Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After leaving the black market and arriving at a secluded alley, Wang Feng found himself somewhat incredulous that he hadn't encountered any robbers.

He came to the black market alone both times, and each time he bought hundreds of yuan worth of supplies. How come he didn't encounter any robbers? He was even thinking of double-crossing the robbers, but he didn't expect the people in the black market to be so honest.

"It seems we could try making a deal with them."

Wang Feng stored all the supplies in the warehouse space, took out a hood and put it on, changed into a set of clothes and pants, took out two large sacks of sweet potatoes, paid two cents for the entrance fee, and walked into the black market again.

Once he found a suitable spot, Wang Feng revealed a corner of the sweet potato from the sack.

Before long, someone came up to ask.

"How much are the sweet potatoes?"

"8 cents per pound."

The visitor looked at the sweet potatoes and, seeing that they were large, plump, and without any wormholes, said directly, "Give me 20 jin."

Wang Feng didn't say much, weighed out 20 jin (10 catties), and handed it to the other party.

"20 jin, that's 1.6 yuan."

The other person lifted it, felt the weight was fine, took out 1.6 yuan and handed it to Wang Feng, then left.

Less than three minutes later, the person who had just bought sweet potatoes and left came back, followed by seven or eight other people.

"Give me 20 jin of sweet potatoes."

"I want 30 jin (7.5 catties)."

"I want 15 jin (7.5 catties)."

Wang Feng could tell from the scene that the people who had just bought sweet potatoes thought they were good and had asked a group of acquaintances to buy them as well.

Wang Feng was delighted to have business coming his way, and quickly grabbed a scale to weigh the sweet potatoes.

A group of people strolling around the black market saw that there were so many people at Wang Feng's stall, so they all went up to join in the fun. When they saw that the sweet potatoes were big, plump and free of worms, another group of people went up to buy them.

These weighed 20 jin each, and those weighed 15 jin each; Wang Feng's two bags of sweet potatoes sold out quickly.

"Boss, what happened to them? I wanted to buy twenty pounds more."

Seeing that there was still a group of people who wanted to buy sweet potatoes, Wang Feng quickly said, "Everyone, wait for me a moment, there are still sweet potatoes left, I'll go get them right away."

With that, Wang Feng took two large sacks and walked out of the black market.

Wang Feng had filled two large sacks to the brim, and both sacks were the largest size. The two sacks of sweet potatoes weighed a total of 300 jin (150 kg), and he sold them for a total of 24 yuan each.

Wang Feng arrived at a secluded alley, and when he came out, two large sacks were already filled with sweet potatoes.

After paying another two cents for the ticket, Wang Feng arrived at the previous stall.

When everyone saw that there were two large sacks of sweet potatoes again, and of the same quality as before, they all started lining up to buy them.

Wang Feng never expected that his sweet potatoes would be so popular.

There was no other way; sweet potatoes were cheap and didn't require coupons, and they could fill one's stomach, so many people liked them. However, there were very few sweet potatoes on the black market, and they were either very small or had wormholes.

Wang Feng's sweet potatoes each weighed over half a pound and were free of wormholes, so they were naturally very popular.

In less than 10 minutes, the two large sacks of sweet potatoes were sold out again. When Wang Feng saw that there were still people who wanted to buy them, he was about to go get more when a masked youth stopped him.

Wang Feng immediately became alert, ready to open the spatial gate at any moment.

Seeing the other man's wary look, the masked youth quickly said, "Brother, don't misunderstand. I see you have a lot of sweet potatoes. Are you interested in cooperating with us?"

"How do we cooperate?" Wang Feng asked.

Wang Feng spent half a day selling sweet potatoes on the black market, hoping to attract the attention of the black market boss. Sure enough, after selling only 600 jin of sweet potatoes, the black market boss came knocking on his door.

"Brother, this isn't the place to talk. Come with me, I'll take you to see our boss."

Wang Feng nodded and followed the masked youth.

Anyway, he has a portal to collect bullets. Unless bullets are coming at him from all directions, underground forces like the black market can never suppress his firepower like that.

Soon, the masked youth led Wang Feng through a maze of turns and arrived at a two-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house).

Two young men were guarding the entrance to the courtyard house, and another person was keeping watch from a tree outside the gate; it all looked quite professional.

The two entered the courtyard without encountering any obstacles. The masked youth went to the main room and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

"Brother Tiger, it's me, Er Gou."

"Come in."

Wang Feng and Er Gou entered the room and saw six burly men in black, smoking.

However, they were all wearing hoods, only revealing their eyes and mouths, so Wang Feng couldn't see their true faces.

"Brother Tiger, this is the guy. He has a lot of sweet potatoes. I've checked the quality of the sweet potatoes, and they're fine," Er Gou said as he stepped forward.

Tiger, who was in the lead, nodded, looked at Wang Feng, and said, "Brother, don't be nervous. I invited you here because I want to make a deal with you."

Wang Feng pursed his lips. How could this guy called Tiger tell that he was nervous?

However, he still pretended to ask, "Selling you sweet potatoes is no problem, but what price are you planning to offer?"

Seeing this, Er Gou took out a sweet potato and handed it to Tiger, who was in charge.

Tiger looked at the sweet potatoes and asked, "I wonder how many sweet potatoes of this quality you have, brother?"

Wang Feng thought for a moment and said, "We have 70,000 jin now, but I don't know if you can finish it all."

Upon hearing about such a large quantity, the people in the room all showed expressions of shock.

Tiger laughed heartily and said generously, "Brother, I won't ask where your sweet potatoes come from. Since you can provide such a large quantity, I'll give you 8 cents per pound. How about that?"

"No problem, but if we need sweet potatoes next time, and the market price of sweet potatoes has gone up, we'll have to set the price again."

Wang Feng knew that sweet potatoes on the market cost only 8 cents a pound, but his sweet potatoes were of good quality, so even if he sold them for 10 cents, someone would still want them. Anyway, he would only sell them for 8 cents, and as for how much they would sell for on the black market, that was none of his business.

"Of course," Tiger nodded.

Seeing that Tiger, the leader, had no objections, Wang Feng was also satisfied with Tiger's straightforwardness and said:

"I'll deliver this batch of 7 jin to you tomorrow night, but I'll only accept large and small yellow croakers for payment. Is that alright?"

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After reaching an agreement with Brother Tiger, Wang Feng left the black market.

Looking at the time, it was already past three in the morning, and Wang Feng didn't plan to go to sleep anymore.

Passing by Prince Gong's Mansion, Wang Feng looked around and, seeing that no one was around, put his bicycle into his spatial storage and climbed over the wall to enter the mansion.

Upon entering Prince Gong's Mansion, Wang Feng first looked around. Seeing that no one was around, he finally felt relieved.

This legendary Prince Gong's Mansion is said to contain a large amount of gold and silver treasures hidden by Heshen. Wang Feng had long been interested in it, so he came to scout it out today.

After drinking ten catties of the Water of Life, Wang Feng's eyesight, though no longer as clear in the dark as it was in the daytime, was still good enough to see the general outline. Nighttime treasure hunting was not a problem for him.

But where is he supposed to search for treasure in such a large mansion as Prince Gong's Mansion?

If only he had divine consciousness like in novels, but unfortunately, this isn't a novel.

Wang Feng walked into the garden and then headed towards the main hall. Along the way, he only saw overgrown weeds and a scene of desolation, and gained nothing.

The only positive finding was that he was certain that no one was currently living in the Prince Gong's Mansion, nor were any organizations operating there.

Wang Feng searched the Prince Gong's Mansion for two whole hours but found no clues, not even antiques or paintings. He only found some valuable furniture in the room.

However, he did not put the furniture into his spatial storage. If he alerted the enemy, it would not be so easy for him to come in and search for treasure again in the future.

In any case, he would never give up on the treasure hunt at Prince Gong's Mansion. If it really was as later generations said, that Prince Gong's Mansion contained tens of tons of gold, as well as various gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, jade and the like, he would be set for life.