Chapter 1069

Then he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Young Lady Zhao, Young Lady Zhao, wait a moment!"

Zhao Chi felt the woman looked very familiar.

He couldn't remember where he'd seen her.

The woman shouted again: "Miss Zhao Si, it's me, Shopkeeper Wanyan—I want to talk to you."

Hearing those two names, Zhao Chi's whole body jolted.

Shopkeeper Wanyan!?

The female owner of the clothing shop on Thick Fragrance Food Street?

Zhao Chi quickly took a careful look—indeed it was her!

Her hairstyle had changed, her clothes had changed, but her face hadn't.

Still that well-maintained, lightly mature face of a woman around thirty.

Shopkeeper Wanyan swept a glance at Zhao Chi, then her gaze slid past him toward the pedestrians in the distance.

At the time Zhao Chi had been piloting Gu Qing's transaction, so Shopkeeper Wanyan didn't know Zhao Chi.

But how could she be here?

Shopkeeper Wanyan rushed past Zhao Chi in great agitation, her high heels clacking noisily.

What she was wearing now wasn't as flashy as before; instead she wore a high-end black uniform.

Looking like a manager at this trading house.

Far off, she was still shouting loudly, drawing quite a few men's gazes.

Soon she rushed back again, charging toward the other side of the street to shout.

But of course she could never find "Zhao Si"—"Zhao Si" was right beside her.

After a while, Shopkeeper Wanyan finally walked back slowly, dejected.

Zhao Chi followed her from a distance into the trading house.

But she went straight into the office—Zhao Chi couldn't get in.

Still, it stood to reason that she was looking for Zhao Chi because of the stockings.

Before, he only knew she was with the resistance, but didn't know which branch.

Zhao Chi had looked into several resistance factions; those connected to the black market were the hidden ones.

They should be neutral.

And the fashion items he'd sold her earlier—she said she'd given them to resistance personnel, and Zhao Chi had no way to know if that was true.

But afterward Li Ruanyu's legs were wearing this kind of stocking, and she said a friend had given them to her.

So from this point alone, Shopkeeper Wanyan was probably telling the truth back then.

Since they could give away such expensive fashion items, it largely proved Shopkeeper Wanyan and her people weren't bandits—bandits wouldn't do something like that.

People—or factions—who could be so willing to part with profit might not necessarily be "good people," but at the very least they were worth making contact with.

Moreover, 2-gold-coin fashion items—they gave them away just like that, and more than one piece, which meant they weren't short on money.

Perhaps he could sell them the stockings in one batch.

There—didn't that open up a sales channel?

And a distribution channel at that.

Once they got the stockings, they might even supply them to Li Ruanyu and the others.

That way Zhao Chi would get money, and Li Ruanyu and the other resistance members would get nice fashion items—two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chi immediately hailed a carriage.

"Friend, where to?"

"To the caravan staging area, Zone 8C, spot 131."

"Friend, people like us aren't allowed into the caravan staging area—I can only take you to the outside."

"The outside is fine. Can this wing-bat fly a bit lower?"

Zhao Chi had 10 Constitution; even if it wasn't flying high, he definitely wouldn't die from a fall.

"Sure, sure—80 silver coins."

"Fine, here you go."

Zhao Chi paid the silver coins.

The driver beckoned, and the wing-bat obediently lowered itself.

Lowering the seat down to right in front of Zhao Chi's legs.

The driver strapped Zhao Chi in securely, then said to the wing-bat: "Location 1, fly low."

The wing-bat let out a screech, then swiftly flew upward.

Zhao Chi asked in astonishment: "Huh? Aren't you going?"

The driver laughed: "Of course I'm not going. Don't be afraid, friend—off you go."

Whoooosh~ whoooosh~

The wing-bat beat its wings and took to the air.

An intense push-back sensation.

No—a push-butt sensation.

The wind whistled past Zhao Chi's ears as he gripped the ropes on either side tightly.

The wing-bat really wasn't flying high—only about ten meters off the ground—but it was fast.

Like riding a roller coaster.

His heart stayed clenched the whole time.

Moreover, Zhao Chi didn't dare to open his mouth — if he did, his face would probably warp out of shape.

Zhao Chi felt a twinge of regret, watching the height and speed, silently calculating in his heart.

He'd only put stat points into Vitality — he definitely wouldn't die from the fall…

The wing-bat soared the whole way.

The sky wasn't lonely — there were other wing-bats carrying passengers. He hadn't noticed before, but now, up in the air, he could see quite a few.

Some passengers were screaming in panic, others chuckling to themselves.

There was even an elven woman howling wildly, slinging some unidentified liquid and splashing it all along the way.

Zhao Chi was watching with amusement when the wing-bat began its descent.

Only five minutes had passed, and they had already arrived.

They had reached that street thick with the smell of barbecue.

Zhao Chi hurried down and thanked the wing-bat.

The wing-bat screeched once more and flew off into the distance.

It really was fast.

Zhao Chi pushed through the barbecue stalls, running all the way back to the caravan camp.

The soldiers were chatting loudly.

Seeing Zhao Chi return, they merely nodded at him and went right on chatting.

Zhao Chi first stored the eight barrels of fire oil into his temporary space.

In an instant, most of the fire oil vanished.

The system immediately popped up a transaction-successful message.

Now only the fire oil priced above 40 silver coins remained unsold.

The rest of the fire oil had been sold, bringing in a total of 183 gold coins.

But the stockings weren't selling fast — only the ones registered at the Ruby Exchange had sold out, including the 7-gold-coin pair.

Shopkeeper Wanyan had probably bought those.

At the other two exchanges, only stockings priced under 5 gold coins had sold for now.

Although the goods were definitely good stuff, they might be lacking some exposure.

And the price really wasn't cheap.

No matter how good the stats were, people with money were still a minority.

On top of that, each order had a large quantity, so ordinary people couldn't afford it either.

Merchants might be interested too, but they were in it for profit — if the cost was too high, they'd have to think it over as well.

No need to rush — there was still time.