Mao Jinshan told Xue Chen one by one what he needed to pay attention to in the black market. He must do everything, otherwise it will easily cause unnecessary trouble.
"Everyone who goes to the black market will get the same set of black clothes when they pay 30 million tickets, which can cover their body and face. And because they can't use magic, everyone's identity in the black market is unknown.
They are all unknown, so you can trade with confidence and boldness.”
Trading is nothing more than buying and selling.
Where the black market is held, there will be small rooms used for private transactions.
"If you want to buy something, you can write it down on the sign at the door, and then wait in the room, and a seller will naturally come in to talk to you. After the negotiation is completed, in order to ensure the interests of both parties, the people from Buyimen
I will come forward as a middleman to provide a spiritual contract to ensure that the transaction can be completed smoothly. Well, by the way, I will take 100 million from both the buyer and the seller as a fee."
Xue Chen silently remembered all the words in his heart. He had to say that the black market of Buyimen was quite strictly prohibited, which fully protected the interests and privacy of both parties. Then he asked about a more important matter, the currency of the transaction.
What is it? Is it money or gold or jewelry?
"Of course it's RMB. Generally speaking, a mid-level spiritual spell is worth about 500 million. As for a high-level spiritual spell, it's worth more than 1 billion. And spiritual weapons are even more expensive, even if they're earth-level.
Spiritual weapons cost tens to two billion, so if you want to participate in the black market, you have to prepare your wallet."
It turned out to be really coins! Xue Chen was a little surprised, because in his opinion, coins are really not a very important thing for practitioners.
Mao Jinshan, who was on the other side of the phone, seemed to hear what Xue Chen was thinking, and he chuckled: "Money is indeed of no importance to some cultivation traditions, but after all, this is a modern society, and money is indispensable for everything.
Practitioners think that their future as a practitioner is bleak, so they might as well enjoy a life of luxury and luxury as soon as possible, which is also one of the reasons why the black market can exist."
"Is this so..." Xue Chen was thoughtful.
"Basically, that's what happened. In short, just be careful. I have other things to be busy with, so let's stop here." Mao Jinshan hung up the phone directly.
Xue Chen felt alienated in his heart and had a clear idea of the black market in his mind. He immediately began to make preparations. He had no intention of flying a private plane. Since he was in China, there was no need and he directly booked a civil aviation ticket.
Three days later, with three days left until the beginning of winter, he got on a plane bound for Kun-Lai City.
Kunlai City is located in Hui Province, to the south of Yunzhou Province, several provinces away, and the climate is warmer than that of Yunzhou Province.
After getting off the plane, Xue Chen took a taxi to a large hotel that had been booked in advance and settled down. After washing up, he went out to fill his stomach. Then he went to do business, paying the ticket price to enter the black market, and collecting the money on the way.
A set of clothing that conceals the body and face.
After getting into a taxi, it took about half an hour to arrive at the address given by Mao Jinshan. What surprised Xue Chen was that there was actually a nursing home in front of him.
After he walked into the nursing home, his eyes moved and he immediately looked in one direction because there was a faint sense of spiritual energy coming from there. After thinking about it in his mind, he walked straight over.
Walking around to the back of the nursing home, Xue Chen stood in front of an inconspicuous door, knocked lightly, and waited until someone said "Come in" before opening the door and going in.
The room was small and simple, with a table, a person sitting behind it, and a large cardboard box beside the table.
Naturally, Xue Chen looked at the person sitting behind the table. He was a fat man with his hands folded on his chest. He was listening to the Peking Opera on the radio and kept shaking his head in conjunction with it.
Xue Chen saw that the man was getting excited while listening, so he didn't rush to speak. Instead, he stood at the door and waited. He took a look at the room and saw some black clothes inside along the half-open box.
Only then did I confirm that I was not looking for the wrong place, it was right here.
After waiting for less than five minutes, the fat man stretched out his hand and turned off the radio that was playing. Then he looked at Xue Chen, yawned and said, "It's been better these past two days."
People always bother me when I am in the mood to listen to music, but my little brother is very nice and polite."
Xue Chen smiled kindly, walked to the table, and said, "This is my first time here."
"Oh, it's my first time here. It doesn't matter. You're welcome. Please pay first. Do you want to pay by check or by direct transfer?" the fat white man asked with a smile.
"Let's check." Xue Chen took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a check for 30 million and handed it over.
After taking it, the fat man opened the drawer and threw it in without looking at it. Then he bent down and pulled out a set of black fabric clothes from the carton box next to him and threw it over: "Get it, don't worry.
If you lose it, you will have to spend another 30 million to buy it."
Xue Chen caught the garment and looked down. He didn't know what kind of fabric it was made of. It looked very thin, but it was not light in weight. It weighed a little on the hand and seemed to weigh more than twenty kilograms. It was pure black and not heavy at all.
Through the light, he also noticed that there was an electronic device lining the clothes.
"That's a voice changer." The fat white man said.
"Voice Changer?"
"Tell me your address and someone will pick you up the day after tomorrow."
At the request of the fat man, Xue Chen told him about the hotel where he was staying. When he saw that the man turned on the radio and listened to music again, he turned around and walked out.
The process was surprisingly simple. He really didn't expect that the first step when he came here to participate in the black market would be in such a situation.
After walking out of the nursing home, he stopped another taxi and sat down. Just as the car started to drive ten meters away, another car stopped at the entrance of the nursing home, and two people got out of the car. It turned out to be
"Old acquaintance".
"The Bai family?"
The two people who got off the car were the Bai family members of Yulongdong, and they were all familiar faces. One was Bai Shude and the other was Bai Chuan!
Obviously, he also came to participate in the black market.
After Bai Shude and Bai Chuan entered the nursing home, they immediately noticed the fluctuation of spiritual energy. They followed it and came to the room that Xue Chen had just left. They knocked on the door and entered.
The fat white man was still listening to the music, shaking his head with his eyes closed, not even looking at the two people who came in.
Bai Shude glanced around and didn't speak in a hurry, but Bai Chuan said loudly: "Hey, I'm here to participate in the black market. Are you in charge of reception here?"
The fat white man seemed not to have heard and was still listening to the music with his head bouncing. This made Bai Chuan feel that he had been left out and he was also very dissatisfied with the other party's service attitude. He stepped over and turned off the radio with a snap.
Bai Shude wanted to hold Bai Chuan, but was a step too late.
The fat white man finally opened his eyes, glanced coldly at the two people who came in, his face was full of displeasure, and he yelled: "What a disappointment!"
Bai Shude hurriedly stepped forward and stated that the two of them were here to participate in the black market and came to pay the ticket price.
"Two people? One hundred million." The fat white man pressed his nose and said a number without looking at the two people.
"One hundred million?" Bai Chuan raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully, "Do you think we don't know? One person is 30 million, two people is 60 million, where does 100 million come from? You don't know how to calculate, I will teach you.
"
On the chessboard, Bai Chuan was struck half to death by a thunderbolt from Qi Yunshan. He finally recovered, but the anger in his heart almost burned him into dregs. This time, he came with some more important purposes for him.
Come on, now that I see this fat white man in front of me looking careless, I naturally feel dissatisfied.
Bai Shude also frowned. Although he had never participated, someone from the Bai family had come. It was obviously 30 million per person, but how did it become 50 million? It was not that he cared about the money, but he just felt something was wrong.
"Ha." The fat white man laughed, but still didn't look at the two people. He found a knife from somewhere, held it to his nose and cut off his nose hair, and said, "Two hundred million."
In the blink of an eye, it doubled again, from 100 million to 200 million.
"You! What do you mean?!" Bai Chuan was annoyed.
"Four hundred million." The fat white man cut off his nose hair, put down the bag in his hand, and then glanced at the two of them lightly, and once again raised the price to four hundred million, doubling it again.
"Friend, what do you mean?" Bai Shude asked in a deep voice.
The fat white man smiled: "Eight hundred million, what do you mean? It doesn't mean anything. If I don't like it, I will raise the price. Do you care? If you want to participate in the black market, just take out eight hundred million, or get out of here. No more talk."
A nonsense sentence costs 1.6 billion, no two prices!"
Seeing the arrogant look of the fat white man, Bai Chuan almost couldn't help but curse, but when he thought that the price would double again, he forcibly held back and turned his head to look at Uncle De Bai Shude.
Bai Shude looked at the fat white man, frowning, and holding a breath of bad breath in his heart, but he had to bear it down when he thought that this was the territory of the Buyi Sect, and it was important to participate in the black market.
"Okay, then eight hundred million!"
"Write a check, or transfer money?" The fat white man smiled, very happily.
However, Bai Chuan was so angry at this smile that he almost ran away. Out of sight, out of mind, he simply turned around and walked out, leaving Uncle De to handle the matter.
Soon, Bai Shude paid 800 million in exchange for two sets of black clothes and went out.
"Let's go." Bai Shude sighed. Eight hundred million is nothing to the Bai family, but it is really uncomfortable.
It can be said that it is a bad start. (To be continued)