Chapter Seven: The Big Purchase

  It's really frustrating, a time and space shuttle person like him, can only sell some cheap goods to deceive little girls, Yang Feng now feels like those street vendors.

  "Everything is five yuan, every item is five yuan. You can't lose money if you don't buy it, and you won't be cheated if you do..." The loud cries of the vendors lingered in his ears.

  "It'll get better soon, who doesn't have a startup period!" Yang Feng lay on the bed in his rented hut, muttering to himself.

  The next morning, he went out early. The tricycle couldn't be ridden now, and no matter what, it couldn't hold that many things. So, he found a deserted corner, the tricycle transformed into a small van, and Yang Feng drove straight to the pharmacy.

  The monkey was still very reassuring, although it was just a small pharmacy, and the main business was still male health products, but after all, it was also a medical family, and the ability to organize goods was still unparalleled. As soon as Yang Feng arrived, he saw a container truck unloading sulfanilamide!

  This is simpler, let the monkey come out and say a word, directly poured into Yang Feng's car, saving the trouble of coming back and forth. As for the payment, Yang Feng was very straightforward and paid in cash at the retail price. It's very important to be clear with one's own brother.

  The monkey was very dissatisfied, wanting Yang Feng to give him the wholesale price, but Yang Feng insisted on giving him the retail price. After all, he couldn't let others work for nothing, and besides, the sulfonamide that cost two yuan per bottle would be sold for two yuan, who would care about his little money?

  "Alright, next time if you want it again, I'll introduce you and you can contact them directly to make a purchase." The monkey said anxiously.

  "No, I've made up my mind," said Yang Feng.

  It's more troublesome for Qian Zhuang, after all, Yang Feng is very scattered and it's hard to gather them together in a short time.

  "Come over before dinner!" Qian Zhuang said on the phone.

  It's just before dinner anyway, and Yang Feng isn't in a hurry either. Besides, his shuttle hasn't been charged yet! And there are still many things that need to be taken care of.

  Yang Feng pulled Xun Amu straight to Old Wang's place, who collected waste materials. He had four or five old women under him, specializing in sorting and picking up waste materials.

  "Five hundred yuan, have your workers do some work for me. Each of you take a bottle of thinner and wipe off all the words on these medicine bottles. Also, take out the instruction manual. And get me another cardboard box, any size will do, and the one you bring back is yours!" Yang Feng said, slapping the banknotes in front of him.

  After leaving Old Wang's place, Yang Feng rushed to the market again. He had to bring some gifts for the Yang Wenbin family, especially Yang Jing. As soon as he thought of her soft and weak voice calling him "Uncle", a wicked feeling arose in Yang Feng's heart.

  Bicycles are indispensable, seventeen-year-old bicycles, Yang Feng smiled very awkwardly.

  Can't buy imports, can't buy too high-end, easy to produce too much influence, of course the main reason is that Armani is too expensive.

  Of course, you can't buy a bad one either. Girls are a bit vain and want to stand out from the crowd. This is easy to solve now. The current bicycles, any one of them is much more beautiful than the best ones back then.

  A pink Phoenix folding bike for three to four hundred yuan is not bad, riding in the northern city of Beijing in the 1930s, the return rate is absolutely high.

  As for her younger brother, a little kid in elementary school, just give him a backpack and stationery box to get rid of him. As for her cheap big brother and sister-in-law, each gave a down jacket, leather shoes, of course, the down jackets were also given by Yang Jing's siblings.

  Doing clothing business seems promising, but thinking of those big puffy jackets that fill the streets like caterpillars, Yang Feng feels extremely depressed and can't even see a small waistline.

  There are also warm underwears, and I'll get a set for Xiner and Lin Yin as well. As they come from wealthy families, it's just right to use them to advertise myself among those noblewomen.

  Whenever he thought of those cheongsam beauties who braved the cold weather and turned pale, Yang Feng felt as if countless silver dollars were hitting him.

  Do you want to bring some 7 Degrees Space?

  Yang Feng thought about it and gave up the tempting idea, maybe try it out sometime later, but for now, they hadn't gotten close to that point yet, and it would be easy to be misunderstood as being a playboy.

  It seems like there's nothing left to mess around with, actually Yang Feng wished he could move all the goods on the street into the Republic of China, but unfortunately his pockets are too shallow!

  At this time, he saw someone selling battery-powered amplifiers and suddenly remembered that when Yang Jing and the others were demonstrating, they seemed to be using paper tubes.

  How can this be done, who can hear such a small voice? If you send them a batch of these yourself, it will undoubtedly be very helpful to get close to these progressive young people. At that time, whether it's making money or chasing after girls, it will undoubtedly be easy as pie.

  Thinking of the passionate young people filling the streets, holding loudspeakers and singing about the scenery on Songhua River, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

  Bought ten with a heavy heart.

  He had been out all day and didn't arrive at Qian Zhuang's house until dinner time, when Qian Zhuang had already prepared everything for him.

  The Hero fountain pen is naturally a hero, with a guaranteed quality of an old brand name. Although the era when Yang Feng used Hero has already been very distant.

  The watch was a Shanghai brand, an old-fashioned manual model in stock. Yang Feng specifically instructed not to get an automatic one, it's too expensive, can't afford it, and this ten-dollar watch already made him feel the pinch.

  The rest is nothing valuable, neutral pen, ballpoint pen, notebook, stationery box, and a stack of cartoon stickers, toy bears and so on.

  Yang Feng picked out the ones with damaged patterns and left them for Qian Zhuang, then had a meal at his house and drove back to his residence after being full.

  "How are you going to recharge me?" Yang Feng asked Xiao Xianghuo as soon as he returned.

  A beautiful woman's face appeared on the front windshield, and then a silver metal rod protruded from the fuel tank with a three-claw plug at the front.

  Yang Feng hastily pulled the increasingly long metal rod into the house.

  "Don't need my help?" he asked cautiously, then hastily put down the metal rod without any insulation.

  The metal rod rose up like it had a life of its own and accurately inserted into the socket.

  "Bang!" The electric meter on Yang Feng's wall suddenly burst into flames.

  Almost at the same time, a deafening loud noise came from the transformer about 100 meters away.

  Then came a faint explosion sound from afar.

  Half of the city is pitch black.

  "Umm... how much power does it charge with?" Yang Feng asked, his eyes wide with wonder.

  "One million kilowatts." The beautiful woman said calmly.

  "You're an appliance that consumes half a city's electricity, and you want me to plug it into a 2000-watt socket that gets hot?"

  "You said you were going to recharge." The beauty remained calm.

  "You're really funny!" Yang Feng said with a wry smile.

  It's impossible to replenish energy with electricity, unless Yang Feng opens his own power plant, otherwise the power supply bureau will absolutely not agree to cut off half of the city to supply him alone.

  Yang Feng can't afford the electricity bill either.