Wearing to the 70s: Mr. Rough Man, Please Spare Me

Chapter 274 Entering Hong Kong Island

After walking across the bridge, I saw this relatively prosperous place.

The buildings are all high-rise, the stores are doing brisk business, and the streets are busy with traffic. Cars and rickshaws pulled by people can be seen everywhere.

On the distant horizon, a sunset is about to set. Its afterglow shines on the land, and the whole land is instantly coated with a layer of golden yellow, which seems to interpret the connotation of Hong Kong Island's precious land.

No wonder so many people are rushing here, even if they pay the price of death, they run here without hesitation.

This was Hong Kong Island in the 70s. She had been to this place several times in the 21st century, but never had such an exciting mood. Perhaps it was because of the gap in the living standards of the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

I found a shop with a lot of traffic and sat down. Looking at the prices above, I felt sad. A bowl of fish ball noodles cost 4 yuan and 5 cents.

Thinking that if Fang Ping was here, she would be heartbroken, so she probably swallowed and said she wasn't hungry anymore.

When she arrived, Anxin had asked her second brother to exchange her 1000 yuan into Hong Kong dollars. At this time, the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate was 1:3.1, so she got 3000 Hong Kong dollars.

An Xin directly ordered a bowl of fish ball noodles in Cantonese.

She learned Cantonese from authentic Hong Kong people, so when she spoke like this and she dressed fashionably, people thought she was a native of Hong Kong.

After eating these fish eggs with a chewy texture and a tender aftertaste, the price is not unacceptable.

Anxin found a hotel nearby and stayed there, but when asked about his ID card, Anxin couldn't find it, so he had to take out his pass.

The boss was surprised when he saw that An Xin was from mainland China, but he quickly checked her in.

An Xin asked for a room with a private bathroom, which was quite expensive at [-] RMB per day.

Unexpectedly, there was Simmons there, so An Xin collapsed on the bed, enjoying the softness.

In ten minutes, she stretched herself, slowly got up from the bed, then walked to the bathroom to freshen up, and put on makeup again.

After taking my bag and leaving the hotel, I saw an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going, and there were also thriving stalls.

Unknowingly, I walked to the market, and An Xin walked directly into a busy rice store.

The customers inside were filling their bags, and a young man in his 20s was weighing the bags non-stop.

An Xin had no choice but to walk up to a 30-year-old woman who was sitting on the counter and playing with her nails, and asked her about the price.

The man just raised his head slightly, glanced at An Xin, and then pointed to the price list beside him impatiently and said, "I don't know how to read it. There are prices on it." After saying that, he gave An Xin a blank look.

Only then did An Xin look at the small traditional Chinese characters. He didn't expect that the rice here costs 2 yuan, and the flour here costs 1.8 yuan.

"Do you collect rice and noodles here?" An Xin asked quietly.

The man was stunned for a moment after hearing An Xin's words, and then said disdainfully: "You are blind, we are selling food, not buying it, understand?" After that, he continued to play with his nails boredly.

"Indeed, you are right, but you also bought your food. Why don't you ask your boss? What if there is a more favorable price?" An Xin smiled instead of getting angry.

"I'm the boss, I won't buy it!" There is no room for maneuver.

Okay, don't buy it, she won't sell it yet, An Xin thought and left without saying a word.

But I can't sell it pound by pound, and I can't stay here for too long.

As soon as I walked out of this rice store, I saw another rice store opposite this store. A man in his 40s was pasting the store transfer paper on the door.

This is all going to be transferred, is there any need to ask, but looking at this street, there is no one else selling food.

I saw her walking towards the opposite side, "Boss, why do you want to transfer?"

"I'm not afraid of making fun of you. I said it's a rice shop, but there's not a grain of rice in it. Do we have to close the door?" The man saw that it was a pretty little girl and smiled bitterly.

"How come? Don't you have a special wholesale market? You should have your own channels?" An Xin asked doubtfully.

"It turned out that I had a channel until the rice store opened across the street," the man said, licking his lips at the figure of the woman who had just flashed across the street. "That's the woman. Unexpectedly, she was the boss of my channel We got along well, so he stopped selling my grain, and wouldn’t let his peers sell it. If I bought it, the price would be higher than the selling price, so I had no choice but to close the business.”

The corners of An Xin's mouth couldn't help but curl up. As that sentence goes, when God closes a window for you, he will also open a door for you.

"What if I have food?"

"Little girl, please stop making fun of me. Are you still a farmer?" The boss looked at An Xin and his outfit didn't look like a farmer.

"I'm not a farmer, but I have grain. If you need it, we can discuss the price. As for you, you don't need to post it yet." An Xin pointed to the transfer sticker above.

"Really?" the boss asked doubtfully

"uh-huh!"

A smile slowly appeared on the boss's face, but then he thought that she was just a little girl in her early 20s. It was probably true that she had food, but it may not be much, and the smile on his face faded a little.

"Okay, my surname is Mu, please come in!" Even though he thought so, the boss still welcomed An Xin into the shop calmly.

After An Xin sat down, the two of them got down to business.

Then Anxin pretended to take out some samples from the bag.

Seeing An Xin's prepared look, the boss put away his carelessness and took a closer look.

Looking at the grains of crystal clear and plump grains, the boss naturally agreed.

In the end, the two agreed to price 1.8 yuan for rice, 1.6 yuan for flour, 1 yuan for other sorghum and cornmeal, and 30 yuan for a barrel of oil.

"Then where is your stuff and when are we going to trade?"

This question stopped An Xin, and he thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of the nearby dock that he accidentally glanced at on the way here.

So she set the location, and the time was 9 o'clock tonight. For her, time was money, and there was no room for waste.

As we left Mihang, night had fallen, and the streets were lit up with the unique neon lights of Hong Kong Island. The nightlife of Hong Kong Island had just begun.

There were many singers on the street, and An Xin thought of Teresa Teng's tapes and CDs, which were about to become popular in mainland China.

So I walked along the street and asked several video stores. I finally chose the one with the best price and bought 100 CDs and tapes, as well as some of her posters.