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I am ashamed of some of the products here, as well as the participants who are enthusiastic about soliciting sales, and the discount patterns that are afraid of being invisible to others.

Still surprised and excited, this scene is like the mall in the movie "Ready Player One", and then I found this place,

Both things and people are subtly different from imagination...

"By the way, this is what the black market is like..."

"Otherwise, what do you think it would be like?"

It seemed that she was used to this place. Her wild and beautiful face under the sunglasses was calm. Selica looked in front of her and said calmly:

"You only sell weapons and equipment or mysterious items, and you keep a straight face and keep alert of everyone? Save it, that old-fashioned era has long passed."

In fact, there are more things about the black market. Celica did not go into details.

For example, the shopkeepers here will hire people to look after the store, sell on behalf of others, rent it out, open branches, and engage in commercial competition over whose shield generator can sell best. They use various methods overtly and covertly.

They even advertise with people in the scene.

There are also those black market ‘bosses’ who are all very smart. While they are busy improving various infrastructures such as water and power grids in underground neighborhoods to increase charges, they are also thinking about new ways to expand their business scope all day long.

In addition, we also have to compete with our peers for those good seeds that can make ‘hot-selling products’.

Of course, I don’t know this yet. When I heard Selika’s ‘old-fashioned’ description,

Fangran just suddenly realized something,

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

Some people choose to join an official force in a region, while others travel around the world as wanderers.

Of course, there are also people who become shop owners in the black market like the one in front of them, and they are busy developing products, running stores, and fighting with their competitors all day long.

Take a step forward, leave the daily routine, and truly feel the richness and variety of the night battle world at this moment.

Fangran suddenly felt as if he had missed some experience.

Normal participants start from E-level and have to go through more than twenty scenes of training before they can become a C-level with established combat power. After that, it will take nearly ten years or more to become a B-level.

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

Not to mention Class A.

If I didn't have 'infinity', would I have come to the black market in my early weak stage?

Buy some 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 entanglements with many participants, met a beautiful shop owner, attracted the attention of big shots, and gradually improved my strength after experiencing various incidents of opening my own shop.

Such another style would result in a story of about a million words?

Fangran couldn't help but imagine the unfolding of the same thing. Fangran glanced at the black market that was full of night fighting life, and then followed Celica out of the street.

He suddenly saw a technological object that looked like a storage box.

"What is that, a locker?"

"The transaction box is a place where you put the items you want to sell at a set price and sell them through the black market trading network."

Hearing Fangran's curious question and taking a glance, Selika casually explained the black market's tricks to attract more people.

"Trade box?"

Surprised by this simple and crude name, Fangran thought of a certain second-hand trading APP and said with some interest:

"Can I let it go too?"

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

This time, there was finally no crazy salesman from the shop owner. He quickly came to the transaction box and observed another novelty that he had never seen before.

Watching the metal drawer that automatically pops up for me to put in the items for sale,

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

Thinking back on all the types of products I just saw, I righteously condemned the manufacturers of some of the items with obviously alternative styles.

Then put in a packet of powder that will burst your clothes if you eat it.

emmm...

Don't ask, the question is that after being cheated twice, Meng Lang is now very wary of the food Fangran handles, so he can't find a chance to explode his brother's underwear.

So I planned to switch to the Braised Pork Ribs Powder for drinking but I haven’t had time to start yet.

"You'd better hurry up, we don't have enough time for you to waste it in a place like this."

"Ah, okay, okay."

After hearing Serika's reminder, I casually marked the ticket price, filled in the effects, and asked Il to register an anonymous account.

Fangran quickly followed her footsteps again.

I turned a street corner again, and this time the colorful scene did not appear again. There were gradually fewer and fewer brightly lit shops around.

It seemed that he had already passed the lively place, and Fangran followed Selika to a remote place like a back street.

Finally, we stopped in front of a very inconspicuous store.

There is no holographic projection or glass display window. The slightly dim chandelier light illuminates the old house, and the rusty brass handle on the wooden door.

Not to mention the style of painting feels different from just now.

"This is?"

Blinking, Fangran looked in front of him and continued to ask questions about the curious baby, but this time he didn't explain more to him, Selica just reminded him.

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

Are you going to meet someone powerful?

Hearing her words, Fangran made a guess and followed her in.

After the sound of the old wooden door hanging with a bell, I walked into the store and saw firearms, knives, armor parts, and many unknown mechanical parts.

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

A bar-like counter with a wine rack filled with bottles behind it.

The entire store gave Fangran a rather old-school retro feel.

Well, it’s completely different from those glamorous storefronts just now.

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

Fangran nodded slightly and made a judgment based on the painting style. When he saw the two of them coming in, the only figure in the store,

An elderly man with some gray hair and stubble looked up from the newspaper behind the counter.

He looked at Selika's figure, and there was no sadness or joy in his tone, but there was a calmness and familiarity like meeting an old friend, and the depth in his words seemed to reveal stories from the past.

"Why are you coming to me? I should have lost anything that you can like a long time ago."

"Come to try my luck with you,"

After walking into the store and sitting directly on the high stool in front of the counter, Selica asked straight to the point and took out the micro-jamming device and placed it in front of him:

"Any information on its maker?"

When he saw her taking out this, Fangran on the side was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He was so obsessed with knowledge and not doing his job that he forgot about it.

(°▽°丶)Ah... Speaking of which, we are here to investigate the information on this thing...