Starting from 40, holding the Star Mall to lead the motherland

Chapter 69 Silencer Pistol
Dim lanterns flickered in the narrow, damp alleys, emitting a faint, unstable light that enveloped everything around them in an ambiguous halo. Mottled moss covered the walls, like the decaying marks left by time.

Han Hui was wearing a black coat with her head hidden in a black hood. She looked at the tall man with his legs crossed and said, "I'm looking for Mr. Qian."

The man glanced at him and asked, "Not everyone can see Master Qian."

Han Hui pulled out a receipt from her pocket and said, "I asked Mr. Qian to buy a batch of jade two months ago, and now I'm here to pick it up."

The man took it and looked at it, then led her to a room and pointed to six sacks in the corner. "Here are the things. However, the money you gave me before was not enough. Mr. Qian asked for three more large yellow croakers."

Black market sellers don't accept legal tender; they only accept large yellow croaker or US dollars. If they don't have any, they'll use valuables as compensation, but using them as compensation can lead to tougher bargaining.

Han Hui had no choice but to give it to the yellow croaker. But giving it to the yellow croaker all the time was too conspicuous, so she pulled out a box of cigars from her bag and asked, "Can I use this as a substitute?"

The man opened it, took out the cigars inside, smelled them, and said with a smile, "If your bag is full of cigars, it can be used to pay for the remaining goods."

This is good stuff, and the rich and powerful like it, but good stuff is hard to find.

"it is good."

The man checked the cigars and confirmed that they were in good condition. Then he said with a smile, "Mr. Lu, if you have any more good stuff like this in the future, we will buy as many as you can."

Han Hui took the jade in three installments, then disguised herself and bought compressed biscuits and canned fruit. Canned meat is in short supply, and there's not much on the black market here. Of course, it's also possible these people are stockpiling. It's the end of December, and Chinese New Year is next month, so prices are expected to rise again. Stockpiling until the end of the year will result in even higher prices.

She told Han Mengyang before going to the black market this time, so Han Hui didn't climb over the wall, but knocked on the door to go in.

Han Mengyang looked at her carrying a full sack and asked, "What did you buy? Why so much?"

"Biscuits and canned goods and candy."

Han Mengyang was a little disappointed. When he knew Han Hui was going to the black market, he said that if he could find the medicine, he must buy it, but it was obvious that he had not come across it.

Seeing him like this, Han Hui smiled and said, "Although I didn't buy any medicine, I found something good. I'm sure you'll like it. Brother, guess what it is?"

Han Mengyang didn't guess, just looked at her without saying anything.

Han Hui thought he was too boring. With his personality, he'd never find a wife. She pulled a gun case from her bag and said, "The guy on the black market said this is the best pistol on the market and asked me for two big yellow croakers. I can't even try this gun, so please help me take a look. If he dares to lie to me, I'll go smash his stall tomorrow."

Han Mengyang opened the box and his eyes lit up when he saw the gun inside.

Seeing him assemble the gun skillfully, Han Hui knew that she was right. Han Mengyang was very familiar with firearms.

After the gun was assembled, Han Mengyang stroked it gently, with a pious attitude as if he was facing a peerless beauty.

After a while, Han Mengyang said, "Xiaoman, this is a Colt pistol, also known as a silenced pistol."

Han Hui asked in surprise, "A silenced pistol? Does it mean there's no sound when it fires? How mysterious is that?"

The sniper rifle produced by the system is silent, but she has never heard of a silenced gun in reality. Well, maybe she is ignorant. Han Mengyang smiled and shook his head: "The sound is reduced to a minimum, but it is still there. Current technology cannot achieve complete silence. But this is already the most advanced pistol in the world. You bought two big yellow croakers, which is definitely a good deal."

It's not something you can buy just by having money. This thing is in short supply. Even if you offer the highest price, you can't buy it without connections.

Thinking that there were fifty-nine such pistols in the space, Han Hui's heart was burning with excitement: "Brother, this kind of gun is very suitable for assassination!"

Han Mengyang nodded and said, "Yes, the Colt is the most suitable for assassination, but this pistol is too expensive and we can't afford it."

Han Hui thought to herself, "It doesn't matter if I can't afford it. I have it, and I can give it to the anti-traitor team for free." But Adolf had lost such a large shipment, so he'd definitely be secretly searching for it, and maybe even investigating the people who stayed at the dock that night. These things couldn't be taken out for the time being. Alas, who would understand the loneliness of not being able to share good things with others?
Han Mengyang said, "Our trading company will be open next month. Xiaoman, we haven't chosen a name for our trading company yet. You can come and choose one."

Han Hui immediately waved her hand. "No, I only studied for five years, and I was taught by a pedantic old scholar. You're a top student, an intellectual, so you come and take it."

Han Mengyang felt like he was being scolded when he heard this. Well, it must be an illusion.

"Xiao Man, the capital of the trading company is yours, and Section Chief Chen is willing to invest in it because of your relationship. You should be the one to name it."

Han Hui thought for a moment and said, "Brother, how about naming our trading company Sifang? Wealth comes from all directions. We do business to make money."

Han Mengyang thought that Sifang Trading Company sounded nice, and he could not have come up with such a down-to-earth name.

The next day at breakfast, Huang Shufen said to Han Mengyang, "Go to the dock and get your sister's bedding and clothes. It's too dangerous over there. You can't live there anymore."

Han Mengyang felt that he shouldn't quit: "Mom, there will be a lot of work at the dock by the end of the year. She might have to work overtime until very late one day. If I'm home, I can go pick her up. If not, it will be very dangerous for her to go home alone after dark. But there are dormitories at the dock, and she can live there."

Seeing Huang Shufen about to speak, he immediately said, "Mom, the world is not peaceful anymore. As long as Xiaoman stays in the dormitory and doesn't run around, nothing will happen to her."

"Xiaoman, tell me yourself?"

Han Hui smiled and said, "Mom, didn't I tell you before that my eldest brother and I are going to open a trading company? He said it will be open next month. I will quit my job at the dock before the New Year and work for my family in the future."

Huang Shufen stopped insisting after hearing this. The Chinese New Year would be just one month away, and it would be soon.

Before Han Hui left for work, she said to Xiao Cao, "Do you remember Brother Zhang's address? I'll deliver the bag of things from the kitchen there later. Oh, and bring some pork head and some vegetables."

Huang Shufen couldn't help but say after hearing this: "Xiao Man, since you're giving a gift, give something good. Cut two pounds of good meat and send it over later."

Han Hui shook her head and said, "Mom, I need to send two pounds of braised pork. Big Brother Zhang will definitely give me money. Aunt Zhang was injured a while ago, and his two children have fallen ill one after another. They've owed a lot of debts and are struggling financially. I can't add to their burden."

Han Mengyang thought her arrangement was a good one: "The elderly and children are not in good health, so send them some rice. Rice soup is very nourishing."

Han Hui placed a bag in the kitchen, which contained five kilograms of rice, five kilograms of flour, and half a kilogram of fruit candy.

(End of this chapter)