In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

After agreeing with Director Zhao to propose marriage the day after tomorrow, Wang Xingguo gave Director Zhao two gold leaves and saw him off.

Wang Xingguo called everyone over and began assigning tasks to them using the job list.

First, let everyone get to know Gan Ping and Chen Ming, and then assign them their respective work positions. Eight young and strong clansmen were assigned to transport goods back to the village and into the city. In the future, any pigs brought back by the clan will be sent to the city in a unified manner according to the procurement process.

After making all the arrangements, Wang Xingguo explained the future work procedures again, and then asked Gan Ping to speak.

Gan Ping smiled and said, "From now on, I will be in charge of internal procurement. I won't interfere with external procurement. As long as everyone cooperates to keep the accounts clear, I won't meddle in other matters. I sincerely hope that everyone can cooperate with each other and work together to make this night market a success. Thank you."

Wang Xingguo led the applause, then arranged for someone to prepare lunch, while he, along with Wang Yongli and the other two, began to discuss the price of the supplies.

Wang Xingguo said seriously, "The price of this pork must not be too low. If it is too low, other people will come to us to buy pork and then resell it for profit."

Gan Ping nodded and said, "I understand. Director Wang, what price do you think would be appropriate?"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xingguo said, "According to the current black market prices, good quality fatty pork is around 5.5 yuan per jin (500g), leaner pork is around 5 yuan per jin, and completely lean pork is 4.5 yuan per jin. My personal suggestion is to limit purchases to two jin and sell them at 5 yuan per jin. What do you think of this price, Director Gan?"

Gan Ping nodded and said, "I have no objection. Before I came, the leader instructed me that regarding the price, since I am not familiar with the black market, I should mainly rely on your opinion."

Wang Xingguo breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He was worried that Director Gan wouldn't be flexible and would insist on offering a low price, which could potentially lead to all the black markets sending people to buy pork here. After all, the amount of pork sold each day is limited, and they can easily resell it at a higher price.

As for the crackdown on the black market, Director Zhao knew about it in advance. How could the people behind the other black markets not know?

It's just that it's shut down, but the people running it won't get into trouble. At most, it'll just change from a fixed black market to a mobile black market.

Instead of customers coming to buy, it has become simply delivering goods to the doorsteps of the wealthy.

There is definitely resentment; the loss of the fixed black market cuts off their source of income. However, they really can't do anything about Wang Xingguo!

Whether it's the legitimate or criminal world, just the fact that Wang Xingguo has his own clansmen makes them afraid to mess with him.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Er Gouzi arrived angrily with two of his henchmen.

Er Gouzi pointed at Wang Xingguo's nose and cursed, "Wang Er, you bastard! I just took your pigs, and look what you've done! My whole business is going to have to close down! You son of a bitch, how can you cheat people like this?!"

Wang Xingguo shielded his eyes from Er Gouzi's spittle with his hand and explained helplessly, "Brother Er Gou, can you blame me for this? I was doing a good job, making tons of money. Who the hell wants to be promoted? But I've run into this situation, so I can't do anything about it. It's either accept being recruited or go to labor reform. What am I supposed to choose?"

Er Gouzi snorted coldly and said angrily, "I don't care about any of that. Now I don't even have a pig farm anymore. You're responsible for getting rid of those pigs for me, or I'm not finished with you!"

Don't you want pigs anymore?

I'm really short of pigs!

Wang Xingguo was secretly delighted and quickly patted his chest, saying, "Don't worry, Brother Ergou, it was indeed my fault about the pigs. I'm the one who made it impossible for you to raise them. I'll just buy back these pigs with the money."

Hearing that Wang Xingguo was willing to pay to buy back the pigs, Er Gouzi's anger subsided a bit. After all, he couldn't sell them anytime soon, and the farm was about to close down, leaving him in a real bind.

Wang Xingguo whispered, "Brother Ergou, I'll take not only the pigs, but also any other goods you want to sell. Although my night market has been incorporated into the government, the authorities allow me to continue operating the black market. You can come to me to sell your goods in the future, and you can buy anything you need from my bargaining night market. I absolutely won't care about the origin or identity of your goods; I only care about the goods, not the person."

Er Gouzi asked suspiciously, "Really? You've already taken over their units, and you're still doing reselling?"

After thinking it over, Wang Xingguo decided to reveal some information to Er Gouzi, since Er Gouzi was no worse than him.

He shielded his eyes with his hand and whispered in Er Gouzi's ear, "The black market has been wiped out. In the future, night markets like mine may be established in various districts. I think you should consider your future, Er Gouzi. You should ask your superior to see if they can get you into the West District to run the night market there. After all, it will take some people with experience in running the black market to get this renamed black market up and running."

Don't you want to do business openly and honestly? Or do you want to hide forever? This is the only chance for us people who operate in the gray area to go legitimate. It's only because you, Brother Er Gou, have treated me well; I wouldn't bother reminding anyone else of this!

Er Gouzi stood there stunned, because he had never thought about what Wang Xingguo was talking about. A thought began to grow wildly in his mind.

Do you really think running a black market and being the boss is a good thing?

If he could really get a permanent position and live an honest life, he would be willing to give up half of his fortune!

He took a deep breath, grabbed Wang Xingguo's hand, and asked anxiously, "Are you sure you'll really open one in every district? Wang Er, don't lie to me, I'll believe you. Who wouldn't want to be officially employed and not have to live in constant fear?"

Wang Xingguo nodded and explained, "I heard it from the leaders. Once I've been operating here for a while and confirmed there are no problems, we'll open a negotiated night market in each district. I only told you this because I like you, Brother Er Gou. Don't tell anyone else. Like you said, who wouldn't want to be recruited? When the time comes, a bunch of people will be scrambling for these few spots, and you might not be able to get one."

Er Gouzi nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, this matter must not be known to others. Wang Er, you also need to help keep it a secret..."

Er Gouzi felt uneasy about simply promising to keep the news a secret, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Er, I have a total of twenty-five big fat pigs. Besides the ones I bought from you, I also bought some from others. I'll sell these twenty-five pigs to you for two hundred yuan each, as long as you keep this a secret and swear not to tell anyone else, I'll sell them to you for a pittance!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingguo was overjoyed and immediately raised his hand to swear, "I swear, I will never reveal this news to anyone other than you, Brother Er Gou, or may I be struck by lightning, have no descendants, and die a horrible death!"