Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

Dongxiao City.

Open Wednesday.

Although it experienced setbacks some time ago, it is still overcrowded now.

Hundreds or thousands of people gathered here, making no sound in the long, endless alley.

It seems to be harmonious and tacit, but also reveals the slightest trace of depression.

Life is not easy, you have to endure it and be careful.

Su Yingjun was a little curious about Xiaoshi.

Although he participated in the operation to control Xiaoshi, this was the first time he was personally involved.

However, this curiosity only occupied a small part of Su Yingjun's energy.

He is more interested in observing how his younger brother obtains benefits.

Then, he followed Su Mu into the crowd.

Although there are many people, there are some crowded places along the way that seem very crowded.

But Su Yingjun is a professional at tracking people.

It has been specially trained.

Naturally, he has his mature and stable technology.

Su Mu didn't deliberately avoid it, so Su Yingjun followed him.

Once again, we were in a familiar and comfortable environment.

Sumu's cells all appeared to be extremely active.

He took a deep breath.

There will be no selling of goods today, because although there is still a lot of stolen goods and food, it is really impossible to sell them.

It is only suitable to rely on your eyesight, strength and ability to play the most traditional "price difference marketing" that also tests the skills of businessmen.

Passing by a stall, the stall owner was selling sweet potatoes.

The customer was obviously a wealthy man, and the material used to cover his bargaining gestures was silk.

When Su Mu passed by, he couldn't help but take a second look.

This also gave me a glimpse of the price.

This stall owner is dishonest and obviously a lot better.

The middle-aged guests are also struggling and hesitating.

Su Mu saw that he was well dressed and the things he used were very sophisticated.

I actually saw a piece of the watch strap faintly exposed on his wrist.

Even the seemingly simple farmer stall owners couldn't help but raise the price by 20% for this kind of fat sheep.

Su Mu kept walking and walked forward for a while.

Su Yingjun didn't pay attention to others and kept paying attention to his little brother.

I saw him walking very fast and didn't stop to observe much. He would occasionally talk for a while on the left side, then leave, and then squat down on the right side and take out a handkerchief to chat with someone for a while.

That's it.

Although Su Yingjun has never been to Xiaoshi, he has heard a lot.

Knowing that sumu is a way to bargain with the stall owner.

I was curious, but didn’t follow up and ask.

What he has said will be carried out firmly to the end.

If you don’t ask, you won’t ask at all.

After leaving Xiaoshi, the two naturally talked about it.

Su Yingjun was a little confused and followed Su Mu in the crowd for a quarter of an hour.

Then, he discovered that Su Mu started to take action.

He turned around and looked back, crossing shoulders with Su Yingjun, and nodded.

Su Yingjun looked at his younger brother's eyes and the curvature of his eyes and knew that he was smiling at him.

Both of them had their faces covered, so naturally they could only make eye contact.

You can't even see the mouth shape.

Su Yingjun watched as his younger brother grabbed a passerby.

The man was of medium build and age, and had a pen on his chest.

Just dressed like this, he is obviously not an ordinary citizen.

Such people are actually among Xiaoshi.

It shows how bad the current environment is.

Su Mu took out a gray plaid handkerchief. The middle-aged man opposite him was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he also extended his hand.

I don’t know how long the exchange lasted, but the middle-aged man nodded.

Su Mu turned around again and pulled the middle-aged man's sleeve to a stall he passed by before.

It was an old woman with white hair, and there were more than a dozen eggs in the basket.

Su Mu knelt down, talked to the stall owner, and paid for it.

Su Yingjun frowned slightly.

He couldn't understand why Su Mu stopped the middle-aged man.

It’s not clear what Su Mu was doing with this middle-aged man buying eggs.

He looked on calmly.

I saw Su Mu going to the stall diagonally opposite again.

Su Yingjun was deeply impressed by that place because when Su Mu communicated with him, the other party shook his head too many times.

Su Mu took five eggs and exchanged them for a small bag.

Su Mu opened it and looked at it, shaking it.

Because of the angle, Su Yingjun didn't see what was inside.

Su Mu took the things and led the middle-aged man back to the street.

There was an old farmer there, and the sack was opened, revealing sweet potatoes.

Su Mu squatted down and bargained with the stall owner.

Later, the stall owner took the small cloth bag from Su Mu's hand and took out a steelyard to weigh the small cloth bag.

Finally, the stall owner stood up and left.

Su Mu then made another deal with the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man gave him a wad of money.

Su Mu wanted to leave, but the middle-aged man pulled Su Mu again and took out a small piece of blue carved silk from his pocket.

The two didn't know what they communicated. The middle-aged man finally took out some money and tickets and handed them to Su Mu.

Su Mu handed him the remaining eggs in the basket.

After ending this series of transactions.

Su Mu turned his head and continued walking forward.

When passing by Su Yingjun, he narrowed his eyes and stretched out two fingers to wave in front of him.

Su Yingjun guessed that he would make a profit of... 2 cents?

Su Yingjun watched Su Mu keep doing this operation.

He didn't even understand why the people in the crowd covered their faces and didn't speak. How did his little brother determine the other person's needs?

This can only be attributed to talent.

Made the round trip twice.

Su Yingjun even followed his younger brother to trade half a bag of flour in the east end, and then took it to the west end to exchange for two tickets.

Finally, he returned to the east and made two transactions with others.

Su Yingjun didn't know why, but Su Mu was very happy.

This was the second time he encountered Fresh Milk Monthly Ticket.

Nowadays, the situation of food shortage is getting worse. Although the supply of fresh milk is not in short supply, it has also been affected to a certain extent.

All in all, prices have gone up.

He planned to leave the milk ticket to Jia Dongxu.

With two round trips, Su Mu made a small profit of 16 yuan, 7 cents and 2 cents.

Thanks to his previous trip to the pigeon market in Yonghe Temple, he has more precise control over the prices at the bottom and mid-tier prices.

There is also less 'waste'.

Holding an extra pile of scattered bills in his pocket, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh.

I was still too kind in the past.

Don't know how to bargain.

In fact, some transactions were far from reaching the other party's bottom line, and Su Mu had already stopped.

But now he compared it with Xiaoshi on the other side of Yonghe Temple.

Naturally, the situation is different.

Relatively speaking, being able to accurately determine the transaction price means an increase in profits.

The sky is bright.

Su Mu turned around and walked away from the most crowded crowd in Xiaoshi, turned to look behind him, and Su Yingjun followed him out.

The two of them entered a small alley not far away.

The two figures gradually moved away from Xiaoshi.

Su Mu pulled off the cloth covering his face.

Su Yingjun followed suit, took off his mask, and suddenly said:

"Is it like this every time?"

"That's not entirely true. I had better luck today and met several large and wealthy customers."

Su Yingjun raised his eyebrows slightly.

He even understood who the big customers Su Mu was talking about.

Well-dressed, with four pockets and a Hero pen in the upper left pocket.

Two of them were wearing watches.

A middle-aged man and a young man.

Su Yingjun estimated that the young man was about the same age as himself.