Chapter 65

After the sun set, Cao Cao Weiguo walked into the woods carrying two large sacks.

After finishing a wedding banquet, Cao Cao Weiguo didn't go straight home but came to the Xihai Pigeon Market.

He was quite familiar with the Xihai Pigeon Market and sold a hundred pounds of pork in no time.

Then, Cao Cao Weiguo walked around with his empty sacks.

The Pigeon Market was similar to a large fair, the only difference being the environment and atmosphere.

It was pitch black, making it hard to see people or things.

Both selling and buying were done furtively.

The goods traded were varied, but mostly grain and dried goods.

There weren't many people selling chicken or meat!

In this era, there were rules about raising chickens privately.

You could raise them, but not too many.

Usually two or three; any more wouldn't be allowed.

In this era, chickens were precious treasures.

Especially egg-laying hens, affectionately called "chicken-butt" banks.

Whether in the countryside or the city, egg-laying hens were treated as treasures.

Unless it was a dire situation, few people could bear to slaughter an egg-laying hen.

Chicken was rare, and pork or mutton was even rarer.

Pigs and sheep were raised collectively; for private individuals, let alone selling meat, even the chance to touch raw meat was rare.

So, as soon as Cao Cao Weiguo brought out his pork, it was snatched up in the blink of an eye.

After walking around for twenty minutes, Cao Cao Weiguo finally found someone selling "old items."

"How much are you asking for it?"

Cao Cao Weiguo weighed it in his hand and checked the quality of the jade bracelet.

The man in the felt hat said in a low voice, "One hundred."

Cao Cao Weiguo thought for a moment, "Twenty, take it or leave it."

The man in the felt hat said urgently, "No, that's too low! You can't haggle like that!"

Cao Cao Weiguo was slightly silent, "I won't waste words. Thirty Brother Yuan. If it's a deal, it's a deal. If not, I'm leaving."

Thirty Brother Yuan was already a lot.

In this era, many workers didn't even make thirty Brother Yuan a month.

Besides, this jade bracelet couldn't be eaten or drunk.

Being able to sell it for thirty Brother Yuan was already very difficult.

If he hadn't run into Cao Cao Weiguo,

nobody would probably even want this jade bracelet.

The man in the felt hat clearly knew this.

But he still said stubbornly, "Fifty Brother Yuan. This is my ancestral bracelet."

Cao Cao Weiguo turned to leave, and the man in the felt hat hurriedly said, "Wait! Thirty it is."

The jade bracelet was of questionable origin and hard to sell, so the man in the felt hat had to bow his head.

Cao Cao Weiguo took the money from his pocket and handed it to the man.

The man in the felt hat counted it carefully three times.

"I also have a jade pendant. Would you like to take a look?"

After handing the jade bracelet to Cao Cao Weiguo, the man in the felt hat said expectantly in a low voice.

Cao Cao Weiguo said, "Let me see."

The jade pendant was carved from white jade into the shape of a dragon, the jade quality moist and pure.

It had a texture like congealed fat, the dragon bowing its head and curving its body, the design soft and graceful.

Cao Cao Weiguo, possessing master-level appraisal skills, quickly determined it was a good item.

If placed in the 21st century, one flip would be worth an apartment inside the Fifth Ring Road.

"What's the price?"

"50 Brother Yuan!"

"10 Brother Yuan, take it or leave it!"

"Deal!"

Cao Cao Weiguo paid the money readily.

This financial power made the man in the felt hat surge with excitement.

The man in the felt hat said, "Sir, I have many more good things at home. Are you interested?"

Cao Cao Weiguo said perfunctorily, "I'll be here at this time next week. You can bring a few more pieces."

The man in the felt hat said excitedly, "Good! I'll wait for you at Nankou next week."

Such a wealthy and generous big client was extremely rare in the Pigeon Market. ===== CHAPTER 117 =====

Xihai

The pitch-black environment was the best cover.

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

Before he could start selling for the second time, he ran into an "old acquaintance."

An old man wearing a horse-face jacket walked over, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Young man, it really is you!"

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

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

Because he didn't lack buyers for his goods!

The old man in the horse-face jacket stared at the sacks with shining eyes, "Is it all pork? How many pounds?"

Cao Cao Weiguo said, "One hundred pounds, one Brother Yuan and three per pound."

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

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

A burly man took out a flashlight to check the pork, and the old man in the horse-face jacket paid the money readily.

It seems there are rich people in every era.

The old man in the horse-face jacket was someone who didn't lack money.

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

Cao Cao Weiguo: "Yeah, it's getting harder and harder to get goods."

The old man in the horse-face jacket said, "Young man, do you have anything else?"

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

On the market, you had to use coupons, and white flour was one mao eight per pound.

Although Cao Cao Weiguo's price was high, scarcity makes things valuable!

Don't think that white flour isn't rare just because it's grain!

Fine grains like white flour were, in some ways, even more in short supply than pork.

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

Cao Cao Weiguo said concisely, "Wait for me!"

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

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

"Take a look!"

The burly man took the flashlight and looked, touched, and smelled it.

That serious and careful attitude made Cao Cao Weiguo feel something special.

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

The burly man turned to look at the old man in the horse-face jacket, "Second Uncle, no problem." ===== CHAPTER 118 =====