The tractor master slowed down slightly and asked nervously: "What should I do?"
Lin Mai said decisively: "Rush over!"
No matter whether this woman is a trap or she really needs help, she cannot stop.
If it was a trap and they stopped to help her, they would definitely be robbed by the robbers hiding on the roadside.
Even if this woman really needs help, they can only do nothing to save her.
Because if this woman wasn't acting, she was also harmed by gangsters. If they went to save her, wouldn't they be setting themselves up for trouble?
When the tractor master saw the woman blocking his way, he hesitated and said, "Rush over? What should I do if I hit her?"
Lin Mai looked stern: "She clearly saw us rushing toward her, but she didn't let us go. Who can blame us? I will be responsible for anything that happens!"
Don't be afraid if someone is responsible.
The tractor master gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.
The woman was so frightened that she quickly ducked to the side. The tractor rumbled and emitted black smoke, and lurched away like an old monster from Montenegro.
At this time, seven or eight men emerged from the grass beside the road and looked angrily at the tractor that quickly disappeared into the darkness before dawn.
One of the men said afterward: "You shouldn't have used a honey trap. You should have just rushed up to pick up the car."
A tractor is no better than a truck and has a limited speed. As long as you have good physical strength and agility, you can get on the truck and carry out the robbery.
The group of men left cursing.
As soon as six o'clock passed, there was a glimmer of light in the sky, and the national highway became relatively safe, and no strange things happened in the rest of the journey.
At around 8:30, Lin Mai and the tractor master arrived at a black market near Hankou Railway Station safely.
There are only a few vendors selling things on the black market, and not many customers buying things.
Vendors who sell goods will not come to set up stalls if they cannot find supplies. Customers who came to the black market yesterday could not buy anything, and today they did not come.
All those who came were middle- and high-income earners whose families were in urgent need of New Year supplies and came to try their luck.
Even if low-income earners are short of New Year goods, they will not go to the black market to buy them because they have no money.
Seeing that the black market was deserted, the tractor master was a little worried for Lin Mai: "There are no people around, how can you sell these chickens and eggs?"
Lin Mai didn't expect this to happen, so he thought for a moment and said, "Try setting up a stall here, but it's really impossible to sell on the street."
Although it is very risky to sell on the street, you can't just throw these goods away.
Once the eggs are laid, there is no need to sell them in a hurry.
But these more than a thousand chickens and a few sheep will starve to death after being left alone for a week. They have to find a way to get rid of them no matter what, and they can only get rid of them within these two days.
Because these chickens and sheep can only be sold at a high price during the New Year, and not many people buy chickens after the New Year. Let alone selling them at a high price, even if they are sold at a low price, it is difficult to sell them.
If you sell it after the new year, you will lose money!
It was agreed yesterday that the tractor master would accompany Lin Mai for half a day of business, mainly to help her look at the market, and the salary would be ten yuan.
Therefore, the tractor master followed Lin Mai's request and found a conspicuous location on the black market to stop the tractor.
Lin Mai gave him two yuan and more than a pound of food stamps, and asked him to help buy six meat buns. The two of them hadn't had breakfast yet.
The tractor master took the money and food stamps to buy steamed buns from a state-owned snack shop. Lin Mai put two baskets of chickens in flat poultry baskets and placed them next to the tractor and shouted loudly.
Before even shouting twice, a few customers immediately gathered around her, and their eyes lit up when they saw that she really had chickens for sale.
He couldn't wait to ask: "How do you sell these chickens?"
"The price for roosters and hens is the same, two yuan a pound."
Lin Mai didn't want to set two prices and it would be troublesome to calculate the accounts.
Someone saw a lot of chickens on the tractor and wanted to make a counter-offer: "It's cheaper, one dollar and a half per catty."
Lin Mai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm sorry, the purchase price of these chickens is only one yuan and a half catty, which is not easy to get.
I still have to pay for the freight to transport it to the city, and I have to take risks on the way, so I won’t bargain."
A customer explained the stakes to her: "Today is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. If you can't sell it, won't all these chickens be lost? You might as well sell them to us cheaply."
Other customers echoed this.
Lin Mai pretended to be a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. He spread his hands and said, "Even if it breaks my hand, I won't sell it cheaply."
Isn't it just to compete with each other? Come on, be pretentious!
At this time, the tractor master came back after buying steamed buns. He first gave her the unused money and food stamps, and then divided her into three steaming steamed buns.
Lin Mai only wanted two.
The portions of steamed buns in this era are very generous. If you buy two or two, you will definitely not miss a penny.
Two buns were four taels, so she was not only full, but also full. Three buns were too much for her.
It was a rare occasion for the tractor master to eat meat buns, and he was very happy to be able to eat one more. He stood aside eating the buns and watching Lin Mai doing business.
Lin Mai ignored the customers who refused to give up and were still haggling, and ate the steamed buns calmly.
Some customers left angrily when they saw this, while others hesitated for a while, then squatted helplessly in front of the basket and started picking chickens.
Seeing this, Lin Mai ate the buns three times, five by two, and said to the tractor master: "Uncle, can you help me lift the eggs?"
The uncle put the uneaten buns in his pocket and carried a basket of eggs down with her.
As soon as the eggs were brought down, more customers were attracted immediately, and everyone asked him how to sell his eggs.
"One dollar for fifty, no bargaining."
The tractor master was startled, this girl really dared to ask for a price!
On the black market, an egg usually only costs five cents, and ten eggs only cost fifty cents, but now ten eggs are sold for one dollar and a half.
It's better to buy chickens. Chickens usually cost RMB 1.50 per catty, but now they have risen to RMB 2 per catty. The increase is not as big as that of eggs. It is more cost-effective to buy chickens.
Among the dozen or so customers, you buy one and I buy two. Lin Mai sold dozens of chickens at once.
The tractor master nearby was so surprised that he almost forgot to eat the steamed buns. He didn't expect that the people in the city were so rich that they were willing to buy chickens for two yuan a pound.
In their countryside, even during the Chinese New Year, a hen can be sold for about one yuan and two, which is pretty good.
A provincial capital is a provincial capital.
Those customers who failed to bargain just now did not go far, but just walked around the black market and watched.
Seeing that others have already started buying chickens, and some people buy two at a time, I can't help but panic, for fear that I won't be able to buy them again if I don't buy them again.
So I folded everything back and honestly bought one or two chickens for two yuan a pound.
Originally, there were not many people buying things on the black market, but those who bought chickens spread the news that there were chickens for sale in such and such a black market after they went home.
In less than an hour, more and more customers came to buy chickens, and Lin Mai couldn't handle it alone.
The tractor master had already finished eating the buns, so he helped her sell the chickens.
By three o'clock in the afternoon, all the hens were sold out, leaving only a few dozen roosters.
The tractor master thought Linmai was going to cut the price, but he didn't expect that she was still charging two yuan a pound.