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Chapter 114 Pigeon Market, I bet you are also a trader
In the blink of an eye, the next day came, and Chen Shoushan led someone into the yard. Yao Weijun explained the location of the fire stove in detail, and started working together.

The four people spent more than half a day working on it, and they finally finished the job.

Yao Weijun tried his best to invite Chen Shoushan to come over for dinner in the evening, but the latter declined with a smile and continued to the east with two villagers to repair the cellar.

Now that the cellar digging project has come to the final stage, Chen Shoushan is thinking about going to the greenhouse early to learn mushroom cultivation. He does not want to waste any time on the project.

Seeing that Yao Weijun couldn't keep him, he arranged for Ma Zhanguo, who made canned food for him, to send some canned roasted seeds and something to each of the three of them after work to show his appreciation.

"I will leave for Beijing the day after tomorrow, just in time to settle accounts with Brother You again..."

Yao Weijun secretly planned to wait until tomorrow to buy some coal for heating. If time permits, he would go to the Dawangmiao Joint Venture Area to meet with Deputy Director Han of the glass products factory to agree on the second model of cans and bottles. Make.

After dinner in the evening, he, Yu Xiunan and his sister-in-law made more than ten bottles of assorted cans, preparing to take them to the capital together with the canned brown sugar and jujubes to find a suitable distributor.

Time passed quickly, and Yao Weijun went out in the morning the next day. He spent the whole morning contacting the coal mine, and then rushed to the Dawangmiao Joint Operation Area in the afternoon.

Advance to the Glass Products Factory.

He walked into Deputy Director Han's office.

"Brother Yao, what brought you here today? Why, it's not because the business is so good that you came here to rush the goods, right?"

When Deputy Factory Director Han saw him, he smiled and greeted him cordially.

After having dinner last time, the two of them seemed to have become friends. They were no longer falsely polite to each other and spoke much more casually.

After Yao Weijun sat down, he handed out a cigarette and generously explained his purpose.

Although according to the purchase and sale contract, he had to wait until he had produced [-] bottles of the current model before starting the production of the second model, but he couldn't help but they were already familiar with each other. After a slight hesitation, Deputy Factory Director Han nodded readily and agreed. Come down.

For the shape of the second bottle, Yao Weijun chose the cylindrical one, thinking that if it were used as assorted cans, the effect would definitely be good.

According to the production progress, Deputy Director Han promised that the second bottle will be available in batches in ten days.

Yao Weijun was overjoyed. Calculating the time, he would be able to get the new can and bottle style when he returned from the capital, which would greatly assist his subsequent sales and distribution.

Saying goodbye to Deputy Factory Director Han, he returned home easily on his motorcycle.

The whole family had dinner together in the evening. Yu Xiunan carefully packed his luggage and went to bed early.

The next morning, after You Damin loaded the goods and settled the accounts, Yao Weijun got into the car driven by You Damin with a work bag on his body and a canvas bag in his hand.

Then, under the watch of the whole family, the car drove quickly towards the outside of Jianchang Village.

Taking You Damin's car would save him the trouble of transferring to Daliu Commune, so he could take a car directly to Beijing in the county seat.

"Brother Yao, if you find any good deals in the capital, remember to take me to buy some stocks!"

In the cab, in addition to the driver, You Damin and Yao Weijun were also sitting next to them.

The two smoked cigarettes and chatted.

"Let's go and take a look first. It's hard to do business now. It's controlled by the superiors and our peers are watching. I can't say which business is guaranteed to make money."

Yao Weijun smiled modestly, "Brother You, don't worry, if I really find a good way to make money, I will definitely not forget you, Brother You!"

"Haha, then I'll be waiting for the good news!" You Damin was in a good mood after hearing this, and continued: "When you plan to come back, remember to call me from the capital, so that I can have time to pick you up at the station. Let me cleanse you from the wind!"

Yao Weijun nodded happily and the two chatted and laughed. Time passed quickly. In less than an hour, the car drove into the county seat.

At You Damin's signal, the driver did not rush to unload the goods, but took the lead and went straight to the county bus station.

When they arrived at the place, Yao Weijun got out of the car with his canvas bag and turned around to say goodbye to You Damin.

"Thank you, Brother You. Go and do your work. We'll see you in a few days!"

"Okay! Brother Yao, have a nice journey!"

You Damin rolled down the window, waved his hand and ordered the driver to drive back onto the road.

Yao Weijun carried the canvas bag and entered the station to buy a ticket. Because he had a letter of introduction, everything went smoothly. He took the ticket to the waiting hall and waited for less than half an hour before boarding the bus bound for the capital.

Shuyun County is originally a suburb of Beijing. There are more passenger buses to and from Beijing at the bus station than to other places. However, there are also more passengers on the bus. In addition to those who bought seat tickets, there are also passengers who bought station tickets. Tickets, carrying luggage, standing in the carriage aisle, crowded.

Not only that, there is still no smoking cessation in the passenger cars these days. Some elderly men hold cigarettes in their hands and puff away. If some of the windows hadn't been opened a little, the carriage would have been choked and breathless. .

Yao Weijun also smokes, but he is not a big smoker. He doesn't feel it when he smokes. Now he smells second-hand smoke and feels dizzy.

The bus drove for nearly three hours before slowly entering the capital.

Passenger buses these days do not have standardized designated parking spots, so passengers occasionally get off the bus halfway, which wastes a lot of time.

In the early winter, the capital city was similar to the county town. It also lacked color. Rows of telephone poles were erected on both sides of the road. All you could see were old buildings with mottled walls full of traces of time.

On the spacious road, pedestrians come and go, most of them riding bicycles, and there are also many cars passing through, creating a bustling scene.

Yao Weijun spent half his life wandering around in the south, but he never came to the capital.

Now it is the first time to see what the capital looks like these days, and I feel a little emotional and curious. I sit on my seat and look at the scenery outside with interest.

After a while, the bus pulled into the station, and he followed the other passengers out of the bus, carrying his canvas bag and walking out of the bus station calmly.

"First find a place to live, and then go to a few pigeon markets to see if you can gain anything."

Yao Weijun made up his mind and walked away along the street outside the bus station.

The pigeon market in the capital has been around for a long time. Even when the wind blew up a few years ago, it never stopped completely. It is a good place for city residents to buy and sell items, exchange bills, and even buy antiques.

Before the implementation of unified purchasing and marketing, this was the only place where you could buy free materials, ranging from various household appliances to as small as hairpins, hairpins, and a piece of candy. Everything people needed for daily life could be sold in Pigeon Market.

Yao Weijun had inquired with others before coming, and he had some understanding of the pigeon market.

He walked out a short distance with his canvas bag and quickly found a hotel. After entering, he handed over a letter of introduction from the village and successfully checked in.

"The room is on the second floor, Room 211. Here is the key, take it!"

The hotel receptionist finished the registration, threw the key to Yao Weijun, and continued to knit a sweater with his head down.

Yao Weijun was not affected at all. Nowadays, the whole country is the same. Whether it is a restaurant or a hotel, the receptionists at the front desk have bad tempers. They all have long eyes on the top of their heads, so there is no need to pay attention to them.

After climbing to the second floor, he opened the door and entered the room. He put the canvas bag on the chair and opened the window to let the room breathe.While sitting and resting, Yao Weijun took out the small work book he had prepared, which contained the addresses of various pigeon markets that he had recorded.

Originally, he was not in the habit of writing things down in a notebook, but since he came under the influence of Yu Xiunan, he also found it more convenient and less likely to be missed.

After determining the route, he put the notebook into the work bag slung across his body, got up and went out.

It was already getting dark outside at noon. After eating outside, we could take the bus to go to Pigeon City for a walk.

Not far after leaving the hotel, there was a not-so-small Red Star Restaurant. It was lunch time, and there were many customers coming in and out. There were big clouds of hot steam coming out of the window on one side of the restaurant. , mixed with the aroma of freshly baked buns.

Yao Weijun happily walked into the restaurant, ordered a drawer of steamed buns and a bowl of mutton offal soup amidst the noise, and then found a seat to sit down and wait quietly.

"Hey, buddy, I'm sorry, the soup dripped on you. Is it okay?"

"Hey, how fresh are they? These are jeans I just bought. Why are you getting a puddle of oil on me? Come on, stop talking nonsense and tell me how to make up for it!"

"It's not over, is it? Just now you extended your feet to the table across the way and you refused to let anyone leave? Can you blame me? I haven't complained about you tripping me yet!"

"Challenge? You don't even know what kind of territory this is. What's wrong with my legs sticking out a little? You're blind, aren't you?"

"You are so blind! Who are you scolding! I don't think you want to eat this food. How about we go outside and find a place to practice!"

"Let's go!"

"..."

The restaurant was overcrowded, and two young men were getting increasingly angry with each other, and the one who was rolling up his arms and sleeves wanted to go outside to fight.

But in the end, the two of them didn't fight. There are so many enthusiastic people these days. Young people can challenge each other and no one cares. But if someone dares to fight in public, it won't work.

Yao Weijun sat aside, eating steamed buns calmly, indifferent to other things.

After eating and drinking, he paid the bill with the national food stamps and walked slowly towards the bus stop.

Passing by a non-staple food store, he pondered slightly and walked into the store.

He glanced at the canned fruits on the shelf and said, "Comrade, how do you sell canned apples?"

"This is three yuan a bottle, okay?"

The salesperson glanced at him sideways and asked casually.

"Where's the canned yellow peaches?"

Yao Weijun asked again.

"Three dollars and three!"

The salesperson was a little impatient.

“How many food stamps does a can of food cost?”

Yao Weijun pretended not to see it and continued to ask.

"Thirty-two votes, hey, what do you want? Do you want to buy it or not?"

The salesperson's face drooped and her tone was unkind.

Yao Weijun was too lazy to talk to her. After confirming the information he needed, he turned and walked out of the sales department.

"..."

The salesperson looked at his back and couldn't help but stare.

"It seems that the price is the same across the country. The cans at the state-owned stores in Beijing cost three yuan a bottle, but you still need three taels of food stamps. If converted into money, it will cost three or four cents..."

Yao Weijun calculated his score secretly and got on the bus.

About half an hour later, he arrived at the Hufangqiao Pigeon Market.

It is understood that this pigeon market is quite famous. Not only is it large in scale, but it has also existed for a long time. He has even heard of it in the suburbs of Beijing.

Pigeon markets are usually found in alleys, and Hufangqiao is no exception.

Yao Weijun walked into the alley, looked at the stalls on both sides, and walked slowly inside. Those stalls sold everything, including flowers, insects, fish and birds, rice, noodles, grains and oils, food, drink, use, and play. Found at various stalls.

As he walked forward, he soon saw some stalls selling fruit. All kinds of fresh fruits from all over the country were placed there. The stall owners were shouting and selling, and it seemed that the business was good.

Yao Weijun squatted down and had a brief chat with several stall owners, and learned a piece of information from them, that is, the pigeon market will be more lively at night. Not only are there many people selling things, but also people buying things like to come here at night.

"Hey, don't look at the bustle now. I may come to check you out at some point. Then there won't be many people here. What do you want to buy? Don't worry about my fruits. They are all brought here from Meishi Street. They are fresh. !”

A stall owner didn't have much business, so he talked a lot with Yao Weijun.

"Meishi Street?" Yao Weijun's heart was moved, but he didn't ask too much. Instead, he continued to talk while selecting oranges: "Just freshness is not enough. Look at the fruit stalls next to you, the fruits they sell That’s not bad, I doubt you all put the goods in one place.”

"Hey, I bet you are also a businessman, so tell me, besides freshness, is there anything else special about this fruit?"

The stall owner asked with an unconvinced smile.

"I think that while you are selling fruit, you can also buy some canned food to sell together. Buyers like us also want to buy canned food without a ticket, right?"

Yao Weijun said tentatively.

"Okay, you don't come to our Huqiaofang often, do you? If you want to eat canned food, go to the front to buy it. There are people selling canned food there. I would like to get some back, but I have to have a way, right?"

The stall owner shook his head in disappointment and kindly pointed to the front for Yao Weijun.

"Two kilos of oranges, please weigh them."

After hearing this, Yao Weijun said no more, signaled the stall owner to weigh the oranges for him, stood up and looked in that direction.

Because there were so many people in the pigeon market, he was too far away to see clearly. Now he had a goal. After buying the oranges, he quickly walked over.

It’s not surprising that there are people selling cans in Pigeon Market. In a place like this, not to mention a bottle of cans, you can basically find anything sold in the stores in Beijing.

Yao Weijun chatted a little more with the fruit stall owner because he hadn't seen it before. Now he planned to chat with the canned seller to see if he could gain anything.

(End of this chapter)