Chapter 0006: What Was Valuable in the Ming Dynasty

Yang Feng arrived at the market and went directly to a shop in the northeast corner, where he shouted at a man who was sleeping soundly in a recliner: "Zhang Sicheng, the urban management officers are here!"

Seeing that Yang Feng was not joking, Zhang Sicheng couldn't help but take a careful look at him and teased, "I must say, it has been a while since we last met, and you have indeed become much fairer and more handsome. Moreover, you have learned to do business. However, I must seriously remind you that mirrors, being common goods, are not so easy to sell. If you buy too much inventory at once, be careful not to end up with unsold stock that could weigh you down. Don't come crying to me when that happens"

Ah ... what? The urban management officers have arrived

The principle of "thinking and acting" has always been Yang Feng's consistent guideline. After coming to this realization, Yang Feng took out his bank card and mobile phone and immediately left the house

Yang Feng shook his head like a rattle drum: "I just want to buy a batch of mirrors from you."

"Not at all." Yang Feng said, feeling a bit embarrassed as he rubbed his nose, "I really came to buy mirrors from you, and quite a few at that. I estimate that this amount of money might not be enough."

Yang Feng glanced at Zhang Sicheng. He could say that he and Zhang were neither relatives nor close friends; they had merely gotten along well over the past two years of acquaintance. Logically speaking, as a seller, he would naturally hope that the other party would buy as much as possible, and whether the other party could sell it was none of his concern. The fact that he could still remind himself of this so solemnly was enough to prove that he genuinely cared about himself

After half an hour of contemplation, the pressure of survival ultimately outweighed the concerns in Yang Feng's heart, and he decided to become a glorious second-hand dealer in the Ming Dynasty. However, another question arose: what could he bring from the modern era to sell in the Ming Dynasty without attracting the attention of the authorities and scholars there

Interestingly, as soon as Yang Feng's words fell, the middle-aged man, who had been sleeping like a dead pig, jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. Due to the force of his jump, he hit his head against the doorpost beside him, producing a dull thud, and he immediately cried out in pain.

Do you think I am deceiving you

When the man finally came to his senses, he realized that Yang Feng was standing beside him, laughing uncontrollably.

The night was deep, and the guests at the Laifuke Inn had long since fallen into a deep slumber. The night watchman, a young attendant, was soundly asleep, sprawled over the tall counter, with glistening drool slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth onto the table, forming a small puddle of water. Even the large yellow dog kept by the owner lay obediently nearby, also fast asleep. The entire inn was enveloped in silence.

Yang Feng, feeling irritated, raised his hand as if to slap it on the table, but only after lifting his palm did he realize that the table he had used for several years had just been dismantled by him and was now lying in the garbage pile downstairs

Uncertain how much time had passed, the large yellow dog, which had been sleeping, suddenly perked up its drooping ears. It then lifted its head to look towards the second floor of the inn not far away, letting out a low growl. The innkeeper, startled awake by the dog's warning sound, groggily opened his eyes. Upon seeing the large yellow dog, he impatiently slapped its head and scolded, "Be quiet, or I will let you go hungry for a day tomorrow"

Wuwu ... ...

Zhang Sicheng shot him a glare in annoyance and was about to sit back down in his chair, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by Yang Feng.

Zhang Sicheng was so amused that he pointed at Yang Feng and jokingly scolded, "You little rascal, are you deliberately trying to make me happy today? How much can a mirror be worth? At most, it’s only a few hundred yuan. Did you bring out so much money just to tease me?"

Hey, you little rascal, it's been a while since I last saw you. Where have you been making your fortune? Today you actually came to check on your old brother's business. Tell me, what do you want? Could it be that you are thinking of getting married and have come to buy renovation materials?

This was merely an unexpected episode, yet this incident also made Yang Feng realize that his strength had significantly increased compared to before he traveled back. Such good fortune is naturally something no one would refuse. Moreover, Yang Feng also discovered that his skin had become much fairer than it used to be. Previously, after struggling in society for several years and enduring considerable hardships, his skin was somewhat darker than that of an average person. However, it has now lightened a bit. Without needing to say, Yang Feng knew that this was certainly related to the inexplicably increased strength he had gained.

Do you want to buy a mirror

Hahaha ... ...

Is what you said true

As he spoke towards the end, there was inevitably a hint of solemnity in Zhang Sicheng's words

"Control knives?" Yang Feng said disdainfully, "In this day and age, even kitchen knives require real-name registration. Are you saying you won't sell kitchen knives anymore?"

Mirror ... ... mirror ... ... right, how did I not think of it, it is the mirror

What is it?

Hey ... ... you little rascal ... ...

Yang Feng's educational level is not high, but this does not mean that his breadth of knowledge is narrow. Although he has never attended university, it is not due to poor academic performance, but rather because of family changes that forced him to drop out early and enter the workforce. On the contrary, Yang Feng has consistently ranked among the top three in his age group. In the words of his homeroom teacher, if it were not for the family upheaval that caused him to drop out, Yang Feng would surely have been a promising candidate for Tsinghua or Peking University. Furthermore, after years of navigating society, it can be said that in terms of social skills and intellect, aside from some specialized knowledge, he surpasses many university graduates. However, he has been limited by the lack of a formal diploma, which has kept him struggling at the bottom of society.

"You have been fired?" Zhang Sicheng frowned and said, "How about this, I still know a few leaders at Dalitong. If you still want to work at Dalitong, I can help you with that."

table salt, tea leaves, wine, ironware

In a room on the second floor, unseen by the shopkeeper, a soft, ethereal blue light suddenly illuminated the space. This light grew increasingly vibrant, and after a few moments, when the blue glow dissipated, Yang Feng appeared in the room, holding a bronze mirror in one hand and a whetstone in the other.

Old Zhang, don't be in a hurry to get angry; I truly have business to discuss with you this time

After being tapped, the big yellow dog let out a whimper and reluctantly lay back down, resting its head beside Dog Sheng while glancing discontentedly towards the guest room not far away, as if something had suddenly emerged from there.

"You, Yang Feng, dare to mock me like this? You have a truly wicked conscience!" The middle-aged man, furious and gritting his teeth, swung a punch at Yang Feng, but he still showed some restraint, aiming only for Yang Feng's shoulder.

"What nonsense, I don't even know the kid." Zhang Sicheng shot him a glance and said, "What else can you ask of me? It's just a pot or two and some bowls. If you want something, take it yourself, and when you're done, just put it on the counter. I didn't sleep at all last night. I'm telling you, don't disturb my sleep, or I will really get angry with you!"

A series of thoughts flashed through Yang Feng's mind, but he quickly dismissed them. It was not that these ventures were unprofitable; rather, Yang Feng was acutely aware that such items have always been regulated throughout history. Those who dared to engage in these businesses were either sanctioned by the government or the court, or they were merchants with substantial connections. A person like him, who appeared out of nowhere and lacked any connections, would likely find himself dead within two days if he dared to venture into such trades, with his body turning up in some unknown forest.

Just now, Yang Feng finally confirmed the fact that his strength had increased. To verify this, he secretly punched the railing of the community, and surprisingly, a half-inch thick iron railing was dented by his punch, causing quite a commotion that even alerted the security guard. Frightened, Yang Feng hurried back to his rented room

How could it be that such a great opportunity is right in front of me, yet I have no idea what to bring over? This is truly unbelievable

Yang Feng, dressed in modern attire, shook his slightly dizzy head. He surveyed his surroundings and, upon noticing the large wooden box beside him, a look of surprise and joy spread across his face

Yang Feng suddenly clapped his hands in frustration mixed with surprise, and slapped his own forehead, "I really am foolish, how did I not think of mirrors? This item was quite rare during the Ming Dynasty, and it was considered a luxury. If I could manage to transport a batch of mirrors over, I should be able to make a considerable profit"

Chaoyang Market is the largest market near the community where Yang Feng resides. It offers a comprehensive range of goods, and you can find almost any daily necessities you can think of here. Moreover, the prices are generally lower than those outside, which is why Yang Feng often comes here to shop when he has free time

Since he had decided to become a middleman to achieve wealth, Yang Feng was certainly unwilling to return to a nine-to-five lifestyle. Therefore, he quickly declined with a smile. To divert Zhang Sicheng's attention, he added, "Brother Zhang, you know many people; I wonder if you could help me get a dog-leg knife to play with"

Yang Feng swiftly moved his body, blocking his right hand with his left and said with a smile: "Alright, alright, it was just a joke, who knew you would be so sensitive, can you blame me for that?"

Indeed, he has become much paler, showing signs of developing into a pretty boy! Someone narcissistically nodded, but then his movements suddenly froze.

Zhang Sicheng was taken aback, "A dog-leg knife? What do you want that for? That is a controlled weapon."

Yang Feng did not waste any words; he directly pulled out a large stack of bright red banknotes from his pocket and waved them in front of Zhang Sicheng. Who is Zhang Sicheng? With a single glance, he could tell that the folded banknotes in Yang Feng's hand were worth at least tens of thousands. His eyes immediately lit up.

Gratefully patting Zhang Sicheng on the shoulder, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Rest assured, I wouldn't buy so much stock without having already secured a buyer. At least I don't have to worry about sales. After all, I just got fired, so I need to find something to do."

Thinking of this, Yang Feng could not help but pick up a mirror from the windowsill beside him and look into it

Thank you for your kindness, Brother Zhang, but it is not necessary

It seems that my brother guessed correctly; as long as it is within the range covered by the blue light, it will be transmitted here. Moreover, I feel that this time the range covered by the blue light is noticeably larger than the last time

If not you, then who else should be blamed? Should I be blamed instead?