Another weekend arrives.
In the early morning hours, Zhang Guoqing smiled and gently touched the little domineering face of his son in the middle.
"Don't wake him up, let's go quickly."
"Wear something warm."
After washing up, the couple left the Big Courtyard, found a hidden spot, disguised themselves, and headed to the Black Market.
Zhang Guoqing stood at the alley entrance with a sack full of ten large pots on his back, waiting for a moment. Soon, two men appeared at the bridgehead, pushing carts while sizing things up.
"They're here."
After speaking, he pulled Zhou Jiao close and approached them.
"Hey brother, one hundred pounds of lean meat, the rest is all processed bones and scraps, and the blood sausages are stuffed. Can I take a look at the pots first?"
Zhang Guoqing, disguised as a middle-aged man, glanced at the meat, placed the sack on the ground, and revealed the neatly stacked large pots to them.
