The Xixiang Development Zone at night is more prosperous than during the day.

The low building on the third and fourth floors only looks like it, but with various lighting, it suddenly looks at its atmospheric.

The newly opened private hotels, dance halls and bowling alleys are trying their best to attract people.

Suppliers and purchasers from all over the country flocked to Xixiang Development Zone, holding a large handful of banknotes in their hands to fill the boring time.

Workers who had just got off work at six or seven o'clock got into the night market in the alley and the surrounding shops. Their salaries are not low, but they work hard and are still cautious when spending money.

The clothes I brought back from the coastal areas by carrying my own hands on my shoulders were not treated specially. I found a large coat hanger and hung it on both sides of the road. A light bulb fell off it would be considered a counter.

The coat hangers were used to be made of wood, but later someone used steel to make the feet, which became popular all night markets and was learned by everyone.

Later, the hanging rod of the clothes hanger was also replaced with the hanging rod of the steel pipe to reduce the replacement of consumable parts.

Selling clothes in the night market is very profitable, with each piece ranging from 30 to 50 or 200 or 300, all of which are like robbing money. No one wants to make less money for this day. It is really nothing to spend ten yuan on buying a steel pipe for this.

However, new street stalls are not prepared. Many people even spread their clothes on the floor and sold them, which makes the difference suddenly appear.

The rich female worker is now reluctant to buy clothes on such street stalls. She glances at her and then passes by with laughter.

On the contrary, people from other places don’t care whether it’s a street stall or a clothes hanger, and are strolling around with interest.

"Does the boss come to buy goods or deliver goods?" The stall owner who set up a stall at the street entrance did not seem to be focusing on his own stall.

"I must be shopping for the night market." The person asked was a middle-aged man, not very happy. If the other party hadn't talked about Hong Kong, he wouldn't have paid attention to the other party.

"Do you have sildenafil in your hand?" The stall owner lowered his voice and said without further temptation.

The middle-aged man laughed with a "huh" and said, "What, do you still want to sell it on a street stall?"

The stall owner shook his head, but said, "12 pieces each, you need as much as you want."

"My name is Han Feiming, what do you call it?" The middle-aged man was a little concerned. Although he was just a street stall, the clothes on the stall were worth thousands of yuan. If he wanted to buy sildenafil, he could really afford it.

The stall owner smiled and said, "I am the king of the surname, I am the king."

Wang Zhong sounded like a pseudonym. Han Feiming stood up in a happy mood and said, "Forget it if you don't have sincerity, there is someone behind the alley to collect 13 yuan."

Alleys are talking about bank alleys.

In the era without the Internet, there were usually some places where spontaneous gatherings in all walks of life, so that people could find the people and things they wanted without searching.

For example, those who sell stamps and convert foreign exchange often like to move in the alleys in front of the bank. This is mainly because people who trade these things are inevitably going back and forth between the bank.

In today's Xixiang Development Zone, few people play stamps and foreign exchange, and the alleys are occupied by people who resell drugs.

As Huarui's supply decreases, the quotation in the alley is getting higher and higher. Of course, 13 yuan is still relatively rare.

The stall owner Wang Zhong stood up with Han Feiming and said, "14 yuan."

Speaking directly with money immediately made Han Feiming's faint dissatisfaction disappear.

Han Feiming hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why are you receiving goods here? 14 yuan, and some people in the alley are shipped to you."

A pill earns more than four yuan, and a box of pills will earn more than one thousand yuan. This price is higher than the selling price outside, and Han Feiming thinks it is really abnormal.

Wang Zhong said: "I want you to collect it for me."

"What does it mean?" Han Feiming had some guesses but didn't say it out.

"You go to the alley or collect sildenafil anywhere. As long as the goods are real, I will give you 14 yuan per pill." Wang Zhong said: "If you have the ability, I can even send 1,000 boxes a day."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Wang Zhong said: "If you have time to come to the night market, your business is not big."

"You want to find someone to do a small business." Han Feiming said, smiling self-deprecatingly: "You are quite good at choosing places. Then you might as well just stand in the alley and ask people, why buy so many clothes to put on?"

"Clothes are also goods. You can just want money or goods." Wang Zhong stared at Han Feiming, and paddled around the air with his hands, saying, "Clothes are transported in, medicines are transported out."

Han Feiming was shocked: "You are leaving..."

Wang Zhong looked at Han Feiming without saying anything.

Han Feiming actually guessed it a little, and after a tentative sentence, he became silent.

"If you do it, call me." The stall owner stuffed a note to Han Feiming and pushed him again.

Han Feiming followed the crowd for two steps, turned around and saw that Wang Zhong had already begun to observe the others.

Han Feiming was relieved to find that he was not the other party's only choice.

He had no intention of walking around again, and he returned to the room with the note, and slowly expanded it to see that it was indeed a phone number.

"14 pieces per piece..." Han Feiming muttered to himself, frowning tightly.

If it is 12 yuan or 13 yuan, it is a one-time transaction. At worst, he will sell the saved order of lading to the other party, which is fine.

14 yuan is different again.

Now in the alley, the highest price of sildenafil is 13 yuan, which means that one pill can earn 1 yuan if he enters and leaves, and a box of 300 yuan, it is still a long-lasting transaction.

However, when Han Feiming thought about the other party’s origin, he felt a little troublesome.

Smuggling is nothing new, but he was originally a duty businessman, so should he be involved?

Han Feiming was lying on the bed, struggling and tangled, and fell asleep in a daze very late.

...

Facing sildenafil, Haydn was not confused at all.

"Give me one." Haydn looked at the diamond-shaped blue pill on the table, his eyes emitting light.

"Have you eaten?" the friend asked with a smile.

"What is Sildenafil? It's done by the Nobel Prize winner." Haydn actually only saw it twice. However, those two experiences shocked him greatly.

"Is one enough?" My friend was not stingy and handed over the hand to Haydn the sildenafil worth dozens of dollars.

Haydn drank Martini and grinned, "I want two!"

"Then I will have three." The peers were unwilling to fall behind.

Haydn laughed twice and said, "You know what the biggest benefit of this thing?"

"Make you hard?" A sentence came from the corner, which made several people laugh.

Haydn shook his head: "That's why you can't stand it."

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Haydn raised his cup proudly and said, "I tell you, the most powerful thing about this thing is to reduce the time between two times. It used to take 20 minutes to do it again, but now 10 minutes is enough..."

Everyone was so excited that they could not help but look at the desktop if they hadn't used it before.
Chapter completed!