"Boss, Wang Rong's gang has been a little strange lately. ”

A few days later, Dongzi approached Yao Wen to report the news he had gathered.

"What's a strange method?" Yao Wen has been a little uncomfortable being idle at home recently, he was returned by the army and was trained by his parents, and he couldn't find a job, and he was bored.

"They all accepted reservations before, but now they don't accept them, saying that they are out of stock, and they won't do it when they sell out of hand!" Dongzi said.

"Is it possible that it is really out of stock?" asked Yao Wen.

"Impossible!" Dongzi denied: "The in-demand goods may be out of stock for a period of time, but it is impossible to be short of all the goods, let alone stop doing it in the future." ”

"And what do you think is the reason?"

"I don't know. Dongzi shook his head, "But no matter what, it's a good thing for us!

The more Dongzi spoke, the more excited he became, he rolled up his sleeves, "In this way, we don't have to fight with Zhong Yuemin and them!"

"What you say makes sense!" Yao Wen immediately got up from the bed, "Hurry up and let Binzi and a few of them come over, now it's our turn to make money!"

"Hey!" Dongzi should come down.

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"Ermao, why are there only so many?" Dayong rummaged through Ermao's schoolbag, "Didn't you have a schoolbag of food stamps, cloth stamps, and meat stamps?"

Ermao said: "I can't get in and out for a while, of course it's getting less and less! I can tell you, I don't make money if I give you these tickets, but Yuemin and the fat man asked, but it has nothing to do with me!"

"Don't worry, I won't betray you!" Dayong slammed his chest, "It's just ······ money"

"What's wrong with the money?" Ermao said suspiciously: "Let's talk about paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other!"

Dayong sneered: "Don't worry, the money will definitely be given to you, this is it······ This ······"

"What is this? You mean!" Ermao said hurriedly.

"I've been a little tight lately, so be lenient with me for a little time, can you succeed?" Dayong said cautiously.

"Isn't that right?" Ermaohu said suspiciously, "Why don't you tell the third master that you are short of money?"

"If I go to get the money, the third master will definitely get to the bottom of it, it's not easy for me to tell others about this!" Dayong explained, "Ermao, don't ask, just tolerate me for a few days, I'll be the first to pay you back the money after I buy it!"

Ermao was soft-hearted, and when he saw that Dayong, who was usually arrogant, said a little bit, he couldn't bear it, so he simply said: "Okay, when will you have enough money to pay me back, if you are still short of money, I still have some here, you can take it too!"

As he spoke, Ermao began to take out his trouser pockets, and took out all the scattered money in his two trouser pockets to give it to Dayong.

"Ermao, good brother!" Da Yong's eyes immediately turned red, but he still excused himself: "I can't ask for this money, and your family's burden is not light, so you should take it yourself." ”

"Brother Dayong, take it, this is what I earned today, and there are still thirty yuan a month at home, which is enough!" Ermao insisted on stuffing the money into Dayong's pocket.

Dayong couldn't refuse, so he had to continue and look elsewhere for a long time before he stopped the tears in his eyes.

Ermao just pretended not to see it, "Brother Dayong, I'll leave if it's okay." ”

"Don't go!" Dayong hurriedly stopped: "You can't teach me, how do you do this?"

"It's very simple, buy low and sell high, you can make money!" Ermao yawned, stayed up half the night, was really sleepy, and wanted to go back early to make up for sleep.

"Buy low and sell high?" Dayong pondered, thinking that this matter was also simple, so he simply let Ermao go.

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"Yuemin!" Director Song found Zhong Yuemin enthusiastically early in the morning, "Come, eat candy!"

Director Song took out a large handful of candy from his two pockets and stuffed it to Zhong Yuemin, Zhong Yuemin couldn't put down his two hands, so he simply carried them in his sweatshirt.

"Director Song, you are in good spirits on a happy occasion!" Zhong Yuemin said with a smile.

"Yes!" Director Song said happily: "The bastard boy in our family finally married his daughter-in-law, and I put down a big stone in my heart." ”

"Then it's time to wish you an early hug of your grandson!" Zhong Yuemin complimented.

"I hope so. I asked you to come yesterday, but you have to come! When I went back, my wife complained about you, you said you!" Director Song pointed at Zhong Yuemin and said angrily.

Zhong Yuemin said: "The people who went yesterday were all big leaders in the department, why did I go as a small staff, what do you say?"

"Also, it's not comfortable for you to go!" Director Song nodded, "Then you want to go to have a meal with me at one o'clock tonight, and your aunt said that she will treat you alone today!"

Zhong Yuemin was flattered, "You and your aunt are too polite!

"You and your friend helped us get two permanent bicycles, still men's and women's, and your aunt and I don't know how to thank you!" Director Song said: "You have to go back with me today no matter what, otherwise your aunt won't be able to spare me tonight!"

"What you said is serious!" Zhong Yuemin smiled: "Then I might as well be respectful!"

"Okay, after work in a while, you can go with me, don't go missing!" Director Song said happily.

"Don't worry!" Zhong Yuemin replied.

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"Dayong, are you determined to oppose me?" asked Binzi as he pushed through the people surrounding Dayong.

"You are really strange, we are all pouring food stamps, you do your business, I do my business, what do you mean me to go against you?" Dayong was not timid at all, and instead beckoned to others: "Collect food stamps, cloth stamps, meat stamps, bicycle stamps, and oil stamps at high prices, and those who have children at home who want to get married and want to hold a banquet and buy bicycles are coming to me!"

His shouting really attracted a lot of people.

It stands to reason that there shouldn't be a call in the ghost market, Dayong himself knows that he is mainly for anger, and on the other hand, he is about to close the stall, and he doesn't care a little.

Seeing Dayong's appearance, Binzi really walked away indignantly.

Dayong actually found out earlier that Yao Wen, Binzi and Dongzi were doing this business, but the ghost market is not opened by one, and if you can do it yourself, others can do it, so Dayong didn't say anything.

Recently, Wang Rong and these people collectively disappeared from the market after selling out the goods, which disappointed the sellers who came to visit, but fortunately, there is still Dayong on the side of Daliushu, although they can't buy the real thing, they can buy tickets.

With the foundation laid by Ermao before, as well as the connections he had saved by selling bicycles and food, Dayong's business has always been the best in the ghost market.

Binzi must have been guilty of red eye disease this time, they just started to do it, there are few types of bills on hand, there are few people who come to buy, and the business is extremely bleak.

"Binzi, what did He Dayong say?" Yao Wen hugged his arms, looked at the crowded place, and said coldly.

"People have good business and don't care about me at all. Binzi said.

Yao Wen was surprised: "What's the matter, he doesn't want to join forces with us?"

Binzi was a little weak-hearted, so he could only stubbornly say: "He refused to agree, and deliberately shouted in front of me!"

"How can this be reasonable!" Yao Wen said angrily.

Binzi asked, "Boss, what should we do then?" If we continue like this, we are afraid that we will lose money. ”

Yao Wen also shuddered when he heard it, they had no supply, they could only learn to pour bills, the starting capital was pieced together by a few people, and now they are all about to run out, and they can't make any more money, but they really have to drink the northwest wind.

Dongzi came back with his head shrunk at this time.

"Dongzi, how are you doing over there?" asked Binzi.

"I've been squatting for half a night, and it hasn't opened until now!" Dongzi cried with a sad face, "I don't want a penny per catty of food stamps, so I have to go to He Dayong to buy it, what kind of evil do you say these people have fallen into?!"

"This ghost market, the people who come to buy and sell, are all sneaky, only trust acquaintances, and the living people want to do business and have to boil!" An old man who was selling white steamed buns at a stall next to him heard them speak and responded with a smile.

"What are you doing old man, I want you to be nosy!" Dongzi scolded in a rage.

The old man didn't reply, a bastard boy of this age was the most unafraid, maybe he could beat him, and he would simply carry the basket and go elsewhere.

"Wait!" Yao Wen interrupted.

The old man who sold steamed buns still wanted to leave, but he was dragged by Binzi and scolded: "Let you stop, you are deaf?!"

"The ears are really bad······ The old man saw that several people were fierce and evil, and he secretly regretted that he should not have taken their words too much.

Yao Wen smiled: "Eavesdropping on us just now, doesn't it look like you have bad ears?"

"My ears are also for a while!" the old man sneered.

"You don't have fun with me, I have something to ask you, you can be honest, otherwise ······" Yao Wen lifted the white cloth, picked up a white steamed bun, and divided it into two halves: "I'll lift your stall!"

"I said, I said, I just kept my mouth shut, but I can't lift it!" begged the old man.

"It's up to you whether you lift it or not. Yao Wen took a bite of the steamed bun, don't say it, the steamed bun made by this old man is really fragrant.

"Ask, I'll tell you the truth. The old man said.

Binzi saw that his boss was eating well, and also took a steamed bun, "You must tell the truth, otherwise you will open your stall!"

"Yes, answer our boss's question honestly!" Dongzi also looked hungry, and also took a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

The old man saw that his flesh hurt, but he didn't dare to stop it, so he had to nod vigorously: "I must tell the truth." ”

"When did this big willow ghost market start?" Yao Wen looked at Binzi and Dongzi, who were eating with relish, and felt that they were really a little bit of a loss of points, but couldn't help but take another bite of the steamed bun.

"After the middle of last autumn's harvest, there were people from the village who came to sell eggs and duck eggs, and at that time, there were people from the city who came to buy them on bicycles, and later there were people who came to sell the vegetables and grain grown there······ The old man introduced.

"Don't talk about this, just say when that He Dayong and their gang are here!" Yao Wen was impatient with the old man's chatter and asked directly.

The old man squinted his eyes, as if thinking.

Yao Wen urged: "Hurry up?!"

"I haven't opened it today, the steamed bun costs six cents a piece, do you see if it's ······?" The old man stretched out his hand.

"Hey, do you really dare to ask us for money?!" Dongzi shouted: "We can afford to eat a few steamed buns from you, I'll tell you!"

"Six. You want to eat one for each person, and I don't ask you for money, but I have eaten six steamed buns, and my heart is really in pain, and I don't know anything when my heart hurts! Don't ask me!" the old man said.

"Why are there only six?" Yao Wen asked, "Didn't I just eat one?"

"You've only eaten one. The old man pointed to Binzi and Dongzi and said, "The two of them have eaten several while we are talking, he has eaten two, and this one has eaten three!"

Binzi and Dongzi were eating steamed buns, and they were a little embarrassed by the old man's words, and they were just about to scold the old man, but they were stopped by Yao Wen.

Yao Wen glared at the two of them and said to the old man, "Who said we don't give money?"

"Three cents six. The old man said.

Yao Wen was swallowed half to death, took out a five-cent ticket directly from his pocket, and threw it to the old man, "Don't look for it!"

The old man didn't dislike it, picked up the money on the ground, and thanked him a thousand times!

"Do you think about it now?" Yao Wen asked coldly.

"I remembered, I remembered!" the old man smiled and said: "Wang Rong and He Dayong came here a few years ago, and they also brought up the market here after they came, and I heard that they also have stalls in Chaoyangmen and Panjiayuan. ”

"Then why is He Dayong the only one left now?"

"I don't know about that. The old man shook his head, "He Dayong used to sell goods, and it was Ermao who sold bills, and I don't know why He Dayong sells bills now, Ermao is gone, and even Wang Rong and a few of them are gone." ”

"Okay, you old boy, I think you're just trying to hide it from me!" Yao Wen suddenly became difficult, and he was about to beat him by the collar of the old man's coat.

Binzi and Dongzi were taken aback by the sudden outburst of their boss, and after reacting, they also came up to beat the old man.

The old man really cried this time, "I really don't know! I have said everything I know! I am a farmer, but I dare not lie to you!"

Yao Wen let go of his hand, "You are still a farmer? If you make steamed buns in private and sell them, you are taking the capitalist road! I don't think you are a good person! Get out of here!"

"I'll get out, I'll get out!" the old man picked up his burden and ran.

"The boss is so majestic!" Dongzi patted his ass.

"Your brain is in the water, isn't it? What is the prestige of bullying an old man?" Yao Wen glanced at Dongzi incredulously, and Dongzi was embarrassed.

Binzi said: "Boss, this is deceiving that old man! It seems that this old man is telling the truth!"

"Hmm! Yao Wen nodded.

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After the old man selling steamed buns walked away, he spat in the back, "You are the capitalists! Everyone has a bad conscience! Bully me such an old man!"

The old man scolded for a while and laughed, and said to himself: "This time, I can ask Wang Rong's kid for money, and the task he asked me to monitor is also completed!

As he spoke, the old man carried his burden and disappeared into the morning fog of BJ City.