Arriving at the black market, there were few people.
The black market is a key target in every city.
But most of the time you can buy what you really need.
Chen Feng was wrapped up tightly, wearing a hat and a mask. At first glance, he didn't look like a serious person.
He stopped in front of a black market stall that specialized in selling basic raw materials such as iron ore and diamonds.
"Boss, just tell me whatever you like, I'm definitely cheap here."
The stall owner is a wretched man with a big pimple on his face and a few hairs on it. He exudes the aura of a profiteer all over his body.
"Iron ore, standard type, how much does it cost?"
Chen Feng's purpose was very clear and he stated his needs directly.
The stall owner frowned, with an elusive smile on his face.
Although Chen Feng was wrapped tightly and wore a mask, he could still tell that Chen Feng was not old.
And being so shady, he must have some unspeakable reasons, so he can make a killing.
"The original price is two hundred, but if you are destined, I will pay you one hundred and eighty."
Chen Feng frowned slightly, the price far exceeded his psychological expectations.
The stall owner keenly caught Chen Feng's emotions and continued: "The country has recently tightened inspections. This iron ore is not easy to deal with, and the college entrance examination is about to take place, isn't it?"
He clicked on the keyword again, wanting to test Chen Feng's bottom line.
If he is really a college entrance examination student, then the price will never be reduced.
Use psychological tactics to bring him down.
Seeing that Chen Feng was still hesitating, the stall owner decided to eat the young man to death.
However, the next moment, Chen Feng shook his head and turned around to leave.
One hundred and eighty?
You might as well go rob.
The national market price is just over a hundred, so you can't raise the price by 80% on the black market.
Sure enough, not far away, another stall owner stopped Chen Feng.
This is a middle-aged uncle.
"Young man."
He also saw Chen Feng's identity at a glance.
I'm sorry that these masks and hats are like not wearing them.
"I take it you want to buy standard iron ore, right?"
"I'll sell it to you for one hundred and four, do you think it's suitable?"
The price instantly dropped by forty.
This made Chen Feng slightly surprised.
The pimple on the front of the face is so dark.
"What you just met is a well-known black profiteer here. He also cheats those of you who don't often come to the black market. How can standard iron ore be sold for 180, right?"
In fact, Chen Feng knew very well that one hundred and fourteen might not be sold. After all, the market for this thing was very large.
But when I thought about the middle-aged man in front of me, he was very pious and didn't look like a profiteer.
It is impossible for others to make nothing. Sometimes if you let the seller earn a little more, the other party may be willing to reveal more information to you.
This is what Chen Feng concluded every time he asked scalpers to help him redeem scratch tickets.
"Deal, just one hundred and four."
The transaction was completed quickly. Chen Feng paid the money and delivered the goods.
Because there is a systematic warehouse, iron ore can be stuffed directly into it, and ordinary methods cannot detect it at all.
This is one of the reasons why the black market is so rampant now.
There was exactly 8,400 yuan in my parents' deposit certificate, which was enough money for 60 yuan of standard iron ore.
But there is still a hundred and forty yuan short of the target of two hundred.
So Chen Feng asked: "Uncle, is there any place to recycle weapons?"
As if he heard some forbidden words, the middle-aged uncle lowered his voice and said, "We don't dare to touch this. If caught, the punishment will be too severe."
"However," he looked at the stall owner Chen Feng first met at the entrance of the black market, "I heard that he is collecting these things. You can find him if you want."
I finally understand why profiteers like Pimple Man can survive in the black market here. Those who are brave can indeed survive anywhere.
As luck would have it, Chen Feng is also a courageous person.
"Put away your weapons?"
Chen Feng came to the pimple man and asked directly.
He chuckled, looked around and said, "What type?"
"Pistol, made by myself."
"Private goods, what's the level?"
"E-class, the most basic pistol, a probability weapon."
Hearing this, the pimple man frowned.
"Probabilistic weapons can't be sold at a high price, but it doesn't mean they can't be collected. Let me take a look."
Chen Feng took out an ordinary pistol from the warehouse and handed it to him.
"A probability of two in 10,000? Too low, too low. Twenty yuan, what do you think of the fixed price?"
It was only twenty yuan, which was far lower than Chen Feng expected.
But it is actually reasonable. After all, strictly speaking, the probabilistic weapons he created are useless, and they are only capable of self-defense for ordinary people.
But if it can only be sold for 20 yuan, it will be difficult for Chen Feng to achieve a virtuous economic cycle.
So Chen Feng knelt down and said with extremely solemn eyes: "To tell you the truth, my probability weapon is not simple."
"Don't be deceived by its surface data. In fact, the probability of this pistol triggering the effect is close to ten percent, or even more."
"Bullshit!"
The pimple man didn't believe it at all.
But Chen Feng held his hand and said, "In this way, we can find a place to inspect the goods and you will know."
Seeing Chen Feng's mysterious look, Pimple Man also became interested.
The two came to an abandoned community that was relatively sparsely populated.
Chen Feng took out the pistol from the warehouse and loaded it with the bullets that he had brought from the shooting range earlier.
After finding a few bricks as targets, he raised his hand and fired three rounds.
The sound of a gunshot in the middle was extremely clear, and it penetrated directly through the bricks on the ground.
The pimple man's heart trembled, and he stared at the gun in Chen Feng's hand in disbelief.
"Triggered once in three rounds?"
"Believe it now."
The pimple man took the pistol and fired a few rounds at the bricks. When he pulled the trigger for the fifth time, the probability effect was triggered and the bricks were completely shattered.
He shook his hands in shock.
“The probabilities are really different from what the data faces show, it’s amazing!”
Chen Feng smiled lightly, "So can we renegotiate the price now?"
"How many do you have?" he asked.
After Chen Feng thought for a while, he said: "Including this one, there are a total of two hundred and seventy."
Chen Feng also included the weapons made from materials from the prostituted school later.
Big order!
The pimple man suddenly felt excited.
If you can really collect so many magical probabilistic weapons at once, it is not impossible to turn over directly.
"The probability is very high, but the power is a bit low, so the price still cannot rise even if the bottom team has demand."
He is still working hard to highlight the low value of weapons.
"Well, seeing as I'm destined to be with you, I'll suffer a loss. How about buying it in one piece?"
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and began to test the opponent's bottom line.
"As you know, the country has been very strict recently, and I spent a lot of effort to build this weapon. It cannot be lower than eighty."
The pimple man obviously hesitated for a moment, but looking at the bricks that were penetrated by bullets not far away, he finally nodded.
"Okay, eighty is eighty."
"make a deal."
Chen Feng shook hands with the other party with a calm expression.
"Two hundred and seventy pistols, paid for and delivered at the door of the black market twenty days later."
The pimple man still wanted to refuse, "Can you let me take a handful back to study first?"
Chen Feng frowned and said in a slightly unhappy tone, "Brother, is this your first day in the black market?"
The pimple man was calmed down by Chen Feng.
Does the voice sound like a student?
Why do you feel so old-fashioned?
Did you also use a voice changer?
Chen Feng said nothing more and ran away after pretending.
Two hundred and seventy pistols, each worth 80 yuan, which works out to 21,600 yuan.
Enough to buy the remaining iron ore, even much more than planned.
The extra money can also be used to buy some health products for my parents.
But there is a premise.
That means Chen Feng must run very fast when delivering goods without leaving any traces.
