Chapter 214 The consequences are serious
The ghost street is over Dongzhimen, which is far away from his home. Fortunately, Li Jiayi ran faster.
But even so, it took him almost half an hour to get there.
As soon as he entered the intersection of Ghost Street, someone came out to stop him.
But when he saw Asheng following Li Jiayi, he immediately took a few steps back.
Asked: "Are you buying or selling?"
"If you don't want to buy or sell, come and take a look first."
"Go in!"
The black market and the pigeon market are not the same. Likewise, Pigeon Market is not managed by anyone, just like a market.
But the black market is managed by someone to ensure everyone's safety. After all, it is illegal to buy and sell things on the black market.
The managers of the black market are responsible for maintaining order in the black market and serving as sentries.
If there is any disturbance, the managers of the black market will report it. Whether you can run away at that time depends on your ability.
Of course, this is mainly for people who come to sell things on the black market.
And they collect money from those who sell things here. There is no fee to buy things.
Similarly, even if a person who comes to buy something is unlucky and gets caught, nothing will happen to him.
The most I can do is give them a few words of education and then confiscate the things.
But for the people who come here to sell things, it is another story.
After these people are caught, not only will everything be confiscated, but they may also be involved in illegal crimes.
It’s okay if you have too little stuff, but if you say you have too much stuff, you can basically be sure that you will go to jail.
This is no joke, because the things sold by people who come to the black market are basically invisible.
Speculation can even be considered a good thing, and many of it even involves theft and corruption.
This is also why there is a crackdown on the black market, because many people send corrupted items to the black market to sell them, or exchange them for other items, and there is no evidence.
Entering the black market, Li Jia looked around and saw that there was really everything for sale!
Antique calligraphy and paintings, large and small yellow croakers, and various kinds of tickets, including food stamps.
Is it just this price! Li Jiayi was speechless. One pound of local stamps cost 60 cents.
This thing used to cost only two cents, which is equivalent to a three-fold increase.
Li Jiayi even saw someone selling flour, and the price was extremely high, but even so, it was quickly bought.
The person selling flour is either a grain station employee, or is in charge of logistics or warehouse.
Otherwise it would be impossible to sell so much flour.
You must know that not only has the ration been reduced, but the proportion of flour in the ration has not changed!
It only accounts for 20% of the quota.
Based on the calculation of a family of five, and all adults in the family, the monthly ration is just over 100 kilograms.
And among the more than one hundred kilograms of grain, flour will never exceed thirty kilograms.
The flour seller just now must have sold about one hundred kilograms of flour.
Li Jiayi walked to a stall with large and small yellow croakers in front of him, squatted down and asked, "How do you sell this large yellow croaker?"
"Not for sale."
"Uh!" Li Jia was stunned for a moment and asked: "If you don't want to sell it, what are you doing..."
"Change!"
" Exchange? What?”
“Food stamps or grains are fine.”
"Oh! How do you change this?" Li Jiayi became interested.
“A small yellow croaker can be exchanged for one hundred and fifty kilograms of face stamps or rice stamps. If you exchange it with grain, it will be one hundred kilograms.”
“Then your price is too high. I think it’s too high. The coupons are sold for 60 cents per catty. According to your calculation, one gram of yours is equivalent to three yuan.”
To know the price of large and small yellow croaker, if you exchange it normally, one gram is only two yuan. About five bucks.
This is calculated based on the international gold price. The current international gold price is about US$35 per ounce.
According to the current exchange rate of US dollars to RMB, one gram of gold is about two and a half yuan.
Also, food is expensive now! It is much more expensive than gold, and gold cannot be eaten or drunk.
No wonder there is no one here.
In fact, not only his place, but also the stalls displaying large and small yellow croakers were basically empty.
It seems there are many smart people.
Know the importance of food.
Let’s put it this way! If I could exchange this little yellow croaker for fifty kilograms of flour, that would be great. I would like to exchange it for another hundred kilograms.
It is estimated that it will take less than a year. Even if one large yellow croaker can be exchanged for two hundred kilograms of grain, it will be a high price, and someone will have to exchange it with him.
Li Jiayi shook his head, left the stall with Asheng, and continued walking inside.
Soon Li Jiayi came to a stall selling antique calligraphy and paintings, and squatted down.
Not to mention, there is still a lot of stuff.
Li Jiayi pointed to a painting and asked: "Whose painting is this?"
"Of course it belongs to Mr. Qi."
"Mr. Qi?"
The stall owner said: "It is the painting of Mr. Qi Baishi."
"Qi Baishi, are you sure?"
"Of course you are sure, you can take a look."
Li Jia opened the painting and looked at it under the weak light of the lantern. It was really a picture of shrimps. , As for whether it belongs to Qi Baishi, Li Jiayi really doesn’t know.
No way, because he knows nothing about these.
"Let's talk first. Are you sure this is Mr. Qi's painting? If you lie to me, the consequences will be serious."
"I definitely didn't lie to you. This is indeed a painting by Mr. Qi Baishi." The stall owner said.
"Okay, since you are so sure, how much do I want for it?"
"I don't want money." "No money? You don't want food or food stamps, too?" ”
“That’s right”
"Okay! How many food stamps do you want for this painting?"
The stall owner stretched out a finger and said: "At least one hundred catties of face stamps or rice stamps."
"I don't have face tickets or rice tickets." Li Jiayi shook his head.
"What trouble would we make without you?" the stall owner said, glaring at Li Jiayi.
“Although I don’t have local face stamps or rice stamps, I have national food stamps. I don’t know if these national food stamps are acceptable.”
"Yes, yes, of course."
Just kidding, national food stamps are not good, what else is good.
You must know that national food stamps are much more expensive than local food stamps.
"Are the national food stamps also one hundred pounds?"
"Yes."
"Okay, one hundred catties is one hundred catties."
If it were really Qi Baishi's painting, let alone one hundred catties of national food stamps, even one thousand catties would be worth it!
So he didn’t care too much. It didn’t matter whether he had more or less pounds.
Li Jia handed over one hundred catties of national food stamps and left with the painting.
But before leaving, he made a small move towards Asheng.
Asheng walked up to the stall owner, smelled it, and then followed Li Jiayi.
This stall owner doesn’t think that he can’t recognize him with his face covered!
Yes, people who come to Ghost Street, whether they come to buy things or sell things, will cover their faces, even Li Jiayi is no exception.
This is to prevent being recognized.
He had already figured out the black market, so there was no need to stay and he left directly.
When I got home, it was already past two o'clock, so I went directly upstairs to sleep.
Early the next morning, Li Jiayi got up, took the painting and ran to Liao Kai's house.
"Uncle Liao, are you up?"
"Get up, come in!"
As soon as Li Jia opened the door and entered the house, he saw Liao Kai doing breakfast.
"What do you want to do when you come here so early in the morning?"
"Uncle Liao, help me take a look at this painting!" Li Jia put the painting on the Eight Immortals table.
When he heard about the painting, Liao Kai went over to wash his hands, then wiped them dry, and then came over to open the painting.
After looking at it carefully, Liao Kai frowned and asked, "Where did you get this painting?"
"What's wrong, Uncle Liao, this painting is fake. ”
"Of course the painting is real, but it depends on who you bought it from?"
"Qi Baishi's."
Hearing what Li Jiayi said, Liao Kai shook his head and said: " This painting is not by Qi Baishi. I once saw a painting by Qi Baishi in Liulichang. , completely different from this one.”
“Ah! So I bought a fake painting?”
“It can’t be said to be a fake painting. This painting is quite old. It’s probably clear. A late painting, and a painting by an unknown artist.”
"Uncle Liao, that's still fake."
"You kid, why can't I explain it to you! This is not a painting by Qi Baishi, but it is not a fake painting either. If you regard him as Qi Baishi's paintings are fake if you buy them, but if you don't take them as Qi Baishi’s painting, it’s true.”
“But I just think it’s Qi Baishi’s painting?”
“That’s false.”
“ Yeah! I understand, thank you Uncle Liao.”
Just when Li Jiayi was about to leave with the painting, Liao Kai said: "You kid, don't do anything blindly if you don't understand."
"I know Uncle Liao, then I will go back first."
< br>"Well! Go back!"
After returning home, Li Jia went straight upstairs, threw the painting on the table, and sat down angrily. Unexpectedly, he was cheated.
Although he said he didn’t care about the one hundred kilograms of national food stamps, he felt uncomfortable being cheated.
Throughout the whole day, Li Jiayi couldn't lift his spirits.
That night, Li Jiayi went out again, still taking Asheng with him.
Half an hour later, Li Jiayi came to the black market again. When he came there, he went to the place where he bought the paintings yesterday.
But the person staying here today is not the person who sold him the painting yesterday.
"A Sheng!" Li Jia shouted softly.
As if Asheng understood, he ran forward, almost two hundred meters before he stopped.
Then he whined a few times in one direction. Li Jiayi quickly looked over and saw who it was if it wasn't the person who sold him the painting yesterday.
Although this man changed his clothes today, he even changed the things he used to cover his face.
But there are some things that cannot be exchanged, and that is the things he used to sell.
The items on his stall were basically the same as yesterday.
Li Jiayi did not go over, but turned around and left. Of course, he did not go far, he was just looking at the stall not far away.
Li Jiayi told the other party yesterday that the consequences of lying to him would be serious.
Time passed by, and in a blink of an eye it was past four in the morning, and many people began to pack up their stalls.
It gets bright earlier now, around five o'clock, so people on the black market have to get home before dawn.
This way you can save yourself from being seen.
The guy who sold him the fake paintings was also closing the stall, and he was doing it very quickly.
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(End of this chapter)