"Why?" Xia Weiguo's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Qin Mingcheng has actually been friends with my biological sister for a long time, so in order to get the Qin family to agree to her marrying into the Qin family, my biological sister worked with the Qin family to plot against Kaiser and me.

They were really together last night! Although the confession contained what she had done and her signature was on it, in the Su family she is the most beloved daughter of my parents. If this matter gets out of my hands, my dad will

Mom will never forgive me in her whole life."

Su Yijia lowered her head and sneered in her heart.

She didn't care what the original owner's parents thought.

But according to her parents' personalities, they could pursue and trouble her for the rest of their lives.

In China, filial piety has been a priority since ancient times.

Not to mention starting a fight with your biological parents, even if you exchange a few aggressive words, you will be drowned in people's spit.

"Your sister and the Qin family are breaking the law!" Xia Weiguo scolded.

But listening to the weak breathing on the other end of the phone, he couldn't insist on pursuing it.

He could not accept but could understand the current situation of Ozawa's wife.

"Uncle Xia, when you come here, I will give you the confession. I will also ask my sister to marry into the Qin family as soon as possible to fulfill her wish. From now on, she will be one with the Qin family. If this happens again

For excessive calculations, you can take a confession and be punished for both crimes." Su Yijia suggested.

Mainly now that Qin Kaize has changed his career, Su Xinyue's calculation may not necessarily last long.

As the absolute heroine of this book, even if she goes in for half a year and comes out again, it won't have any impact on her.

It's better to stay and work hard first.

Wait until they flop higher, then beat them to death.

What's more, those two beasts were made for each other, how could they not get married?

"Okay! I'll do as you say! I'll be at Qin's house in a minute, and I'll take the nearest train there. I should be there around dinner." Xia Weiguo was afraid that his two children would be waiting in a hurry.

When he came in, he was asked to buy the fastest train ticket to Shanghai.

After hanging up the phone, Su Yijia went to the supply and marketing cooperative first.

Looking at the red paper stuck to the counter with the four characters "No Hitting" written on it, she couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

"What are you looking at? Just buy whatever you want to buy. You can't see the flowers even if you look at it." The salesperson saw Su Yijia's gaze, scanning the products on the counter one by one, and urged impatiently.

Su Yijia then raised her head and looked at her, "How much is the gas?"

"Two yuan and three pounds, please vote."

“What about soybeans?”

"Nine cents per catty, please vote."

"Where's the corn?" Su Yijia asked again.

She can extract oil from corn, soybeans, sesame, peanuts, rapeseed, pigs, cattle... these kinds of foods.

Of course you have to choose the cheapest one.

But the salesperson was annoyed by her questions.

"Are you done? If you don't want to buy it, get out of here! Don't delay my work here!" The woman raised her hand and waved it, as if chasing chickens and ducks.

Looking at the crowd of customers around her, Su Yijia didn't bother to get angry with her.

This professional character, which is very characteristic of the times, cannot be changed in a few years.

If you really want to care, if you go to a supply and marketing cooperative, a department store, a state-owned hotel, or even buy a train ticket, you are very likely to encounter this kind of person.

After tearing each one apart, she was afraid that she would die of exhaustion first.

After two years of economic liberalization, more and more self-employed businesses, and services becoming linked to sales, these people will naturally become honest.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, Su Yijia headed to the black market.

It is now 1977, and this is the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Not only are there many people doing business in the black market, but the hours are not like in other books, there are only a few hours in the early morning every day.

The black market here is full of people from nine in the morning until eight in the evening.

According to the vague address given in the book, she finally found it. There was a big tree at the entrance of the alley that only two people could hug.

There were four or five men in their forties sitting under the tree, playing chess there. They looked young but not too young, so it didn't look too out of place.

Su Yijia walked over, took out two cents from her pocket, and handed it to one of them.

Those people looked at her and lowered their heads, and then she walked into the alley.

They are here to monitor the black market. It costs two cents per person to go in and buy things, and five cents to sell them.

If someone with an armband comes to arrest them, they will notify them in advance. There are many people inside who will let black market people go in and hide.

These people are all connected to the people watching the show, so for the sake of safety, they pay a few cents.

The alleys crisscrossed each other, and there were people selling things along both sides of the two long streets.

When buying something, you keep your head down, don't ask the price loudly, and leave as soon as you buy something.

Su Yijia spent 50 cents to buy a half-person tall bamboo basket, and after going around a long way, she found someone selling plastic buckets.

"Uncle, how do you sell this plastic bucket?" She squatted beside the stall, picked up the largest white plastic bucket and squeezed it.

The quality of stuff these days is pretty good.

The plastic bucket is clean, has no smell, and is thick enough.

"The 30 liters you got are five yuan," the man said.

Su Yijia was shocked, "Five yuan? So expensive?"

Now a worker's monthly salary is only twenty-five cents.

"You don't know how difficult it is to get this plastic bucket? It took me a lot of effort to bring it out for such a big one." The man's tone became a little anxious.

Indeed, plastic is quite expensive these days.

But she already didn't have five yuan in her pocket.

"What about the 10-liter one?" Su Yijia could only settle for the next best thing.

One pound of oil is 0.625 liters, and 10 liters can hold 16 pounds, which is just enough for one load.

"One dollar and five."

"Isn't there any less?" Su Yijia rubbed her fingers on her pocket, feeling extremely painful.

In the past, she relied on her family's wealth to do research on her own, and the state gave her high bonuses, ranging from millions to tens of millions, but she didn't even feel it.

Now I wish I could break a penny into two flowers.

The man frowned and said, "No less. If you think the price is expensive, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperative and ask."

Seeing that Su Yijia still refused to lower the price, she could only rummage around in her pocket and find out a dollar and a half, and then put the square plastic bucket with a lid into the bamboo basket.

But the moment she put it on her back, she put the plastic bucket into her carry-on space.

Fortunately, the bamboo basket also had a lid, so even someone taller than her couldn't see what was in her basket.

After wandering around the black market, I finally found someone selling soybeans.

The man carried 100 kilograms of soybeans in a sack and brought them into the city. However, not many people eat these now, so there are also few people asking about the price.

Su Yijia walked over and took a closer look at the quality of the beans.

After making sure that they were plump and round, and the oil yield was high enough, she asked: "Uncle, how do you sell your soybeans?"

"13 cents, no votes."

"Selling it for 12 cents?" Su Yijia came to this book, and bargaining became almost instinctive.

The man glanced at her and said, "How much do you plan to sell it for?"

"24 pounds." Su Yijia had just asked the system, and the refining was calculated based on the number of times.

It’s just that the oil cannot be refined more than ten kilograms at a time. Even if two kilograms are refined, it will be counted as one time.

Three pounds of soybeans yield one pound of oil. If you buy 24 pounds of soybeans for 12 cents, you will still have eight cents left, which is just enough for the entry price when you come back to sell something later.

"Okay." The man thought it was a bit small, but after all, it had been on display for so long, so she was the only one who came over to ask the price.

After quickly weighing 24 kilograms of soybeans, Su Yijia hurriedly walked out of the black market with her head lowered.

After circling for more than five minutes to make sure no one was following her, and no one was around now, she refined the soybeans in her warehouse into oil and put them into plastic barrels.

Back outside the black market, she considered whether the entry and exit would be too conspicuous, but in the end she compromised because of the pockets that were cleaner than her face.

Carrying a bamboo basket on her back, Su Yijia went to the chess players to pay them.
Chapter completed!