Baiyue Cave Master

After washing the dishes, Wang Yuanchao returned to his room early to continue sleeping.

When I woke up, the sky was already pitch black, with only a few stars in the sky and a faint crescent moon.

Wang Yuanchao looked at the watch in the space and it was already past one in the morning.

So he got out of bed easily, tiptoed to the closet, picked out a set of patched clothes and put them on.

He found a winter hat and put it on his head, then quietly opened the door and walked out.

There are many black markets in Xingcheng. The closest black market to Wang Yuanchao's home is on Xiahe Street.

The distance was only more than five miles. After Wang Yuanchao went out, he ran quickly all the way. After more than twenty minutes, he arrived not far from the entrance of the black market.

On Xiahe Street there is the largest granary in Xingcheng, which is the water transport terminal for Xingcheng’s grain. There are many people from all walks of life and it is a very mixed group. It is the poor area of ​​Xingcheng.

The original owner knew that the black market was here a long time ago, but had never been there.

Wang Yuanchao took out a sack from the space, then covered most of his face with a hat, and walked into the black market with his head lowered.

Not far away, I saw two scoundrels holding wooden sticks standing lazily on both sides of this remote alley.

Wang Yuanchao lowered his head and continued to walk inside. Suddenly, one of the scoundrels stared at Wang Yuanchao and asked:

"Buy or sell?"

"Come and buy something."

"Buy for 10 cents, sell for 20 cents, you know the rules, right?"

"I know. It's ten cents."

After the second-rate guy took the money, he pointed and said:

"Okay, let's go in."

Wang Yuanchao nodded slightly and walked into the black market in silence.

The black market only opens after 10pm and usually ends before 5am.

Moreover, the people who are openly in charge of the black market are basically white gloves. The black market is a very profitable business, and if you don’t have strong connections, the place will be swept away in minutes.

The same goes for the black market in Xingcheng. The black markets without people behind them were basically cleared out. Only those with people can be opened.

Moreover, every black market is a huge profit field, with many people watching it, and various forces are involved. Not only do they have huge interests in the black market,

Moreover, they were keeping an eye on each other to prevent the situation from getting out of control, and they were restraining each other so that no one dared to act rashly.

Therefore, the bigger the black market is in a city, the safer it is. After all, the stakeholders involved come from all walks of life.

When Wang Yuanchao walked into the black market, although the middle of the road was dark, there were many lights on the stalls on both sides.

Some stalls had kerosene lamps lit, others had candles lit.

Some people hold flashlights in their hands, and when they hear someone coming, they turn on the flashlights and shine them on the items for sale on the ground.

Wang Yuanchao did not rush to buy anything, but slowly looked at the stalls on both sides.

After taking a look around, Wang Yuanchao discovered that the black market sold everything, but most of the items sold were grain, with fewer industrial products and old items. After all, Xingcheng had once been burned down by a fire.

But there are many people selling yellow croakers and jewelry. However, Wang Yuanchao just asked about the price. Yellow croakers on the black market are not cheap.

A small yellow croaker weighs one ounce, which can be exchanged for more than 260 yuan at the bank.

But the price on the black market is more than 500 yuan, and sometimes even more.

Wang Yuanchao walked along the stalls slowly and looked at the items displayed by everyone. Basically, each stall would put one of the items to be sold on the stall to let everyone know.

Suddenly, a flashlight beam shone beside Wang Yuanchao, shining on a set of purple clay teapots and a small clay stove.

Wang Yuanchao became interested, squatted down and asked in a hoarse voice:

"How much is this tea-drinking set?"

"Comrade, this is a nine-piece tea set, one pot, four cups, and four trays.

This is a set of nine-headed plum blossom tea sets made by Mr. Gu Jingzhou himself. It is very precious.

If my family hadn't been in trouble, I wouldn't have sold it.

This set of tea sets costs 50 yuan in total. "

Wang Yuanchao lowered his head and sneered, saying:

"Comrade, I think you are crazy. If I didn't like tea, I wouldn't want this thing even if you gave it to me. You want 50 yuan for it. You are crazy for money.

Including the small clay stove next to it, the total is five dollars. If yes, then tell me. If no, then I will leave."

The stall owner was completely speechless after hearing what Wang Yuanchao said, but he also realized that this comrade in front of him really didn't know much about tea sets.

Otherwise, this person would not be so unmoved when hearing about Master Gu Jingzhou.

If it weren't for the current chaos in society, the boss would never be willing to sell it if keeping this set of tea sets at home could cause disasters.

But now, this kind of pretentious stuff is hard to sell even on the black market.

The old comrade had been setting up a stall in the black market for several days, but not many people came to ask about it.

When they heard the old comrade's offer, those who asked for the price left without even a second thought.

But if the price is too cheap, the old comrade would really feel uncomfortable, so after thinking about it again and again, he said with difficulty:

"Comrade, this set of tea set plus this clay stove costs at least ten yuan.

If you want it, take it. If you don’t want it, just leave.”

In his previous life, Wang Yuanchao had worked as a middle or senior executive in a company and met many bosses.

Many business owners in later generations, after becoming rich, like to pretend to be cultured and sophisticated, and good antique purple clay teapots are driven up to sky-high prices by these people.

In this era, this tea set costs ten yuan, which is a bit expensive, but money can't buy good things.

Wang Yuanchao lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded, took out a big unity from the space and handed it over, saying:

"Okay, comrade, here's ten dollars."

After saying that, Wang Yuanchao took the clay stove and put it into the sack, then reached out to put the tea set in.

This made the stall owner angry, and he said hurriedly:

"Wait, comrade, you can't place the tea set like this.

If you put it in a sack like this, it will break if you touch it while walking. Isn't this a waste of resources?

Forget it, forget it. I have sold all the tea sets to you. I will also give you the box that contains the tea sets.

Comrade, wait."

After that, the boss put the set of Nine-Headed Plum Blossom Tea Set into the wooden box bit by bit, handed it to Wang Yuanchao, and said:

"Comrade, this set of purple clay teapots was really made by Master Gu Jingzhou himself.

If you like tea, you must preserve it well, it is a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation."

After Wang Yuanchao took the wooden box, he gently put the trouble in it and whispered:

"Okay, comrade, I will definitely keep it well."

After saying that, Wang Yuanchao stood up, walked to the middle of the black market road, and fell into darkness again.

After Wang Yuanchao walked a few steps, he found that no one could see him and no one was paying attention to him, so he immediately took the tea set into the bamboo house.

Then he bought two live geese on the black market and put a dozen goose eggs into the space pasture.

He bought another 30 kilograms of sweet potatoes to fill the sacks, so that the sacks would be heavy enough to carry in his hands and no one would suspect Wang Yuanchao.