Elder Hassan didn't have much grief on his face.

"In the past 50 years, I have lost eighteen relatives, most of them when those two superpowers attacked our country.

My heart is numb, and I don't have time to grieve now, I need to get these supplies into the necessities of the tribesmen as soon as possible.

After this battle, the strength of our tribe has been greatly reduced, and there will inevitably be people who will covet this batch of supplies. If we don't exchange it soon, I'm afraid these things won't be ours soon. ”

Elder Hassan's words were very plain, but Zhu Yu could hear the bloody wind and rain contained in them.

It seems that even if the same race lives on the same land, the relationship between these nearby tribes is not always peaceful.

Zhu Yu didn't ask deeply about the matter.

He's just a passerby, and even if it's a partnership, he can't do everything in the tribe.

After all, this tribe still has to survive and develop under Hassan's leadership. He would never underestimate the survival wisdom of a local who had survived in such a war-torn place for more than 50 years.

The market is located in the southeast of the tribe, that is, in the direction of the Chinese border, which is about seven or eight kilometers away from the tribe.

After arriving, Zhu Yu really saw the ruins of the nearby wall, as Elder Hassan said, this was indeed a city that was once destroyed by war, but now, obviously, she has been given a new life.

The hustle and bustle of the place, and the ruins of the walls obviously did not dampen the enthusiasm of the people who came here to trade.

The bazaar is not very neat, you can just find a relatively flat place, spread out a piece of cloth, or even the trunk of a pickup truck, and put what you want to sell.

Elder Hassan drove a convoy of four pickup trucks.

If it weren't for the fact that there were only four old pickup trucks in the tribe, he would have had to drive a few more.

The car was loaded with not only the equipment that was pulled from the cave this time, but even the wreckage of the Predator drone was also pulled over.

According to Elder Hassan, it's not just the nearby tribesmen who come to the market to trade.

Some military brokers also come here to pick up leaks, and he believes that the wreckage of the Predator drone will be of interest to some.

Hu Guanghui followed, and he whispered to Zhu Yu that there were only three pickup trucks in the tribe.

The fourth car was traded by him to Hassan, and at that time Hassan traded with him a large piece of lapis lazuli rough stone, which Hu Guanghui sold for more than 100,000 yuan, and then sold it to the school's teacher with a year-end bonus.

And the pickup truck was bought by Hu Guanghui for 20,000 yuan in KS's second-hand car market.

It's a huge profit, but both sides are very happy.

It's also called a win-win.

Hassan's convoy pulled to a more spacious place and stopped.

It's a bit far from where everyone is setting up their stalls, but after Hassan got off the bus, he explained:

"It's okay, there will be a lot of people coming later. Let's set up a stall here, which will attract a lot of people to come over - don't you have an old saying in China? Don't be afraid to be in a deep alley!

We're the same here! As long as there are good things, those who like them will come to them even if they are far away! ”

It can be seen that Hassan is very confident in what he has taken out this time.

Sure enough, Hassan got out of the car and put his things out when someone immediately surrounded him.

"Old Hassan, I heard that you have recently made a big deal and made a fortune!"

"Yes, old Hassan, you're not authentic! Our two tribes were originally separated, do you have to express it? ”

"Old Hassan, we are old friends, I am not as shameless as some people, I want to ask for your things for nothing, but I plan to buy some later, do you think it is cheaper for me?"

……

Everyone squeezed Hassan in a few words, obviously because he ate alone and wanted a piece of the pie.

Hassan was squeezed by so many people, but without the slightest embarrassment, he said with a smile:

"What's the matter? Seeing that our tribe has made a little fortune, you are all red-eyed?

Old Bagel, in the spring, our tribe was short of food, and I wanted to borrow a little from you and pay interest, what do you say?

Haimu Buqi, last year, our tribe was short of machinery during the autumn harvest, and I want to borrow your machinery to use it, and your answer is to pay three times the rent, and there can be no damage at all! ”

Two sentences made the faces of the two old men who were almost sixty years old red.

Hassan ignored them, and continued to point to a strong man in the crowd and said:

"And you, little Bager, a few years ago, your tribe and the people of our tribe found a camp left by Lao Mei at the same time, there are few people in our tribe, but did things find at the same time?

How did you do it? Directly wounded my people and threw them back...... I didn't bother you for the sake of your dead Dada, and you still have the face to let me sell you cheaply? ”

……

Watching Hassan's tongue fight, Zhu Yu felt that it was very funny.

It turns out that it's not easy for everyone, and it's normal to have a fight or something between each other. It doesn't hurt, it's over, it's over, but if you want to take advantage of your old friendship, Hassan will definitely not be able to bear it.

Seeing that everyone was no longer silent, the other thin old man with triangular eyes stood up and said in a somewhat arrogant tone:

"Old Hassan, you're talking about the old! The current situation is that you have brought so many things, if you don't deal with them cheaply, I'm afraid no one will be able to eat these things!

You don't want to go back when you can't sell out, do you? ”

"It's just that if we don't buy it, you won't be able to sell these things!" Someone chimed in.

"Old Hassan, a few of us have a sixty percent share of this bazaar! If we don't buy it, you can't sell it......"

"Threaten me?" Old Hassan sneered and said, "Ferim, you are a hyena who follows the lion to collect leftovers to eat, and you are also worthy of threatening me?" I'm telling you, we won't sell anything in our tribe to you today - even if they are all pulled back, I won't sell them! ”

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to these people, pulled out a charged loudspeaker from the car, and shouted:

"Let's take a look! Brand new rifles, brand new old food parcels, and complete sets of tools, all as if they had just been pulled out of the factory, were sold cheaply! Come and see, it's too late!

Come and see, everyone......"

The sudden sound of the horn immediately attracted the attention of everyone else in the bazaar.

Hearing Hassan's shouts, many people quickly ran towards Hassan's pickup truck.

They immediately pushed aside the few people who didn't buy but were chattering.

In the face of survival, these people are a fart!

When the bazaar is dispersed, who cares whom?

Hassan glanced triumphantly at the embarrassed people, raised the horn again and shouted:

"Don't rob! Whoever dares to rob me will shoot! Queue up, look at the signs, and line up in front of the signs if you want anything! There is a price for the exchange on the sign, and the price is not negotiated! ”

The mountaineers who came with the tribe had already erected signs indicating the prices of various things in the local language.

Of course, bartering is also possible, and the exchange is usually for local products such as grain and raw stones.

Someone brought black smoke and was driven out by the men brought by Hassan:

"We don't take this harmful thing!"

The most popular ones are weapons and food, as well as tools. Seeing these things being bought or exchanged one by one, the few people who were still threatening Hassan before were in a hurry, and they immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and quickly joined the crowd of people who rushed to buy, hoping to exchange for some necessities before the last things were snatched up.

Seeing that old Hassan's business was booming here, Zhu Yu smiled, and Ran Jie, who was also wearing a turban, left here and went to the market to shop.

Sure enough, as old Hassan said, there are a lot of things here, and they are all strange.

Someone directly spread a piece of cloth on the ground and placed two old Aka rifles, even if it was a stall.

Someone didn't even have a rifle, just put a couple of magazines on a piece of worn-out felt, and two more grenades were also a stall.

Others put a stack of bread on the stall with half a bag of grain on the side.

There are also those who bring a few sheep to sell.

Most of the people who set up stalls here don't shout much, just waiting to see if anyone comes to buy their things.

It's really unique to hold a loudspeaker like old Hassan to sell, and it's no wonder it attracts so many people.

The further you go inside, the more strange things you see.

Zhu Yu even saw a stall with a chubby man, wrapped in a turban and wrapped around a face scarf, while next to him sat a row of five or six girls from twelve or thirteen to eighteen or nineteen years old.

The girls are also covered with headscarves and face bandanas, and their eyes are confused, ashamed, timid, or curious.

There was nothing in front of them.

Zhu Yu thought for a while before he realized that there was a great chance that this fat man was going to sell these girls.

How can such a business be done here?

Seeing Zhu Yu pause, the fat man hurriedly stood up enthusiastically and greeted him.

However, he was immediately stopped by Zack from the tribe sent by Hassan to act as an interpreter for Zhu Yu, Zack was holding a gun in his hand and said a string of words in his mouth, the fat man glanced at Zhu Yu, and then he was stupid, turned around and sat down again.

He was still a little unwilling, and after sitting down, he looked at Zhu Yu and them.

After taking a few steps, Zach explained:

"This fat man's name is Vitol, and Lao Mei was in the pimp meat business before he came.

Everyone looks down on him! There is a high probability that these people he brought in are homeless girls whose families were killed by Lao Mei during the war.

Despite their age, many of them have been in the meat business for a few years.

Sick on the body! ”

Zhu Yu shook his head and continued to walk inside.

He thought that Zach was because the doctrine did not allow it, but he didn't expect Zach to be afraid that he would get sick.

There was a stall that caught his attention. Zhu Yu felt a little familiar with the things sold in the stall: plastic toy cars with boxes, toy pistols, and plush toys in the shape of various animals.

This thing often appears in some night markets in China!

I didn't expect anyone to do business here!

Don't look at the fact that there are quite a lot of people around this stall to buy.

It's just that Zhu Yu can see at a glance that these things are of poor quality and rough workmanship. For example, in the plush toy, some of the threads have not been cut, and it is easy to get off the thread when you squeeze it a little, revealing the stuffing inside.

And those plastic toys combined with the cloth are very hard and stuck, and the plastic materials are also defective, and they will break if you use a little more force.

But for families who don't have any toys at home to coax their children, these things are still very attractive.

If you have a little spare money, you want to see it and buy one or two for your children.

"The stall owner said that these things are made in your Huaxia and are high-end toys." Zach translated, "A lot of people want to buy it. ”

In this way, Zhu Yu remembered that in the early nineties of the last century, many people transported a large number of inferior clothing and light industrial products from China to the Outer Northeast.

Shoddy things were very popular at first, after all, the light industry on Lao Maozi's side was very poorly developed.

It was only later that the reputation of the entire Huaxia products was directly affected due to quality reasons, so that for a long time, Huaxia products were synonymous with low-grade products.

"These things are shoddy," Zhu Yu told Zack, "and they can easily break." On our side, if they are found, they will be confiscated and destroyed.

Even if it is sold, it is very cheap, and the value of all the things in these stalls may not add up to a single rifle! ”

"Is it so cheap?" Zach couldn't believe his ears, "He sold it for three, which is equivalent to a rifle!" ”

"Even with the freight, it can't be so expensive." Zhu Yu didn't include the tax, and it was absolutely impossible for these things to be transported in through the customs normally.

Although he knew the price of these things, Zach did not step forward to reprimand the boss.

This thing belongs to a seller's market, and if you are willing to fight, others will definitely not be able to interfere.

After turning around most of the market, Zhu Xin finally found what he wanted.

In the northeast corner of the bazaar, there is an old man who wraps himself tightly and only shows his two eyes and sets up a stall.

On the stall are several small clay figurines, two clay tablets with letters, a roll of parchment, and a small pile of copper coins.

It was deserted in front of the stall, and no one asked for the price.

Zhu Yu walked over and squatted down and asked:

"How much do these things cost?"

He could see that these things, most recently, were three hundred years old—the parchment roll.

Zach hurriedly translated.

"One bag of grain for each one." The old man gestured the price.

"You're crazy, how can you be worth so much?" Zach translated to Zhu Yu without waiting for Zhu Yu to answer, turned his head and scolded the old man, "All of these add up to a bag of food that is not worth anything!" ”

"He's a foreigner, and he knows the price of these things!" The old man said stubbornly, "If these things are taken abroad, they can be sold for a lot of money!" ”

"It can't be!" Zach didn't want his tribe's dignitaries to be slaughtered by others, and he retorted:

"Find any ruin in the mountains, and you may find a lot of these things inside! These things are not worth anything at all! ”

The old man glared at Zach angrily, and he thought that Zach was eating something outside the grill.

However, he found that Zach was looking at him without the slightest guilt.

Obviously, with Zack's current knowledge, he really doesn't know the hidden value of these things.

"Then everything for a bag of grain, this is the lowest price!" The old man said dejectedly.

Zach translated the old man's words to Zhu Yu and said:

"Actually, you can not change it at all. If I have time, I can find you a whole bunch of these things. ”

"Let's change it." Zhu Yu said, "It's just a charity." ”

He could tell that the old man was severely malnourished.

If I can't change things this time, I'm afraid I won't live long.

And this old man is not someone like Zach who hasn't been to school for a few days.

Zhu Yu guessed that this person was either a scholar before the war, or a researcher or caretaker of a temple or ancient monument.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to say something like that.

Zach turned his head and gestured at a tribesman who was armed with a gun to protect Zhu Yu and them, and the man immediately turned around and ran to the pickup truck, and then returned with a bag of grain.

The old man looked at the bag of grain, and then looked at the things on his stall, a little reluctant, but finally waved his hand and changed.

It's just that that bag of grain is at least thirty or forty kilograms, and the old man can't take it away at all.

Looking at the unkind eyes of those people around him, Zhu Yu said to Zack:

"Send two men to help him bring the food back."

The old man didn't refuse, he stood up and glanced at Zhu Yu, then looked at the things on the stall, and finally staggered out of here.

Zack cleaned up the things on the stall and wrapped them directly in a cloth bag, and Ran Jie took these things.

He knew that since the boss had made a move, the value of these things would definitely not be low.

After turning the entire market, Zhu Yu saw a few more stalls that surprised him.

For example, there is a stall that sells high-powered weapons.

Individual missiles, heavy machine guns, mortars and much more.

Although the business is not very prosperous, there are still many onlookers.

Looking at those brand-new weapons, it is enough to guess that the other party, like Hassan, has also found a hidden arsenal of old beauty.

There was also a stall full of all kinds of gemstone rough stones, Zhu Yu opened the eye of the sky to look at it, and found that there were real and fake.

Directly in the embarrassed laughter of the boss, he picked out all the real goods and bought them.

If these things are taken out, the price of these things in the international market can be increased by three or five times.

But it's really not worth much here.

Of course, I am afraid that there will be fewer and fewer such days in the future. After all, there is peace here, and there must be more and more people coming here to pan for gold, and the price of these things that can maintain their value will naturally rise.

When Zhu Yu turned back to Hassan's pickup truck, he found that the things brought by Hassan had almost been sold.

The two tribal mountain people who had brought the old man's food back had not yet returned.

Hassan asked about the situation and waved his hand and said, "Let's go back, they will find the tribe themselves." ”

So several pickup trucks left the bazaar and headed for the tribe.

(End of chapter)