Some things are so wonderful. Ander can still recall Lao Hu's triumphant expression when he went out this morning.
He had just opened an order and sold an extremely fake bronze counterfeit to a swindler. Judging from his triumphant expression, he seemed to be a genius marketing master.
And Ander himself also wants to find a "marketing master" who can sell the ghost-toothed viper as hairtail and include the recipe, the old Chinese medicine doctor Crow.
Following the address given by Fingel, Ander strolled through the alleys of Minzhou. This place has gradually developed over the years. Urban villages, ancient buildings, and high-rise buildings are mixed together, giving it a special style.
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Of course, a more accurate statement would be that there is a kind of chaotic beauty, which is a kind of enjoyment for Brass Dragons of the chaotic camp like Ender.
But if a dragon from the lawful camp comes, I'm afraid they will try their best to straighten those crooked roads.
The surrounding area gradually became lively. The place Ander wanted to go was a suburb of Minzhou back then, but now it is one of the main urban areas.
The glory of the past has become a burden, and the beautiful small buildings of the past have now become wounds in municipal management, but we have to admit that urban villages are still the homes of many people.
Maybe in a few years, they will move out of the small building they built and become glorious demolition households, but now they are still living their own ordinary lives.
In a place like this, all the house numbers are hidden among complicated wires and advertisements, and Ender can only identify the house numbers carefully to prevent himself from missing them.
I walked past a bakery selling low-quality bread, a dark Internet cafe hidden behind a store, and a hair washing room with a rather bold decoration.
Ender found his target. If he followed the coordinates given by Fingel, it should be this store.
He raised his head and looked at the signboard. It was as shabby as the surrounding stores, with some oil stains. On it were dull fonts printed on a computer:
“Treasure Island Braised Pork Rice”
After double-checking that he was in the right place, Ander approached the fast food restaurant doubtfully.
Like many of his colleagues, the tables and chairs were stained with oil, the air smelled of spices, and white plastic packaging boxes were piled up.
"Not now, I'll come back later."
A young man with dyed yellow hair and long sleeves was sitting at the table picking vegetables listlessly, which was somewhat inconsistent with his gangster temperament.
His accent has the characteristics of Minzhou and some hints of Baodao. It sounds a bit soft and lacking in energy.
As Ender walked over, the young man raised his head, moved quietly, and glanced outside the restaurant.
Seeing his guilty look, Ander had already made up his mind. Before the man could react, a charming human took a photo of him.
Ender still likes this trick very much. Most ordinary people can't resist it and can only obey Ender's control. It's perfect for interrogating information.
"Little one, do you know about crows?"
The young man suddenly felt dizzy and felt an ecstasy of comfort. Looking at the person in front of him, he felt extremely friendly and said without thinking:
"Crow? That's me."
Ender was stunned. This crow seemed different from the hateful smuggler in his imagination. It was a bit too ordinary and too weak.
"Then do you know Qian Sichuan?"
A disgusting smile appeared on Crow's face, as if there was a beautiful woman taking off her clothes in front of her.
"Who doesn't know Mr. Qian? Dump trucks come here every day."
Crow pointed at the construction site being developed nearby. The urban village where the braised meat shop was located was adjacent to a main road, and Qian Sichuan's garbage trucks frequently passed by the shop entrance.
"Did you sell the Ghost-toothed Dragon Viper to him?"
The crow nodded naively, obviously understanding the meaning of the ghost-toothed dragon viper. He raised his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger against each other a few times.
"That rich man is so rich. He said he wanted to eat dragon meat and asked me to write him a prescription. I only have a brine prescription here, and he still believed it."
"Who gave you the goods?"
Ender also couldn't understand that a guy who opened a braised meat shop could actually be related to the dragon clan.
"Here's the way to sell ice."
The crow spread his hands. The ice mentioned here does not refer to ice made from frozen water, but refers to a drug: methamphetamine. The yellow-haired crow in front of him turned out to be a drug dealer.
Ender looked at the long sleeves Crow was wearing and ordered him to roll up the sleeves. There were countless needle holes, large and small, on the dark skin.
Apparently, crows not only sell ice, but also smoke it themselves. They are the saddest little poisonous people who feed themselves on ice.
In some places, the big drug lords will divide the poison they get into small packages and give them to the drug leaders below, who will then sell them and stratify them themselves.
It seems that they also used the same model for the Viper. You must know that the Viper is a gregarious creature and always appears in thousands or hundreds together.
If Ender is right, then the crow's master probably has a lot of ghost-toothed vipers in his hands.
"Who is your last family, and how did the Ghost-toothed Dragon Viper come from?"
Under Ender's charm, Crow, whose body was already hollowed out by the poison, revealed what he knew without hesitation.
According to Wu Wu, his superiors got a batch of good goods from Southeast Asia a few months ago, and dozens of ghost-toothed dragon vipers came with the goods.
"That fish is so weird. It can survive even if it's frozen and put in water."
According to Wu Wu, his organization is very small, with about ten core members. The boss is code-named One Eye, and he is considered a peripheral member, responsible for doing some dirty work.
The boss has connections and can always get good stuff, and the most dangerous task is given to him, responsible for offline sales.
This guy is also a clever man. The local bosses here in Minzhou are a bit superstitious and even raise arowanas in their offices, so Crow packaged these ghost-toothed arowanas into dragon kings and sold them as ornamental fish.
How could it be that money was coming from a Sichuan owner who wanted to eat dragon meat, but Crow only wanted to make money, but regardless of whether the Viper could eat dead people, he sold the Viper.
"This is someone recommended by the boss, don't dare to neglect him."
According to Crow, Qian Sichuan was a transaction partner that Boss One Eye had specially told him to pay attention to. Crow thought it was a big deal, but ended up buying two fish.
"But the boss is quite happy and rewarded me with something good."
After listening to Crow's explanation, Ender knew that he probably wouldn't be able to find anything extra. As long as he wanted to find them, there would be a lot of them in minutes.
So Ender asked the crow to take out all the poison he had hidden here. According to the crow, his best future is just a peanut.
"Wait, this is..."
Ender looked at the small bottle in Crow's hand. The bottle contained a thin layer of viscous black liquid, and it looked particularly familiar.
That is an evolutionary medicine called Dragon Vein, and it also has a name, called Dragon Blood Extract.