Chapter 114: Encountering an Attack

West Sea

The pitch-black environment was the best cover.

After going out from the north side of the woods for a stroll, Cao Weiguo returned to the Pigeon Market again, carrying two large burlap sacks.

Before he could start his second round of sales, he encountered an "old acquaintance."

An old man wearing a mandarin jacket walked over, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Young man, it really is you!"

Cao Weiguo said with a smile, "Long time no see. Would you like some pork, sir?"

Although this was a big client, Cao Weiguo didn't take it to heart.

Because his goods never lacked buyers!

The old man in the mandarin jacket stared at the sacks with shining eyes: "Is it all pork? How many jin?"

Cao Weiguo said, "One hundred jin, one yuan and three per jin."

The old man in the mandarin jacket said boldly, "I'll take it all."

With money delivered to his door, Cao Weiguo naturally wouldn't refuse.

A burly man took out a flashlight to inspect the pork, and the old man in the mandarin jacket paid the bill readily.

It seems there are wealthy people in every era.

The old man in the mandarin jacket was someone who didn't lack money.

The old man in the mandarin jacket: "Young man, it's been a while."

Cao Weiguo: "Sigh, goods are getting harder and harder to collect."

The old man in the mandarin jacket said, "Young man, do you have any other goods?"

Cao Weiguo said, "I have one hundred jin of white flour left, five mao per jin."

On the market, purchasing with coupons, white flour was one mao eight per jin.

Although Cao Weiguo's asking price was high, goods are valued for their scarcity!

Don't think that because white flour is grain, it isn't rare!

Fine grains like white flour were, to some extent, in even shorter supply than pork.

The old man in the mandarin jacket said without hesitation, "I'll take it all!"

Cao Weiguo said concisely, "Wait for me!"

After speaking, Cao Weiguo turned and left, disappearing into the darkness in a few steps.

Five or six minutes later, Cao Weiguo returned carrying a bag of white flour in each hand.

"Take a look!"

The burly man held the flashlight, looking, touching, and smelling it.

That serious and careful attitude gave Cao Weiguo a strange feeling.

Someone who didn't know better would think they were trading some kind of dangerous item.

The burly man turned his head to look at the old man in the mandarin jacket: "Second Uncle, no problem." ===== CHAPTER 116 =====