Chapter 350 I have to sort it out 1

Zhang Xingwang felt numb again as he looked at the sweet potatoes. He felt that he must find a new job for his sister. After all, the thing he hated to eat the most was sweet potatoes!

Looking at the stubborn sister in front of him, Zhang Xingwang's hands were still a little bit out of control...

"It looks a little hot, maybe wait until it cools down before eating."

Zhang Xingwang took out the money while talking. The stubborn sister didn't take the money. Instead, she peeled the sweet potato swiftly, blew on it twice, and handed it to him to show that it was really cold and could be eaten...

After taking the sweet potato, seeing the other party's uneasy look, Zhang Xingwang didn't act pretentiously and started eating it on the spot. To be honest, although the sweet potato looked a little ugly and was a little over-roasted, it tasted really good.

"Why are you alone?"

After hearing this, the girl paused, turned her head slightly, and began twisting her fingers unconsciously again:

"Mom is going back to cook."

While Zhang Xingwang was eating the sweet potato, he noticed that the girl was peeking at him. He subconsciously handed the sweet potato to her, but then he remembered that he had already eaten it, so he withdrew his hand and said vaguely:

"Call me brother again and I'll treat you to sweet potatoes."

The girl said nothing, pointed at the empty stall, and waved her hands nervously.

"It seems like you have good business. Okay, go home early after you sell everything. I'll treat you to sweet potatoes when I'm free in the next two days."

After Zhang Xingwang finished speaking, he looked at the girl who was somewhat at a loss, and reluctantly took out ten yuan, imitating his eldest cousin's heroic spirit and said:

"I think it's better to just give it a discount. You can buy whatever you want to eat yourself."

Seeing that this stubborn girl didn't take the offer, he put the money down and walked away in a leisurely manner. While walking, he was still wondering whether he should find a new job for this stubborn girl. He was a millionaire, at least a domineering CEO in the future, so it wasn't too much to be picky about the food!

Hearing the "thank you brother" behind me, I felt that this girl finally got it. I am such a kind person, brother, if you use some effort and words to coax her, then I will arrange everything for you clearly...

He waved his hand in a casual manner and strolled towards the Pigeon Market. He arrived at the Pigeon Market with ease and walked around but did not meet the black-faced brother. It was estimated that the big brother either got promoted or ascended to heaven.

The pigeon market here is similar to the one in the capital, with a small business mainly populated by ordinary people who make a living. What's different from last time is that this time I met two people selling grain. There were quite a few people asking for help, but they didn't seem to be in urgent need.

The most common items in the stalls are wild vegetables and mushrooms. Zhang Xingwang really likes them. The wild vegetables here are different from those in Beijing. They are fresh. The dried wild vegetables they bought last time tasted good, and the fresh ones this time will definitely be perfect.

Amid everyone's strange looks, I bought a whole sack and secretly went to the woods nearby to put it into the space. It was pitch dark and no one would take it seriously.

After walking a few steps, I found that everyone was surrounding an old man and a young man. I hurried over and took a look with the help of the flashlight.

There were two brown pheasants under the old man's feet. Zhang Xingwang instantly remembered his third aunt's craftsmanship and squeezed in with a bunch of grapes.

"Uncle, let's talk!"

The old man subconsciously took the grapes, but then was reluctant to let go, leaving the young man alone. He held the pheasant in one hand and the grapes in the other, and followed Zhang Xingwang to the edge of the woods.

Zhang Xingwang looked at the pheasant and found it was fresh. He asked:

"Uncle, how much do you sell this for?"

The old man used Zhang Xingwang's flashlight to carefully examine the grapes, tasted one, and then said with satisfaction:

"Give me two more dollars."

Zhang Xingwang didn't know the price, so he just paid and left. He also asked the old man if he had any good stuff.

The old man was excited after hearing this, and replied with a smug look on his face:

"It depends on what you want, but you have to come to our village. We have freshly combed wolf skins. Are you interested?"

Zhang Xingwang's face turned dark. When will this end? Are there so many wolf-skins here?

"Uncle, forget about the wolf skin, do you have any ginseng or prey?"

After hearing this, the old man carefully looked at the man with a foreign accent from head to toe and said tentatively:

"I have some myself, and if you have grapes or anything else you can come with me."

"Uncle, stop joking. I don't have a letter of introduction."

The old man hesitated for a long time, then said quietly:

"Let me find a way with the letter of introduction!"

After hearing this, Zhang Xingwang felt that he had found an organization. After all, his main purpose of this trip was to get meat, and since there was a lot of space this time, he had to buy it separately.

Otherwise, with the gangster look of the black-faced big brother, if he dared to ask for ten or twenty heads, he would be buried overnight with a smile on his face...

If he dares to boast about the letter of introduction, it proves that this old man either has strong connections or is of a high generation. Isn't this consistent with the original? We need to have a good chat about it.

"Uncle, forget about Shao Xin. How about we talk about it and then find a place to trade. I think you are a reliable person..."

The old man smiled happily, patted his chest and said that he had been reliable since he was a child, and then said:

"So what do you want?"

"Ginseng, tiger bone, medicinal wine, and prey. I want them all except the wolf skin. I'll take as many as you can get!"

"You are just teasing me for fun, how much more do you want..."

After the old man finished speaking halfway, he looked at the handful of bills that Zhang Xingwang casually took out and couldn't continue.

"Have you always been this honest?"

Zhang Xingwang looked at the old man who began to ponder, and said earnestly:

"Uncle, I'm a very particular person. The price is negotiable. Just tell me how much stuff you have."

"Wait a moment, I need to sort it out.

This is the pigeon market, we just met, and you said you wanted to buy all our stuff, you have money!"

"That's about it."

Then the old man lit a pipe and started smoking, and Zhang Xingwang also had one.

"Where do you work, little brother?"

"Since you ask that, we now have something to talk about. I'm from Beijing. Look, this is my letter of introduction. It has the stamp of my unit on it."

Zhang Xingwang immediately took out the letter of introduction. After all, even if the deal failed, there was still righteousness. This was not a black market. They would not sue him, and they would have no time to sue a buyer who was away for medical treatment.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the kid over here."

The young man was a little confused. How could the conversation about selling wild chickens lead to letters of introduction? After taking a look, he said that there was nothing wrong with Zhang Xingwang's identity. He was a purchaser.

The old man was also a very particular person. When he heard the word "purchaser", he immediately said:

"My last name is Lu, and I'm from Lujiatun, which is about 40 miles away from here."

"Your last name is Lu? Or you're from Lujiatun? Then you must have a lot of relatives. You also know that I'm from Beijing, so you want to send some local specialties to my family, so please try to get as many as possible!"

Afterwards, the two of them chatted for a while, and made an appointment with Old Man Lu to trade in the woods tomorrow. The specific price would be decided after they saw the goods.

Zhang Xingwang generously left more than ten kilograms of grapes as a deposit. The old man said it was useful and emphasized that there might not be any prey, but mainly wild vegetables and mountain delicacies...

After agreeing, Zhang Xingwang turned around and went back. The rest looked like small vendors and there was no point in chatting with them. Instead, two young men came to buy grapes, but were sent away by Zhang Xingwang with a few words.