After half an hour of thinking, the pressure of survival finally overwhelmed the concerns in his heart. Yang Feng decided to go to the Ming Dynasty to be a glorious second-death dealer. But the question came again. What could he bring to the Ming Dynasty from modern times without attracting the attention there?

Salt, tea, wine, ironware,...

Something flashed through Yang Feng's mind, but he then rejected it. It was not that these things were not profitable, but that Yang Feng knew that these things were controlled in any dynasty. People who dared to do these businesses were either run by the government or the court, or merchants with deep backgrounds dared to touch the transaction. He, a guy who came out of nowhere and didn't even have a way to attract them, would probably be in less than two days if he dared to touch these transactions.

"Fuck... I clearly have such a good opportunity in front of me, but I don't know what to get over. I'm really seeing a ghost."

Yang Feng raised his hand irritably and was about to slap the table, but when he raised his palm, he realized that the table that had been used for several years had just been slapped apart by him and was now lying in the garbage dump downstairs.

Just now, Yang Feng finally confirmed the fact that he had grown stronger. In order to verify this, he secretly punched the guardrail of the community. Yang Feng punched a punch with an iron guardrail half an inch thick, which caused quite a stir, and even the security guard was alarmed. Yang Feng was so scared that he quickly ran back to the rental house.

This was just an unexpected episode, but this accident also made Yang Feng confirm that his strength had improved greatly after returning from time to time. Naturally, no one would refuse such a good thing. Not only that, Yang Feng also found that his skin was much whiter than before. Yang Feng had worked hard in society for several years and suffered a lot. His skin was a little darker than ordinary people, but now it has become a little whiter. Needless to say, Yang Feng also knew that this must be related to his inexplicable increase in strength.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng couldn't help but pick up a mirror from the windowsill next to him and looked at it.

"Well... it's really a lot whiter, and it's a trend toward a novice face!" Someone nodded narcissistically, and then his movements suddenly froze.

"Mirror...Mirror...By the way, why didn't I expect it to be a mirror."

Yang Feng suddenly clapped his palms and patted his head in annoyance with surprise, "I'm really stupid. Why didn't I expect the mirror to be a rare thing in the Ming Dynasty, and it's a luxury item. If you get a batch of mirrors and transport them over, you should be able to make a lot of money."

Yang Feng's educational level is not high, but this does not mean that he has a narrow knowledge level. Although he has not been to college, it is not because his grades are not good, but because of changes in his family, he has to drop out of school early and go to work in society. On the contrary, Yang Feng's grades have never fallen out of the top three at the age of his original age. In the words of his class teacher, if Yang Feng had not dropped out of school midway due to family changes, he would have been a good seedling of Tsinghua and Peking University. In addition to having been in the society for so many years, it can be said that in addition to some professional knowledge in terms of human nature and mind, he is much better than many university graduates. He is only limited by a diploma and has been lingering at the bottom of society.

Thinking that doing it was Yang Feng's usual rule, after understanding this, Yang Feng took out his bank card and mobile phone and immediately left the door.

Chaoyang Market is the largest market near Yang Feng’s community. It has a very complete range of things. Basically, you can find them as long as you think of daily necessities here, and the things are cheaper than outside, so Yang Feng often comes here to buy things when he has nothing to do.

After Yang Feng arrived at the market, he went directly to a shop in the northeast corner of the market and shouted to a man lying on a lazy chair, "Zhang Sicheng, the urban management is here!"

"Ah...what? The urban management is here!"

It was interesting to say that as soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, the middle-aged man who had been sleeping like a dead pig jumped up like an electric shock. Because he jumped too hard, his head hit the door post next to him, making a dull "bang" sound, and he screamed in pain on the spot.

"Hahaha……"

When the man finally came to his senses, he found Yang Feng standing aside and smiling with his back and forth.

"Okay, Yang Feng, how dare you tease me like this. You kid are so conscience!" The middle-aged man, who was so angry that he gritted his teeth, punched Yang Feng in anger, but he was quite sensible and just grabbed Yang Feng's shoulder.

Yang Feng flashed, his left hand blocked his right hand and smiled, "Okay, okay, it's just a joke with you. Who knows that you are so sensitive, can you blame me?"

"Fuck you, don't blame anyone, can you blame me?"

Zhang Sicheng glared at him angrily, and was about to sit back on the chair, but Yang Feng was caught.

"Old Zhang, don't be too angry. I'm really going to talk to you about business this time."

"Talk a big deal, I don't know how to have a boy." Zhang Sicheng gave him a blank look: "What else can you ask me for? It's just one or two pots and pans. Take whatever you want, just put it on the counter after you finish it. I haven't slept last night. Let me tell you, don't disturb me to sleep, otherwise I'll be anxious with you!"

"Do you think I'll lie to you?"

Yang Feng didn't say anything nonsense, and took out a large stack of red banknotes from his pocket and shook them in front of Zhang Sicheng. Who is Zhang Sicheng? He glanced over and knew that Yang Feng had folded banknotes in his hand for at least tens of thousands of yuan, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Okay, you guy haven't seen him for a while, where have you made a fortune? Today I came to take care of my brother's business. Let's talk about what you want? Could it be that your guy wants to get married and buy decoration materials?"

"What?"

Yang Feng's head shook like a rattle: "I just want to buy you a batch of mirrors."

"You want to buy a mirror?"

Zhang Sicheng was so angry that he pointed at Yang Feng and scolded, "You bastard, you are sincere in finding me to be happy today. How much can a mirror be worth? It's only a few hundred yuan if you're going to die. Are you looking for me to be happy?"

"It's really not." Yang Feng touched his nose embarrassedly: "I really bought a mirror for you, and there are quite a lot of them. I guess the money is probably not enough."

"What you said is true?"

Seeing that Yang Feng was not joking, Zhang Sicheng couldn't help but look at Yang Feng carefully and couldn't help but joke: "It's true that I haven't seen you for a while. You have become a lot whiter and handsome, and you have learned to do business. But I want to remind you solemnly that it's not easy to take action like a big street product like mirror. Be careful not to sell so many goods at once and then you can smash it into your hands. Don't cry to me at that time."

When talking about it later, Zhang Sicheng's words couldn't help but feel a bit serious.

Yang Feng glanced at Zhang Sicheng. He could say that he was a relative or acquaintance with him, but the two of them had a better relationship in the past two years. Logically speaking, as a seller, he naturally wanted the other party to buy the better. As for whether the other party could sell it, it was not his business. Now he can still solemnly remind himself, which is enough to prove that he really cares about him.

He patted Zhang Sicheng's shoulder gratefully, and Yang Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I dare to buy so many goods, so I have already found the next one, at least I don't have to worry about sales. After all, I just got fired, so I have to find something to do."

"Are you fired?" Zhang Sicheng frowned, "Let's do this, I know several leaders of Dalitong. If you still want to know Dalitong to work, I can tell you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need."

Since he decided to become a second-hand dealer and get rich, how could Yang Feng be willing to go back to live a nine-to-five life? So he quickly refused with a smile. In order to divert Zhang Sicheng's attention, he said again: "Brother Zhang, you know a lot of people, I don't know if you can help me get a dog-leg knife to finish playing."

Zhang Sicheng was stunned, "Dog-legged knife? What do you want this thing for? This thing is a controlled knife."

"Control knives?" Yang Feng said disdainfully: "Now, even kitchen knives have to be made with real names. Could it be that you don't even sell kitchen knives?"

"Hey... you guy..."

It was late at night, and the guests of Laifu Inn had already fallen asleep. The waiter in charge of the night was lying on the tall counter and was sleeping soundly. His crystal drool was slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth to the table to form a small stall of water. Even the big yellow dog raised by the boss was lying beside him and sleeping, and the whole inn was silent.

I don’t know how long it took, the drooping ears of the big yellow dog who was sleeping suddenly stood up. Then the big yellow dog raised his head and looked at the second floor of the inn not far away, and a low roar came out of his mouth. The waiter who was awakened by the warning sound from the big yellow dog opened his eyes in a daze. After seeing the big yellow dog’s appearance, he impatiently patted the big yellow dog’s head and scolded: “Don’t make a noise, I will be hungry for you tomorrow.”

“Woo woo…”

After being photographed, the big yellow dog whimpered and then fell back with some reluctance. He leaned beside Gou Sheng, shook his head and looked at the guest room not far away with a little unwillingly, as if something suddenly popped up there.

A soft blue light suddenly lit up in the room on the second floor room that the waiter could not see. The light became more and more beautiful. After a few moments, when the blue light disappeared, Yang Feng, who was holding a bronze mirror in one hand and holding a grinding stone in the other hand, appeared in the room.

Yang Feng, who was wearing a modern outfit, shook his slightly dizzy head. He looked around and found a surprise smile on his face behind the big wooden box beside him.
Chapter completed!