Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

Cao Anping returned to the guesthouse and the staff on duty did not ask any further questions.

Because this guesthouse is a subordinate unit of the hospital, in addition to people on business trips, it also houses patients' families, so there is a high flow of people at night.

Cao Anping looked at the clock hanging in the lobby and it was already half past ten.

I returned to the room, without intending to sleep, and took out the bent silver needles and straightened them one by one.

He took out two more flashlights, one of which belonged to the two brothers.

He swapped the batteries of the two flashlights and decided to use his own.

He then took out a dagger, which was quite exquisite. I made a profit.

Huh? Something seems wrong. The tall man is lying dead, but I don't touch his body.

Cao Anping lamented that he was too kind and was not used to this kind of thing.

He took out a piece of cloth from the space, tied a pocket with a rope, took out a dagger and cut two cuts.

He imitated the tall and short brothers and put on a headgear.

It's quite warm, and Cao Anping is very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, estimated the time, left the guesthouse and walked towards the black market.

At this time, in the middle courtyard of Siheyuan No. 95, Yi Zhonghai went out with a bag, looked around, and walked cautiously towards the door of Jia's house.

"Dongxu, Dongxu..."

Yi Zhonghai called out several times, but there was no response from inside the room, but snoring could be heard.

He was so angry that he wanted to turn around and leave. Whose family is short of food?

But it was the old man's own choice, and he has been trained for a long time, so it's a sunk cost. Just bear with it.

"Huai Ru..." Yi Zhonghai turned and called Qin Huai Ru, after all, a mother who takes care of a child has a light sleep.

"Is it an old man?" Qin Huairu actually woke up.

"Yes, hurry up and wake up Dongxu to go buy things."

About three minutes later, Jia Dongxu opened the door and came out with empty hands.

"Didn't I tell you not to sleep yet and go to the black market at night?" Yi Zhonghai said in a low voice and handed Jia Dongxu a pancake.

"I was so sleepy that I accidentally fell asleep." Jia Dongxu replied embarrassedly.

Yi Zhonghai did not blame them anymore. The two of them tiptoed out of the courtyard gate and headed towards the black market.

"Master, did we go the wrong way? I remember the direction was wrong."

“That’s right, the black market we went to before was raided a few days ago, so we can go to another one, which only takes ten minutes longer.

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Cao Anping arrived at the entrance of the alley he had inquired about.

A tall man shone a flashlight at him and said, "Go to the black market, pay 10 cents to buy things and 20 cents to sell things."

The man was not wearing a hood, and it seemed he was not afraid of being recognized.

Of course, the flashlight light was not dazzling, as if it was covered with a layer of cloth. It could not shine far, but it was barely visible.

Cao Anping didn't say much and paid ten cents to enter.

In fact, the black market is not as mysterious as imagined. It is just a narrow alley.

Every few meters there is a person sitting on the roadside selling things, and the goods they put out are not much.

This is to prevent being caught. If the transaction is really large, we will go to another place and discuss it privately.

Cao Anping observed for a while and found that half of the people were not disguised, so there were quite a lot of ruthless people.

No one spoke loudly. Those who wanted to buy something shone their flashlights on the ground to look at it, some made gestures, and some communicated in a low voice.

Cao Anping started from the beginning and looked at each family one by one.

There was a shop selling coarse grains. I asked the price and found out it was 40 cents per pound.

He remembered that at the grain store, grain coupons were only 0.1 cent per pound, and even if the value of the coupons was added, it was doubled.

Don’t think that doubling the amount is not expensive. Now, people with an average monthly income of less than five yuan are considered poor.

Five yuan can only buy more than ten kilograms of coarse grains on the black market.

If an ordinary family does not have enough rations, they really cannot afford the high-priced food.

Cao Anping was not interested in coarse grains and continued to watch.

He came to a small stall filled with bottles and cans. He didn't understand anything and just looked around.

I saw a beautiful snuff bottle and asked in a low voice how much it cost.

The old man shone the flashlight on his hand and pointed at two fingers.

"Two dollars is too expensive, can it be cheaper?" Cao Anping was a little embarrassed. He only had about eighty dollars on him and had to spend frugally.

The old man said angrily: "It's two hundred, don't make trouble."

Cao Anping turned and left. He had no hobby of collecting antiques, nor would he hoard antiques like other time travelers and wait for them to appreciate in value.

After the 1990s, antiques became valuable. By then he was in his 50s or 60s, so it was impossible for him to be short of money. Even if the value of antiques increased, they would still be a pile of junk.

And if you really need antiques, wouldn't it be nice to wait until there's some unrest in a few years and then pick them up for free?

The old man didn't call out to Cao Anping, and it was obvious that he was a green hand who didn't know anything about the business.

Cao Anping finally found the stall he wanted to buy.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the steps. There was no merchandise in front of him, just a piece of cardboard with the word "ticket" written in large letters.

This is a ticket scalper.

Cao Anping approached and asked softly, "What kind of tickets do you have?"

The man glanced at Cao Anping and said, "We have coupons for cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, grain, and cloth. What do you want?"

"What's the price first?"

"A cigarette ticket costs three yuan, which can be used to buy filter cigarettes. A wine ticket costs four yuan, which can be used to buy Maotai, Wuliangye, and Xifeng. A meat ticket costs one yuan per pound, and a fine grain ticket costs fifty cents per pound..."

Cao Anping listened to the other party naming various tickets like reading out the names of dishes. He didn't know whether the price was appropriate or not. After all, he had never been to the black market to buy tickets.

Therefore, I did not bargain and just bought some of the tickets that I needed most. After all, I didn't have much money, so I decided to wait until I could participate in the lottery to enjoy a good life.

In the end, I chose tobacco, alcohol, sugar coupons, fine grain coupons, meat coupons, cloth coupons, oil coupons, etc., which cost a total of 40 yuan.

Cao Anping continued to walk around, but he just looked and didn't buy anything.

After all, he is only in his forties now and can't spend any more. Otherwise, he won't be able to buy anything with the ticket without money.

Not far from Cao Anping, two men were talking in low voices, "Brother Biao, there's a kid over there who's been wandering around for an hour like a fool. I saw he bought a ticket. Do you want to do something?"

"How much did he buy?"

"When he bought it, I pretended to pass by and heard that it was about forty."

Brother Biao hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it. The situation has been very strict recently, and there are police spies everywhere. Maybe they are available on the market now. It's not worth taking risks for forty dollars."

Cao Anping was almost at the end of the street and was about to leave when he saw a masked man with a blank sign in front of him.

Somewhat curious, I walked up and asked, "What are you selling?"

The man didn't say anything, but made a pistol shape with his hand.

Cao Anping didn't think about the gun at all, and asked in confusion: "What is this? Just eight dollars? You didn't even tell me what you were selling it for?"

The man was speechless. He turned his hand and pointed his index finger at Cao Anping's head.

Cao Anping finally realized that it was someone selling guns. There were actually people selling guns on the black market. He suddenly felt a little dangerous.

I heard that once the police discover a black market for buying and selling weapons, they will immediately clear it out.

Cao Anping swallowed his saliva, turned around and left. He had to leave as quickly as possible, as the police might really come to arrest him.

Just as I reached the end of the alley, I heard someone shouting, "The police are here, run!"