Using cemeteries to make black markets is also a group of talents. However, the wisdom of the ancient Chinese people is still high, and the feng shui of the cemeteries of the big people is also good, and the location is better. This is the fourth year of the end of the world, and it avoids earthquakes and heavy water. Because of the high terrain, there is less mud and water here.

It's indeed a treasure land.

Until a fragrant smell of barbecue came, there were bright lights, warm bonfires, and low conversations at the turn, Jingshu knew that she had arrived.

The vision suddenly became widened. Several people squatted at the door, stooling the stove while skewers with familiar fanning, while eating squeezed and synthesized barbecue. It was not bad if you only smell the smell. What’s rare is that it has been four years of the apocalypse and the aroma of chili noodles. There are indeed many good things in the imperial capital, which made Jingshu also begin to look forward to today’s black market.

"Qianzi, here you are here, can you eat it? A string of 30 virtual coins, at least the minimum consumption should be completed." The squatting middle-aged uncle immediately stood up and took three strings of meat spliced ​​in several colors and handed it over.

Fan Jianqiang shook his head disgustedly: "It's not me, Uncle Lu, who knows where you got the mixed meat piece made from. It tastes good. I just ate one knuckle last time and was so disgusting."

"A mistake is a mistake, it's a mess. You know, we don't eat that meat, it's guaranteed to be qualified and regular meat. Oh, I've brought people here, please eat a skewer and smell it, how fragrant?"

Uncle Lu smiled awkwardly and took the barbecue closer. This was his usual trick. Although most of the people who can come to the black market are not short of food, there are still such delicious barbecue that can eat meat frequently, and not many people who can eat such delicious barbecue.

Fan Jianqiang swallowed his saliva. It smelled fragrant. But he was disgusted last time. After thinking about the guy's face, he still had to give him the lowest consumption, so he said to Jingshu and the other two: "I'll treat you to you?"

Jingshu's mouth had been kept in cusses. Song Bin was frightened when he heard that there were knuckles. At this moment, the two shook their heads: "No, we have eaten, thank you."

"Then forget it, let's go, it's going to start." Fan Jianqiang shrugged and saved him some money.

Jingshu stopped and asked Uncle Lu: "Don't you sprinkle some cumin? It's more fragrant if you sprinkle some cumin."

Uncle Lu smiled bitterly and said, "The seasoning is too difficult to find, and the cost of this meat is not high. The key is the salt and pepper noodles used for marinating, let alone other seasonings."

Jingshu nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that some of the seasonings she brought today were very precious. The black market circle is expensive, and there is no shortage of ordinary ingredients and daily necessities. From the dress and weight of these people, it can be seen that they are not skinny on the streets, but they are more like normal people before the end of the world.

Jingshu and Song Bin followed Fan Jianqiang to the core area of ​​the cemetery. The hall was surrounded by bonfires, and several areas were separated by fences. There were a lot of things on the middle table, and things pushed in with carts. It was so dazzling that there were everything.

After saying hello to more than a dozen people familiarly, Fan Jianqiang consciously walked to the territory of Baiyin members.

In fact, there are five entrances in the cemetery, that is, the black market. Maybe this is the treatment of class. The entrances of their silver members all enter the backcourt. Now from time to time, people come in through the wide front front main entrance with a red carpet.

"Only members above the gold or above can come in through the main entrance. There will be round tables, snacks and tea, and a rest place. Let's stand here." Fan Jianqiang looked at the big guys entering and leaving there with some envy.

"Whether there are restrictions when trading things? For example, silver members cannot trade valuable things?"

Jingshu suddenly asked, although Jun Bao said that the black market here could be traded with confidence and was protected, and she was not from the imperial capital, she would go back to Wucheng immediately after shooting one shot. She was not afraid, but she was afraid that she would fall in love with something and couldn't trade it, and she would feel sore.

Fan Jianqiang sneered: "Valid items? As long as people can value your things, it is not a problem. Of course, the more precious things you have, the more tax you pay. This tax... cannot be handled by a few skewers of meat." He was quite arrogant.

It’s also a bit strange that Jun Bao didn’t explain it clearly, but just casually explained and asked him to take someone to the black market to visit.

Since I was just a browsing, I heard that someone came from Wucheng Township, maybe Jun Bao's old beauty? Fan Jianqiang turned his head and looked at Jingshu carefully, shaking his head vigorously. He was damn face blindness, and he couldn't tell whether this woman looked good or ugly. In his face blindness, all the women in the world looked the same, and men looked the same.

A long time ago, he was listed as the target of being ridiculed by Jun Bao.

Forget it, after all, it was introduced by Jun Bao, so let's give you some face. So Fan Jianqiang said to Jingshu: "A silver member enters the market and spends a minimum of 200 virtual coins or equivalent items at a time. If you like something, tell me what I will give you within this price."

Look at how 20,000 or 50,000 yuan, Jingshu looked at Fan Jianqiang proudly and raised her head, as if saying, "Today, Mr. Zhao paid for the whole audience." The same momentum.

Have a model.

"Are all the people in the imperial capital so stylish?" Jingshu asked quietly.

Song Bin whispered: "I love face more than I am, the big-tailed wolf."

Jingshu held back and nodded seriously: "Then thank you first."

It started, and finally it started.

The Big Boss Area for Gold Members and the Screen Area for Diamond Members are all seated at this moment.

"Hello everyone, I am Gong Huwei, the president of Accord Fair. Ladies and friends, just call me Lao Gong directly, and men's friends, please call me President Gong.

I am also the host of this trade fair today. So today it is still the same rule, with various trading methods such as exchanging goods for goods, exchanging goods for virtual coins, etc. As long as you express your needs, whether you buy or sell, the rest will be handed over to our trade fair to complete." Lao Gong said with a little humor and humorous. This is a middle-aged bald fat man, a little funny.

"It's really annoying, you'll take advantage of others."

"I think you want to take it."

Lao Gong held the loudspeaker and took the lead in showing everyone the various supplies on the display shelf today so that everyone can know what they want.

When Jingshu thought it was like a routine auction or bidding, she didn't expect that President Gong would invite the diamond bosses from the screen area first. He said, "You can't let the distinguished guests wait too long. Let's take a look at the needs of the guests in the diamond area first."

Hey, Jingshu thought it would be time to start the auction of bronze.

Isn’t the highlight always behind?
Chapter completed!