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Chapter 956 Then change it

Under the dark night, Chu Heng and his group walked silently through the city, and the dim yellow street lights made their shadows grow longer.

About twenty minutes later.

They came out of the city and arrived near the urban-rural juncture.

Chu Heng, who was familiar with the road, led Wan Xiaotian and others into the small road, hid the bicycles, then each carried the things on the car, and walked towards the pigeon market.

They were not alone along the way. As soon as they got onto the main road, they saw pedestrians walking in twos and threes towards the urban-rural fringe. However, most of these people were empty-handed, and it was rare to see people carrying goods.

Not long after.

When Chu Heng and the others arrived at the Pigeon Market, the situation was similar to last time, with lights twinkling and wandering figures, like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

"The pigeon market in this small place is much more lively than that in Sijiu City."

Yan Muze looked at the crowded market and was slightly surprised.

"A small place has its advantages." Chu Heng smiled and shook his neck, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, feeling like he was going home.

After all, he has always been a frequent visitor to the pigeon market.

"Let's go."

He waved to Wan Xiaotian and others who were slightly nervous beside him, and led them into the pigeon market.

Because I came a little late, the relatively good stalls at the entrance of the market were already occupied at this time, but Chu Heng and the others didn't choose this one. The smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alley. What they sell is grain, so they don't have to worry about no one buying it.

, the quality of the stall will not have much impact.

After walking and stopping along the way, they finally chose a fairly spacious stall in the middle of the market and stopped.

"Put the tarp on first."

Yan Muze was experienced and led Wan Xiaotian and others to set up the stall under Chu Heng's instruction.

A tarpaulin was spread on the ground, and jars of food and oil were placed on it. No one was greeting customers. A group of people squatted behind the stall and smoked quietly.

After waiting for a while, someone discovered this food stall.

He is a middle-aged man, wearing gray work clothes that have been washed white, and his palms are very rough. You can tell that he is a big worker.

The workers these days are all wealthy people. After Wan Xiaotian took a moment to look at them, he went over to say hello.

Yan Muze quickly grabbed him and said helplessly: "Master Tian, ​​have you forgotten what I told you? We don't want to entertain customers here."

"Are you talking too much? I'm just stretching my legs." Wan Xiaotian glared at him, squatted down again, raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man who was sticking out his buttocks and looking at the goods on the stall.

“They are all super rich and powerful fans!”

The man looked at the two flour bags and couldn't help but was speechless. Then he quickly retracted his hands into his sleeves and handed them to Wan Xiaotian: "Comrade, how do you sell Fu Qiang powder?"

Wan Xiaotian quickly stretched out his hand according to the previous rehearsal with Yan Muze, stuffed it into the man's sleeve with a nervous expression, and awkwardly gestured with the price.

After a while, the man's eyes lit up and he quickly took out a cloth bag from his bag and said, "For this price, give me ten pounds!"

"Taozi, hurry up, load ten pounds of Fuqiang powder for this big brother." Wan Xiaotian was overjoyed and quickly asked his younger brother to load the goods.

The young man named Tao Zi did this for the first time. He hurriedly took the bag and loaded it with grain for him. However, because he was inexperienced and didn't know how to handle it, he weighed it after loading it and actually loaded it with fifteen kilograms.

, so he quickly scooped out the bowl and worked for a while before weighing out the food.

"Here you go!" Taozi, sweating profusely, handed over the grain bag.

"Thanks."

The man took the bag, handed it over a big solidarity card, turned around and left.

"That's five yuan earned?"

Wan Xiaotian took the money and looked at it again and again. His smiling eyes were gone. At the same time, he felt a little unreal. The money came so easily.

He hadn't been happy for long when another guest came. When Chu Heng saw that he was still holding the money and giggling, he raised his hand and slapped him: "Hurry up, someone is here."

"Alas."

Wan Xiaotian hurriedly put the money in his pocket and went to greet the guests.

After a while, the customer left with twenty kilograms of stick noodles.

Wan Xiaotian didn't even have time to take a breath after collecting the money. Several more customers came over one after another, making him very busy.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Nearly half of the grain they brought has been sold, but the cooking oil is a bit low, with only five kilograms sold so far.

"Master Chu! It's two hundred yuan!" Wan Xiaotian clutched a thick wad of banknotes, his face flushed with excitement. Although only ten yuan was his, it was not too little.

You know, most of them are apprentices, and their monthly salary is less than 20 yuan. If they sell all the goods today, one day's harvest will be worth their one day's salary!

And this is just testing the waters!

If it is open for sale, it will cost fifty for a day, and one thousand and five for a month!

Sent!

I'm going to send it off!

Wan Xiaotian was so excited that his whole body was shaking.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

At this moment, a group of men came from not far away, led by Mazi.

He has been doing business as a second-hand dealer in the market, and his main business is grain. He just heard that someone was selling grain, and the price was lower than his, so he brought his brother over to see which one it was.

Bastards dare to break the rules.

Now that food prices are getting higher day by day, their profits are not much. In addition, if there are still people on the other side asking for random prices, how can they still do this business?

Therefore, we must set off this group of people and let them know what the rules are!

After a while, Mazi and his younger brother came to Chu Heng's stall. He glanced at the food on the stall and was about to say a few words when he saw Wan Xiaotian squatting in front of the stall counting money. Then he raised his eyes.

I saw Chu Heng smoking in the back again.

Damn it!

Why are they?

Mazi felt a pain in his heart. He knew that this rule could not be established today, so he was very puzzled. Why would a big man like Chu Heng come here to sell food?

"Are you just fucking lowering prices here?"

At this time, a younger brother behind him who didn't know Chu Heng rushed up. Without saying a word, he reached out to grab a piece of grain and wanted to shake it up.

Mazi was so frightened that his face changed. He turned around and kicked the boy away.

"Get out of here!"

Immediately, he quickly took out his cigarette, trotted up to Chu Heng, nodded and bowed and said: "Master Chu, when did you come back? Why didn't you say hello? We didn't agree. If you come again, I will buy you a drink."

of."

"I just arrived today and I haven't had time to look for you yet." Chu Heng took the cigarette with a smile and glanced at the person he brought with him: "What do you mean?"

"this……"

Mazi smacked his lips with a wry smile, and said hesitantly: "We heard that someone was cutting prices randomly and breaking the rules, so we came over to take a look."

"Rules? What rules?" Chu Heng looked calm.

In order to survive, Mazi could only bite the bullet and said: "We, the grain sellers, have made our own rules. We all set a unified price so that we can all make a profit. Otherwise, if you lower it a little, I will lower it a little more."

In the end, the deal became impossible."

"Then change it."

Chu Heng blew out the cigarette with a smile, but his tone was very domineering: "From today on, my rules are the rules!"

Although there is an old saying that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, but when the dragon reaches a certain level, this old saying is useless!


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