Siheyuan: He Yuzhu's rebirth in the 21st century

Yi Zhonghai was about to go to the nearby Pigeon City, but suddenly found himself still in work clothes...

"Wearing work clothes to Pigeon City is simply courting death!"

He had to go home to change his clothes before going to the Pigeon Market.

Fortunately, it was already late at this time, and his wife and mother-in-law were already asleep, so he was able to change into old clothes without disturbing them.

"I can't let my wives know that I'm secretly selling iron, otherwise they will definitely know that I'm short of money now!"

Judging from the mother and daughter’s recent behavior, the consequences of being without money are very serious!

It seems that we can only wait until the baby is born to reveal the truth!

Yi Zhonghai glanced fearfully at the back of the house, picked up a thin scarf, a flashlight, paper and pen, and went out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he was bumped into by the doorman, Old Zhang, who was coming back from the toilet.

"Old Yi, what are you doing so late?"

"Lao Zhang? I'm going to the toilet~"

"Go to the toilet? The toilet is over there! You're going the wrong way!"

Old Zhang pointed in the direction of the toilet and said.

"Oh! Look, I'm already half asleep!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled awkwardly and prepared to turn around and pretend to go to the bathroom.

"That's enough! Old Yi, stop pretending!"

"Don't you just want to go to Pigeon City? What's there to hide? How hypocritical!"

"I'll go to the Pigeon Market to sell some fish in the evening!"

Old Zhang glanced at Yi Zhonghai with disdain, and then went back to his room to sleep.

What a bad luck!

Even when I go to the toilet at night, I can encounter this hypocritical thing!

Yi Zhonghai...

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!

He simply stopped pretending and headed straight for the nearest pigeon market.

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Although it is almost early morning, the Pigeon Market is still bustling with people.

The commodities sold range from pork, chicken, fish, flour, rice, sugar, snacks and other foods;

Iron pots, dishes, clothes, stools, bedding, bills and other daily necessities;

There are also high-end products such as watches, bicycles, tables, radios, etc.

Yi Zhonghai knew that iron was a sensitive commodity, so he deliberately found a three-way intersection to set up a stall so that it would be convenient for him to escape.

"Iron bars, scrap iron!"

He followed the example of other vendors and wrote the names of his products on pieces of paper, then shone a flashlight on them and waited for customers to come.

The scrap iron market was just as the duo who stole iron from the workshop had said, with a high price but no demand, and it was almost impossible to find it on the market.

Not long after he put it up, someone came to check it out.

"Man, look at the goods!"

The buyer deliberately lowered his voice.

Yi Zhonghai saw that the other party was dressed similarly to himself and guessed that he was a fellow traveler.

He pulled out an iron bar from one of his ankles, and then took out a small iron block weighing one pound from his calf and shook it in front of him.

"My dear, the things are correct! How many do you have?"

"One pound of iron bars equals four pounds of scrap iron!"

"My dear, I don't have much stuff! Iron bars are 50 cents a pound, and scrap iron is 30 cents a pound. I'll give you 1.7 yuan in total. Sell them all to me!"

One dollar and seventy cents?

When Yi Zhonghai heard the price, he couldn't help but agree to it.

I can earn an extra one dollar and seventy cents a day, which is fifty dollars a month!

But he suddenly remembered what the duo who stole iron from the workshop had said.

"Scrap metal is a controlled material. It has a high price but is not in demand. It is almost impossible to buy."

"So how much it's worth depends on the seller. If you meet a wealthy person, it's possible to sell it for one dollar per pound!"

Since I just arrived, I might as well try to bargain!

No, wait for the next customer.

"Your price is too low, I won't sell it to you!"

"I took great risks to steal... and transport these scrap metals out!"

Yi Zhonghai suppressed the urge to make the deal immediately and shook his head in reply.

"My dear, then name your price!"

"Well...iron bars cost one dollar per pound, and scrap iron costs fifty cents per pound!"

Yi Zhonghai planned to ask for a sky-high price and wait for the other party to pay him back.

Unexpectedly, the other party counted out three dollars from his pocket.

"My dear, I won't pay a penny less. It all depends on whether you have enough goods!"

Yi Zhonghai!!!

No! You don't even offer a bargain?!

Half-believingly, he took out all the iron bars and scrap iron from his ankles, calves and waistband and put them on the ground.

The buyer weighed the scrap iron and iron bars, nodded and said:

"That's right! There are indeed four pounds of scrap iron, and the iron bars are more than one pound. Deal!"

The price is a bit expensive, but every minute wasted in the pigeon market means a little more risk.

It's not worth the risk for more than a dollar.

Besides, if you process the scrap metal yourself, the price can be multiplied several times...

"Happy cooperation!"

Yi Zhonghai was sure that the other party had not cheated him until he received the three dollars.

This is three dollars!

I can earn an extra three yuan a day, which is ninety yuan a month, which is higher than my monthly salary!

Hahahaha! I’m rich!

In just a few years, your assets will be restored to the amount before the divorce!

"Hey man, if you have scrap metal to sell in the future, keep coming to this intersection. I'll come here once a day!"

The buyer couldn't help but say this after packing the scrap iron and iron bars.

Although saying this violates the taboo in the Pigeon Market, he knows that the seller must have more than one batch of goods.

If both parties reach an agreement in advance, a lot of risks can be reduced.

"Okay! If I have more scrap metal, I will definitely sell it to you!"

Yi Zhonghai put the money into his pocket and replied happily,

"Excuse me, what do you want so much scrap metal for?!"

"I won't hide it from you. I opened a small private processing point. I secretly made some iron products and sold them. The profit was not bad! Let's go. See you later~"

"See you later!"

Crafting iron products?

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, a string in his head seemed to be plucked.

"I'm a seventh-level fitter! When it comes to making things, I can do it with ease, right?"

If the scrap iron is made into finished products and sold in Pigeon Market, the price will definitely double.

But where is it processed?

It definitely won’t work in the yard, as the slightest noise can be heard in the front yard.

We can only find a remote place with few people, so that we can build it with peace of mind!

Yi Zhonghai was walking home while thinking about the feasibility of opening his own processing point...

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of the street in Pigeon City, I was suddenly stopped by several people wearing red armbands.

"What for!?"

One of the leaders shouted loudly.

"Ah? I, I was just passing by!"

Yi Zhonghai was startled and stammered in response.

"Search for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the women with red armbands rushed forward and searched Yi Zhonghai thoroughly, even his underwear was not spared!

"Report, nothing was found, only this wallet!"

"Leader, I, I really was just passing by!"

Seeing that several of them had small biubiu on their waists, Yi Zhonghai did not dare to resist at all and let them search him.

Fortunately, the scrap iron and iron bars have been sold, otherwise it would be a big trouble!

"Bullshit passing by! You brought so much money to Pigeon City, didn't you just want to buy something privately?"

"I'm telling you, you must go to a legal store to buy things from now on. Never do private transactions, okay?"

The leader thought Yi Zhonghai was a buyer from Pigeon City, so he just educated him and then returned the wallet.

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