These days, Huang Lei came to Li Long's place to collect dried mushrooms every five days to a week.
The wild dried mushrooms here were excellent quality and very cleanly processed. After they were hauled back, the customers there were extremely satisfied.
When Li Long spotted Huang Lei, Huang Lei was already smiling and approaching with both hands extended.
Huang Lei was nothing like the hard-up man who had first come to Li Long to buy dried mushrooms. He wore a white polyester shirt, blue-black dress trousers, and leather shoes. Unfortunately, the ground here was rather dusty, but Li Long could tell he had carefully tidied himself up before coming.
The surroundings simply would not cooperate, leaving his footwear looking rather sorry.
But he was in excellent spirits, looking quite full of confidence. He had put hair oil on his head, which shone in the sunlight. Before he even reached him, Li Long could already smell osmanthus.
A sturdy young man followed Huang Lei. He looked curious, occasionally glancing sideways at the people in the Purchasing Station, somewhat wary.
He carried a bulging black bag, half cradling it as he held it.
It was obvious that the bag probably contained something valuable.
This very traditional style of dress and behavior made Li Long want to laugh, but the people around them who had come to sell things, especially the resellers, looked at Huang Lei's outfit and his companion with envy.
Li Long knew that people like Huang Lei were the normal ones. In another two years, carrying a brick-sized mobile phone would make his newfound wealth even more apparent-although some disparagingly called such people nouveau riche, even the nouveau riche were, in fact, the envy of many.
Someone like Li Long, who did not care about his clothes, disliked hair