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Opening the map of the capital, his fingertips traced along Chang 'an Street to the east and stopped at Jianguomen Street. To the south of the street was Yongan Xili, and to the north was Xiushui South Street. This was still at the edge of Beijing, and it was just a fire escape route for the embassy area.
It was unknown who first sold fruits and roasted sweet potatoes near Xiushui Street. Soon, stalls selling clothes and handicrafts also came. Nowadays, there were at least many stalls on Xiushui Street. Due to the instigation of the butterfly, Li He, the small Xiushui Street was filled with vendors selling all kinds of goods.
More than half of the vendors here were Su Ming's friends, classmates, and underlings. Now they were all under Erbiao's management.
Su Ming was now the largest second-hand vendor in North China. He expanded from electronic watches and calculators to clothing, shoes, and bags. He was a famous rich man in Sijiu City. Because he was in the limelight, he had no choice but to hide behind the scenes. The clothing, shoes, and socks were all handed over to Erbiao. More than half of the goods on Xiushui Street were distributed by Erbiao.
Most of the goods came from Zhang Xianwen, and some were brought over by people from Wenzhou. Li He also tried to get Su Ming to go south to find goods, but it was not so easy. The prices he got were even higher than Zhang Xianwen's.
Of course, most of the peddlers in the capital who had anything to do with clothing, shoes, and socks couldn't avoid Er Biao.
Sometimes, this was the advantage of being a local. If it was Li He himself, it would be difficult for him to do this. For example, if you, a foreigner, wanted to be unreasonable, it would be difficult for you to gain a foothold.
At this time, Xiushui Street had not yet been included in the government's plan. To put it bluntly, it was still an era of guerrilla warfare between vendors and businessmen.
Because it was the embassy area, there was no lack of foreigners. Foreigners with high noses and blond hair could often be seen. They used stiff Chinese to bargain with the vendors and gestured with their hands.
Many of the vendors on the street would use simple foreign language words to recommend goods and "bargain" with foreigners. Some simply used calculators to speak. Although the environment of Xiushui Street was ordinary, many foreigners were willing to come here rather than go to the Friendship Store.
Many foreigners might be willing to enjoy the joy of bargaining, or to see the people's lives.
Everything in Xiushui Street was sold to foreigners for more than ten times the price. Although there were suspicions of ripping off customers, many foreigners still felt that it was cheap. There were also foreigners who were stubborn and learned to bargain. Voices of "how mach", "yes", and "no" rose and fell one after another.
Some people simply came to the embassy district and Xiushui Street to see what the old Foreign Minister looked like and how he bought things. This group of people imperceptibly increased the popularity of Xiushui Street and would occasionally buy a few items.
Thus, most of the stall owners had good business. Quite a few of them had earned their first pot of gold. According to Su Ming, earning two or three thousand a month from an unremarkable stall was child's play.
At this time, a first-grade worker in the factory earned less than 50 yuan a month. Most of the street vendors and self-employed individuals relied on their ancestral experience to silently make a fortune.
When people were popular, people would fight to buy clothes. When there was no one around, the customers would bargain with you. They would complain about the workmanship, the style, the color, and all sorts of other problems. The buyers and sellers would just play games with each other.
Chen Shuo saw someone selling socks in front of him. He stopped and asked, "Miss, I want two pairs. How much?"
"30 cents a pair. We're closing for lunch, so I'll give you a discount. 50 cents. Take two pairs." A woman in her forties smiled and spoke energetically.
Chen Shuo didn't want it. A pair of socks cost him only 15 cents. How could he ask for something so expensive? "Miss, are you kidding me? You're not the only one selling socks. I think 20 cents is too expensive, and you're asking for 30 cents? "
The elder sister revealed a troubled expression and said, "You have to look at the color of the socks. Mine are nylon. Look at the brand. It's from Hong Kong, Meng Lina. Most people can't even find a place to buy it. If you put it in a department store, you won't be able to take it without 50 cents … "
Nylon socks were not expensive even if they were really 50 cents, but Chen Shuo was unmoved. "Miss, 40 cents for two pairs. I'll pay if it works."
"Little brother, there's no reason for me to make a loss. 50 cents, I can't sell it for less than that."
Chen Shuo turned around and pulled Zhao Yongqi and the others to leave. As soon as he turned around, the stall owner pretended to be helpless and said, "Forget it, forget it. Little brother, take it. 40 cents. If you want to buy more, come back to me."
Chen Shuo smiled and took out the money. "Miss, business is booming. I'll definitely come back."
Li He just watched from the side and didn't interrupt. He and Su Ming only got 10 cents for the socks, but this woman was a generation's difference.
However, Chen Shuo displayed the shrewdness of Shanghai men to the extreme. Northwest men like Zhao Yongqi didn't have the concept of bargaining. No matter how much the other party quoted, they would pay directly if they liked it.
Li He bought a summer white collared shirt, Gao Aiguo bought a pair of white sneakers, and Zhao Yongqi bought two pairs of pants. Chen Shuo was in charge of bargaining.
The few of them walked back and forth twice. The street wasn't big to begin with, but there was really nowhere else to go.
Although the sun wasn't strong, it still felt stuffy. Chen Shuo hugged Li He's shoulder. "Moneybags Li, what should we do for lunch? We came all the way here. You can't let us go back on an empty stomach, right?"
Gao Aiguo also smiled and said, "I don't have any objections. We'll split the land with the rich."
Zhao Yongqi said, "Isn't there a Liangpi in front? Why don't we each get a bowl? "
Chen Shuo pointed at Zhao Yongqi and scolded, "You're the only one who knows how to be a good person. How much is a bowl of Liangpi?"
Although he said that, the few of them still went to the Liangpi stall.
The seller was an old lady and there were many people who bought it. Besides being economical, Liangpi was more popular because it was sour, smooth, and spicy.
Other than Chen Shuo who didn't eat spicy food, the other three loved to put a lot of chili, vinegar, cucumber, and bean sprouts. It was a feeling of being immersed in self-indulgence.
Chen Shuo said, "Granny, put less spicy food."
Zhao Yongqi said, "How much vinegar do I need?"
Gao Aiguo was famous for not being afraid of spicy food in Xiangnan. He said exaggeratedly, "How spicy, how spicy!"
The main ingredient of Liangpi was rice or wheat flour. The Compendium of Medical Herbs described it as: Rice nourishes the spleen, while wheat nourishes the heart.
With ready-made ingredients, it was very easy to make Liangpi. However, it was this simple seasoning that highlighted the extraordinariness of its taste.
The texture of Liangpi was chewy and smooth. It was seasoned with garlic water, vinegar, sesame oil, and other ingredients. Chili and sesame paste could also be added according to one's taste. After that, cucumber shreds, broccoli, and other vegetables could be used to decorate the dish.
The old lady selling Liangpi was easy to talk to. She seasoned the dish according to everyone's request. The chili made Gao Aiguo's mouth turn red from the spiciness. He even exclaimed that it was sour and refreshing.
After everyone finished a bowl of delicious Liangpi, there was another stall selling big bowls of tea. Chen Shuo ran to the front and ordered a bowl for each of them.
After Chen Shuo drank a bowl of tea, he felt warm all over.
However, as he savored it carefully, he discovered a milky smell hidden within the sweetness. Hence, he asked the stall owner, "This is made from milk, right?"
The owner of Ah Chi Restaurant shook his head. It was a recipe passed down from generation to generation. Hence, he specially used goat's milk, which had a stronger taste. Hence, the owner spoke with fervor and assurance about the preciousness of the ancestral recipe.
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