Nights in the Flower City are always a little restless and ambiguous.
At this time, young people are enjoying the nightlife, noisy music, and wanton laughter that belong exclusively to this group. In their opinion, this is their peace.
In the private room of the nightclub, Zuo Dao was sitting on the sofa wearing inconspicuous sportswear, a coat, a hat, and a mask.
Not long after, a manager came in with several young women.
Zuo Dao stretched out his hand to stop:
"There's no need for these. Fatty asked me to come. It's ten o'clock."
When the manager heard this, his eyes flashed, and he looked at this man with all his features hidden slightly alertly.
"Please wait."
After saying that, he greeted all the girls and left together.
This is a nightclub in Huacheng. In fact, there are some unknown "programs" every week, and Zuo Dao came here accordingly.
Soon, there was a knock on the door in the box, and a fat man with a wide body came in.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you for so long. Your loyal fat boy has lost two pounds of fat after not seeing you for so long!" The fat boy closed the door and said loudly and with a loud, sincere voice.
He pretended to embrace her, but he was not so abrupt as to actually come up and hug her.
Zuo Dao also stood up and responded "as usual" restrainedly.
He, of course, "knows" this fat man.
The previous master's relevant mysterious knowledge before he came into contact with Cheng Quan, or some scraps of knowledge and materials, were all obtained here. It was also a coincidence that the former master was able to meet Fatty at that time, but in Zuo Dao recalled the previous owner's expenses along the way. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the previous owner was a big green leek...
Fatty's surname is Zhang, and few people know his full name. His clients call him Fatty, while others generally call him Fatty.
A businessman wandering in the gray industry.
The fat man rubbed his hands excitedly, and looked at Zuo Dao calmly:
"Let's play for a while or should we just go and take a look?"
"Go directly," Zuo Dao said without thinking. When they stood up and stood side by side, Zuo Dao suddenly said again:
"Fat man, let's stop with those useless "biographies" this time and come with something solid."
Zuo Dao deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of words in "Biography".
The smiling fat man was stunned for a moment. He glanced up and down at Zuodao and said, "Ouch!"
"Brother Zuo, don't think too much. I think you have just come into contact with me before. I'm just trying to find some basic information for you to understand first. Did someone bring you in?"
The fat man sneaked in by making jokes at first. After all, could he recognize such things as leeks?
At the same time, he suddenly asked Zuo Dao a little warily, staring at Zuo Dao from the corner of his eye:
"Isn't it because I met the Tiaozi?"
How could a veteran like Zuo Dao be tempted by the other party's words? He waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"It's time to come in. Don't worry, I'll still come to you, Fatty, if you're a cop?"
The fat man didn’t know what was true or what was false, but his smile was still in full bloom:
"Okay, let me show you the new world today!"
Along the way, Fatty led Zuo Dao to a remote room in the corner of the nightclub. After entering, he saw his body clinging to the wall and slapping around. After a while, a secret door opened.
"Come, follow me."
The passage through the secret door was not long. The two of them didn't walk long before they saw an iron door with a small long table next to it, with many masks randomly placed on it.
"Brother, pick one." The fat man said, picking up a faceless mask and putting it on.
Zuo Dao looked at it, put away the mask, and chose a clown mask.
"The process here will be a little different. In the past, Fatty and I would bring some goods, relatively basic things, but here are some people who want to sell various things, or are looking for something. Everyone trusts Fatty and me, so just get together. trading floor.
The fat man whispered, and the implication was that he could rest assured about the safety and reliability here, and he only watched the scene.
Zuo Dao nodded and said nothing. He also wanted to see the daily life of these "outlaw gangsters".
Opening the door, there is a dark field that occupies about the size of an exhibition hall.
It's hard to imagine that such a space could be found in such a nightclub.
The designer probably put a lot of thought into space layout at that time, Zuo Dao thought.
There were more than 70 simple tables and stools placed in the venue, keeping a certain distance from each other. The time when the two entered was just after ten o'clock in the evening, and by this time more than 40 people had arrived in advance.
They all wore masks. Although it was not as exaggerated as everyone wearing a cloak and a big veil, everyone tried their best to make themselves look less memorable.
The arrival of Zuo Dao and others attracted a burst of inquiries from some people, but they all quickly looked away.
No one spoke in the venue, so it was a bit eerie silence.
The fat man walked to the middle and clapped his palms:
"First of all, welcome to all you reliable fat guys. There are new customers and old customers here. There are not too many rules in the trade fair. As long as you don't steal or rob, you can do whatever you want. Guests who don't want to talk have sketch pads on the table. , you can write your needs in it, I won’t introduce much else. There are a lot of people at this trade fair, so you can start first..."
Except for Zuo Dao and a few people who had just arrived in the venue, some people were listening to what the fat man said. Some people closed their eyes and rested in their chosen positions. These people were obviously already familiar with the situation, and some picked up their sketchpads and started writing. Some people leave their seats to check the content where they have already been written.
"A sling with cursed power... price discussed in detail"
"Looking for clues to the actual effectiveness of the spell..."
"The paid understanding of the place with strong resentment does not extend beyond Huacheng. 』
"Selling Soul Burial Flowers... You can pay with cash or equivalent materials." 』
"..."
Zuo Dao walked around the venue and looked at each house, and found that the sellers basically did not take out the physical objects. Those who had reached an agreement wrote to each other to confirm the content, and then walked out of the venue under the guidance of the fat man, probably to confirm the goods and information.
"I have a headache. I don't know the mysterious knowledge of this world. I don't even know what they are selling. It would be easier to tell if I could see the real thing, but it would be difficult to describe it in words." Zuo Dao looked at it silently, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, seeking knowledge. The regrets of desire are often the most difficult for people like him.
At this moment, the content on a table he was walking toward caught his attention, and Zuo Dao's eyes moved slightly.
"Come out, spiritual materials, spell bullets." 』
Zuo Dao stood in front of the table, picked up the extra sketch pad on the table and wrote while the table owner looked up.
"Spiritual materials, spell bullets, what are they like? What do you need?" 』
"Money can be inspected, cash or anonymous transfer." 』
Seeing this, Zuo Dao nodded. He followed the example of others in the field and said hello to the fat man, who trotted over.
"I'll lead you." Fatty said after looking at the contents of their sketch boards.
The fat man led Zuo and Dao to a dark room of less than six square meters and then retreated, continuing their work.
From this heresy, we can also find that this fat man is also working hard, and perhaps this flat trading model can gradually win so many "outlaw gangsters" to gather here. After all, the fewer people involved in this kind of thing, the better. Rather than the bigger the lively cards, the better.
In the dark room, the table owner who was selling things remained silent. He took out his goods from the small bag on his waist.
A piece of pure white paper the size of a diary and a bullet. The bullet had some inconspicuous post-processing, such as removing its serial number. After placing it out, he picked up his sketch pad and wrote.
"Spiritual materials: 20,000 Huayu coins per piece, bullets, 200,000." 』
Zuo Dao looked at the price, was silent for two breaths, and wrote:
"Expensive"
