The sky collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to Nanluoguxiang.

Half an hour later, Li Kaixin, masked and carrying a large sack, appeared at the entrance of the dark market.

He glanced at the piles of stones on both sides by the moonlight, then stepped inside.

In the dark market, there were more stalls selling yellow sheep and dried meat, but very few stalls selling grains.

Li Kaixin wandered around and asked about the prices of coarse grains and refined grains.

He then found an inconspicuous corner, put his bundle on the ground, and started setting up his stall.

Today we need to deal with grains and dried fish.

Needless to say, there were over 10,000 jin of dried fish piled up in the secret realm. And the amount of grain was even more staggering; after more than a month of accumulation, excluding the consumption for raising livestock, it was nearly 500,000 jin.

Li Kaixin dared not make a move on either of these two things in Beijing.

The dried fish was transported by their convoy, which could easily arouse suspicion. If large quantities of grain were released, it would cause too much of a stir, and in these times of food shortage, someone would definitely investigate.

After a short while, someone walked up to them.

"Brother, how much is your coarse grain?" A middle-aged Mongolian man wearing an old sheepskin coat squatted down and asked in a low voice.

Li Kaixin thought for a moment and quoted a price: "Two and a half cents a pound."

"Really?" the Mongolian man in front of him exclaimed in surprise.

This shout attracted the attention of several people nearby.

Li Kaixin nodded slightly.

The Mongolian man's voice changed as he urged, "Quickly, brother, give me twenty jin!"

After he finished speaking, a look of annoyance appeared on his face.

Li Kaixin worked quickly and efficiently, and soon packed twenty pounds of coarse grains for him.

Upon seeing this, the Mongolian man handed over the money and then snatched the grain from Li Kaixin's hand, as if afraid he would change his mind.

Just then, a voice came from behind the Mongolian man: "Temur, what's wrong with you? Is it really necessary to get so agitated about buying grain?"

Temur turned to look at the person, his eyes lighting up: "Alatan, you're here too! Did you bring any money? Could you lend me some?"

"How much do you want to borrow?" Alatan asked.

"Five yuan!" Temur had barely finished speaking when he glanced at Li Kaixin's stall and immediately changed his mind, "Oh no, ten yuan! Alatan, give it to me quickly."

Seeing his anxious appearance, Alatan asked calmly, "Then tell me what you need the money for? Otherwise, I won't lend it to you."

"You, you..." Temur gritted his teeth in anger, but seeing that there was still so much grain on the stall, he still whispered a few words in his ear.

"What! Selling it for such a low price?" Alatan was so surprised he almost jumped up.

Temur quickly grabbed him and whispered, "Shh, keep your voice down!"

"Oh, oh!" Alatan quickly shut his mouth, but his eyes kept glancing at the stall.

Then, the two squatted down in front of Li Kaixin's stall and bought another 60 jin of coarse grains without saying a word.

After the people left, the group of people who had been nearby gathered around.

Although they didn't know the specifics, just by looking at the two men's reactions and hearing the word "cheap" overheard, they could guess about 70-80% of what had happened.

Seeing people gathering around, Li Kaixin raised his voice a few decibels: "Coarse grains are 25 cents, refined grains are 50 cents!"

That's exactly the scene he wanted, and he deliberately lowered the price. In the black market, coarse grains normally cost forty cents, while refined grains cost seventy-five cents.

Upon hearing the price, the people behind erupted in chaos, all pushing and shoving to get to the front.

"What? It's so cheap? Give me twenty pounds of whole grains!"

"Brother, brother, sell to me first! I want 100 jin as well!"

"Sell it to me! I'll add five cents per pound!"

The commotion quickly attracted more people, and soon the stall was surrounded by a huge crowd.

Li Kaixin looked at the hands reaching out and money being held up from all directions.

He quickly stood up and pressed down on the crowd: "Everyone, don't push! One at a time! I'm limiting food to ten jin per person now, and the price won't go up."

These words had a slight effect, and the crowd quieted down a bit.

However, the first few people immediately took out their money and rushed to hand it over.

Li Kaixin didn't hesitate; he started collecting money with one hand and distributing grain with the other, his movements very swift.

As one person after another left with their food, satisfied, others quickly filled the gaps.

In just a quarter of an hour, they had already sold 100 jin of refined grains and 200 jin of coarse grains.

During this time, Li Kaixin secretly replenished his food supplies several times from the secret realm space. The large sack behind him swelled and bulged repeatedly.

On the contrary, no one even asked about the price of the dried fish.

Just then, a voice came from outside the crowd: "Kid, stop selling, I'll buy all your goods."

Li Kaixin was overjoyed. He slowly stopped what he was doing and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

A young man, accompanied by two henchmen, walked towards him.

He glanced at the sacks behind Li Kaixin, then looked at the grain that hadn't been put away on the ground.

"Not bad, not bad!" The young man wore a smug expression, as if he were very knowledgeable. "Kid, how much grain do you have left?"

Li Kaixin's lips twitched, but thinking this person might be a big customer, he held back: "Brother, how much do you want?"

The young man didn't reply, but gave a wink to the underling next to him.

One of the henchmen immediately understood, stepped forward, and pulled out some money from his pocket: "Kid, here's fifty dollars. That should be enough to buy all your grain, right?"

Li Kaixin's expression changed, and he inwardly cursed his bad luck.

He thought his plan had successfully attracted a big shot here, but it turned out to be just a nobody.

"Each person is limited to ten catties, so the three of you will have a total of thirty catties. Do you want refined grains or coarse grains?" Li Kaixin's voice became indifferent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's smile froze, a shadow of malice flashed in his eyes, and he took a step forward.

"Hey bro, are you kidding me?"

Li Kaixin did nothing but quietly stare at him.

The surrounding crowd quieted down, and many people stepped back.

"Great! Excellent!"

Seeing his appearance, the young man was instantly enraged. He turned to his two henchmen behind him and shouted, "Get him! Cripple him and take his stuff!"

The two henchmen immediately pulled out knives from behind their backs and were about to rush forward when they were stopped by two pistols pressed against their foreheads.

Upon seeing this, the young man reached behind his back to pull out his gun.

Without hesitation, Li Kaixin raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting the hand holding the gun directly.

The young man immediately covered his hand and screamed in pain.

Upon hearing the gunshot, many people ran away, but quite a few stall owners remained where they were, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

This also shows how chaotic this place really is.