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Although we also grow cotton locally, the climate is not suitable for planting cotton, because although there are many cotton peaches in the early stage, but in the later rainy weather, the cotton peaches fall and rot, and the grade yield is not high.

Every family needs cotton, making quilts and clothes, shoes, making diaper pads for born children, etc., and borrowing space, her cotton quality is better than cotton, and she should be able to sell.

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Song Xiaoyue thought about it, but suddenly she was worried again, selling comics needs to be dried, and the only cash crop of their production team is cotton, with a total of more than 30 acres.

When picking cotton, a garden will be specially set aside to dry cotton, and the dried cotton will be pushed to the commune supply and marketing cooperatives to sell with a wheelbarrow.

Space can promote the growth of crops, but I don't know if I can dry cotton!

After arriving at the bus station in the county seat, Song Xiaoyue did not take the bus back to the countryside, but asked for the address of the black market here.

She plans to try to sell cotton that has not been dried, at a lower price, and those who buy it can dry it themselves.

Their place is too small, there is only one supply and marketing cooperative, and they sell miscellaneous things on weekdays, and cotton still gets such a big place.

In the past, her courage was slowly sharpened, when she was young, where did she dare to trade privately, she was afraid that she would be arrested if she was not careful, and she would have a name for speculation, and she would not be able to eat and walk around.

But the common people want to live, she only learned later that there is a private market, everyone buys and sells secretly, Song Xiaoyue only came into contact with the black market for the first time when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, and her first business was also done in the black market.

At that time, she sold chaff, earning a few cents and a few cents, don't look at the small single business, she could earn a few dimes when she was good all day, and a cup of soy milk was only a penny at that time.

The black market opens at three o'clock in the morning, and Song Xiaoyue needs to wait.

There are several black markets in the county, but she wants to go to the one in the west of the city, which is the safest, and there are countless alleys and alleys of all sizes, and the first time she enters it is like a maze.

Although she hasn't been caught, and she hasn't heard anyone get caught, it's better to be careful.

Stay in the space until nearly the early hours of the morning, three meals are solved in the space, when you are thirsty, you drink well water, when you are hungry, you eat cucumbers and corn you grow, although the taste of raw food is average, but you can't die of hunger.

At more than 20 o'clock in the morning, Song Xiaoyue walked into an alley with familiarity, and a middle-aged woman squatted next to the public toilet and looked at her curiously.

Song Xiaoyue continued to move forward, this woman was in charge of looking out for the wind, although I didn't know if it was useful.

In the depths of the alley is the open-air black market, where many people gesture or talk in low voices, selling soybean oil, as small as eggs, rapeseed oil, grain stamps, cloth stamps, and all kinds of bills, as large as bicycles.

Usually, people don't rush up to mention the transaction.

There are those who leave and reverse, there are those who keep looking back and forth, and there are those who turn their backs to each other and gesticulate, and everything goes on quietly.

In this way, when they come out again, no one knows whether the money or property has changed hands, and second, in the event of a surprise inspection, it is safe to continue running.

Song Xiaoyue watched people exchange food stamps, buyers and sellers both gestured with their hands, and the seller offered five cents.

The buyer didn't compare, and said softly, the real price of the package.

The other party quickly compared one with his left hand and three with his right hand, the buyer raised his head and stretched out a fist to cover half of it, and then the seller nodded slightly, and the two went to the darker alley.

These are all black words in the black market, and the food stamps just now were finally sold for two cents and five cents.

There is a purpose for coming here, no one is wandering around, although Song Xiaoyue's young age has attracted a lot of side eyes, but no one has come to ask.

She belonged to the first batch of people who went to the sea to do business, and many of her good friends of the same era made their fortunes on the black market.

However, it was ten years before she stepped into the black market for the first time, so there were no familiar faces present.

She walked around casually, there were people who sold cotton tickets, but there really wasn't anyone who sold cotton.

When she was strolling around, she really met people she knew in her previous life.

This person's name is Wang Yongfeng, and when everyone used to get together to drink tea and talk about business, what this person talked about the most was that he started doing business in his teens.

Now Song Xiaoyue, who started to do business in her teens after being reborn, met an old acquaintance and silently shouted in her heart: Fate!

Compared with the greasy middle-aged man with a small bald beer belly and a string of stars and moon Bodhi all day long, Wang Yongfeng is now like a thin monkey, only those eyes are slippery.

This person sticks a knife in your ribs when he is good, and stabs you twice when he is bad, he makes a fortune from building materials, so I don't know what he is doing at this age.

Because Wang Yongfeng likes to talk about his personal history, Song Xiaoyue suddenly remembered one thing, and she walked over with her eyes shining.

Wang Yongfeng's eyes were rolling, and he moved his position when he saw a thin little girl staring at him, but he didn't expect someone to follow.

"Hello, what are you selling?" asked Song Xiaoyue.

Wang Yongfeng was happy, this little girl is really funny, it is not fashionable to greet him like this here, he immediately decided that the person in front of him was coming for the first time, so he didn't want to deal with it.

"Go, go, it's none of your business. ”

"My father wants to buy your things, let me ask what kind of cigarettes you have. ”

Wang Yongfeng cautiously looked around, wanting to see which one was the little girl's parent, the people who came to him were all old acquaintances, and they knew that he sold cigarettes, and the eight or nine were not far from ten.

"Double happiness, flowers, golden leaves, golden monkeys, colorful butterflies, which one do you want" Wang Yongfeng quickly fished out a pack of green wrapper cigarettes, "and your abba said, there is a new product, this is called the 'big knife' brand, but only people above the platoon leader can smoke." ”

There are really a lot, Song Xiaoyue pretended to ask, "How to sell it?"

Wang Yongfeng said: "There are whole packages sold alone, and they are sold for one dime to five cents, and the purchase price of the whole package is also different, which one does your father want." ”

The price of everything on the black market is two or three times more expensive than the original price.

"Got it, I'll see what my dad means. Song Xiaoyue turned around and left.

Wang Yongfeng has dealt with everyone a lot, and when he heard this, he guessed that there was a chance that he would not be able to negotiate a deal, so he didn't take it to heart, so he was quite surprised to see Song Xiaoyue a few minutes later.

"My Abba said that you can't exchange things for something?"

She knows Wang Yongfeng too well, as long as she makes a little money, she will never give up, Wang Yongfeng is the person who has operated the most business in their group in her last life.

From selling eggs on the black market to selling tobacco and alcohol, and then selling women's things, selling discs... There are many types of businesses that can be operated, which can only prove that this person has an indomitable and loving spirit, but it does not mean that he is suitable for business.

In his previous life, Wang Yongfeng was deceived by the delicate wine trust when he was middle-aged, and Song Xiaoyue did not bluff in vain.

When he heard that it was a change of things, Wang Yongfeng was not very happy, but he still asked, "I am all valuable goods, and not everything can be exchanged." ”

"Cotton can't be changed. ”

Wang Yongfeng's eyes lit up, and it happened that he knew the cotton purchasing station, but when he thought that the cotton yield in this area was not good, his enthusiasm faded a lot.

"You take a look at the goods first. ”

Song Xiao handed the unprocessed cotton that had been prepared a long time ago to Wang Yongfeng.

Wang Yongfeng saw that the cotton was snow-white and had no impurities, and he felt a little bottom in his heart, put it in his hand and rubbed it, his face was already happy, and then he started to draw the silk, and grinned after seeing the long cotton wool.

"This can't be done, your cotton hasn't been dried, and no one wants it to sell it now. Wang Yongfeng handed the cotton back again, looked at it reluctantly, but said disgusting words.

Song Xiaoyue said: "If such a good cotton is sunburned and sold here, if you don't buy it, someone will naturally buy it, and I will have to see what to change before making a decision." Song Xiaoyue did not show weakness at all.

Wang Yongfeng looked at the girl in front of him, she was thin and didn't look like a child from a rich family, she looked very good, her forehead was full, her apricot eyes were up, and her nose was meaty, which was quite simple.

These words must have been taught by adults, and he searched around again, but he still didn't see anyone like Song Xiaoyue's elders.

If it weren't for someone else's teaching, a little girl could talk about business so calmly?

"The quality of your cotton is really good, but this year's market is generally not good, no matter how good the cotton is to the purchase station, you have to press down the grade, the first level of cotton is said to be the second grade.... In this way, I will suffer a little loss, and I will open the door to a good fortune. ”

Wang Yongfeng compared the number to Song Xiaoyue, and said, "If you have a lot of cotton, and it is all of the same quality just now, I can make some profits." ”

Song Xiaoyue smiled, "Big brother, now the policy is unified pricing, unified purchase and unified sales, you set it three cents higher than the unified pricing, which one is the benefit?"

This year's cotton output is generally the cotton farmers who set the cotton price in a unified manner, and sell all of them to the public in accordance with the prescribed purchase price, excluding the part that pays agricultural taxes and the necessary part for their own use, which is called unified purchasing, and the state will supply the collected cotton to the demand departments and enterprises in a planned manner according to the prescribed quantity and price, which is called unified sales.

Song Xiaoyue has a clear heart and will not be fooled by Wang Yongfeng.

Wang Yongfeng sighed in his heart, what he said just now may have been taught by an adult, but now no one can teach these few words, this kid is obviously an insider, and it is not interesting to flicker around.

"So how many goods do you have? Wang Yongfeng said.

Song Xiaoyue said with a straight face: "As long as you give enough money, you can have as much as you want." ”

Wang Yongfeng was happy, and just wanted to educate children to seek truth from facts and not to talk big, so he listened to Song Xiaoyue say slowly.

"It's not a problem to sell two hundred catties first. ”

Wang Yongfeng grinned with a stupid face, he heard it right just now, this kind of first-class quality cotton... Two hundred pounds.

If he had money, he would buy all the two hundred catties and sell them to the villagers at the purchasing station, this is the rhythm of making a fortune.

But he doesn't have that much money!

"Now you have said how much money you have, or how much smoke you can barter. Song Xiaoyue said with a smile.

Wang Yongfeng didn't answer, but kicked the ball back again, "I have to look at the goods first." ”

Now that the sky is gradually dawning, the people who came to buy things are leaving one after another.

Song Xiaoyue made a gesture, Wang Yongfeng nodded clearly, asked the old brother selling eggs next door to help look at the stall, and then followed Song Xiaoyue out of the alley.

Song Xiaoyue was still wearing the clothes given by Grandma Su, and she only needed to rely on her mind to take things from the space.

When she reached the corner where no one was around, Song Xiaoyue took out more cotton this time, the size of a man's palm.

Wang Yongfeng drew a few matches, carefully checked them according to the method just now, and burned a strand of cotton to smell the smell.

First-class cotton, proper first-class cotton.

"One hundred catties, but the price of the acquisition must be lower than the unified price of the public, this is the rule, you have to make us a profit." ”

Song Xiaoyue knew that Wang Yongfeng had reservations, and said: "This kind of good business is rare, or I will help you keep another 100 catties of cotton, if you return the funds within three months, I will sell you the 100 catties, but the price cannot be low, let's go according to the public price." ”

Wang Yongfeng is entangled, such a good cotton must not be sold, but now he has all his net worth, and he has to borrow money to buy a hundred catties.

If the funds are returned after the cotton is sold, he is happy to continue to do business with Song Xiaoyue and purchase the remaining cotton.

There are more rich people on the black market than him, even if they don't sell it to themselves, Song Xiaoyue can still sell it as long as she goes to squat for two or three more days.

Wang Yongfeng was very moved.

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"What kind of deal will be made after the negotiation is completed?" Wang Yongfeng asked.

Song Xiaoyue smiled, "There are so many things, of course, I can set a place that you think is appropriate and I can accept it." ”

Wang Yongfeng thought for a while, "I have a friend who is very reliable and lives in seclusion, or is it their house?"

Song Xiaoyue's eyes flashed, Wang Yongfeng's friend, nine times out of ten, is 'the one'.

"Where's your family? I'll take you to the stepping spot first. Wang Yongfeng asked again.

Song Xiaoyue said in an old-fashioned manner: "I am fully responsible for this matter, and many things are not easy to come forward." ”

Wang Yongfeng knew that this little girl who suddenly appeared would make sense!

Now the control of cotton as a cash crop is very strict, which ordinary farmer can have 200 catties of first-class cotton at home, but if someone behind it is manipulated, then everything can be explained.

But looking for a child to do these things, I really don't know what the big guys behind them think.

Song Xiaoyue deliberately led Wang Yongfeng to think in this direction, first, to explain the origin of cotton, and second, Wang Yongfeng is a smart person who knows what not to ask.

At this time, there were gradually pedestrians on the road, and Song Xiaoyue didn't sleep all night, but she was very excited to talk about business, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Wang Yongfeng invited Song Xiaoyue to eat oil tea noodles for breakfast, and introduced himself while eating.

"My name is Wang Yongfeng. ”

He started doing business at a very young age, developed a set of interpersonal skills, and knew that many people could not bully the poor of young people, but in private he was a rich peasant!

There are also some people who may be poor now, but it is difficult to guarantee that they will be developed in many years, and there are many icing on the cake, and those who send charcoal in the snow will be remembered.

Wang Yongfeng's life creed is to never miss the opportunity to make friends, even if it is an inverted night incense, one day you can use it!

The little girl in front of her is a hundred catties of first-class cotton as soon as she makes a move, even if she is doing things for others, it is already remarkable to start doing business at a young age.

"They all call me Yueyue. "Song Xiaoyue is not stupid, it will take another 20 years for the ID card system to be fully promoted, and you can take your name as you like.

"Okay, I'll call you Yueyue. Wang Yongfeng didn't pursue it, and went down the steps.

Song Xiaoyue likes to associate with this kind of person, no matter how much he has a crooked mind, anyway, it is good to be harmonious on the surface.

After eating, Wang Yongfeng took Song Xiaoyue to a row of small earthen houses.

In the city this year, all the people who live in the city are small earthen houses, each family is only about 20 square meters, and the earthen houses that Wang Yongfeng brought Song Xiaoyue here are considered large.

Wang Yongfeng knocked on the door, three short and one long, this is a secret signal, and the people in the house will know it when they hear it.

The person who came to open the door was a tall and thin young man, with half-long hair tied to the back of his head, a bit of a decadent rocker.

In recent years, the Beatles have been very popular in society, and from a distance it looks like a mushroom on his head, and this man obviously has not cut his hair even if he has grown it.

"Which one is this. ”

The man spoke, and Song Xiaoyue added another point in her heart, Mandarin with a bit of dialect pronunciation, which is very good.

"Friends. ”

"This is Song Xiaoyue, he is Ren Nanyang"

After a brief introduction, Wang Yongfeng took the lead in stepping into the courtyard.

There was no one else in the earth house, and Wang Yongfeng briefly introduced the situation to Ren Nanyang.

Song Xiaoyue gave the cotton sample to Ren Nanyang again.

In memory, Ren Nanyang's family background is not an ordinary person, if it is placed in ancient times, he will be rich and rival the eldest young master of the country, so there is no need to explain at all, his appreciation ability is much better than Wang Yongfeng, but it is a pity that he was born in the wrong era, the richer he was in the past, the more miserable he is now.

Sure enough, Ren Nanyang was first surprised when he touched the cotton, and then admired it.

"Good things, how did you get them?" Ren Nanyang was also moved, he is now relying on some antiques left by his ancestors, these years antiques don't make money, people are going to starve to death, where how many people sell antiques, and those who have money to buy should be low-key.

Ren Nanyang's business is a typical business that does not open for three years, and eats for three years at a time.

Wang Yongfeng quietly turned Ren Nanyang, the first rule of trading in the black market is not to ask the origin of things, they behave so unprofessionally, if this little girl goes back and tells the big boss, it will be difficult for the seller to cooperate in the future!

Ren Nanyang thought of this question in hindsight and stopped his mouth.

Song Xiaoyue didn't hear this question, and read the price to Ren Nanyang for Wang Yongfeng.

Ren Nanyang looked at Wang Yongfeng: "Brother, there is money to earn together." ”

Wang Yongfeng said angrily: "Don't worry, Yueyue has a lot of goods!"

。 "No, how could you .....," Ren Nanyang asked in surprise.

This time, Wang Yongfeng didn't remind him, and directly covered Ren Nanyang's mouth without opening any pot.

"You just say how much you want, don't ask for the rest. Wang Yongfeng said.

"I know, I know....." Ren Nanyang calculated his belongings, "Thirty catties"

He was injured with a bunch of antiques, but no spare money.

"You don't have a lot of things that you can barter. "Wang Yongfeng still thinks about his good friends.

In these years, people can't eat enough, and no one can look at antiques.

However, Wang Yongfeng also suddenly thought of a question, and hurriedly asked Song Xiaoyue: "Do you only accept cigarettes and alcohol, or do you accept everything?"

"Of course, you can't take everything, you have to look at the goods. Song Xiaoyue blinked and said with a smile.