All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

It was noon, and Zhou Yongcheng was about to have lunch when the phone rang. It was Zhang Qingsong calling.

"Boss, what's going on? Nobody came to work today."

"It's nothing, I just feel a little tired and want to rest."

After chatting with Zhang Qingsong for a while, Zhou Yongcheng ate lunch and returned to his rented room, filling the storage space with rice.

The storage space is only one cubic meter, which can hold about 700 to 800 kilograms of rice.

After loading the rice, Zhou Yongcheng arrived at the world under Zhengyangmen.

Looking at the sky in this world, the weather was not bad. Calculating the time, about ten hours had passed in the real world, so a little over two days had passed in this world.

Zhou Yongcheng followed the alley to the place where Han Chunming collected recyclables.

Han Chunming was sitting there listlessly, as if he had suffered a blow.

"Brother Chunming, you don't look well. Did you have another fight with that girlfriend who looks down on you?" Zhou Yongcheng teased.

"No, it's a long story. I've found the warehouse that Boss Zhou wanted. Shall I take Boss Zhou to see it now?" Han Chunming said.

Yesterday, Han Chunming went to a gathering of educated youth and lost face. He wasn't planning to do business today, but he was afraid Zhou Yongcheng wouldn't be able to find him, so he came out to collect scrap again.

Zhou Yongcheng nodded, and then Han Chunming led Zhou Yongcheng through a maze of turns to a courtyard. Han Chunming took out a key and opened the gate.

This house is a bit out of the way, so it can be used as a warehouse without worrying about being discovered.

Zhou Yongcheng looked around. The house was quite old. Although it looked good on the outside, the inside wasn't so nice. But it was still usable as a warehouse.

"This place is alright, we can make do with it for now, but we'll have to find a new place after a while. We can't stay in one place for too long, better safe than sorry."

Han Chunming nodded. He knew that doing business was risky these days, but how could he get ahead if he didn't take a chance?

After the local authorities confirmed the details, Zhou Yongcheng gave Han Chunming a key and told him to go about his business and notify him when the supplies arrived.

After Han Chunming left, Zhou Yongcheng closed the door from the inside. He found a relatively intact house, took out all the rice from the space, and returned to the real world to deliver all the rice and flour from the rented house.

Looking at the time, only a few minutes had passed. After spending some more time in the real world, and about a few hours in the world of Zhengyangmen, Zhou Yongcheng arrived at the world of Zhengyangmen, closed the gate of the courtyard, looked around, and returned along the same route.

They found Han Chunming, who was sleeping on a flatbed cart.

Zhou Yongcheng walked up to Han Chunming and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Chunming, did you receive anything good today?" Zhou Yongcheng asked.

Upon hearing Zhou Yongcheng's voice, Han Chunming sat up and said.

"There are no good stuff, only some ordinary things, which I'm sure Boss Zhou wouldn't be interested in."

“Brother Chunming is an expert in this field. I am only interested in jade and jadeite. If you come across any, please keep an eye out for me. Money is not a problem,” Zhou Yongcheng said.

Although Zhou Yongcheng didn't have a single penny of money in the world at this time, he believed that it wouldn't be long before he wouldn't have to worry about money.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I will definitely keep an eye out for you."

"Thank you very much. I have two tons of rice and two tons of flour in that yard, all of them are top quality. I don't know what other products are popular in Yanjing City. As long as I have them, I can ask Brother Chunming to help sell them," Zhou Yongcheng said.

Han Chunming was surprised that Zhou Yongcheng acted so quickly. It had only been a short time before the supplies were placed in the yard. He thought it would take Zhou Yongcheng two days to deliver the supplies.

"There are so many things that can be sold in Yanjing, such as bicycles, radios, clothes, daily necessities, fabrics, etc. Many of these things can't be bought even if you have money and ration coupons," Han Chunming said.

It was only then that Zhou Yongcheng realized that this era seemed to be a planned economy, where everything required ration coupons, and you couldn't buy anything even with money but without coupons.

Bicycles produced in the real world are so different from those produced in this era that some parts even have writing on them, which would definitely attract attention. We can't bring bicycles over here.

A radio is definitely out of the question, and clothes might attract attention. However, we could manage to get a batch of household goods, including fabrics.

“Okay, I understand. Have someone sell rice and flour for now, and I’ll get a batch of fabric and daily necessities over in a couple of days,” Zhou Yongcheng said.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Yongcheng told Han Chunming to handle the price of rice and flour himself, as he didn't know much about the prices of goods in this era.

Han Chunming glanced at the sky; it was about five or six in the afternoon. He said to Zhou Yongcheng, "Mr. Zhou, if you don't mind, let's have a meal together."

Zhou Yongcheng said with a smile, "It's getting late, and I have some things to do. After you sell that batch of supplies, I'll treat you to a meal at a restaurant."

Knowing that Han Chunming didn't have much money at the moment, he didn't agree to have dinner with him.

After parting ways with Han Chunming, Zhou Yongcheng found a secluded corner and returned to the real world.

Looking at the time, it was still early. He suddenly thought of a question: if he stayed in the world of Zhengyangmen for more than ten years, but only a few years had passed in the real world, how would his lifespan be calculated? Would it be calculated according to the real world or the world of Zhengyangmen?

If we consider the real world, then he's made a profit; if we consider the world of Zhengyangmenxia, ​​then it's also normal. But he ages faster than his peers in the real world.

The problem is that although the world under Zhengyang Gate is a movie world, it is a real world. Since the world is real, staying in it will definitely consume his lifespan. It seems that he cannot stay in the world under Zhengyang Gate for too long. If he stays there for too long, he will die quickly.

He shook his head to stop thinking about these things. He needed to make money first and enjoy life. He was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old; he had a long way to go before he died.

Looking at his phone, he saw he only had tens of thousands of yuan in savings. That was enough to buy some supplies and send them to the Zhengyangmen Underworld. Once the supplies were sold there, he could use the money to buy some things and sell them in the real world.

After leaving the house, I drove to the wholesale market.

This time he is going to purchase a batch of fabrics and daily necessities.

Fabric is easy to deal with; he's been dyeing fabrics for so many years, he knows a lot about them.

The textile industry is very developed in Jiangnan Province, which is known as the textile capital of China.

Zhou Yongcheng went to the wholesale market and spent tens of thousands of yuan to purchase a batch of fabric.

The fabrics he purchased were very simple, similar to the style of the 1970s and 80s. He also bought a few bolts of modern-style fabrics and asked Han Chunming to try selling them.

In terms of daily necessities, Zhou Yongcheng only purchased a batch of soap, bar soap, and shampoo.

He doesn't dare to buy bottled shampoo; he buys bulk shampoo.

The soaps and bar soaps were also unpackaged; he dared not let any modern information leak into the world under Zhengyangmen, for fear of being discovered.

If he were discovered, he didn't know how the big shots in the World Dragon Kingdom under the Zhengyang Gate would treat him.

If the bigwigs above are friendly, that's fine. But if they aren't, then he loses the right to be a middleman and has to be careful.

He finally got a golden finger, and he can't lose it; it's his weapon to turn things around.

After working for almost the entire afternoon, Zhou Yongcheng put all the purchased items into the rented room, which was nearly full, as was his storage space.