When the man saw the rice in Ye Nan's basket, he was mesmerized.
Selling such good polished rice in this small ghost market?
"Brother, how much are you selling this rice for?”
Ye Nan was stunned by his question.
After all, he had just started working in the black market, so he really didn't know the prices in the black market.
Why was it called the black market?
First, the things inside must be "hidden".
Secondly, the price was too high.
Ye Nan asked in a low voice,
"How much are you selling it for?"
The man shook his head and muttered to himself,
"As expected of a newcomer."
Then, she ignored Ye Nan.
After all, the two of them were in a competitive relationship now, and the man couldn't possibly reveal the price in the black market to Ye Nan.
He was also afraid that Ye Nan would steal his business.
Most importantly, the quality of Ye Nan's rice was really good.
Even under the dim light of the flashlight, the plump rice grains looked crystal clear.
Ye Nan was wondering how much his rice should be sold for when an older man stopped in front of his basket.
He used the flashlight to shine on the rice inside and said in an excited tone,
"How much is your rice?"
Ye Nan raised two fingers at him.
The old man was stunned for a moment before he muttered,
"Two yuan per catty? Young people nowadays were crazy about money.”
Then, she asked about the price of rice at the stall next to Ye Nan's.
The man glanced at Ye Nan and made an eight gesture at the old man, then said,
"No food stamps."
The old man nodded,
"Give me ten catties."
The man simply weighed, packed, and collected the money
It was obvious that he was someone who had been in the black market all year round.
Ye Nan finally knew the price.
Usually, when they went to the grain station to buy rice, it was basically 10 cents per catty and they had to pay a catty of food stamps.
A catty of food stamps could be bought for about 30 cents on the black market.
Selling a catty of rice for 80 cents without a food stamp would be about twice the normal price on the black market.
"Brother, I am the king of rice in this black market. Look at the entire black market, I am the only one who can produce rice.”
"Your rice is indeed not bad, but your price of two yuan per catty is too high.”
"In such a small black market, no one would want your price.”
"How about this, I'll pay you one yuan per catty for your rice.”
"Of course, we don't need food stamps."
Ye Nan thought for a moment and shook his head.
After a while, another man stopped in front of Ye Nan's stall and shone his flashlight at Ye Nan's basket.
"How much is your rice?"
Ye Nan looked up and saw a bearded man. He said in a low voice,
"One yuan and two catties, no food stamps."
The man squatted down and carefully looked at the rice in the basket, his expression hesitant.
"This is fine rice. This price is not bad.”
"You can't buy rice like mine on the black market.”
Only then did the man make up his mind. He nodded fiercely and said,
"Alright, how much do you have here? I want them all."
Ye Nan was stunned for a moment, then said in a deep voice,
"Thirty catties. But can you take it empty-handed?"
"I can't give you this basket."
The man pulled out a large woven bag from his trouser pocket and said,
"Just pour it inside."
After Ye Nan poured all the rice in his basket into the woven bag, he realized that he had not brought a scale.
Hence, he said to the stall next door,
"Brother, can I borrow your title?"
However, the bearded man said,"No need."
Then, he picked up the woven bag with one hand and weighed it in his hand.
"Just nice."
Then, she took out thirty-six yuan from her pocket and handed it to Ye Nan. She then carried the thirty catties of rice and left.
"Brother, when you go out to work in the future, prepare your equipment.”
Ye Nan smiled awkwardly at him.
He covered himself with the black cloth and prepared to leave with the basket on his back.
He thought about it again.
After working for half an hour, he only earned less than 40 yuan.
He turned around and walked into the black market.
After walking to the other end of the black market,
Ye Nan put down the basket and squatted in a corner. He took out 30 catties of flour from the system warehouse and put it in the basket.
Then, he removed the black cloth and began to sell the flour.
A noodle seller from the opposite stall saw Ye Nan and greeted him with a smile,
"Yo, bro, which factory are you from?”
"Your flour looks good.”
"How much is one jin?"
Ye Nan was suddenly confused.
Two people who set up stalls in a row could tell that he was from the factory?
Was the air of a worker on him that heavy?
Ye Nan didn't respond to him, but was calculating how much he should sell the essence powder for.
The average price of refined powder ranged from 26 cents to 30 cents.
Moreover, going to the grain station to buy one jin of essence powder still required one jin of grain tickets.
It shouldn't be a problem for him to sell it for 1.5 RMB per catty.
Sure enough, good quality stuff is popular
Not long after Ye Nan squatted down, a man came over to ask for the price.
After Ye Nan said the price, he said,
The man said that he wanted all of them, then skillfully took out a woven bag from his pocket and handed it to Ye Nan.
After Ye Nan poured the flour into the woven bag, he weighed it and said,
" 30 catties, 45 yuan."
The man was stunned for a moment and said angrily,
"Bro, are you kidding me?"
"You said 30 catties, so it's 30 catties? We are all working class people, how can we deceive each other?”
"At least give me a scale.”
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