Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

After leaving Sihetou, Wang Jianjun came to a remote courtyard according to the address given by Chen Biao.

The door to the yard was half open.

Wang Jianjun knocked on the door, and soon a man with a pointed face and monkey chin opened the door.

The other party glanced at Wang Jianjun's attire and said warily:

"Who are you looking for?"

"Someone introduced me here to exchange for some black rice."

After hearing what Wang Jianjun said, the man looked around outside and then asked in a low voice:

"Who introduced it?"

"Brother Biao from the West District."

After hearing Wang Jianjun mention the introducer, the other party opened the door and let Wang Jianjun in.

The yard was not big. When Wang Jianjun came in, there were two people sitting in the yard drinking and playing cards.

The man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks said to the two men:

"I was introduced by Biaozi from Pigeon City in the West District."

"Biaozi? Speaking of which, that kid has been very lucky recently. I don't know where he got some goods from, so he must have made a lot of money. Lao Qian, you just lost the game, so you should be responsible for taking him over."

Wang Jianjun's ears twitched. It seemed that Chen Biao and his gang had been noticed.

"Okay, remember to save some wine for me."

The man with the pointed chin and monkey face said to Wang Jianjun, "Buying or selling? If buying, it's 50 cents, if selling, it's 1 dollar."

Wang Jianjun took out a dollar and handed it over:

"shopping."

The man took the money and put it in his pocket and said to Wang Jianjun, "Okay, follow me. Keep quiet on the way and don't talk."

The two of them left the house and walked all the way to the south of Sijiu City.

There is a residential area here that was bombed by artillery fire and has now become an abandoned residential area.

The country has only been founded for a few years, and the reconstruction planning of this place has not yet begun.

Normally no one comes here, so it is safer to put the black market here.

The man who led the way took Wang Jianjun to a dilapidated large house, where there was a man standing guard at the door.

After handing over to the other party, he said to Wang Jianjun:

"Go in by yourself and remember to keep quiet. It's up to you to decide what to buy. We are not responsible if you get ripped off."

Having said that, she ignored him and left.

There are no street lights around this spot, and the entire lighting depends on the moon in the sky and the dilapidated old house.

It has a very Chinese horror vibe.

The timid people may not dare to come.

Just in case, Wang Jianjun turned on the scanner before entering the yard.

Although it seems quiet outside, there are quite a few people when you get into the yard.

Most people here cover their faces tightly, and wearing a hood with their eyes exposed is considered basic.

People like Wang Jianjun, who wore sunglasses and a mask, were considered different. When he first came in, he noticed that several eyes were cast on him.

Unlike Gezi City, there are basically no people selling food here.

The things sold are also varied.

Things like antique jade, watches, radios, various bills, and even medicine.

There are few people selling weapons, but they still exist.

He walked around and saw a man squatting in a corner with a piece of cloth in front of him with several bullets on it.

Wang Jianjun came over and asked curiously:

"Got a gun?"

The other party opened his clothes to reveal the butt of the gun in his arms and explained:

"It's on my body. You're not allowed to put it in the open here."

Wang Jianjun understood that those who came here were not good people. No one liked to have a gun placed there to threaten them.

"Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"Yes."

"Then go trade over there in the corner, it will cause trouble here."

The man pointed to an empty corner.

Wang Jianjun nodded in agreement.

Out of caution, he still glanced at the other party to make sure none of the guns had bullets.

After a quick glance, I found that this man was really good at hiding things. He had a total of eight guns hidden all over his body.

The two men came to the corner, and the man took out a pistol from his body like a magic trick and placed it on the ground.

Wang Jianjun picked them up one by one and examined them.

The gun is the latest Type 54 pistol.

It looks very new, and the boring line is not seriously worn, so it has probably not been used many times.

Wang Jianjun asked with satisfaction:

"How much is it?"

"twenty."

"Where's the bullet?"

"Two cents each."

The price is a bit expensive but acceptable.

"Can I get a discount if I buy six?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then said:

"Eighteen in a handful. Pick your own."

Wang Jianjun was not polite and picked out six swords with relatively light wear and tear.

"How many bullets are there?"

"One hundred and fifty rounds."

"Any more?"

"How much do you want?"

"A thousand rounds."

When the other party heard this number, his heart trembled and he looked at Wang Jianjun in surprise.

I thought to myself, could this guy be a bandit from some mountain?

After thinking for a while, the man lowered his voice and said:

"A thousand rounds is a bit much. I need some time. Come and get them this time next week."

Wang Jianjun nodded and lowered his voice and asked:

"Do you have a submachine gun?"

The man was startled and took a half step back and said cautiously:

"Are you going to die? Forget about that thing. It will be very troublesome if something happens. I don't dare to get it."

Wang Jianjun figured out that the other party could get this type of weapon but didn't dare to sell it.

He didn't force it. So many pistols were enough for self-defense for the time being.

He took out the money and counted out 120 yuan and handed it to the other party.

After the two men checked the money and goods, the man left the black market in a hurry.

Wang Jianjun put away his gun and prepared to buy something else, but when he turned around, the people around him subconsciously took two steps back and kept their distance.

Wang Jianjun was helpless, there was nothing to be afraid of since the bullet was not loaded.

I visited a few more stalls and asked about the prices of the goods.

He found that the items sold here were at a high premium.

At least 20% higher than the dove market.

Wang Jianjun finally asked at an antique stall if there was anyone selling gold.

As a result, the stall owner saw the gun on Wang Jianjun and stepped back nervously.

"Don't worry, there's no bullet in the gun."

Wang Jianjun was also helpless. With so many people around him, it was not easy for him to put the gun into the space openly.

Looking at the antiques on the ground, Wang Jianjun felt a little jealous.

Antiques in prosperous times and gold in troubled times.

After the reform and opening up, the domestic economy developed rapidly, and many people at that time took advantage of the dividends of the times and became rich.

When people have money, they naturally like to buy things to show off their status.

That was the golden age of antique trading.

Of course, although the prices of antiques from this era are not that outrageous, they are not cheap either.

And there are also fake ones.

Wang Jianjun doesn't know much about the business, and even experts who know the business have been cheated sometimes, so he just takes a look at these antiques.

What Wang Jianjun was eyeing were the two pieces of gold in his hand.

Big yellow croaker and small yellow croaker.

This was the standard weight of gold bars during the Skinhead period.

The small one is one tael, the big one is ten taels.

According to the measurement unit at that time, one liang was about 30 grams, which meant the market price of small yellow croaker was about yuan.

However, because China prohibited private transactions of precious metals during this period, gold could be said to be priceless.

The private transaction price of small yellow croaker is between 60 and 65 yuan.

It’s even more expensive on the black market, costing 75 yuan.

You can't buy much with a few thousand dollars in your pocket.

In this comparison, Lou Bancheng is really rich.

Wang Jianjun recalled that in the play, when the wind just started, Lou Xiao'e pulled a box of gold from home and hid it at home.

Thinking of this, he even wanted to poach Xu Damao's girl.

In the end, Wang Jianjun exchanged five small yellow croakers from the man.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to exchange more, it’s mainly because that person doesn’t have the goods.

As for the yellow croaker, forget it. He doesn't have enough money.