I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 741
Lao Dunzi is one of the big bosses in Shanghai's underground economic market, with his hands and eyes open to the sky, and [-]% of the underground factories' shipments are through his hands. It can be said that he is making a lot of money every day.

But he himself lives in the old alley, wandering in the atmosphere of fireworks.

Great hidden in the city!

One day, he was lying on a wicker chair picking his teeth, and there was a wind blowing through the door of the Shikumen, when suddenly a child brought him a paper dumpling, and then ran away with a piece of candy in his mouth.

Old Tunzi opened the ball of paper, and the handwriting on it was crooked.

But the meaning is clearly expressed, that is to say, there is a truckload of grain from the south passing by here. The bus is a bus, but the grain is the high-quality white rice and flour purchased by the driver privately during the return journey. He intends to sell it along the way and ask him if he would like to eat it. Next, if you eat all of them, take the money out of the city and meet in the grove southwest of the bridge.

He also said that there are three tons of rice and noodles each, calculated at three yuan and fifty one catty, only cash and gold bars are accepted, and a maximum of three people can be brought to meet and trade, and the time is set at eight o'clock in the evening.

Six tons of rice noodles is 1 catties!

Old Tunzi sat up abruptly, two balls of light burst out in his eyes.

The most precious thing nowadays is not gold, not silver, not antique calligraphy and paintings of rich people, but grain, fine grain!
Lao Dunzi experienced the famine 19 years ago. How many people fled in all directions, how many rich families fell overnight, and they couldn't get a piece of pancake in exchange for gold on the way to escape from the famine, and starved to death.

And Lao Dunzi relied on this kind of money to come to Shanghai and gain a firm foothold.

Today, the situation is no different from that year.

He handles the industrial products of the underground factory, but he doesn't care at all, and it doesn't attract his interest. Only those who privately plant and breed come to him, can he get his favor, but who dares to do it on a large scale?
Shanghai is an industrial city, and there are no continuous mountains or continuous land to hide.

Therefore, regardless of the origin, he is bound to get the six tons of grain.

Isn't it just 4 yuan?The money is inconvenient to carry, so I replaced it with large yellow croakers.

With 25 large yellow croakers in hand, Lao Tunzi asked his left and right hands to accompany him out of the city. Before leaving the city, he told the fourth person, "You follow the city, but if you don't pass the bridge, whether you are successful in the transaction or being tricked by someone, you hear the whistle. Take someone to drive a car to meet them, in case there are 1 catties of fine grains, it is enough for us to work all night."

He is not so calculating.

This group of people knew what to do without the old dunzi going into detail.

Act separately.

After leaving the city, Lao Dunzi and his left and right hands rode bicycles for twenty or thirty miles, and found the bridge mentioned on the paper ball. After crossing the bridge, they drove another twenty or thirty miles, and stopped in front of a forest.

It is said to be a forest, but the branches are actually bare, and the leaves have been peeled off, but it is not obvious in the night.

They arrived at less than eight o'clock, and wandered around for a while with flashlights. After waiting for about ten minutes, they saw a Jiefang truck coming from there and parked near them. A soft voice came from the window. Came: "Old Dunzi?"

"Female driver? I'm Lao Dunzi, and you're the one who delivered the letter to me?" Lao Dunzi stepped forward.

The car door opened, and a tall, middle-aged woman jumped out.

The moment the car door opened, Old Dunzi noticed that there was another woman sitting in the passenger seat.

The middle-aged woman who came down was wearing black trousers in a flowery gown, with a fluffy perm hair on her head, and a gauze scarf around her head. Her eyebrows and eyes were painted. , 1 bags."

Old Tunzi climbed into the carriage and stuck a bayonet knife into his pocket.

The bayonet has a slot, and when it is pulled out, there is some grain in the slot, which is indeed high-quality white rice, and then put it into other pockets, either rice or white flour, all of which are high-quality goods.

"Good stuff!" He jumped out of the car.

(End of this chapter)