Haha, after struggling all night, this thing came out.
Maoyan braved the annoying sun and headed west from his home in the city center, spanning hundreds of kilometers, to the black market outside the Xiacheng satellite city of Mangzhong. He was tired from running around. All of this was caused by Baironan and his latest
Given by the work.
She hasn't forgotten yet. She fell into the trap in the first place because of this damn "psychic chart", and someone actually had the nerve to ask her to come out to inquire for information! What "it involves the black market, Sister Yueyin is not to be disturbed", it's obvious
It was revenge, right? She was also in a daze. Why didn't she hit that guy in the face with the picture... Oh, it couldn't have been hit.
"Ungrateful, despicable devil, shameless even though he got an advantage..." Anyway, Ronan couldn't hear it, and even if he heard Maoyan, he didn't care, so all kinds of negative attributives and adjectives were piled up for free, which could suppress
It's best to kill that bastard!
Maoyan kept criticizing, and at the same time he did not forget to memorize all the details on the psychic diagram, especially the outline of the cruise ship - Ronan said that he drew it blindly based on his feelings, but this is a "psychic diagram", considering Ronan's current situation
If you put your fame up for auction, I'm afraid there will be a lot of energy vying for it.
"The position of the cruise ship in the picture is too far, and it is a side silhouette. It feels like it has very high levels. On the top deck, there are multiple sets of silhouettes similar to wings standing at random, which may be antennas, bridges, etc..."
Maoyan, who was busy with his thoughts, finally stepped into the homeless exchange called "Yedian". This cave-style building is decorated in a style closer to the "original ecology". There are fewer customers during the day, so the shop owner takes the opportunity to purchase goods and deliver goods. Here
It's more like a warehouse than a hotel.
The tavern on the first floor only opened the corners around the bar, and the light was deliberately dimmed to create an atmosphere of private transactions. Whether it has practical significance is another matter. At least, for the spiritual side of Maoyan, after entering the tavern, it is almost the same.
The overall layout and changes in details are all revealed.
"Well, is it too coincidental or too unfortunate?"
Around the bar, several groups of elegant seats made up of high-back sofas are scattered around. The seats are almost full, and they are all talking in low voices. The cat-eyes walked in carelessly, which inevitably attracted everyone's attention.
.
Most people just raised their eyes and quickly focused on their own things. Only in the back, a rather old man, who happened to be facing outward, winked at her and grinned in amusement.
Maoyan also responded with a wink, and pointed at the bar at hand, indicating that everyone should do their own thing.
That little old man who looked rickety, lazy, and listless was none other than Mr. Bai, the senior B-level psychic of the Xiacheng branch and an expert in soul science.
We are all acquaintances and friends. The more this happens, the more we pay attention to maintaining each other's privacy. In this environment, we can just say hello and pass. But the person sitting opposite Mr. Bai specifically turned his head and looked at him several times.
Yan. Maoyan just thought the guy looked familiar, and didn't remember who it was for a moment, so he simply ignored it.
She immediately sat down in front of the bar: "Blood energy, refill."
This is both consumption and a code. Using "blood energy", an expensive drink that requires honor points, means that I need high-end services at the other world level. In "Yedian", such high-end services are usually information.
As for "refill", it means that I have an account here and have made a reservation. I have a very strong purpose. Don't fool me with those low-end things.
The bartender showed a professional smile, quickly took out a sealed cup of "blood energy" drink from the expensive and sturdy safe beside him, and placed it on a tray. In addition to the "blood energy", there was also a small
A soft screen with a series of items listed on it.
When Maoyan opened the drink package, he had already scanned the items on the soft screen, and then rolled his eyes: "You guys are going bankrupt, right?"
"ah?"
"The advance reservation time is a bit short. I understand the lack of preparation, but there is no need to fool you with information from a week ago. In addition, these two small sampans can also be counted as cruise ships. Your cruise ship can open
Go into the underground ditch?"
The bartender's professional smile fell a little. Before he could make a real reaction, a figure came up from the cat's eye, knocked on the countertop, and signaled the bartender to get out: "Don't be embarrassed here, today's salary counts as training fees, go and study."
.”
The bartender was confused: "Master Zong?"
"Go, go, let me chat with my friends."
With that said, the person who just came up to me smiled and said hello: "Oh, kitten, long time no see. You just came out of the hospital. Have you got your alimony?"
It was this guy who was talking to Mr. Bai just now and turned to look at her. Cat eyes raised his eyelids and scanned the visitor's face twice. He finally remembered who this round-faced and slightly chubby guy was.
Without saying anything, he picked up the "Blood Energy" drink cup and poured it over with his backhand.
"I'll wipe it!" The man suddenly turned over. His body was barely agile, but he still had a drink worth two honor points poured onto his shoulders. The corners of his head and face were in a state of extreme embarrassment.
Maoyan didn't follow up on the attack, only said: "It's yours."
"My, mine, it's mine." The man took the towel handed by the waitress, wiped it hastily twice, and was willing to accept the punishment.
Anyone who can talk to Maoyan like this is indeed an acquaintance, and can only be considered a friend. "Master Zong" is named Zong Qiu, and he is also a registered member of the Xiacheng branch. He has a good father, and is the only three B-level members in the branch.
On the physical side is Mr. Zong Ji, a fighting master known for his "round and smooth movements".
Although he has a family background, Zongqiu is a slut. He has made little achievements in martial arts. He barely crossed the C-level barrier. With a status in the association, he puts all his enthusiasm into the world of flowers, and he is all over the world all year round.
Fei, his time in Xia City was very little.
By the way, this guy also chased Maoyan back then, but once as an "assistant" he personally demonstrated the magic of being "pierced by a flying needle", he stayed away from Maoyan.
"I'll forgive you for this today. Last time, Baze from the Order of Justice went drunk and crazy. He led a group of people and almost wiped out the place with blood. The experienced people either died or escaped, and we who took over were also helpless."
Maoyan raised his eyebrows: "You are from here..."
"Little boss, little boss, participating in individual stocks will also make my father feel at ease."
"Oh, then I wish you good fortune." Maoyan glanced around the relatively simple furnishings in the cave dwelling and sent auspicious words without sincerity.
"In this land of Xiacheng, this is just a small business with no future. I just hope that my old friends will take care of me." Zongqiu offered two glasses of "blood energy" in a very silly way. Of course, it was free of charge. "Yes."
Even if my father is angry, he would not invest this money in Xiacheng even if he kills me. If I have some spare time, I can go to Bancheng, Ticheng, or Luocheng and invest in a small store. As long as I can have both sides, maybe in two years
I started to tremble too. But here, thinking about the 'Big Three' and Professor Luo, I tremble too, my heart trembles!"
Maoyan picked up the cup and smiled slightly.
It is also a homeless exchange. I will not mention the three typical examples mentioned by Zong Qiu. I will only talk about the previous Spring City, which could be a "market", but this is a "wild store". It is not without reason.
The vast majority of homeless exchanges make money, including "wild stores". However, this kind of black market that wanders on the edge of a multi-layered society inevitably faces a considerable degree of competition. Its biggest competitor is ability.
The internal resource market of world organizations such as journalists associations.
In a large metropolitan area, to determine the control and development of large organizations such as esper associations and secret sects, you don’t need to look at reports or industries, but only look at whether the surrounding vagrant exchanges and similar black markets are prosperous.
The two are obviously inversely proportional to each other. At least at the transcendent level, the more resources that association branches and secret cults control exclusively, the stronger their control over the city, and the smaller the black market’s living space; conversely, if it is a large organization,
If there is poor management or intentional connivance, or if there are multiple companies competing to check and balance each other, the black market will have the opportunity to expand wildly.
This is the case in Sancheng, where various religious sects abound, in Ticheng, which is known as the "Marine Explorer's Paradise," and in Los Angeles, which is a tax haven.
As for the "Big Three" in Xia City, and now "Professor Luo" has emerged, the "Yedian" is destined to only have a single auxiliary function of selling information and transferring supplies, and can only help a limited number of people make a fortune.
Get rich. In terms of interests, once the word "limited" appears, the feet are often covered with pale brain flowers...
In recent years, Ye Dian has changed its owners seven times. The most recent one was what Zong Qiu called the "Baze Bloodbath Incident."
The "Miss Two Thousandth Incident" is closely related, and it can be considered to have a "certain relationship" with Ronan.
Thinking of Ronan, Maoyan also remembered his mission, and pushed the tray and the soft screen inside to Zong Qiu: "It's no problem to take care of the business, now is the opportunity to use you, I have deducted ten points just now, now it's up to you
Already."
"Yes, yes, Sister Cat will definitely give me a chance to make amends." Zongqiu's businessman attributes were off the charts. He picked up the soft screen and scanned it for a few times, then started to adjust the database and prepare to change the information entries.
Maoyan is a very particular person and knows how to come first, first served. He knocked on the bar: "Mr. Bai is still over there!"
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just helping Black Heart Salt spread a message and bring a gift or something. My family is awkward, so I won't try to get involved."
Oh, you think Mr. Bai can't hear it!
Maoyan also knew that the Bai and Zong families were family friends, and they had their own way of getting along, so it was not her turn to worry about it. So she nodded and raised her glass to Mr. Bai from a distance, as a courtesy.
Mr. Bai responded with a smile and waved his hands, not looking "awkward" at all.
Here, although Zong Qiu has just entered the industry, his business ability is not bad. He quickly deleted all the useless entries on the soft screen, added many more, and handed it back to Maoyan again: "Actually, your conditions are a bit unclear.
Yes, we all know that the sea is convenient and there are too many similar activities. The ones I picked are all large-scale and powerful, but you also know that such activities generally have qualification restrictions, so you can’t just go if you want to participate.
"
Maoyan hummed twice and read the information introduction carefully.
Zong Qiu snapped his fingers again: "This project cannot be waived, but for the sake of old friends, let's give another one for free. It is a project carried out by a group of us. The environment, quality, and goods,
All very good.”
In the last sentence, Zong Qiu lowered his voice and spoke closer.
Maoyan's body remained motionless. He wanted to see Zong Qiu's performance first before deciding whether to take pictures of that self-proclaimed romantic face with the soft screen.