first and taking a look in two days.
But when he reached a stall, he suddenly stopped.
The stall owner came to see the business and greeted him warmly: "Brother, whatever are you interested in? Sister, I have everything."
The stall owner is a lady in her forties, wearing shabby clothes. The items on the stall are also quite strange, including some rosewood beads and canned stamps.
The cans were left over from the early war years. There was only one can, and it was probably expired long ago.
The rosewood beads are also old items, and the quilt is shiny with oil.
What really attracted Wang Gang was the stamp.
The stamps are not stamps issued after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but are items from the previous dynasty. They are a bit old, but are well preserved.
If Wang Gang read it correctly, the stamp may be the "Big Dragon Stamp".
If the stamps are real, that small stamp can buy an apartment in the Second Ring Road thirty or forty years later.
"Sister, how do you sell these cans?" Wang Gang knew the tricks of the pigeon market very well, and he couldn't let the seller know what he wanted, otherwise he would be ripped off.
"Brother, you really know the goods. This is Meidi's product seized from the north. It's delicious." The eldest sister came to see the business and introduced it enthusiastically.
"Is it true? Don't fool me?" Wang Gang said, pretending not to understand.
"Look what you said, my eldest sister has always been very honest when doing business. When have I ever deceived people? You can ask around in Pigeon Market. I, Niu Meilan, am the most honest in business."
Wang Gang also said this two days ago, true believers are stupid.
"Sister, the things you sell are quite miscellaneous. You sell everything?" Wang Gang picked up the string of rosewood beads and said.
"They are all old items from home. Take them out and see if anyone knows the goods." Niu Meilan said.
Wang just put down the wooden beads and picked up the stamps. After a casual glance, he put them down and said, "What is this? It doesn't look like something from after the founding of the People's Republic of China."
Niu Meilan smiled and said: "This is something my old man kept before. It seems to be a stamp from the Guangxu year. After the old man left, no one cared about it. Two days ago, I cleaned up the house and dug it out to see if it could be worth a lot of money.
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"Things from Guangxu's reign can't be used now! It's just a piece of paper." Wang Gang pursed his lips, stood up and was about to leave.
"Brother, don't leave! My canned goods are really good, more delicious than meat!" Niu Meilan saw that Wang Gang was about to leave, so she stopped him.
"At least give me a price!"
Wang Gang thought for a while and said: "The canned food and the string of wooden beads, together, make ten kilograms of white flour."
When Niu Meilan heard this, she was very happy. In Pigeon Market, white flour is more useful than money. Who is not short of food? She can exchange white flour for three or four yuan.
"Those wooden beads are old items and antiques. Ten pounds of white flour is too low." Niu Meilan said deliberately.
Wang Gang raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really an antique. You sold it to the supply and marketing cooperative a long time ago. Why are you still here?"
Niu Meilan smiled bitterly and said, "My old man had this bracelet consecrated by a master. It cost three oceans to buy it at that time."
Wang Gang said disdainfully: "In these days, food is more valuable than antiques."
Niu Meilan said: "Brother, I think you sincerely want to buy it, so be it! You can take everything here and just give me twenty kilograms of white flour."
The current price of white flour is 17 cents per pound, but that's the price with food stamps. If you don't have food stamps, you can buy white flour at Pigeon Market, which costs at least 32 cents per pound. If the operation is good, it can be more expensive.
Twenty pounds of white flour is worth at least six dollars and four, and expired cans are not worth even one dollar.
Wang Gang said disdainfully: "If you pack all these things, they are not worth twenty kilograms of white flour. I think it is at most fifteen kilograms of white flour. If you sincerely want to sell it, just sell it. If you don't want to sell it, forget it."
"No! Brother, my bracelet and stamps were treasured by my old man during his lifetime. They must be worth a few dollars." Niu Meilan became anxious upon hearing this.
Wang Gang chuckled and said, "If it's really valuable, why doesn't your old man sell it for food?"
Niu Meilan took Wang Gang's arm and said, "Brother, please give me more!"
"Forget it if you don't want to. I just want to buy a can to try it out. Why should I buy your bracelets and stamps?" Wang Gang shook his head and said.
Niu Meilan sighed: "Okay! Okay! Anyway, I'm not opening today. Since you like it, big brother, fifteen pounds is fifteen pounds, but it must be white flour!"
Wang Gang said: "Wait for me for a while, I will get the white noodles."
Niu Meilan nodded and said, "Go back quickly, I'll be waiting."
Wang Gang walked to the intersection, found a deserted place, took out fifteen kilograms of white noodles from the space, and then returned.
Niu Meilan took the white flour, checked it carefully, and dipped her fingers into some flour to taste it. Wang Gang thought that what he gave was not white flour, but white portion.
"Brother, this white flour seems to be new!" Niu Meilan smiled and put away the white flour, then packed up everything on the stall and handed it to Wang Gang.
Wang Gang took the baggage, put it under his armpit, and was ready to go home.
"Brother, walk slowly." Niu Meilan stopped Wang Gang again and said, "Do you have any white noodles? I can buy them with money."
Wang Gang thought for a while, there was indeed a lot of white noodles in the space, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to spend some money instead.
"What's your price?" Wang Gang asked.
"How about two and a half cents a pound?" Niu Meilan thought for a while and said.
"If it's less than 30 cents, I won't sell it." Wang Gang said firmly.
Niu Meilan felt happy again. With three cents per catty, she still made a lot of money.
"How much do you weigh?"
"At least a hundred." Wang Gang said.
Niu Meilan became eager. This was a big customer in front of her!
"Brother, tell me the truth. How many kilograms can you put out in total? I can eat as many big sisters as you want."
Wang Gang glanced at the space and then stretched out a finger.
"I want it, 30 cents per catty, any amount." Niu Meilan's eyes lit up.
She can earn dozens of dollars or even more by reselling a thousand pounds of white flour.
"When will you have the money ready?" Wang Gang asked.
"I'll go home and get the money. I'll be back in half an hour," Niu Meilan said.
"In half an hour, you go to the east wall of Pigeon Market and I will give you the goods."
