Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Bangge swaggered to the black market. Although the black market was in a relatively hidden corner, it was still crowded and lively at the moment.

There are all kinds of people here, but most of them are ticket sellers. They all have sharp eyes. Whenever they see a new face, they will immediately surround them as if they have seen a fat sheep.

No, as soon as Banggeng showed up, he was noticed by several people. The ticket sellers came forward one after another and started asking questions.

"Hey, young man, are you new here? Do you need food stamps? Food stamps are in short supply now. With food stamps, buying food will be much more convenient." A middle-aged man wearing a shabby cotton-padded jacket with a shrewd look on his face

The young man spoke first. As he spoke, he took out a few food stamps from his pocket and waved them in front of Banggeng's eyes. He seemed to be saying, look at how good my food stamps are, buy them quickly.

Immediately afterwards, another tall and thin young man squeezed over and said with a smile on his face: "Brother, food stamps alone are not enough. Do you want cloth stamps? Now I want to buy some good fabrics to make new clothes. No."

Cloth tickets are not acceptable, the cloth tickets I have here are all genuine, and the price is easy to negotiate." After saying that, he patted Bang Gang on the shoulder, looking familiar.

Not to be outdone, an aunt squeezed through the crowd and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Young man, don't listen to them, how can they have my oil ticket? Who doesn't need oil to cook nowadays?

Gas stamps are of high quality, if you want them, I can give them cheaper for you."

Bangge was surrounded by this group of people, and his ears were filled with all kinds of questions, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He waved his hands impatiently, and said loudly: "Stop making any noise, I'm not here to buy these tickets from you.

Yes, please get out of my way!"

When the ticket sellers heard this, they were stunned at first, and then looked at each other, thinking in their hearts that if this young man doesn't buy tickets, then what is he doing in the black market?

Could it be that they were here to sell something good? So, although they temporarily stepped back, their eyes were still fixed on Bangge, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Bangge held the antiques tightly in his arms, muttering in his heart, and looked at the people around him warily. He could clearly feel that none of these people had any good intentions, and their eyes were like staring at prey.

A hungry wolf, hoping to get some benefit from him.

"Get away from me, don't hang around me here, I'm annoying everyone!" Banggeng frowned, raised his voice and shouted loudly, waving his arms as he spoke, trying to drive these people away.

But how can these people be kicked out so easily? They have been in this black market for a long time and have become very thick-skinned. Although they took a few steps back in response, their eyes were still fixed on the stick.

Just waiting for the opportunity to come forward.

Just when Bangge was a little anxious and thinking about how to get rid of these annoying guys, he suddenly remembered that he knew a few antique dealers in the black market. He thought about how to get rid of these people and hurry up.

Go find some familiar antique dealers and sell the antiques in your possession so that you can make a quick fortune and leave.

However, at this moment, an old man with a goatee appeared out of nowhere, his eyes furtively looked at Banggong's body, and finally his eyes fell on the part where he was carrying something, and his face suddenly changed.

A sly smile appeared.

The old man slowly walked forward and lowered his voice so that Banggeng could clearly hear him and asked: "Young man, looking at you like this, do you want to sell antiques?"

Banggeng felt a thump in his heart, and subconsciously took a step back, looking at the old man with a goatee warily, wondering how could this old man tell at a glance that he was going to sell antiques? Could it be that he was too obvious?

But he still said forcefully: "Humph, what do you care about me? Stop asking around here and get out of my way!"

But the old man with the goatee was unwilling to give in. He still stood there with a smile and said calmly: "Young man, don't be so angry. I've been in this black market for many years and haven't seen anything happen."

Come on. If you really have antiques to sell, just contact me. The price I give is absolutely fair, and it is much more reliable than if you go to those half-baked antique dealers."

After hearing this, Banggeng hesitated a little. After all, he really wanted to sell the antiques at a good price. If the old man could really give a good price, it would not be impossible to consider. But he was also worried about whether the old man would

What's the trick? If you get cheated, it won't be worth it.

He frowned and looked at the old man with the goatee carefully, thinking that he should first find out the old man's background. So he said: "Huh, you said the price you gave is fair, then first tell me how much you can give.

Son? These antiques of mine are not ordinary things, they are all good things."

When the old man with the goatee heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. Knowing that the boy was a little moved, he began to think about how to get this antique at a lower price, but he still said nicely: "Oh, young man, this is

I need to see what your antique looks like first, but don't worry, as long as it's good, I won't treat you badly, so just take it out first and let me take a look."

Banggeng became wary again. He would not easily show the antiques to others. If the old man robbed him and ran away, he would suffer a big loss. So he said: "Humph, want to see it? It's not that easy.

Please give me a rough price first, and if it's suitable, I'll consider letting you take a look."

When Goatee heard that Bangge asked him to make an offer first, he secretly rejoiced, thinking that this kid looked like a stupid young man who had never been in the black market and didn't understand anything. He rolled his eyes and his face

He immediately put on a smile, stretched out a finger and shook it, and said: "Young man, I think you are a real person, so I won't beat around the bush with you. I'll give you a high price, fifteen yuan.

How do you like it? The price is not low, you can’t find a higher price than mine on the black market.”

When Banggeng heard this, his eyes widened and he said with disdain: "Fifteen yuan? Are you kidding me! This antique of mine is very precious, it must be worth at least thirty yuan, and your price is too high.

It’s too low, you’re just sending beggars away!”

Goatee secretly laughed in his heart that this boy was quite greedy, but he still had that seemingly sincere smile on his face and said: "Oh, young man, you said it's worth thirty yuan, so you have to let me see the thing first.

What if this thing is not as good as you say? You can take it out first and let me take a look. If it is really as valuable as you say, we can discuss the price again."

Although Bangge was still a little hesitant, he thought that the old man couldn't run away anyway. If he dared to cheat, there were so many people in the black market, so he was not afraid of him. So, he carefully took the antique from his arms.

come out.

Goatee's eyes were still a bit careless. The moment he saw the antique porcelain bottle that Banggeng took out, his eyes widened and a look of extreme surprise appeared on his face. He was secretly surprised, this porcelain bottle was not simple.

Well, with his sharp eyesight after having been in the black market for so many years, he could tell at a glance that this antique was at least a thousand years old. It was a very precious thing.

It turns out that Zhong Yuemin secretly took this antique out of his home in order to send Wang Weidong in. As a big brother, he has a collection of good things at home, and this porcelain bottle is one of them.

Goatee stared at the porcelain bottle, reluctant to move his eyes away, thinking quickly in his mind, if he could get his hands on this and sell it, he would make a lot of money. However, he still pretended to be calm on the surface and coughed.

With a sound, he said: "Well

, this porcelain vase is indeed quite old, but it is not as valuable as you said. For twenty yuan, I can pay up to twenty yuan. If you are willing to sell it, we will make a deal right now. If you are not willing, then

Just ask others."

When Banggeng heard this, he quit. He hugged the porcelain bottle tightly in his arms and said: "No, twenty yuan is too little. It must be at least thirty yuan, not even one cent less! If you pay

If you can't afford this price, don't waste my time here."

Seeing the stick, Goatee refused to let go. He wanted to get this precious porcelain bottle at a lower price, so he started to use his crooked brains to find flaws in the porcelain bottle.

He first squinted his eyes and pretended to look at the porcelain bottle carefully, then frowned and pointed to an extremely small place on the porcelain bottle and said: "Hey, young man, look here, this porcelain bottle is defective. Look.

Look at this place, the color is a little uneven, which will definitely affect its value. Just for this flaw, it’s not worth the price you said.”

After hearing this, Banggeng murmured a little in his heart, but he still said forcefully: "Humph, such a small place can't be considered a flaw, don't talk nonsense here, the value of this porcelain bottle is obvious, don't take this

Come and lower my price!"

Seeing that this move didn't have much effect, Goatee rolled his eyes and changed his words. He crossed his arms over his chest, with a suspicious look on his face, and said slowly: "Also, young man, where does your porcelain bottle come from?"

I don’t know. You said it is precious, but you can’t provide any evidence to prove its provenance. What if you stole it from somewhere? If I buy it back, I have to take the risk. So, the price is definitely

You have to go down further."

When Banggeng heard this, he was furious. He blushed, his eyes were as big as bells, and shouted at the goatee: "Who do you think stole it? Why are you such an old man so slanderous! This porcelain bottle

The origin is clear, so you don’t need to worry about it here!”

With that said, Banggeng angrily picked up the porcelain bottle and pretended to leave. He thought to himself, this old man is too unreasonable and just wants to deceive himself. Huh, if I don't sell it to you, the worst is to find it again.

Other antique dealers don't believe that they can't get a good price.

When Goatee saw this, he felt a little anxious. He didn't want to just watch the duck fly away. So he quickly changed his face and said with a smile: "Hey, young man, don't be angry.

I just said it casually, don't take it seriously. We can still discuss the price, but don't leave yet."

Banggeng hugged the porcelain bottle tightly, stared at his goatee angrily, and said with a very firm attitude: "I don't care what you say, I will accept the price of thirty yuan for this porcelain bottle, and it won't be a penny less! Humph, don't

You think I'm being fooled, but I know in my heart that this thing is worth a lot of money."

He knew Goatee very well. Based on his many years of experience in the black market, he could tell at a glance that this porcelain bottle was definitely worth more than thirty yuan. It must be worth at least two hundred yuan. Although it was three

The ten yuan collected is still far behind its real value, but if you resell it, you can still make a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Goatee's face was immediately filled with a smile, and he nodded quickly and said: "Okay, okay, young man, since you insist so much, then I will follow you, thirty yuan is thirty yuan. Let's do it."

This is a deal, you give me the porcelain vase, and I’ll get you the money right away.”

As he said that, Goatee turned around and groped around on his body, preparing to take out the money to pay Banggeng. While he was taking out the money, he was still secretly proud of himself, feeling that he had really gotten a big deal this time.

Once you get the porcelain bottle and use it a little bit, it will be a big fortune.

Seeing that Goatee agreed, Banggen's anger subsided a little. He stood there, waiting for Goatee to take out the money, and he was also thinking in his heart. When he got the thirty yuan, he would hurry up

Leave this black market and don't deal with these people again. They are just masters who want to deceive people.

After a while, Goatee collected the thirty yuan and handed it to Banggeng. Banggeng carefully counted the money, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed the porcelain bottle to Goatee.

Goatee took the porcelain bottle and held it in his hand as if he had found a treasure. His eyes were shining. He kept mumbling: "Oh, what a good thing, what a good thing..."

After Banggeng got the money, he quickly left the black market without looking back, thinking that his work was not in vain this time and he had made some money at least. As for the matter with Yan Jiecheng and Zhong Yuemin, huh,

Never mind them, just do whatever you want.

He didn't realize at all that the sinister gaze of the goatee behind him was staring at his back.

Goatee looked at Bang Ji's retreating figure, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile. He waved to the dark corner next to him, and saw two arrogant bastards immediately coming out from the side.

, that doesn’t look like a good thing.

Goatee raised his hand and pointed at the back of the stick, and said in a low voice but with a hint of fierceness: "Did you see that kid? He just got thirty yuan from him. Humph, there is no guarantee in trading on this black market.

Most people just change their clothes, put on a disguise and leave after selling something, but this silly boy just left in such a swaggering manner, he was just like a big fat sheep that came to his door. You two know what to do, right?

?”

When the two gangsters heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and their faces were full of excitement. One of the tall and thin gangsters rubbed his hands and said with a grin: "Hey, Mr. Hu, don't worry.

Well, we will take care of this matter. Once we get the thirty yuan, we will come back and split the money with you 50-50, and I guarantee that your share will be indispensable."