Chapter 136 Black Market
"Okay, if there is a next time, I will definitely continue to come here to trade with fellow Taoists."
As he spoke, He Song had already made up his mind.
From now on, I will never step foot into Ten Thousand Flowers Immortal Square again.
This Fang He would rather give up the profit of a hundred spiritual stones, but also let He Song accept his love, so that He Song can continue to trade here.
Moreover, there is no thought of asking for a kickback.
This is so abnormal.
To know.
When He Song first sold spiritual rice at Lingtu Fairy Square, the management of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion there was asking for kickbacks while talking and laughing.
But here we are, the Fanghe in front of us doesn’t want any rebates.
Such an abnormal thing made He Song instantly alert.
However, He Song's vigilance did not show up on the surface. He remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he had designated this place as a restricted area.
After today.
He Song will definitely not come to this Ten Thousand Flower Fairy Place again.
At the same time, he had to be wary of the Fanghe in front of him.
After you finish selling off the stolen goods, you must be cautious and cautious, but you don't want to overturn the boat in the gutter.
You must leave immediately after selling the stolen goods.
With this thought, He Song looked at Fang He, but his eyes were still calm.
It was as if he didn't notice anything, and he seemed to have no defense at all.
Seeing He Song agreed, Fang He also showed a smile on his face.
The subsequent transaction was very pleasant for both parties.
He Song successfully obtained 10,000 spiritual stones and fully enriched his small treasury.
Fang He also took the 110,000 kilograms of spiritual rice sent by He Song into the warehouse of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
After sending He Song out of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion in person.
The smile on Fang He's face gradually disappeared.
Looking at He Song's retreating back, a light flashed in Fang He's eyes.
"One hundred and ten thousand kilograms of spiritual rice, and he is not from the Ji Zhu family. Where does this person come from?"
Everything that happened after He Songcong entered the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion flashed through his mind, and Fang He secretly guessed.
But until the end, no conclusion was reached.
"Ten thousand spiritual stones..."
finally.
Fang He sighed and disappeared into the darkness, his voice gradually disappeared, and he was no longer in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
Ten thousand spiritual stones.
It's enough to make a late-stage Qi training monk take risks.
Left the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.
He Song looked calm, but he kept secretly watching behind him to see if anyone would follow him.
However, after observing for a while, He Song found nothing.
See this.
He Song breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that in this fairy workshop, I don't need to worry about anything.
That's fine too.
You can also sell stolen goods yourself.
After the sale of stolen goods is over, go to the inn and leave here like you did last time at Lingtu Fairy Place.
Following the map in his memory, He Song soon arrived at the stall area of Wanhua Fairy Square.
He now has three inferior storage bags and a small cargo storage bag.
Plus four low-grade magic weapons, some elixirs, and other bits and pieces.
The stall area happens to be the place where stolen goods are sold.
It’s a mixed bag of people here, everyone is there.
Not to mention just these things, even if He Song obtained the entire net worth of a late-stage qi-training monk, he would be able to take action quickly.
Walk around the stall area for a while.
He Song soon saw some stalls with black cloth mats on the bottom floor.
He has been living in Zhushan Xianfang for many years.
He naturally understood that this black cloth-matted stall was a stall for purchasing all kinds of stolen goods.
Since the pads are usually made of black cloth, the name also refers to the black market.
He is often active in major fairy shops or fairy cities, collecting and selling various stolen goods.
The people who run this kind of stall are basically monks with strong backers. They won't ask you where your goods come from, and they won't make you worry about the risks of selling them.
In this line of work, there are naturally rules for this line of work.
Of course.
They can do this because it is profitable, and it is huge profits.
The purchase price here is much lower than that of the normal Magical Instrument Pavilion.
A low-grade magic weapon, if it is in a normal magic weapon pavilion, will basically cost around a hundred spiritual stones.
But if it were sold here, the price would only be around sixty spiritual stones.
Forty percent difference.
Such huge profits make this kind of stall exist in every fairy shop.
Even in the fairy city, there are places like this.
However, those who do this in Fairy City basically rent shops instead of stalls.
Get close to one of these stalls.
He Song calmly took out two inferior storage bags, waved them in front of the stall owner, and put them away.
See this situation.
The stall owner's eyes suddenly lit up.
He didn't shy away from anything, he just closed the stall and left.
Seeing this, He Song smiled slightly and followed immediately.
Naturally, it is impossible to deal with stolen goods in an honest manner in the stall area.
Outside the stall area.
In a small teahouse.
When He Song followed, the stall owner was already sitting in the corner of the small teahouse.
Seeing He Song arriving, the stall owner quickly waved to He Song.
He Song looked around and found that this place was in a busy city and there was no need to worry about being ambushed. Then he entered the small teahouse and sat down in front of the stall owner.
Sitting at the same table, neither party spoke.
The stall owner looked at He Song.
He Song casually waved his hand and placed all three inferior storage bags and a small cargo storage bag on the table.
Then, he also placed the four low-grade magical instruments on his body, as well as some elixirs, odds and ends, etc. on the table.
Three inferior storage bags, one of which was found after Wei Fan killed Chen Zhou and was given to He Song. He Song used it until he joined the Houtu Sect and then replaced it.
The other two inferior storage bags, one of which was obtained from an unknown corpse in the valley near Zhushan Xianfang.
The second one was obtained by killing Chen Zhong.
The small cargo storage bag was purchased by He Song in Zhushan Fairy Square. Now that the spiritual rice has been sold, it is naturally useless.
As for the four low-grade magic weapons, as well as fragments of elixirs, etc., they were naturally obtained from the unknown corpse and the beheading of Chen Zhong.
These two people are both casual cultivators, and they are both in the middle stage of Qi training. They each have two low-grade magic weapons, one for attack and one for defense.
Now, they are dead.
The things naturally came into He Song's hands.
Wait until He Song laid out all the things he needed to get rid of and motioned to the stall owner to check.
The stall owner's face had changed from the excitement and anticipation at the beginning to the solemn look on his face now.
There is no way, what He Song took out.
For a mid-stage Qi training monk like him, it was still too much.
This kind of behavior of casually taking out four storage bags and four low-grade magic weapons is rare even in the black market.
What's more, He Song also wore a black robe, and his breath was not revealed.
It's hard not to think of something like this.
Could it be that the person in front of me is an evil cultivator?
