The trade market in the Eastern Domain is huge.
There are not only numerous stalls but also shops.
However,
these shops are rented by big shots or people with connections.
Ordinary people,
even if they have money, do not qualify.
Soon,
after making a big round, Chen Xuan found stall 038.
"Is this the stall?"
It really shattered his mind to think this was the so-called stall.
A wooden sign was stuck in the ground with the red number 038 on it,
centered around the sign, a circle was drawn, about one square meter.
This was the stall.
"Truly... economical!"
After thinking it over, he racked his brain and could only think of the word âeconomicalâ.
Cautiously dragging the White Tiger out of the sack and arranging it a bit.
So,
within the circle,
lay a White Tiger, with its limbs sprawled, though Chen Xuan had maneuvered its head to be raised proudly.
Although it was a dead tiger, it still had a bit of tiger majesty.
After doing all this,
Chen Xuan clapped his hands, not minding the dirt, and sat directly on the ground, waiting for customers.
Fortunately,
it wasnât long before someone passed by his stall,
but they only pointed and commented, not even bothering to ask the price.
These people Chen Xuan saw through as ordinary folks,
not even martial artists,
though the White Tiger was full of treasures, they couldnât afford it.
Of course,
they had no money in their pockets, not even the courage to speak.
About half an hour later,
Chen Xuan was already getting anxious,
no one had asked about the price.
Moreover,
during this half hour, he realized that in this vast Eastern Domain market, there were very few people.
"Why is there no one?"
He had spent 20 big coins to get into this black market,
if he couldnât sell,
heâd be at a huge loss!
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.
Just then,
a short man in black came before the stall.
A round little face, especially those eyes, as small as green beans, really... comical.
He carefully scrutinized for a while.
Just when Chen Xuan thought he was like the others, just looking,
he spoke.
"How much is this tiger?"
Hearing someone ask about the price, Chen Xuan was happy but also embarrassed.
Because he didnât know how much this tiger should be sold for or its value.
So he could only boldly ask, "You make an offer? If itâs reasonable, Iâll sell!"
Upon hearing this,
the short man in black raised an eyebrow, displeased, "Is this your first time at the black market?"
Now it was Chen Xuanâs turn to be depressed.
Was ânewbieâ written on his forehead?
He hadnât said anything, so how did this person guess it was his first time at the black market so quickly?
Seeing his confusion,
the short man smiled and explained, "What you just said shows you donât know the tigerâs value, so you let me bid, right?"
"Yes!"
Seeing through him with one sentence, he could only nod.
"Thatâs it, regular black market goers would find an appraiser within the market to give a price. Of course, this costs money and doesnât come cheap, but itâs much better than selling blindly!"
At that moment,
Chen Xuan showed an awkward smile.
So thatâs how it is!
No wonder.
"Thank you, brother!"
Chen Xuan clasped his hands in thanks.
Then he packed the tiger back into the sack, planning to find the appraiser he mentioned.
"Follow me, Iâll take you there, so you donât wander around like a headless fly!"
"Thank you!"
Chen Xuan, carrying the sack, followed behind him.
"Did you take down this tiger?"
"Just lucky."
"Hehe..., luck is also a kind of strength, and judging by this tiger, brother, youâre quite capable."
"Hehe... not bad!"
....
The two seemed to chat casually.
But Chen Xuan wasnât a fool, he knew this person was probing his strength.
Already on guard, he was just muddling through or laughing it off.
Soon,
at the corner of the far east, the short man in black stopped.
He pointed to a small house nearby, indicating an old man with white hair who was lying on a table, seemingly asleep.
He said to him, "Thatâs the appraiser, Old Qin!"
Then he shouted towards the small house, "Old Qin, youâve got business, stop sleeping!"
"Who dares disturb my peaceful dream, looking for a beating!"
Awoken,
Old Qin was very unhappy.
Just now,
he was about to have an in-depth conversation with a girl in his dream,
damn!
He woke up!
Raising his head and seeing, he immediately cursed, "Li Fang, you lazy scoundrel, always making me appraise this and that, no time, get lost!"
It turned out,
the short man in black was Li Fang, really a black market insider.
So he had free access to this black market.
He almost lived here, roaming the stalls, looking for bargains.
However,
sometimes he couldnât determine values,
hence, he often sought Old Qin.
At first,
thinking Li Fang was from the black market, he gave him face and checked.
But as Li Fangâs requests became frequent,
Old Qin had enough.
Still, Li Fang was a socially adept person.
Often bringing Old Qin good food, wine, and even inviting him to brothels a few times.
And so,
gradually,
Old Qin continued to appraise for him.
Over time, their relationship was anything but ordinary.
They could be called partners in crime.
"This time itâs not for me, itâs for this brother, Iâm bringing you business, you should buy me a drink!"
As he spoke, he pointed to Chen Xuan beside him.
Hearing this, Old Qin finally got up and walked over slowly.
But toward Li Fang, he wasnât friendly, "Buy you a drink? How many drinks do you owe me? And you dare speak? Your face is even thicker than the county government officeâs wall!"
After a curse to feel better, he looked at Chen Xuan and asked, "What do you want appraised? Let me be clear, no matter what it is, valuable or not, I charge 20 coins once I set my eyes on it! And, payment first!"
"Damn! This really is a black market as its name suggests, utterly dark! Even the people are!"
Chen Xuan cursed this black market internally.
But he had no choice,
since he didnât know the value of this tiger after all.
He could only painfully pull out 20 coins and hand them over to Old Qin.
"Well? Arenât you supposed to thank me?"
"Itâs okay, itâs okay!"
The old manâs attitude improved a lot, weighing the coins in his hand, a smile appeared on his face.
At that moment,
Chen Xuan even had a feeling,
was Li Fang acting as a middleman for the old man?
Were they colluding together in this scheme!
However,
having paid already, there was no turning back.
After he took out the White Tiger from the sack,
instantaneously,
seeing the White Tiger, Old Qin was no longer nonchalant like before, becoming very serious.
He carefully examined the White Tiger.
After a long while, he finally uttered a few words, "Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger!"
"Itâs been years since Iâve seen such a tiger."
He then looked at Chen Xuan with a profound meaning, "Did you take it down?"
However,
Chen Xuan wasnât in the mood to talk to this old man about it.
This so-called Hanging Crystal White-jawed Tiger, just from its name sounded so impressive, so he urgently asked, "How much is it worth?"
Only to see Old Qin not speak, he extended a hand.
"Five hundred taels of silver!"