Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 85 New Channel, Qianmen Yan Xiaoliu, Deal Completed!

The old master didn't mind and went back to reading his newspaper.

Buying a bicycle is not a small amount of money, and given the current state of the bikes in the store, if one out of ten people who come in to look at the bikes ends up actually buying one, you'd be lucky. Most of them are like Chen Deshun, who just look around, ask a few questions, and then leave.

After leaving the trust shop, Chen Deshun stood on the street and scanned the passersby.

The trust store route was effectively blocked, but he already had a new idea in mind.

It seems that if I want to buy a bicycle properly, I still need to get a ticket.

These days, you need tickets for everything, which naturally breeds a group of ticket scalpers.

This kind of business was clandestine. They didn't dare to set up signs or shout slogans like merchants in later generations. They mostly gathered in secluded alleys or along park walls, sometimes in twos and sometimes in threes, and rarely spoke to each other.

Chen Deshun thought for a moment. There were definitely ticket scalpers near the front gate, but he didn't have much contact with them and only vaguely remembered them. He turned left and right and entered a nearby alley.

The alleyway may lack the glitz and glamour of a department store, but it has its own unique rules for survival.

Chen Deshun walked slowly, his gaze sweeping over the people in the alley.

A man wearing an old gray shirt and a cotton hat came into Chen Deshun's line of sight and caught his attention.

The man leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, hat pulled low, his eyes scanning the passersby; he was clearly a "scalper."

The so-called "scalpers" are not the kind who go underground to rob tombs; they are smugglers who specialize in buying and selling goods between their own hands and making a profit from the price difference.

That's him.

Having figured things out, Chen Deshun pretended to be strolling around and slowly walked past him without looking at him.

The first time, the person didn't react and continued to lean against the wall, pretending to be asleep.

Chen Deshun walked to the alley entrance, then turned back and passed by him a second time.

This time, just as the two brushed past each other, the man suddenly tugged at his hat brim and asked quickly in a low voice, "What do you want?"

It's no wonder he's so cautious. These days, speculative behavior is still strictly prohibited. If caught, not only will his property be confiscated, but he will also face hefty fines. The high risk forces them to be careful.

Chen Deshun stopped and lowered his voice as well, saying, "I want to buy a manganese steel car."

Every industry has its own rules and its own set of professional terms.

For example, there are many tricks to dealing with these smugglers. If you directly ask "Do you have bicycle tickets?", it sounds like you're an amateur and you're likely to be taken advantage of.

If you happen to run into a shady dealer who sets a trap for you with overpriced or fake tickets, you'll have nowhere to turn for help.

Chen Deshun didn't want to cause trouble, so he directly stated his purpose.

Sure enough, upon hearing Chen Deshun's reply, the man in the hat became serious and straightened his posture.

"Want one? You can ride it right away." He took half a step forward and asked tentatively.

Chen Deshun shook his head: "No. Do you have any tickets?"

Trading bicycles privately is too risky.

On the one hand, you don't know if the car is stolen or robbed. If you buy a stolen car, and the rightful owner comes knocking on your door, you won't be able to explain yourself.

On the other hand, there are too many scammers. Chen Deshun knows nothing about bicycle construction. What if the other party tampered with the bicycle, and it looks fine when you inspect it, but falls apart halfway home?

Once the money and goods are exchanged in this kind of transaction, finding the person again after leaving this alley is harder than climbing to heaven.

Therefore, buying a ticket is still the safest option.

He used to have bicycle tickets, and he treasured them, looking at them every day, so he was very familiar with them.

He could still distinguish between genuine and counterfeit tickets, which was the source of his confidence in buying tickets from these scalpers. At least he was familiar with something, and it was difficult for others to fool him.

"have."

Seeing that Chen Deshun was an expert, the ticket scalper didn't beat around the bush. He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his inner pocket, unfolded a corner, revealing a bright red official seal on it: "One Hundred".

Chen Deshun felt a pang of pain in his heart; the premium was just too much!

A brand new bicycle costs at most a little over a hundred yuan, but a ticket costs a hundred yuan, almost the same as the price of the bicycle.

But he also knew that tickets were in short supply; that was the market situation. There were plenty of people with money but no tickets; it was a matter of mutual consent.

Chen Deshun reached out to take the ticket for a closer look, but the man, like a startled rabbit, quickly pulled his hand back and stuffed the ticket back into his pocket.

"Don't you know the rules?" The ticket scalper stared at him warily and said in a deep voice, "Cash on delivery."

Chen Deshun took out the banknotes he had prepared in advance from his pocket and handed them over. The money was gone as soon as he reached out, and he had a bicycle ticket in his hand.

The entire transaction process was very quick.

The scalper took the money, rubbed it between his fingers to make sure it was correct, and then turned to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, his arm was grabbed from behind, and a strong force pulled him back uncontrollably.

The ticket scalper's face changed drastically; he was terrified.

Oh no! We've run into a police sting operation!

He struggled desperately, trying to shake off that iron-like hand.

With a slight exertion of force, Chen Deshun grabbed the ticket scalper's arm behind his back and held it down firmly.

"In such a hurry to be reincarnated?" Chen Deshun said calmly to the nervous ticket scalper, "It's not too late to leave after I've verified the authenticity of the tickets."

Upon hearing this, the ticket scalper stopped struggling and his tense body relaxed slightly.

So it wasn't the police! That's good, that's good—

"Brother, you scared me to death!" He let out a long sigh and said resentfully, "If you wanted to check tickets, you should have just said so. Did you think I could run away? What's with the attack right off the bat?"

Chen Deshun glanced at him, his words sounding better than his singing.

What if the ticket is fake? He'll run away, and you'll definitely have to chase after him. What kind of scene would that be, chasing each other in public?

Chen Deshun lowered his head, unfolded the bicycle ticket, and began to examine it carefully.

He held the ticket up to his eyes, examined it carefully in the sunlight, then pinched it between two fingers and gently rubbed it.

The paper has a crisp texture and a smooth feel, without the loose, fuzzy edges of ordinary paper; it should be genuine ticket paper.

Looking at the official seal above, the color is uniform, without any bleeding or blurring.

The font on the tickets is printed with lead type, the characters are clear and the edges are sharp, unlike the effect of hand-carved wax paper printing.

After checking twice, Chen Deshun folded the ticket, put it in his inner pocket, and released his grip on the ticket scalper's hand.

"How about it? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

The ticket scalper rubbed his numb wrist, his arrogant expression returning: "Why don't you go out and ask around? I, Yan Xiaoliu, have always been honest and fair to everyone in the Qianmen area!"

"If it were fake, you'd be spitting air right now," Chen Deshun replied casually.

"You—don't you know how to talk!" Yan Xiaoliu rolled her eyes and subconsciously touched her right cheek. Luckily, she was quick-witted and hadn't pulled out the fake one.

The deal was reached, and both parties were satisfied.

Yan Xiaoliu felt that this place was not suitable for him to stay for long, so he prepared to change places and turned to walk to the other end of the alley.

Chen Deshun watched Yan Xiaoliu's departing figure, his eyes flickering thoughtfully. Suddenly, he jogged a few steps forward and called out to him.

"What's wrong? Are you going to back out?"