Chapter 60

The night is as deep as ink.

Black market entrance.

Several heads are moving.

"Head Sun, why hasn't the Salt Gang come yet?"

A thin monkey-like man picked his ears.

Sun Ming was also impatient, but he was the leader after all, so he could only snort: "If I tell you to wait, then wait; where did all this grumbling come from?"

There are many gangs in Qinghe.

Chai Gang, Yu Gang, Ma Gang... most of them are poor people huddling together for warmth, gradually forming organizations, and later gradually developing and growing, having quite a bit of influence in one place.

But the Salt Gang is a special existence.

Salt and iron are the heavy weapons of the country, and the Yu Kingdom implements official purchase of salt and iron.

It can be understood that these two items are too profitable, and the imperial court wants to put the money into its own pants pocket.

So compared to the other several gangs, the Salt Gang are all a group of lawless people.

The name of the Salt Gang leader has been hanging on the government's reward list for years.

But even so, the business of selling private salt has never been banned, just because it is really profitable.

Two percent profit can make people's hearts move, five percent profit makes people willing to take risks, and ten percent profit can make people fight for it crazily.

And the profit of buying salt is ten times more!

The thin monkey rubbed his hands: "It's not easy to open for business; this time at least earn him one hundred taels!"

Sun Ming was also looking forward to it.

"After tonight, take you to the Huaye Building to have fun."

During this period, he was worried that Li Rui wouldn't be on the path, so he had been suppressing all kinds of unspeakable businesses.

The oil and water were less than seventy percent.

The little cubs under him had long been hungry and howling.

Seeing that Li Rui had received the things and read the account books, and didn't have any more actions, he dared to be bold enough to continue doing black-path business.

If you want to talk about the most profitable.

Naturally, it is buying salt.

So he didn't hesitate at all and found the Salt Gang.

The Salt Gang is fierce and evil to ordinary people, a taboo-like existence.

But to the upper-class people, it is the God of Wealth.

In those official and wealthy families, it has long been an unwritten rule.

If it weren't for Vice Helmsman Zhao Wei's permission, how would he dare to be so unscrupulous.

Soon—

Several figures appeared not far away.

"Here!"

Several lean men dressed in shabby clothes walked to Sun Yang's front; the leading middle-aged man with small eyes kept his hand in his bosom, scanned left and right several times, and then took out a bag that was half a person tall.

I can't imagine how he hid such a big bag on his body.

Sun Ming knew the temper of these people in the Salt Gang very well.

Don't talk, just produce the goods.

It can also be said that they are ruthless and don't talk much.

After all, they are all jobs where their heads are tied to their waistbands; wanting to be cheerful is impossible.

Anyone who has bought private salt knows that the more you talk, the faster you die.

"Eighty taels."

The small-eyed man said in a somewhat hoarse voice, while extending his hand to ask for silver.

Sun Ming sneered: "Wait, I want to verify the goods first."

This salt is very particular; the price difference between coarse salt and fine salt is very large, and people with rich experience in selling salt can often distinguish the quality of salt by tasting it.

He untied the hemp rope tied to the bag.

Particles of white and dark-colored crystals appeared before his eyes.

Sun Yang pinched a few and tasted them.

The entrance is first salty, with a slight bitterness.

"Not bad."

He nodded with satisfaction.

The salt used in ancient times was not sea salt, but salt mines, with many impurities and no purification technology, so the quality of this salt is already considered quite good.

"Eighty taels, it's fair."

Sun Ming understood that you can't bargain when doing business with people from the Salt Gang.

Buying private salt can cost you your head.

Even greedy for life-saving money, that is really worse than a beast.

Sun Ming asked himself that he was still very moral.

But just as he took out the silver ticket—

Torches suddenly lit up all around.

"Who is it?!"

He turned his head.

A familiar face walked out from the darkness behind the torches, grinning with two rows of somewhat yellow teeth.

"Little Sun, you are like this, it makes me very disappointed."

Sun Ming saw that old face clearly, and his expression instantly became ugly.

"Fuck, I've been played!"

He looked at Li Rui's bright smiling face and wished he could bite his teeth to pieces, but soon took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "Deacon Li, what are you doing? Don't let the flood wash the Dragon King Temple."

Li Rui shook his head with a bit of regret:

"Little Sun, I have always felt that you are a good young man."

"At first, Constable Deng said that someone in our black market was selling private salt, and I didn't believe it; I didn't expect it to be you."

"How can I explain this to Vice Helmsman Zhao?"

He blamed himself again:

"It was my old eyes that were dim, and I misjudged the person."

Then he turned his head to look at the capable middle-aged man in the black-blue uniform of the government office beside him.

"Constable Deng, you've worked hard."

Constable Deng cupped his hands toward Li Rui: "Li Tangzhu is righteous and destroys his relatives; my family is too late to thank you, not hard work."

His eyes shone.

Constable Liu died, and he succeeded him as the new constable.

He was worrying about having no performance, and Sun Ming delivered himself to the door.

Catching private salt traffickers is a great achievement, the kind that can be reported to the prefecture government; I think the county magistrate should be very happy.

"Take him away!"

Constable Deng waved his hand, and several constables rushed up; Sun Ming and the others didn't dare to resist, but the Salt Gang didn't have these concerns, drawing their sabers and fighting with the constables.

The result is self-evident; all were beheaded on the spot.

Sun Ming was pressed by several constables, staring at Li Rui and Constable Deng with red eyes: "You remember this for me, this matter is not over!"

Constable Deng sneered:

"Right, it's not over."

The imperial court has recently been cracking down on private salt traffickers, and he needs a few heads; this fat man in front of him is very suitable.

He turned to cupped his hands toward Li Rui: "Li Tangzhu, then I will go first."

After saying that, Constable Deng took the people and left.

How could he not see that this Sun Ming was sold by Li Rui.

But so what?

Selling private salt is a matter with conclusive evidence, and that is enough.

One yard is one yard.

No matter how powerful the Tiandi Alliance is, it cannot manage the government office.

And who said he didn't have anyone behind him.

Constable Deng glanced at Sun Ming, who was unconvinced, and sneered repeatedly.

"If you want to blame someone, blame Zhao Wei for being too prominent and offending too many people."

Sun Ming died.

He died in the prison; he was scared to death, and didn't even have time to be sent to the execution ground.

At first, Sun Ming would shout a few times, but later he became more and more silent, and finally didn't say a word for several days.

Some people are more fearful when they are about to die, the more ruthless they are.

Sun Ming died in his own fear.

From beginning to end, Zhao Wei never showed up.

This kind of thing like buying private salt, once it is put on the table, even if Dao Xiong comes forward, it is useless, unless the county magistrate also doesn't want his head.

Some things, once touched, must pay the price.

In the black market.

Li Rui was still reading books as usual, as if Sun Ming's matter had never happened.

He pinched a green tea cup with two fingers.

Took a sip of tea.

"It's a pity he died; the tea he sent is really good, should have asked earlier."

(End of chapter)