I am ashamed that some of the products here, as well as participants who are enthusiastic about attracting customers and the discount patterns that are afraid that people will not see,

Still amazed and excited about the scene like the shopping mall in the movie "The Number One Player", Fang Ran discovered here,

Whether it is something or a person, it is subtlely different from imagination...

"Is this what it is like in the black market..."

"Or what do you think it's like?"

It seems that I am used to it here. My wild and beautiful face under my sunglasses is calm, and Serika looks at the faint opening in front of me:

"Only sell weapons, equipment or mysterious items, beware of everyone with a stern face, don't be close to others? Save it, that old-fashioned era has long passed."

In fact, there are more things about the black market, Selika did not say in detail.

For example, the shop owner here will hire people to see the store, sell, rent, open branches, and make a business competition for whose shield generator can be sold well. There are various means and methods in secret.

They even advertise with people in the scene.

There are also those black market "bosses" who are very busy improving various infrastructures of underground water and electricity grids to increase fees, while thinking about new ways to expand their business scope all day long.

In addition, we must compete with our peers for the good seedlings that can make "hot-selling products".

Of course, I don’t know this yet. I heard the “old-toothed” description in Serika’s mouth.

Fang Ran just suddenly realized it.

It turns out that the lives of participants are not just what they know. Some of them focus on scenes to improve their strength, while others are busy with grudges and hatreds in reality.

Some people choose to join an official force in an area, while others are wandering around the world.

Of course, there are also people who become shop owners in the black market like they see, busy developing commodity store operations and their competitors are fighting all day long.

Take a step, leave your daily life, and truly feel the richness and colorfulness of the night battle world at this moment,

This made Fang Ran suddenly feel that he seemed to have missed some experience.

Normal participants start from level e and have to go through more than twenty scene training before they can become a C-level C-level with combat power. Then they will be nearly ten years or even longer to become a B-level.

As for the unattainable A-level, only a very small number of selected people in the world can achieve it.

Not to mention the A-level superiority.

If there is not "infinity", would I come to the black market in the early stages of my weakness?

Buy a few weapons or shield equipment for the next scene, look at the price of technological armor, and think about ways to make money in reality.

During this period, I had an entanglement with many participants, met the beautiful shop owner, attracted the attention of big people, and gradually improved my strength after experiencing various incidents of opening a store by myself.

This is another style that needs to be written into a story of about one million words in the novel?

I couldn't help but imagine that it would unfold. Fang Ran looked at the black market full of night war life at this moment, and then followed Selika out of the street.

He suddenly saw a tech item like a storage box.

"What is that, storage locker?"

"Trade box, set the price of what you want to sell and put it in, and use the black market trading website to sell it."

Hearing Fang Ran asked a curious question again, he glanced at him, and Selika casually explained the little tricks that the black market wanted to attract more people.

"Trade box?"

Surprising at the same time, Fang Ran said with some interest when he remembered a second-hand trading app:

"Can I let it go, too?"

"As long as you don't care about the handling fee."

This time, the shop owner who did not sell crazyly quickly came to the transaction box and observed that he had never seen anything new.

Watching the automatic pop-up to put it into the metal drawer for selling items,

Fang Ran thought seriously for a second with a serious look on his face.

Looking back on all the types of products I just saw, I righteously condemned the maker of some of the obvious alternative things.

Then put in a pack of powder that will burst out after eating.

emmm...

Don't ask, ask, it's just that after being cheated twice, Meng Lang is very alert to the food he handles, which makes him unable to find a chance to blow up his brother's underwear.

So I planned to change it to braised pork rib powder that I drank but had not had time to start.

"You'd better hurry up, we haven't had enough time to make you waste in such places."

"Ah, OK, OK."

Hearing Selika's reminder, he casually marked the ticket price and filled in the effect and asked Il to register an anonymous account.

Fang Ran hurriedly followed her footsteps again.

I turned a corner again, and this time I did not see the colorful scene like before. The number of shops around me gradually decreased.

It seemed that he had passed by a lively place, Fang Ran followed Selika to a remote place like the back street.

Finally stopped in front of a very inconspicuous store.

There is no holographic projection, no glass window, a slightly dim chandeliers illuminate the old house, rusty brass handles on wooden doors,

It feels different from the style of the painting just now.

"This is?"

Blinking, Fang Ran looked at the question he was curious about was asked by the baby, but this time he didn't explain much to him. Selika just reminded him.

"From now on, don't talk nonsense."

Are you going to meet some amazing person?

After hearing her, Fang Ran followed her to push the door and go in.

After the old wooden door with bells sounded, I walked into the store, firearms, knives, armored parts and many mechanical parts that I don’t know what it was.

All the goods are placed on the shelves, with handwritten price tags, so many that they look a bit messy.

The counter is like a bar, with a wine rack full of wine bottles placed behind it.

The pictures in the entire store give Fang Ran a very old-school and retro feel.

Well, it's completely different from the charming stores just now.

It looks like the kind of place where powerful people will stay hidden in the black market...

Fang Ran nodded slightly and made a judgment from the style of painting. When he saw them coming in, the only figure in the store,

A man with a little bit of white hair and stubble had already entered the old age, raised his head in the newspaper behind the counter,

He looked at Selika's figure, his tone could not tell the joys and sorrows, but he had a calm and familiarity of meeting old friends, and the depth of his words seemed to reveal past stories.

"What are you doing when I come to see me? I should have lost something you can like since a long time ago."

"Come to try your luck,"

After entering the store, he sat directly on the high stool in front of the counter. Selika directly threw in and asked inquiry, took out the micro-interference device and placed it in front of him:

“Is there any information about the maker of it?”

When Fang Ran, who was beside him, was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had forgotten that he was obsessed with his knowledge and was not doing his job properly.
Chapter completed!