The weakest profession? Please, it's just that you don't know how to use it.

Arriving at the black market, there were few people.

The black market is the focus of crackdowns in every city.

But most of the time, you can buy what you really need here.

Chen Feng was wrapped up tightly, wearing a hat and a mask, and he didn't look like a serious person.

He stopped in front of a black market stall that specializes in selling basic raw materials such as iron ore and diamonds.

"Boss, tell me what you like, it's definitely cheap here."

The stall owner was a wretched man with big pimples on his face and a few hairs on it, and he exuded the aura of a profiteer.

"Iron ore, standard version, how much is it per piece?"

Chen Feng's purpose was very clear, and he directly stated his needs.

The stall owner frowned, and a hint of an elusive sly smile appeared on his face.

Although Chen Feng was wrapped tightly and wearing a mask, he could still tell that Chen Feng was not very old.

And he must have unspeakable difficulties for being so shameless, so he could make a good profit.

"The original price is two hundred, but since you are destined to be together, I will sell it to you for one hundred and eighteen."

Chen Feng frowned slightly. This price far exceeded his psychological expectations.

The stall owner keenly captured Chen Feng's emotions and continued:"The country has been strictly checking recently. This iron ore is not easy to get. In addition, the college entrance examination is coming soon, right?"

He pointed out the key words again, trying to test Chen Feng's bottom line.

If he is really a college entrance examination candidate, then one hundred and eighteen will never be reduced.

Use psychological tactics to drag him down.

Seeing that Chen Feng was still hesitating, the stall owner was determined to eat this young man to death.

However, the next moment, Chen Feng shook his head and turned away.

One hundred and eighty?

You might as well go rob.

The national market price is just over one hundred, and you can't raise the price by 80% in the black market.

Sure enough, not long after walking, another stall owner stopped Chen Feng.

This is a middle-aged uncle

"Young man."

He also saw Chen Feng's identity at a glance.

It turned out that the mask and hat were not worn.

"I see you want to buy standard iron ore, right?"

"I'll sell it to you for 140 yuan. Do you think it's suitable?"

The price dropped by 40 yuan instantly.

This made Chen Feng slightly surprised.

How dark was the guy with pimples on his face?

"The person you just met is a famous black profiteer here. He only cheats people like you who don't often come to the black market. How can standard iron ore be sold for 180 yuan, right?"

In fact, Chen Feng knew very well that it might not be sold for 140 yuan, after all, this thing has a large market circulation.

But when he thought of the middle-aged uncle in front of him, he was very pious and didn't look like a profiteer.

Others can't make nothing. Sometimes, if you let the seller make more money, the other party may be willing to reveal more information to you.

This is the truth that Chen Feng summed up every time he asked scalpers to help redeem scratch cards.

"Deal, one hundred and forty."

The transaction was completed very quickly, Chen Feng paid the money and the other party delivered the goods.

Because of the system warehouse, the iron ore can be directly stuffed in, and ordinary means cannot be detected at all.

This is one of the reasons why the black market is so rampant now.

There are exactly eight thousand four hundred yuan in my parents' savings certificate, which is just enough to make up the money for sixty standard iron ores.

But there is still one hundred and forty yuan short of the target of two hundred.

So Chen Feng asked:"Uncle, is there any place to recycle weapons?"

The middle-aged uncle seemed to hear some forbidden words, and lowered his voice and said:"We dare not touch this, it will be too painful if we are caught"

"However," he looked at the stall owner Chen Feng had first met at the entrance of the black market,"I heard that he is buying these things. If you want, you can find him." He finally understood why a profiteer like the pimpled man could survive in the black market here. A bold man can really get by anywhere.

And as luck would have it, Chen Feng is also a bold man.

"Collect weapons?"

Chen Feng came to the pimple man and asked directly.

He chuckled, looked around and said:"Collect, what types?"

"Pistol, self-made"

"It’s private goods, what’s the level?"

"E-level, the most basic pistol, a probability weapon."

Hearing this, the pimpled man frowned.

"Probability weapons, that can't be sold at a high price, but it's not impossible to take it, let me see."

Chen Feng took out an ordinary pistol from the warehouse and handed it to him.

"A probability of 0.02 in 10,000? Too low, too low. Twenty yuan, what do you think of the price?"

Only twenty yuan, which was far lower than Chen Feng expected.

But it was actually reasonable. After all, strictly speaking, the probability weapon he made was useless, and it was only at the level of ordinary people's self-defense.

But if it could only be sold for twenty yuan, it would be difficult for Chen Feng to achieve a virtuous economic cycle.

So Chen Feng squatted down, his eyes were extremely solemn and he said:"To tell you the truth, my probability weapon is not simple."

"Don't be fooled by its surface data, in fact, the probability of this pistol triggering the effect is close to 10%, or even more"

"Bullshit!"

The lumpy man didn't believe it at all.

But Chen Feng held his hand and said,"Well, let's find a place to check the goods and you'll know."

Seeing Chen Feng so mysterious, the lumpy man also became interested.

The two came to an abandoned community that was sparsely populated.

Chen Feng took out a pistol from the warehouse and loaded it with bullets he had brought from the shooting range earlier.

After finding a few bricks as targets, he raised his hand and fired three shots.

There was a gunshot in the middle that was so crisp that it actually went straight through the bricks on the ground.

The lumpy man's heart trembled, and he stared at the gun in Chen Feng's hand in disbelief.

"It was triggered once in three shots?"

"Now you believe it, right?"

The pimpled man took the pistol and fired a few rounds at the brick. When he pulled the trigger for the fifth time, the probability effect was triggered, and the brick was completely shattered.

He was shaking with shock.

"The probability is actually different from what the data shows, it's amazing!"

Chen Feng smiled faintly,"So now we can renegotiate the price, right?"

""How many do you have?" he asked.

After thinking for a while, Chen Feng said,"Including this one, there are a total of 270."

Chen Feng also counted the weapons made with free school materials.

A big order!

The pimple man was excited.

If he could really collect so many magical probability weapons at one time, it would not be impossible to turn over.

"The probability is very high, but the power is a bit weak, so only the lower-level teams have demand, and the price still cannot be raised."

He is still working hard to highlight the low value of the weapon.

"Well, since we are destined to be together, I will take a loss and buy it for 61. How about that?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and began to test the other party's bottom line.

"You know, the country has been fighting hard recently, and I spent a lot of effort to make this weapon, so it can't be less than 80."

The pimple man obviously hesitated for a moment, but when he looked at the bricks pierced by bullets not far away, he finally nodded.

"OK, eighty is eighty."

"Deal."

Chen Feng shook hands with the other party calmly.

"Two hundred and seventy pistols, to be delivered at the entrance of the black market in twenty days."

The pimpled man wanted to refuse,"Can you let me take one home to study first?"

Chen Feng frowned, his tone a little unhappy,"Brother, is this your first day in the black market?"

The pimpled man was stunned by Chen Feng.

He sounded like a student?

Why did he sound like a seasoned man?

Did he use a voice changer?

Chen Feng said nothing more, finished his work and ran away.

Two hundred and seventy pistols, 80 yuan each, that's 21,600 yuan.

It's enough to buy the remaining iron ore, and even exceeded the plan by a lot.

The extra money can also be used to buy some health products for his parents.

But there is a prerequisite.

That is, Chen Feng must run very fast when delivering the goods, and leave no trace.