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

After seeing off the big customer who had sold two small yellow croakers and then placed an order for seven pork knuckles, fifteen catties of pork, five catties of beef, five catties of mutton, seven large yellow croakers weighing over three catties each, seven chickens, seven ducks, and fourteen carp, and paid a deposit of one hundred yuan, Wang Xingguo returned to the living room.

He smiled and said to Gan Ping, "Director Gan, you'll have to prepare the pork knuckles, pork, beef, mutton, and large yellow croaker."

Gan Ping replied, "No problem, Director Wang, please rest assured. I have been authorized to purchase more of these supplies for sale."

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "That's good. As you saw tonight, there are many people who want to buy ingredients for their wedding banquets. This kind of pork knuckle is a hard currency and is especially popular. We can definitely order more of it. Also, please inform your superiors tomorrow to send someone to pick up the small yellow croakers we collected tonight."

Gan Ping smiled and nodded, feeling that although Director Wang was young, he was really smart.

Wang Xingguo was right; the purpose of this night market was to help recycle hard currencies like gold.

The higher-ups had considered everything very carefully. They decided to sell the goods at the black market price and then buy back the gold at the same price. This would be beneficial for the recycling work, and since the goods were sold at a high price, the profit from that sale would be just right for buying back the gold!

This was also a safeguard for Wang Xingguo, because as long as there is demand, the black market for gold recycling will never stop, and there can never be too much of these things.

If he manages this night market for a few years and accumulates enough merit, he can transfer them to other departments.

If everything goes smoothly, this job isn't bad at all; nobody wants to embezzle money. Giving so many members of the Wang family a future will be a way of repaying their life-saving kindness.

After midnight, more and more people with their faces covered appeared, and the small yellow croakers they sold almost emptied the night market of all its cash.

Fortunately, some of the people selling yellow croaker bought large quantities of good cigarettes and alcohol, and even flour and rice.

These fine grains don't belong to Wang Xingguo; they belong to Gan Ping and his group. But even if the night market allows the buying and selling of fine grains, Wang Xingguo still won't touch them.

It's far too sensitive. Selling sorghum, corn, buckwheat, and millet is fine, but wheat flour and rice are a different story because he can't explain the origin of the goods.

The only rice available in Beijing is Jingxi rice. Rural areas can't keep too much of it for themselves, and rural people are absolutely reluctant to sell it.

Because city dwellers have the opportunity to get refined grains to feed their babies every month, while rural people rely entirely on rice and wheat to feed their children. The amount of refined grains they can get in a year is very limited and not enough at all, let alone sell them.

It was 2 a.m., and after waiting another five minutes, there were no more customers. Wang Xingguo then ordered the store to close and the accounts to be settled.

Tonight, Wang Xingguo and his clan had a total of 7,830 yuan in cash, which they used to buy small yellow croakers.

As for Gan Ping and his group, they spent all of their money, leaving only eighty-six yuan in cash in the night market's cash register!

Wang Xingguo said cheerfully, "Director Gan, we've handed over the gold, but how should we calculate the cost? We've used our profits, and even our own money, to pay for it."

After thinking for a moment, Gan Ping said somewhat hesitantly, "Director Wang, to be honest, it's relatively easy for me to apply for supplies, but applying for funds is more difficult. How about this: I'll apply for a batch of supplies and give them to you at the selling price to offset the debt. After they're sold, this money won't be included in the profits turned over to the government. What do you think of this?"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xingguo hesitated and said, "Director Gan, it's not that I'm unwilling to accept this proposal, but we don't have the cash to buy the small yellow croakers tomorrow night..."

Gan Ping was also very troubled. He gritted his teeth and said, "How about this? Tomorrow I'll apply to get 1,000 jin of pork and 50 pork knuckles to sell. That way we can get 5,500 yuan to continue buying small yellow croakers. As for the funds you advanced, I'll help you offset them with cigarettes, alcohol, cloth, sugar, and tea. We'll settle the payment for these goods first, until your advance payment is fully repaid, and then we'll continue to settle the profits you need to hand over. What do you think of this?"

Although it was troublesome, it was the only option if they couldn't get funding, so Wang Xingguo nodded in agreement.

Wang Xingguo is considering whether to sell a few pigs and get some cash back.

After everyone finished cleaning up the venue and ate something, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Wang Xingguo turned off the light and crawled into bed, thinking about his crazy day with Li Xiuping, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

After being hungry for so long, I finally had a full meal.

Things will be better after we get married; we won't have to go hungry anymore.

Business was booming on the second day, with goods in short supply. The trade in small yellow croaker was also booming, and Wang Xingguo and his team spent all the money they made from selling goods that night.

Gan Ping was both amused and exasperated. Most of the goods he had allocated to Wang Xingguo today had been sold, but the money had gone into purchasing small yellow croakers.

He now owes Wang Xingguo a total of 12,300 yuan. How many goods would it take to offset that?

Having no other choice, Gan Ping could only report the matter to his superiors. Chen Ming, the accountant, was in charge of the accounts, so the amount of money Wang Xingguo and the others had advanced was clearly recorded in the ledgers.

The authorities did not expect things to go so smoothly, as a total of 86 small yellow croakers have already been recovered, which is worth a total of 20,640 yuan according to the black market price!

There's no way I'm going to give you money!

Then the only option is to loosen the supply of materials and let Wang Xingguo choose the materials he wants to use as payment.

Others may not know which items will see a price surge next year, but Wang Xingguo does!

First, there's alcohol, like Erguotou. It's currently selling for four yuan a bottle, but by the second half of the year, it will rise to over eight yuan a bottle.

In other words, if he buys Erguotou now and holds out until next year, this batch of liquor will allow him to double his earnings.

However, since the wine needs to be sold continuously, it is estimated that it will be sold out before next year, and it may not be able to sell for such a high price.

Therefore, we also need some goods that can be quickly converted into cash, such as cotton cloth, sugar, and meat, which can be sold and converted into cash more quickly.

Today, the clansmen were divided into groups of three and began to haul goods on three tricycles. It took them a whole day to bring back goods worth 12,300 yuan, which filled the two rooms in the backyard that served as warehouses. The room where the goods were sold was also filled with a lot of goods.

As word spread about the night market from the people who came over the past two nights, and no one who came to buy or sell here got into trouble, tonight saw a small surge in activity!

There was simply not enough supply to go around. Over a thousand kilograms of pork were snapped up, and chicken, duck, fish, and eggs were almost all gone.

But the night market still has no money!

Tonight we sold over 14,000 worth of goods, but we used them all to buy small yellow croakers.

Wang Xingguo looked at the numbers in the ledger with a worried expression. The huge sum of one hundred and thirty-two yuan and sixty-three cents seemed to be mocking him.