Good Times in the Rebirth Era

Jiang Xinyu put aside Qiao Jianfeng's questions when she was about to see the goods.

She would not do anything illegal or disciplined in the future. What kind of report could Qiao Jianfeng make to Chen Jinhua when he went to the store?

It's not a big problem, don't worry about it for now.

But after staying in the guest house for more than half an hour, it was already dark outside.

The three of them walked around Huinan Road together. Even in winter, the street was still full of fireworks.

Beat the eggs into the rice milk, sprinkle with chopped green onion, add shrimps, pour brown sauce on it after it is out of the pot, and a plate of attractive-looking rice rolls is served to the table.

Qiao Jianfeng is a pure northerner and has never eaten this before. After the first bite, the biggest feeling is that eggs taste good with anything. This slippery texture must be made from the finest white flour. , I just don’t know what else is added to it.

Jiang Xinyu doesn't like bean juice and can't get used to the special taste of bean juice. She has missed rice rolls for a long time.

After the three of them finished eating, they wandered around and asked about the stall where they went to buy fabrics in the factory area. I thought that the stall owner might have gone home to rest by now, but who would have thought he was still there.

There was a middle-aged man guarding the stall, drinking from a water bottle.

She touched the fabric placed in front of the stall with her hand. It felt rough, and in the dim light, the cloth did not seem to be of high quality.

"Boss, is this homespun cloth?"

She took out a flashlight and looked at it. It was really homespun.

The homespun she refers to is recycled cloth. When she first came here, most of the few clothes the original owner had were made of this recycled cloth.

The raw materials of recycled fabrics are very inferior, and most of them are processed from recycled old cloth and cotton. The raw materials are not good, and the processing technology is also poor. Not only does it feel rough, it is not durable, and it is particularly easy to rot. But the only advantage is that you don’t need to vote! Everyone in the village wears this, and even this kind of clothing is mended and worn for a year.

The stall owner put the water bottle aside: "I'm getting ready to go home. I'm closing the stall. There are other goods. Do you want to take a look?"

The stall owner turned around and took out a piece of indigo cloth and a pair of Chuiliang from the bag.

Under the light of the flashlight, the indigo cloth is still homespun cloth, but it is a better quality homespun cloth. Compared with the recycled cloth that is clearly displayed on the stall, this cloth feels less rough and stronger, but the workmanship is still inferior. Well, wearing it will definitely abrade your skin.

The second thing is that it is really good cloth.

The boss folded his hands and said in a low voice: "It's true that there are not many good ones. We save them ourselves, and the sources are absolutely legitimate. However, we don't require tickets here, so the price will be higher."

Chen Zhengyu couldn't hold himself back, so he leaned his head towards the stall owner and whispered to the stall owner: "Stall owner, don't you remember me? I've been here twice? You said last time that the wholesale price is three yuan and a half per meter. We want really good quality products." , we have to pick up a lot of goods, and today I saw your nephew going to the factory area to pick up goods, and he even told us to come to Huinan Road and look for your stall if we want to buy goods."

The light is too dark and the stall owner comes into contact with too many people every day. It is normal for him to be unable to remember what Chen Zhengyu looks like.

The stall owner was able to get this business naturally because of his relationship with the factory. But this business cannot be done on a large scale, and not just anyone can provide goods. He can cooperate with people he is familiar with. Of course, he must be cautious with people whose origins are unknown. On weekdays, when customers come to the door, they just bring out one or two good horses. For guests to choose from.

This business has been in business for more than five months, and he has not had any accidents so far.

His nephew was so careless when he met an unknown stranger.

He looked at Chen Zhengyu and took a flashlight to look at him, and found that he looked familiar.

The stall owner was very careful and tried back and forth for several rounds. Chen Zhengyu was a little irritated and said, "Boss, what's the matter with you? We come to you with money and you don't do business?"

Seeing the impatient look on his face, the stall owner became less vigilant. Whether he was doing business or someone with ulterior motives, he thought he could still tell.

"Okay, wait until I close the stall. Are you three traveling with me? You'll follow me in a moment." The stall owner hummed a tune and closed the stall. With one bag of cloth, he carried two bundles on his shoulders.

Walking into the alley beside the main road, we entered a residential house in about ten minutes.

The main room is not big, and four people sitting around the table take up almost half of the space.

"How much deliang do you want? My starting price is 350 yuan, which is 3.5 yuan per meter. This price is unbeatable."

Chen Zhengyu immediately answered: "I want more, can it be lower?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes and asked, "How much is more?"

Chen Zhengyu didn't know how much money Jiang Xinyu brought, so he gave her a questioning look.

Jiang Xinyu took out a pack of cigarettes and put it in front of him: "It's six thousand yuan. I know your purchase price is two yuan. You give me three yuan per meter."

"Is it possible? One price! Don't discuss it over and over again, just treat it as a friend."

Earning four hundred at a time is actually quite a lot, although he can earn more if he goes out in small batches and takes his time.

Chen Zhengyu took out his lighter and lit the stall owner's cigarette diligently, "We sincerely want to do business with you, and it's not easy to come here. Seeing your friendly face, I felt friendly the first time I saw you."

The stall owner laughed inwardly, but did not refuse his offer to light a cigarette.

He took a puff and felt that the taste of this cigarette was unusual. It was soft in the mouth and the smoke was fresh. Although the strength was average, it was different from the cigarettes available on the market. It was definitely a good smoke.

Subconsciously looking down at the table, he cast his gaze on Jiang Xinyu's face and looked at her clothes.

This cigarette is definitely not something that ordinary people can smoke. No matter where she comes from, or she is bluffing people with the cigarette, it is not impossible to do a business of earning 400 yuan at a time.

"Okay, let's just make friends."

"It's already dark now. Should we look at the goods now or come back tomorrow? What are you going to use to pull the goods? Do you need me to lend you a tricycle?"

Jiang Xinyu said: "Look at the goods now. We have to trouble your nephew to get the goods. You can give us an address later and we will go find him tomorrow."

The stall owner spoke, took the key, opened the door to the inner room of the suite, and turned on the light bulb.

He took out a piece of pure white cloth and handed it to Jiang Xinyu.

"You can open it and take a look. The size of one horse is five pieces, and the price is fifty yuan and thirty-one cents. If you take the goods for six thousand yuan, it will cost you one hundred and twenty horses."

Six thousand yuan of goods sounds like a lot, but in fact it is only 120 pieces of cloth, which can be packed in six sacks.

As the stall owner spoke, he picked up the abacus from the cabinet and began to dial, "One hundred and twenty horses cost 6,037 yuan and two. I will make up the whole for you, and you can pay 6,035 yuan."

Chen Zhengyu was stunned by the way the stall owner was doing quick calculations with his abacus. He was indeed a businessman, and the speed at which he moved the abacus was the best among experts.

Jiang Xinyu pulled open the material in her hand. It was as flawless as the fabric of her summer shirt.

In addition to pure white, there are also floral, light blue, dark blue, blue flowers on white background, green flowers on white background, and there are many kinds.

"Okay, no problem. We will arrange how to transport the goods and then pay you when we get the goods."