She then said, "Hello, Boss Wen. My surname is Ling. We have dozens of wild boars and were wondering if Boss Wen might be interested in doing business with us."
Boss Wen motioned toward the chair opposite him. "I heard about the boars from my subordinate," he said, studying her face with interest. "How many do you have—and are they fresh?"
Su Miao Miao sat down with quiet confidence, as if she were in her own home.
"They were hunted not long ago," she said evenly. "There are dozens of them, all different sizes. How many would you like? I can take you to see the goods. What price do you offer?"
Boss Wen leaned back slightly, tapping his fingers on the table. "If they're truly fresh, I can pay between one and two yuan per jin. But we can talk details after I've seen the goods. For now, I can take five of the large boars and two or three smaller ones."
Su Miao Miao thought to herself, *The cooperative sells it for around 0.8 yuan per jin, so 2 yuan is already a fair price.*
Across from her, Boss Wen studied the composed young man before him—well, the "man" he thought was before him. The person surnamed Ling carried an unshakable calm, the kind that came from either great confidence or great backing. Boss Wen wasn't sure which, but either way, he decided it was best not to make an enemy out of this person.
After all, who could bring in such a large quantity of wild boars without having strong connections? Certainly not an ordinary villager. And the meat business, especially in the black market, was the most profitable venture these days. If this "Brother Ling" truly had a steady source of meat, it could mean a long-term partnership—and a fortune.
"Alright then, Brother Ling," Boss Wen said finally, rising from his seat. "Take me to see the goods."
Su Miao Miao nodded calmly and led the way. She brought him to an old, abandoned house nearby—a property that had once belonged to a landlord before the movement to "reform and educate" them in the countryside. The structure had long since been deserted, its courtyard overgrown with weeds and its doors half-hanging off the hinges.
She used her consciousness to take out five large wild boars, each weighing between two to three hundred jin, and two smaller ones around eighty to a hundred jin. They looked as if they had been freshly hunted—the blood still bright, the meat firm. Her space preserved things perfectly, freezing them in the moment they entered.
Boss Wen arrived with one of his trusted guards, following behind the disguised Su Miao Miao. When he saw her push open the creaking gate of the abandoned house, his sharp eyes flicked around the courtyard. *This is a good place to hide goods,* he thought to himself, impressed. *How come I never thought of using a place like this?*
But whatever thoughts crossed his mind, Su Miao Miao was unaware of them. She simply led them inside with quiet confidence.
When Boss Wen and his subordinate caught sight of the massive boars lined up neatly on the ground, both men froze for a moment. Their eyes widened, though they quickly schooled their expressions. Years of trading in the black market had trained them not to show too much surprise. Still, it was hard not to be impressed.
These were real wild boars—large, muscular, fresh. The smell of blood still faintly lingered. Boss Wen crouched to inspect one, pressing the flesh with his fingers. It was firm, still slightly warm.
"These haven't even cooled down," he murmured, half to himself. "They were hunted recently."
Excitement flashed across his face as he turned to Su Miao Miao. "Brother Ling, if this meat is as fresh as it looks, I'll offer you 2 yuan per jin. What do you say?"
It was a generous price—higher than what she had expected. Without hesitation, Su Miao Miao agreed. "Deal."
Boss Wen didn't attempt any tricks. He didn't dare. A person who could move this much meat surely had capable people behind him—perhaps even soldiers or cadres. He wasn't about to gamble with his life or reputation.
Meanwhile, Su Miao Miao was quietly alert, ready to bolt out and vanish into her space at the first sign of danger.
Thus, the trade went smoothly.
The men loaded the boars into their transport, counting the weight and handing her the payment. When all was done, Su Miao Miao walked away with nearly **three thousand yuan** in her pocket—a small fortune in this era.
Her heart raced with satisfaction, though her face remained calm.
Back at the black market, she set up a small spot to sell fruits from her space—fresh, bright, and unlike anything people saw often. Curious buyers gathered around, whispering among themselves.
"What kind of fruit is this? Never seen it before."
"It looks like a pear but smells sweeter…"
Su Miao Miao sliced small pieces for them to taste. Their eyes lit up the moment the sweet flavor hit their tongues.
"It's delicious!" one woman exclaimed.
"They're good for your health," Su Miao Miao said smoothly. "Full of nutrients. Very rare. You won't find them anywhere else."
She priced them slightly higher than apples on the black market, and people still bought eagerly. Within an hour, she had earned more than a hundred yuan.
Satisfied, she packed up and headed to the pharmacy.
There, she sold several bundles of dried herbs she had prepared earlier—nothing rare, just common ones like astragalus, licorice, and dandelion root, all of exceptional quality. The pharmacist examined them, nodding in approval.
"These are good—very clean, and properly dried," he said, counting the money. "We'll take them all."
She walked out with another two hundred yuan.
Now her total savings stood at around **3,500 yuan**—but she had no coupons, which were essential for purchasing goods legally.
So, she returned to the black market once more, asking discreetly if anyone was willing to sell.