Cthulhu Card Making: Medusa Card Making at the Beginning

It was his first time entering the black market, and Lin Mo had gained a lot of experience.

The pedestrians here all wore masks, basically covering their entire faces.

In the shops on both sides of the road, or on the cloth stalls, the business owners looked around and looked at the customers coming and going.

They seemed to be thinking about whether they could meet a sucker today.

Unlike Lin Mo's imagination, the actual situation of the black market was more like the market in Lin Mo's memory. The difference was that the shops and stall owners here did not shout or hawk.

It seemed a bit quiet, and the quietness was weird.

There were many good things in the black market, but there were more pitfalls.

If it was not the same type of items, the price was lower, and generally few people came to such places to take the risk of panning for gold in the sand.

But according to Chu Xiaoxiao, the black market also had clear regulations, and the real and fake were mixed.

If all the goods sold to others are fake and the rules are broken, will the black market put this shop or vendor on the blacklist and never allow this vendor to enter the black market again?

In more serious cases, the black market will even call the relevant departments to report that someone is selling contraband, so that the other party will squat in the fence for the rest of his life.

The black market reports vendors selling fakes. Such an abstract operation makes it difficult for Lin Mo to evaluate for a while.

On the black market side, it has established a fair image.

On the police station side, the police officers have gained credit.

At the end of the year, they will be promoted and have a salary increase, and even a bonus.

Except for the vendors selling fakes who were injured, the police and the black market can be said to be running in both directions.

No wonder the black market dares to choose the trading market at the junction of the two districts.

These days, it's really rare.

It seems that this black market is not only black in name, but also more conscientious than ordinary trading markets.

After all, when Lin Mo bought fruits in his freshman year, the aunt selling fruits in the old neighborhood gave him less weight. That was when he was at his lowest point, and it was the first time that he experienced the viciousness of human nature.

Lin Mo followed Chu Xiaoxiao forward, thinking about what kind of people would be in the same group.

Because this was his first time to participate in a team mission, he was still a little nervous.

While thinking, a commotion in the front attracted the attention of the two.

In front of a stall not far ahead, two young people, a man and a woman, had an argument with the stall owner.

Lin Mo looked at it and frowned. When he was thinking about whether to take a detour, he saw Chu Xiaoxiao on the side, who actually walked straight over.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, don't you have a mission?" Lin Mo reminded in a low voice.

"Well, the two in front are the team members."

Chu Xiaoxiao's answer made Lin Mo fall silent.

"Boss, your blue quality Earth Armor Melting Pig is fake. After I injected the source power, the card spirit in the card has not come out yet, so the card is useless."

The little girl in front of the stall pinched her waist and questioned the boss with a gloomy face and crying.

The boy standing behind him also had a terrible gloomy face, clenched his fists, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

The boss of the stall spread his hands helplessly, "Girl, you can eat whatever you want, but don't talk nonsense. We also have to follow the rules when selling goods in the black market. You just let you try the card here."

Then the boss pointed to the wooden sign in front of the stall and said, "We are not responsible for the goods once they leave the stall. Little girl, you can read, right? If you talk nonsense again, be careful to sue us for defamation."

The boss said with a nonchalant look on his face. The two in front of him looked like rookies who had just come to the black market.

Who else should I kill if not you?

Besides, he didn't break the rules of the black market.

The rules say that there are half real and half fake cards, but the cards on his stall are all real, but they are more consumed and worn out. After one or two uses, they will be completely scrapped.

The vendors around were watching, and even many card masters who came to the black market to shop stopped at this moment.

No matter which world it is, it is human nature to love to watch the excitement, which has nothing to do with the other party's identity.

Perhaps seeing that the girl was about to cry, a male voice in the crowd teased: "Tsk tsk, I say, boss, the little girl is here for the first time, and she is unfamiliar with the place. You are cheating her like this. Isn't it too unkind? Be careful that the black market regulators will come and blacklist you."

The boss heard the voice, his big face trembled, and he put on an innocent expression: "God and heaven, I sell real cards, but the little girl did not operate it properly."

"Even if the black market regulators come, I dare to say this with confidence."

"Sister Xiaoxiao, what's the principle?"

Squeezed in the crowd, Lin Mo grabbed Chu Xiaoxiao and asked the other party not to be impulsive for the time being, and first see what the other party's routine is.

After all, the middle-aged boss looked like an old hand.

"Tsk, the cards with high wear and tear just added balance materials to maintain their lifespan."

"Some low-quality cards will wear out if they are not nurtured by the card maker's source power. After a few cycles, they will be officially classified as scrapped cards."

After Chu Xiaoxiao said this, Lin Mo immediately understood the principle. After all, they are all card makers, and he is still clear about these tricks.

As for the wear and tear of the cards, he is not too worried about this problem.

Because he nurtures the cards, he pays more than just source power.

"Zhou Ziyue, this stupid guy, went to the black market a few times and thought he had figured it out, and even brought his sister with him." Chu Xiaoxiao held her forehead with her hand, her expression was very helpless.

The boss's method is not clever, but just the most superficial routine. People who have been in the black market for many years can see the problem at a glance.

But this trick works well against some newcomers.

They are not selling fake goods. Even if the black market supervisors come over, they can't do anything to them.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Lin Mo said something to Chu Xiaoxiao with a slight smile, and squeezed out of the crowd.

"No, little girl, please leave quickly. The problem is your own."

As he said that, the stall owner waved his hand: "You are really affecting my business here. Everyone is watching. I won't argue with you about ruining my reputation."

"No, today you either refund the money or pay for the card, otherwise don't blame me for ruining your business." Zhou Ziyue looked at the boss angrily, with energy surging between his fists.

Seeing this, everyone around him subconsciously stepped back to avoid a real fight and splattering themselves with blood.

The boss was unafraid, but a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted with a bit of fear on his face: "What are you going to do? This is a black market, you still want to beat people up."

"Everyone, take a look. This pair of young people will beat someone if they can't argue with each other."

After saying that, he pretended to have the courage to stand forward and stretched his neck towards Zhou Ziyue: "Come on, if you have the ability, try touching me today. If you don't dare to reach out, you will be raised by me."

The young man in front of him was dressed so well that he didn't look like a poor man.

As long as he dares to take action, he will take advantage of the situation and lie down on the ground. When the supervisor comes, he will blackmail the other party for 18 million yuan, and then go back to the task after saving, and it will be better to have a few days of leisure.

There is still a big gap in the income of card masters at the bottom compared to some middle and high-level card masters.

But compared to ordinary people, the income of this job is relatively much higher.

But the points gained from any mission are not exchanged for lives.

Zhou Ziyue's eyes were filled with anger.

Looking at the face of the boss in front of him, he originally wanted to beat him up, but now that he was being verbally provoked and with so many people watching, how could he endure it.

Without saying a word, he raised his fist to fight.

As everyone watched, many of them smiled evilly. After waiting for such a long time, they finally got to see a good show.

But just as Zhou Ziyue raised his fist, a figure came out from behind and grabbed him.

Surprised, Zhou Ziyue turned around and saw a young man looking at him with a smile, his lips moving slightly, and he said leisurely: "Young man, don't be too angry, take a step back and the world will be brighter for you."

This person was none other than Lin Mo.

As Lin Mo spoke, he quietly wrote the word "mission" on the other person with his other hand.

Fortunately, Zhou Ziyue was not too stupid. After reacting, his hand relaxed.

Lin Mo saw this and let go of his hand.

"Hey, that's right. Everyone buys and sells in exchange for what they want. What matters is that peace is the most important thing. Harmony makes money, right boss?"

"Is this true, or are you a sensible little brother?" The boss looked at Lin Mo who suddenly came out. Seeing that the other party spoke politely, he couldn't figure out the way for a while, and he also said with an apologetic smile.

Apparently, he didn't know these two people.

The boss rolled his eyes and thought to himself.

Lin Mo finished speaking with a smile, then walked to the stall and squatted down, "Well, little sister, if you have nothing to do, just stand aside and don't affect my purchase of cards."

Zhou Xiaoyu had tears in her eyes. When Lin Mo said this, he was about to retort when Zhou Ziyue grabbed him and stood aside.

Zhou Ziyue had also met Zhou Ziyue on the list of people in the same group of tasks, but the young man in front of him didn't match up with anyone.

"Hey, little brother, whatever card you want, just pick it out and look at it. It's guaranteed to be genuine. We can try the card first and then pay. If there's any problem, we won't charge you."

When the boss saw Lin Mo squatting down and starting to study the cards carefully, he was even more determined. He quickly greeted him with a smile. The cards in his stall would be incomprehensible if he wasn't a card maker. Even if he was a card maker, he wouldn't know. Come and see these low-level materials for yourself.

Lin Mo listened to the boss's words and suddenly paused while looking at the cards.

His eyes couldn't help but sparkle.

He had originally thought about making this request himself.

I didn't expect the boss to be so polite.

After putting down the card calmly, Lin Mo raised a smile on his lips and said, "Boss, is he true to his word?"

"A man, spitting is a problem, but little brother, let's start with this. If you go back and try the card again and there is a problem, you can't come to my place to make trouble like some people do."

The boss reminded him kindly. After saying that, he looked at the Zhou Ziyue brothers and sisters on the side.

"It's easy to say, the boss is a bright person, and I can't do errands. Besides, there are so many people, can we start trying out the card?"

Lin Mo waved his hand and raised his voice a few points.

Hearing this, the boss suddenly felt secretly happy and nodded quickly: "You can try whatever you want. If there is a problem in front of the stall, it will be mine."

After hearing the other party's repeated assurances, Lin Mo was determined, held a prop card between his fingers, and then began to inject source power.