After breakfast, Brother Slag and I went to the flea market in Hexi, which is being rebuilt in the north of the city and is expected to be completed next year.

"Do you order your own goods and see what's missing?"

Brother Slag handed me a key to the warehouse, when I went home before, Brother Slag helped me move the goods to the warehouse in Hexi, and I was very pleased to have such a sincere friend.

But there are too many words to thank you, I smiled, took the key in the hand of the scumbag, and found my own warehouse, as soon as the door opened, a sour smell came to my face, I frowned, and covered my nose with my hand.

I haven't been out of the stall for a long time, although the warehouse is full of clothing goods, but I haven't seen the sun for a long time, and it is dark and damp, and there are many small shirts and shorts that have become moldy, exuding a bad smell.

I found a small cart, pushed all the goods in the warehouse outside, in a well-lit open space, spread a layer of plastic sheeting, spread the clothes on it, and some daily necessities, I scrubbed them with rags, put them in woven bags, and prepared to start the stall tomorrow.

"It's better to wash it, this won't work, even if it's dried, it will smell."

Brother Scumbag stood behind me with his hands behind his back, a cigarette in his mouth, and said stupidly.

"When you're done washing, it's wrinkled, can it be the same as new clothes?"

I looked at the clothes all over the floor with mixed feelings.

"It's okay to dry clean, don't wash with water, there are a few dry cleaners around here, you pick out the moldy and smelly clothes, put them in a bag, and send them to be cleaned."

Brother scumbag squatted down, picked out the sour-smelling clothes on the ground, frowned and said: "If you want to mix from the flea market, you have to manage it carefully, if you run around every day and are not punctual, it will definitely not work." ”

I lowered my head in shame and pursed my lips: "This time I must go out of the stall steadily, there was really something important some time ago that I couldn't get out." ”

"Got things done now?"

Brother Scumbag stared at me with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Well, everything is done, and Xiao Qing's wedding is over."

"If you kid is not diligent in the best season, it will be difficult to do business in the winter."

Brother Scumbag stood up and looked back at his shop, there were sparse cars and horses in front of the door, and there were really few customers.

"Hurry up, you go find a few woven bags, I'll pick out clothes for you here."

Brother Scumbag threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and after coughing a few times, he began to pick out clothes.

It took us almost a morning to stuff all the moldy and smelly clothes into woven bags, there were seven or eight bags, I secretly thought to myself, if these clothes were sent to the dry cleaners, it would be a lot of expenses, thinking of this, I began to hate myself, if I just started to do business in a down-to-earth manner, I don't have to trouble now, there is no regret medicine in the world, you have to bear the sins you made, no one will clean up the mess for you.

Brother Slag needs to see the stall at noon, all the bags need to be sent to the dry cleaner by me, there is no other means of transportation, only this small cart, I walked back and forth three times, before all the woven bags were completely transported.

A middle-aged woman helped me order all the goods, she had messy hair, was wearing beige overalls, dark yellow skin, a pair of triangular eyes, single eyelids, bloated, and when she bent down to order, she was sweating profusely, and stood up from time to time to beat her waist.

"Eldest sister, how much do you think it costs to dry clean these clothes?"

The goods had all been ordered, and the middle-aged woman sat on the side of the counter, grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from her head, and brought a calculator with numbers on it.

"525 in total, you just give me 500."

"So much?"

I couldn't believe it, and then I asked, "When will these clothes be washed?" ”

"It's going to be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest, because there are too many clothes."

She picked up a glass of water on the counter and took a few gulps.

"Eldest sister, these clothes are all new clothes, but the backlog is too long, see if you can make it cheaper."

I really can't believe that I have to put money on the goods I bought before they are sold.

"You just give me 480, I can't talk about it, your clothes are going to be dry cleaned, and I also need a lot of costs."

She wiped her hair, sweat sticking to her fingers as it ran down her scalp, and she took the towel and wiped it again.

"Okay, that's all, I'll pick it up tomorrow afternoon."

I scanned the code to pay, and after walking out of the dry cleaners, I bought a box of cigarettes and a bottle of mineral water in the small supermarket next door.

Brother Slag and I didn't eat at noon, so I walked two streets to a small restaurant, packed two servings of beef noodles, bought two bottles of beer, and walked back to Brother Slag's stall with a plastic bag, and saw him bargaining with an old man.

"Brother scum, I bought beef noodles and ate them while they were hot."

I sat next to Brother Scum, took out the packing box, opened the lid, the fragrance was fragrant, broke the disposable chopsticks, opened a bottle of beer, and took two large sips.

"Uncle, it's cold now, this little sweater is definitely for you."

He had a gray sweater on his phone and sold it to the old man, the old man pursed his lips, and seemed to like the dress, but the price might be a little higher, he shook his head and teased, "Can it be cheaper?" You're a bit expensive. ”

"Uncle, is 70 yuan still expensive? I want 60 for this purchase price, I really don't lie to you, I don't believe you look at the purchase price list. ”

Brother Scumbag took a notebook from the stall and handed it to the old man, indicating that he was not lying.

The old man took the notebook and glanced at it, not knowing if he saw the purchase price of this sweater.

The old man had white hair and wore a black jacket with a dark brown crewneck sweater underneath, a pair of black cotton trousers, and a pair of white travel shoes.

"I'll buy it for five dollars."

The old man put the notebook on the pavement, took the sweater and rubbed it.

Brother Scumbag smiled bitterly, as if he was a little helpless, he shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's a good deal, and you will come to visit often in the future." ”

Brother Scumbag dragged a plastic bag under the paving, put the sweater in it and handed it to the old man, who paid in cash, one for fifty, one for ten, and one for five, exactly sixty-five yuan.

When Brother Scumbag took the fifty yuan, he couldn't help frowning, he opened the money with both hands, looked at the sun carefully, then handed the money to the old man, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, you can change it for me for this fifty yuan." ”

"What's wrong?"

The old man's face was full of doubts, and his expression was a little nervous.

"Uncle, this is fake money."

Brother Scumbag pursed his lips and looked at the old man with a smile on his face.

"How so?"

The old man took the fifty yuan and rubbed it vigorously with his thumb, and his face became ugly.

"This is the money I was given to buy socks at the shop next door."

He lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"I'm not going to buy this sweater yet."

He put the plastic bag on the pavement, grabbed the fake money in his hand, and walked to the next stall with an angry face.

Brother Scumbag sighed, sat down, opened the box of beef noodles, stirred a few times with chopsticks, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Is that really fake money?"

I glanced at the scumbag brother and was puzzled.

"I've been setting up a stall for so many years, can't I tell the difference between real money and fake money?"

Brother Scumbag opened a bottle of beer, raised his head and took a big sip, and then burped.

"I didn't expect there to be fake money now."

I turned my head and looked at the stall next door, where the old man was arguing with a vendor in his thirties, who had a lewd face, a thin body, and a pair of extremely wicked eyes.

"Brother scumbag, he doesn't seem to admit it."

I looked at the scum brother and pouted over there.

Brother Scumbag craned his neck and looked over, and saw the man holding his arms, crossing Erlang's legs, holding a cigarette in his mouth, staring at the old man, looking very much like an uneducated shrew.

Brother Scumbag sighed and scolded in a low voice: "Damn, this kind of hurtful person still dares to come out to do business, I'm really not afraid of ruining my reputation." ”

I took a sip of soup, looked at the scumbag brother and said: "This kind of elderly people generally rarely scan the code to pay, and always carry cash on them, but their ability to distinguish between real money and fake money is limited, so it is inevitable to receive fake money when they consume." ”

After finishing the noodles, he drank half a bottle of beer, and after smacking twice, he lit a cigarette, stood up and walked to the stall next door.

"Hey, why are you going, don't meddle with it."

I saw that Brother Scumbag wanted to comment on the old man, so I hurriedly stopped him.

"Sit down and eat your meal."

Brother Scumbag turned his head and whispered, and walked straight over there again.

I smiled helplessly, I can't afford to worry about other people's affairs now, there is a big stall in front of me, I must go out of the stall tomorrow morning, and sell some daily necessities at low prices, such as soap, toilet water, umbrellas, bath towels, towels, slippers, batteries, socks, trousers, etc., the most headache is summer clothes, those shorts and short sleeves I don't know if anyone else buys.

"Do you still want to make a face? You find fake money from others, and you still don't dare to admit it, or are you not a man? ”

Brother Scum's scolding rang in my ears, and I turned around and turned my head to look over there.

"What's the matter with you? Does it have anything to do with you? You said the money was mine, so do you have proof? Don't open your mouth to frame someone, or I'll sue you for slander. ”

The man made a smug gesture, and the expression on his face became more and more obscene.

The old man stood beside the scumbag brother and said indignantly: "I'm so old, can I still bury a person for no reason?" I gave you a hundred dollars, bought three pairs of socks, and you gave me ninety, and it wasn't even ten minutes before and after, and you didn't admit it? ”

The old man's body trembled a little, and he still held the crumpled fifty yuan in his hand.

"Damn, I said this uncle, don't you know if you want to hurt people, who knows if you will change the money yourself, and then come to frame me."

"You."

The man glared at the old man, took out a cigarette and lit it, took two deep breaths, and then said sharply, "Don't you want to leave?" Don't delay me in doing business. ”

The old man's face was flushed with anger, and he looked at the man viciously, unable to speak.

Brother Scumbag is light and calm, he smiled, bent down, pressed his hands on the paving, and whispered: "You're not afraid that I'll shout all over the world, you not only sell fakes, but also find fake money for customers?" ”

Brother Scum's smile was a little sinister and a little elusive.

The man's head broke out in a cold sweat, the cigarette in his mouth shook slightly, and he looked at the scumbag, his face was pale and panicked.

"Do you have proof?"

The man stood up, threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, and shouted hoarsely.

"Evidence? Absolutely. ”

Brother Scumbag stood up straight, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said calmly: "The old man will bring a hundred yuan when he goes out, there is no doubt that he bought three pairs of socks from you, spent ten yuan, you give him ninety first, and then he came to my stall to buy a sweater, we did not trade, because at this time I found that this 50 yuan was fake, the old man was right, less than ten minutes before and after, you will not admit it, although fifty yuan is not much, but at least you can see that you are an extremely yin, savage person, the evidence is here." , don't try to shirk, let alone deny. ”

Brother Scumbag is like a great detective, analyzing the ins and outs of things in an orderly manner.

The man's face was extremely ugly, he was annoyed and angry, clenched his fists, and a vicious light shot out of his cold eyes, and he scolded: "What kind of thing are you, dare to come here to educate me? I don't know whether to live or die.

He pulled out his phone and began to rummage through the number, not knowing who he wanted to call.