Chapter 42: Pretending to be a tiger and eating a pig
I looked around at several granaries.
Having learned from the experience of buying grain at Dongzhimen and Chaoyangmen some time ago, He Yuzhu knew that he would not have many opportunities.
So I decided to take a risk.
Take out the 3-ton Dodge truck in the space and do something big.

But before that, he still had to disguise himself, so He Yuzhu squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards Wangfujing Street.

I randomly found a few department stores and street shops selling foreign goods.
I used the US dollars to buy a suit that fit me well, a plum blossom pocket watch with a chain, a wide-brimmed hat, and a pair of sunglasses of the same style as those used by the Secret Service.

After getting dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror again.
Seeing that it was quite different from his usual image, he nodded in satisfaction.

When he walked out of the department store, he bought a bottle of Coke. Only then did He Yuzhu leave Wangfujing Street.
We found some relatively remote alleys.
He took out the Dodge truck that was filled with gas from the space and drove quickly towards the Lumi warehouse.

Returning to Lu Mi Cang again, looking at the crowded streets, He Yuzhu did not forget that he was now playing the role of a dandy, so he honked the horn arrogantly.

“Ding!~, ding ding!”

Hearing the shrill horn, the person in front looked back and saw that it was a military truck.

Through the windshield,

Although I couldn't see the face of the person in the car, the way he was dressed made it clear that he was from a wealthy family.

So they pushed and shoved to both sides of the alley.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu immediately started the car and drove forward.
After parking the car at the gate of the granary, He Yuzhu jumped out of the car, took a sip of the Coke in his hand, and then asked in fluent Shancheng dialect,
"Boss, I heard you sell wheat here. There's a lot. I want all of it."

The local rich men were quite happy when they first saw He Yuzhu, but they became nervous when they heard that he spoke with a mountain city accent.

You should know that the officials who took over Beijing two years ago came from the mountain city.

Those big guys really caused a lot of trouble for us.
Seeing He Yuzhu dressed in expensive clothes, wearing sunglasses, driving a military vehicle, and speaking fluent Shancheng dialect at such a young age,
At first glance, he is the kind of child of a powerful family who grew up in a mountain city, a descendant of a big boss.

How could they not be afraid?

"Master, we want to sell grain. Please tell us how much you want. We will definitely give you priority.
But we don’t accept gold yuan coupons, only silver dollars, 15 silver dollars per stone.”

Hearing that they actually wanted to take his real money, He Yuzhu frowned.
Even if they want dollars, it's fine, but they can't have oceans.
He was about to speak when the local rich man opposite him saw him frowning and thought he was dissatisfied. He slapped his thigh and started to complain.
"Oh my young master! You can't live without the touch of worldly things.

Now everyone is resisting the use of gold yuan coupons. If you give us gold yuan coupons, you might as well kill us!"

He Yuzhu didn't believe a word these local rich people said.
But these people's imagination made him keenly aware that they were really fooled by him.

So the attitude became tougher.

"I don't care what you say.
I only know that the Jinling Administrative Council has a regulation prohibiting the circulation of gold and silver, and only gold yuan coupons can be used.

If you don't accept the gold yuan coupons, I will have to ask my old man to send you to the Model Prison.

I will explain the rules to you slowly. "

Seeing that He Yuzhu wanted to find their parents when they disagreed with each other, he also wanted to send them to the Beijing Model Prison, which was known as the best prison in Beiping.
I immediately cursed He Yuzhu in my heart, saying that he was indeed the son of those high-ranking officials.

Just as brutal and ruthless, just as unreasonable.

He Yuzhu has no good feelings towards these local rich people who suck the blood of the common people.

Seeing that they had sad faces and didn't say anything, he turned around and left without saying a word, as if he really wanted to go home to look for someone.

Several local rich men were immediately frightened and turned pale.
"Sell! Sell! Young Master, can't we just sell it?"

Seeing that they changed their words out of fear, He Yuzhu also stopped and turned around with a smile.
“That’s pretty much it!

Did you see the truck I drove over? It was a Milijian Dodge truck with a standard load capacity of 3 tons, which is 6 kilograms.

You guys ask Qiu Er to fill it up for me."

When they heard He Yuzhu asking for 6 kilograms, the local rich men felt very upset.
But then I heard a lot of people in the crowd reminding me,

"My dear sir, according to the Western system, 1 ton is 2 jin, and 3 tons is only 6 jin, not 6 jin. You are mistaken!"

"Yes, 3 tons is 6 jin. Master, your master's wife must have taught you math!"

"Hahaha……"

...He Yuzhu certainly knew that 3 tons was only 6 kilograms,

The reason why he deliberately said it was 6 kilograms was naturally because he had his own considerations.

First of all, there is no shortage of money.

After spending for a period of time, he realized that even if he spent the 450 million gold yuan notes until the liberation of Peking, he would not be able to spend them all, and most of them were destined to become waste paper.

In this case, food is naturally more important than money.

Secondly, pretending to be a rude and unreasonable second-generation rich man who doesn't know how to count can maximize the greed of these local rich people and delay the time of being discovered.
Maybe we can get a lot more food in the end.

"Roll, roll, roll, where did you come from, you bumpkin? I've already said, 3 tons is 6 kilograms.

Dare you say that I, an old man, have made a mistake?
Do you dare to come with me and tell him in person? "

With the illiteracy rate as high as 95%, except for a few people who have been to school, most of the people present have little education.
No one knew how many kilograms 3 tons was, and everyone was discussing it in low voice.

The local rich were at least smart.

Although I don't know how much food the truck can carry, at least I know how much food is in my warehouse. By comparing the two, it's easy to tell who is right and who is wrong.
Afraid that the stubborn He Yuzhu would wake up,
He waved his hand to the guy next to him.
"Didn't you hear what the young master said? Hurry up and pretend. If you are slow, you will be in trouble!"

Seeing the guys loading bags of grain onto the truck swiftly, He Yuzhu nodded with satisfaction. He also hoped that the guys could load the food as quickly as possible.

Then I discussed the price with a few local rich men.

“我晓得今天的粮价是一石小麦60金圆券，6万斤小麦是333石，让你们捡点耙和，1万9千9百8算你们2万，
Wait, I'll go get the money from the car."

Seeing He Yuzhu being so generous,

Several local rich men smiled like old foxes and expressed their gratitude to He Yuzhu one after another.

As for the few people who had just spoken out to remind him, they were threatened by He Yuzhu and dared not speak out at this time. None of them knew what the trick was with this 3 tons and 6 kilograms.
If I expose the tricks of the masters, I might even lose my life.

He Yuzhu climbed into the cab, took out 200 -yuan bills from the space, got out of the car and handed them to one of the local rich men.

"I'm too lazy to count which of you sold me a lot of food.
Take it and calculate it yourself! "

After receiving the gold yuan coupons handed over by He Yuzhu, the wealthy men, fearing that they would suffer losses, all stared at their own servants.

Soon, the truck was more than half loaded, and then one of the local rich men said,

"That's enough, that's enough, young master, each bag is 500 kilograms, and we have filled 120 bags!

There are 6 kilograms!"

Seeing that they even said such nonsense as a bag of 500 kilograms, He Yuzhu thought to himself that they were really greedy.
But he didn't expose them.
Instead, he climbed into the cab, pulled out a Colt pistol from the space, pointed it at them viciously and said,

"Each bag is 500 jin, so 120 bags is 6 jin. Who knows if you sons of bitches are playing tricks?

You're bullying me because I'm young, right?

My old man told me that you businessmen are very cunning.
He also said that the Dodge is only exactly 3 tons when it is fully filled. You see, it is still a long way off, so hurry up and keep filling it until it is full!
Otherwise I will kill you right now."

Seeing that He Yuzhu pulled out his gun without saying a word, several local rich men thought that they would not lose out in any case, so they immediately asked their waiters to fill He Yuzhu's guns.

In this way, with one party deliberately fooling around and the other party pretending to be stupid, the deal was done.

Before He Yuzhu climbed onto the car, he said to the local tycoons,
"I see you still have food in your warehouse.
Keep them all for me, and come back to load them after I send this truck back."

When several local rich men heard about this good thing, they all asked at the same time,
"Young Master, is it still 6 jin?"

Seeing their big round faces smiling like chrysanthemums, He Yuzhu suppressed his nausea and nodded.

"That's right, it's still 6 kilograms."

"Okay, okay, Master, please go and come back soon. We won't sell a single grain of food to anyone else. We'll keep it all for you."

(End of this chapter)