What if I haven't seen Siheyuan?

Chapter 211 Return to the Black Market

After signing in, he quickly changed his clothes and prepared to go to the black market again.

After Scar Liu's mediation last night, Yan Xiaoyao did not take advantage of the Broken Marquis. He readily handed him 50 yuan and bought the Yuan blue and white porcelain.

After taking the money, Hou Pao Lan realized that everything had been discussed, and thinking about what Scar Liu had said, he didn't want to offend anyone anymore.

Without any hesitation, he accepted the task and promised to help him find some good things so that he could take them home to please his elders.

So, Yan Xiaoyao is going to strike while the iron is hot tonight. He plans to find Hou Polan to get closer to him and trick him into working for him and helping him collect antiques.

Yan Xiaoyao was already familiar with the road yesterday, so he ran all the way today and reached the black market in only half the time of yesterday.

Only then did he slow down his pace and walk towards the door with a swagger.

And at this time.

Scar Liu Zheng, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned against the wall at the entrance of the alley, instructing his younger brothers.

"You bunch of idiots, I've been talking so much and I don't know if you guys have listened to me.

Anyway, no matter what, remember to be more careful in the future and don’t just act recklessly.”

After taking a deep puff of cigarette, he sighed again.

“To put it bluntly, people like us are not even worth a little grasshopper in the eyes of those guys up there.

If we accidentally offend someone we shouldn't, we won't see the sun the next day, even without them saying anything.

We are all out here just to make a living, there is no need to rush forward foolishly and lose your life for no reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yan Xiaoyao's figure.

Scar Liu immediately left his little brother behind and went to meet him.

He quickly took out the box of cigarettes that he had opened last night from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Yan Xiaoyao.

He smiled and said, "You are here to look for Marquis of Brokebacks, right? I will take you to him right away."

Seeing Scar Liu being so enthusiastic, Yan Xiaoyao couldn't help but sigh again.

"Look, now they are open for business.

The leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative should really organize those salesmen to come and learn from them.

Don't look so gloomy every time you go to buy something, as if others owe him thousands of dollars."

However, Yan Xiaoyao came here today to fool Marquis Bolan, so it is not convenient for outsiders to be present.

So he waved his hand and said with a smile: "You are more kind. I have something personal to discuss with him today. I will contact you next time if I need anything."

After saying that, he saw that the box of Huazi in Scar Liu's hand was wrinkled.

He immediately guessed that he must have opened the cigarette yesterday with his own money, and probably didn't want to smoke it later.

I couldn't help but sigh: Alas... It seems that with material scarcity these days, even being a gangster is not easy!

Huazi demolished it just to resolve a dispute in the venue, but the higher-ups didn't even reimburse him. How stingy of them!

Those gangsters in later generations are still having fun!

As long as you are in charge of the place, you can buy cigarettes and alcohol as you like.

Not to mention the gang leader, who can hang out with two lively girls when he has nothing to do.

Yan Xiaoyao didn't want to let anyone suffer because of such a small matter, so as to avoid being scolded behind his back.

After smiling, he took out an unopened box of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over.

“Take it and smoke it.

I'll go in first, I'll call you if there's anything else."

After saying that, he walked past Scar Liu and went inside.

As soon as I walked near the stall of Paolan Hou, I saw the old man with his hands in his sleeves, his head lowered, looking sad, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Yan Xiaoyao walked over, squatted beside him, and patted his shoulder.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?

You are so absorbed in your work that you are not afraid of someone taking your things away."

Hou Polan was thinking hard about what kind of treasure he should find for Yan Xiaoyao!

He also blamed himself for not asking clearly yesterday and didn't know what type of antiques his elder liked.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice someone coming over.

I was immediately frightened.

He looked up and was about to say something sweet, but when he saw it was Yan Xiaoyao, he hurriedly said.

"Oh, you're finally here."

“I’m having a headache!

I forgot to ask you last night, what type of antiques do your elders like?

Is it porcelain, jade, wood carvings, or calligraphy and painting?

Tell me quickly, otherwise I won't know what's going on, and I'd better not do something bad with good intentions."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoyao couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Well, it seems that this raggedy Marquis is a pretty good person.

I just had a conflict with him yesterday, and I thought he would just find two things to deal with me, but I didn't expect him to be so responsible.

It seems that this was really a blessing in disguise, and I met the right person.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaoyao became more determined to trick Hou Polan into working for him.

But there are so many people talking at the moment, so it’s not convenient to talk about things.

And as soon as he came over, the stall owners who were the first to try to stop the fight last night looked over, as if they were afraid that he was here to cause trouble.

Yan Xiaoyao handed a cigarette to Paolahou, patted his chest, and said with a smile:

"Hehe... don't rush this.

We can be said to have known each other for a long time. So tonight, I brought some good wine and food, and I plan to have a couple of drinks with you.

This is not a place for drinking. I am not familiar with this area. Please find a place for us to have a drink. "

Hou Paolan looked at him in surprise.

Although he was puzzled as to why Yan Xiaoyao was suddenly so enthusiastic today, he usually used his money to collect antiques.

And every time I receive something good, I treat it like a treasure and don’t want to sell it.

So our lives are getting tighter and tighter. Yesterday, my family was really short of money, so I reluctantly picked out a few items that were of poor quality to exchange for money.

After hearing what Yan Xiaoyao said, the glutton in my stomach immediately started to rebel.

So, there is no ambiguity.

He swiftly collected the things on the stall, and after walking around with Yan Xiaoyao for a while, they stopped in front of a small courtyard.

"Excuse me, please help me hold it for a while. I'll use the key to open the door."

After saying that, he handed the thing to Yan Xiaoyao.

He searched in his arms for a long time before finding the key and opening the door.

Yan Xiaoyao followed him into the yard and looked around.

I found that this was a well-preserved small courtyard house, and it seemed that he was the only one living there, and the house was quite clean.

I was curious and asked, "Isn't it said that housing is very tight now? How can you live in such a big yard by yourself?"

Hearing this, Hou Lalan rolled his eyes.

Speechless: "This is my personal property, not public property, why can't I live alone?

Besides, my family’s three-story courtyard was donated to the neighborhood office, and now only this small courtyard is left, and no one comes to trouble me anymore.”

Seeing Yan Xiaoyao still looking around curiously, he urged.

"Okay, there's not much to see in this small space. Let's go inside!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoyao didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head, then followed him into the house.

I just complained secretly: Your well-preserved courtyard house is still too small. If you keep it for a few more decades, you will get at least tens of millions, if not 100 million.

How many people dare not even dream of it!