Chapter 31 Seeing the Darkness of the Black Market
Lin Sanqi was wearing a straw hat and a mask. If he wasn't afraid of being too conspicuous, he would have worn a pair of sunglasses.
However, he found that it seemed that the old man was not right, because no one else he met in the woods was as "disguised" as well as him.
In fact, if you think about it, who would be willing to walk more than ten miles to Chaoyang Park to do illegal things if they were not extremely hungry and cornered?
As for whether he would be exposed if he didn't disguise himself, would he be caught?
Those who come to the black market are either extremely vicious or hungry and desperate. Who cares about whether these people will be caught?
It's better to capture him, at least he can get free prison food inside!
The black market in Chaoyang Park did not match Lin Sanqi's other idea. There were no fixed stalls here.
The people inside are all mobile, and the buyers are walking around in the grove "looking at the goods" without talking. They are like the lonely ghosts in "Liao Zhai", so quiet and terrifying.
The sellers are all squatting or standing in the corner in twos and threes, not disturbing each other.
Lin Sanqi took a rough walk around, thinking that she had to ask about prices, right?
There was a middle-aged man wearing glasses standing there, his face a little red, and his eyes were a little dodgy when he saw people coming over.
Lin Sanqi approached and was a little surprised to see this man empty-handed, "Brother, what do you sell?"
The man with eyes heard someone asking about the price and saw that Lin Sanqi was well dressed, at least there were no patches on his clothes, so he took out a watch from his pocket:
"Shanghai brand, A581 manual mechanical watch, I paid 230 copper coins when I bought it. You see, it needs to be well maintained."
Lin Sanqi thought it was bad luck, so the first thing she asked about was the watch. Others regarded this watch as a treasure, but he had no use for it. The 100-dollar A-grade watch on Taobao in 2023 shouldn't be too beautiful.
But when asking about prices, of course you have to ask about everything:
"The watch... is good, how much do you want?"
The man with glasses was a little excited: "I don't want money, I want food. Give me 100 kilograms of whole grains, and this watch is for you."
Lin Sanqi pretended to shake her head and walked away, saying: "100 pounds, it's too expensive, I can't afford it."
The man with glasses did not catch up to bargain. From this detail, it can be seen that the man with glasses does not look like a businessman. He still has the backbone of an intellectual.
If not forced by life, who would take out their favorite watch in exchange for stick noodles and dried sweet potatoes?
Lin Sanqi's sigh in her heart was suddenly stopped by a man with small eyes.
This man looked to be in his 40s, skinny and skinny, but he was well-dressed and had a pair of worn leather shoes on his feet. He looked like a shabby aristocrat.
Seeing Lin Sanqi stop, her little eyes were like a secret agent, she covered her mouth with her hand and asked softly:
"Comrade, do you want some antiques?"
antique? If you say that, I won’t be sleepy anymore.
Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up. Antiques are great. This thing will be valuable in 2023. When it is sent to the auction, millions or tens of millions is not a small thing.
"What antiques do you have?"
Lin Sanqi's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
He had also watched "The Golden Eyes" and thought that God was wise. The protagonist picked up a unique treasure while walking around a street stall, and then spent tens of millions on it. Finally, he also came across such a good thing.
Get rich~~~
What kind of bicycles do you want, what kind of doctor do you want, what kind of shopping do you want?
The small-eyed male god mysteriously took out a package from behind the tree and opened it layer by layer, which made Lin Sanqi feel even more itchy.
Opening the last layer, a small bowl of green or blue was revealed. Lin Sanqi's mind was quickly trying to figure out which type of porcelain belonged to which dynasty?
With a stern look on his face, he said solemnly:
"Comrade, this is a Ru kiln bowl. It is very, very precious. Look at the bottom of this bowl and there are poems written by Emperor Qianlong. Let me tell you, my ancestors were from the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Qing Dynasty. These treasures were stolen from the imperial palace. Bring it out and it will definitely open the door.”
Ru kiln? Was it leaked from the Qing Palace?
If you said it was something else, Lin Sanqi might have been deceived. But if you say it's Ru Kiln, you can't fool him.
Why? Because he had seen a documentary before, and it was clearly stated that there are only two Ru kiln bowls in the world, one is in the Palace Museum, and the other is in the Eagle Country David Foundation.
Why, the third Ru kiln bowl suddenly ran out, and happened to bump into it again?
Whoever has such a treasure would hide it like a sweetheart, lest outsiders find out and snatch it away.
Lin Sanqi suddenly felt uninterested. He originally thought that the counterfeiting of antiques would peak decades later, but he never expected that there were already fake antiques in 1959.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi waved his hand, and even lost the desire to take a look:
"Brother, this thing is a treasure. I can't afford it. Find someone else."
The little eyes became anxious upon hearing this: "Hey, don't ask me, brother, if you like it, just give me a price. I don't want much, just give me 200 kilograms of fine grain and I will sell it to you."
Lin Sanqi rolled her eyes at him and didn't bother to say anything more.
People who go astray often form cliques, and he doesn't have to offend a local gangster. Safety comes first when he comes to the black market.
After walking around for a few times, Lin Sanqi finally spotted a rice seller. It was packed in a cloth bag and placed open on the ground, surrounded by dense crowds of onlookers.
"Hey, this rice is good, snow-white."
"It looks like Northeastern rice, which is rare these days. How to sell it?"
"That's it, how much does it cost? I'll cover it all."
The seller was a rich young man. When someone asked about the price, he shook his head:
"Not selling, just exchanging things, cotton cloth, meat stamps, bicycles are all fine, but no cash is required."
Many people smacked their lips and cried out that it was a pity when they heard that cash was not required. They looked at the rice in their eyes and left reluctantly.
Lin Sanqi squeezed into the crowd and pretended to be casual and asked a middle-aged man next to her:
"Comrade, let me ask, if this kind of rice is sold for money, how much can it cost per kilogram?"
"It's not cheap. Nowadays, fine grain stamps alone cost three to four yuan per catty. The key is that even if you have food stamps, people's grain stations may not have rice, so if you really want to sell it, you can't get it without five yuan per catty." Come down.”
Lin Sanqi thought to herself that it seemed that the price she sold to the dean's family for 3 yuan per pound was a bargain. No wonder the dean's wife was so happy.
"That flour, I'm talking about snow-white, the best flour."
"Are you talking about Fuqiang fans?"
"Uh...right!?"
"Hey, Fuqiang fans are incredible. Anyway, I have never seen this pigeon market. The price starts at 6 yuan no matter what."
Fuqiang flour is ground from the core part of wheat seeds. 100 kilograms of whole wheat can only produce 70 kilograms of flour, so it is also called "70 flour."
Fuqiang powder is white in color, has less impurities, less gluten content, high fineness, and tastes very good.
In 1959, ordinary people could not even see or eat food, they were just like tributes.
In addition, there are other 80 fans, 85 fans, 90 fans, etc.
100 kilograms of wheat yield 90 kilograms of flour, which is all yellow in color because too much bran is mixed in. The grain yield is high, but it tastes irritating and tastes bad.
Of course it is much better than stick noodles, and it can still be classified as a kind of "fine grain".
It's just that Lin Sanqi is from the south, and the staple food of southerners is rice, so Lin Sanqi doesn't know much about the classification and quality of flour.
(End of chapter)