Siheyuan: starting from security

Now that she knew that Yang Chen was going to eat hot pot at night, Qin Huairu was also very greedy.

But Yang Chen is not a fool. Although Qin Huairu really wants to go, he is too embarrassed to open his mouth at this time.

She could only look at Yang Chen helplessly, hoping that Yang Chen would also invite her.

However, although Yang Chen could see her desire from her eyes, he acted as if he didn't know and said with a smile:

"Then Jingru, you guys continue watching the movie. I'm going to buy some hot pot dishes first. You can just come over during dinner time in the evening."

"Okay, Brother Yang."

Qin Jingru smiled like a little girl at this time.

After Yang Chen left, Qin Jingru didn't care about the quarrel she had with Qin Huairu. After all, quarreling was normal for their relationship.

He said to her with excitement:

"Sister, Yang Chen is going to treat me to hot pot tonight. I have never eaten hot pot in my whole life. Have you tried it?"

At this moment, Qin Huairu felt as if she had eaten an orange. She was sour, curled her lips and said disdainfully:

"I eat hot pot all the time, it's not a big deal."

"Really? That's right. Sister, you are all from the city. Unlike me, I originally wanted to bring the leftovers back at night. Forget it."

Qin Jingru said seriously, as if she believed Qin Huairu's words.

When Qin Huairu heard this, he became anxious and said again, regardless of what he had just finished saying:

"Take it back. It's a waste if you don't eat the leftovers. Now the country advocates food conservation."

At this time, Yang Chen had already walked out of the factory gate.

The only benefit of being a security guard is that when his duty is over, he can leave.

But others naturally didn't dare to leave, and they all stayed in the lounge.

But Yang Chen is different, he is confident that no one will report him after leaving.

Even if someone does report it, he can find Deputy Director Li and give him a small gift when the time comes, and the matter will naturally be over.

After all, the security guard has no clear regulations and must always be in the factory when working.

Just like Silly Zhu, he is a chef. No matter in the TV series or in the factory, he only rushes to the factory from the courtyard when it is time to cook.

This is also against the rules, but no one cares about it, so it is normal for Yang Chen to be like this now.

The place Yang Chen is planning to go now is Pigeon City.

It sounds like it specializes in selling pigeons. This was indeed the case in the past, but now it has been occupied by a large group of offline traders. It is now commonly known as the black market.

When he came here, Yang Chen didn't ride a bicycle and dressed up in disguise.

After all, even though the higher-ups turned a blind eye, they knew that it was difficult for ordinary people and they didn't care much about it.

But if you really encounter someone who wants to harm you, and you report him, you can only be dumb and eat Coptis chinensis, unable to express your suffering.

Naturally, Yang Chen came here not just to buy hot pot vegetables and meat.

Mainly because he wanted to come over and buy some tickets and other things.

After all, although he is currently rewarded with a lot of money by the system, he still has three hundred yuan, which is already a huge amount of money in this era.

But in this era, no matter what you buy, you need to use a ticket. Although the money is quite a lot, the tickets provided by the system are really not enough.

After walking for less than half an hour, Yang Chen saw a large market after coming out of an alley.

This is the Pigeon Market. At this time, the Pigeon Market is crowded with people, and everyone is wearing a hat on their head or using something else to cover their face.

Yang Chen touched the beard on his face and made sure it wouldn't fall off before slowly walking in.

As soon as I entered, I saw many people actively trading.

Yang Chen also walked slowly forward step by step in a low-key manner, walking from beginning to end, turning around twice, and basically understood how to trade.

However, it seems that there are old hens and various meats, but I just don’t have the tickets I want.

However, Yang Chen naturally knew that there must be ticket sellers in Pigeon Market, but it was still afternoon and not evening yet, so many people who specialized in selling tickets did not dare to show up.

Yang Chen didn't pay attention. After thinking about it, he decided to wait until night to buy more, and then came to a stall selling mutton.

This is the only restaurant in Pigeon City that sells mutton, and most of the rest are pork and chicken.

"Uncle, how much does a pound of mutton cost?"

Looking at the stall owner squatting underground, Yang Chen asked in a low voice.

After hearing Yang Chen's words, the stall owner looked up and said quickly:

"Mutton is one yuan and ten cents per catty. If you want ten catties, it's five cents cheaper, one yuan and five cents per catty."

Yang Chen couldn't help but want to laugh a little, who said that people of this era are stupid.

They are all familiar with the business methods of later generations and have already used them now.

The price of mutton is not expensive. Unlike other places, prices in Tianjing are relatively high. Normally, if you have meat stamps, the price of mutton is 78 cents.

The price of pork is 80 cents if you need a meat stamp, and one yuan and two if you don't need a meat stamp.

So he stopped writing and said with a smile:

"The rest are all for me. I want them all, just one dollar per catty, otherwise it will take a while for you to sell out, and it won't be worth it if you get caught."

When the stall owner heard what Yang Chen said, it made sense. Bargaining here was too risky.

Although the above turned a blind eye, it was not necessarily unlucky that time. It would be better to just sell them all.

He picked up the scale next to him and weighed it.

After weighing, the stall owner said anxiously:

"The total is fifty-two pounds and one tael, so it costs you fifty-two yuan."

The way Yang Chen looked at him, he naturally understood that he was afraid that he would not buy it again.

After all, for fifty-two yuan now, not to mention ordinary workers, even senior workers still get a month's salary.

It can be said that the number of people who can get a salary of more than 50 yuan a month now in the entire country of China does not exceed 100,000.

Yang Chen didn't say anything, he took out the money from his pocket, counted it, and handed it to the stall owner.

After collecting the money, the stall owner seemed to be afraid that Yang Chen would regret it. As soon as he handed the meat to Yang Chen, he packed up the things and ran away.

When Yang Chen saw this, he just glanced at it, then picked up the meat and started turning it again.

After he was reborn, his strength became much stronger in all aspects.

Picking up more than 50 kilograms of meat, it felt as light as nothing, otherwise I would have just taken the meat and gone home.

I walked forward again and bought some vegetables.

Although there are chickens in the secret realm, Yang Chen wants to wait until there are enough chickens before eating them.

So I bought some chicken and some peppers.

When I was about to go home, I suddenly saw a person sneaking ahead of me.

That man had been walking up and down the street, looking at those who had not bought anything from time to time, and then going up to ask questions.

I had an idea in my mind, maybe this person is selling things that are not suitable for selling in broad daylight.

After looking at the spot for a while, I determined that there was an 80% chance that this person was.

After all, many mobile phone sellers were like this in previous lives. They suddenly ran up behind you quietly, patted you on the shoulder, and whispered in your ear:

"Brother, do you want a mobile phone?"