Chapter 206: Congratulations to Cai Mao on Becoming Sales Director

Finally having sent away those "well‑meaning" agents from the Supervision Bureau, Cai Mao leaned against the bar counter and let out a long breath of foul air.

He politely declined the assistance offered by the authorities, even though the Supervision Bureau meant well.

The Supervision Bureau's reach is too long; the "help" it provides often comes with invisible ropes and costs.

He would rather struggle with his brothers in this chaotic eighth district than be absorbed into that cold order, forced to lose the last bit of autonomy.

Only, having refused the authorities, how are they supposed to walk their future path?

The mines in the Black Stone Mountain Range can no longer be exploited, the recent smuggled supplies have dried up, and his subordinates are all anxious……

Cai Mao massaged his throbbing temples, feeling a deep helplessness surge in his heart.

In an unnoticed corner, the idle old television at the bar's edge suddenly emitted a "Zzla" sound, and the screen immediately flickered with snow‑like static.

Usually no one watches this TV; although it contains a Source Crystal considered precious in the Slum, it is merely forgotten in the corner.

The snow‑like static on the screen danced wildly, but no longer chaotic; it began to coalesce into strings of flowing, green‑glowing "0" and "1" Data Streams.

The Data Streams seemed alive as they spewed from the screen, quickly sketching humanoid shapes in the dim bar air.

The light wasn't blinding; the glowing green lines, like 3D printing, built the newcomer point by point.

When the final strand of Data Stream merged, the light dimmed slightly, and Ying Duo materialized before the old TV.

The short green‑glowing hair still bore a faint halo, and the golden pupils shone especially bright in the dim light, exuding an inorganic calm.

Yang Yixie instantly saw Cai Mao's hair, a riot of colors as if a palette had been tipped over.

Ying Duo walked over silently; Cai Mao was still questioning his life when an icy hand rested on his shoulder……

Cai Mao's body tensed instantly, his hand reaching instinctively to his waist, though he knew it might be useless.

In his peripheral vision he caught that familiar Ying Guang Lu, yet he did not lower his guard, merely turning back to stare intently at Ying Duo, his throat a bit dry.

"Saint, Saint… what is this........"

He recalled that Ying Duo had left early with those Little Ghosts that the Mitra brought—when did he return?

Ying Duo paid no heed to Cai Mao's wariness, simply asking calmly:

"Can the guild sell equipment on our behalf?"

Ying Duo saw Cai Mao still frozen, apparently not grasping the question, shook his head inwardly, and had to describe the request more precisely for this artificial idiot.

"I've manufactured a batch of equipment and need the guild to find channels to sell them."

Cai Mao quickly steadied himself, his gaze scanning Ying Duo's inhuman entrance, recalling the Aberrant Arts he had previously displayed, and asked cautiously.

"Are you saying, Saint… to sell some special goods through our channels?"

Ying Duo nodded appreciatively; this NPC finally understood the player's intent.

"I provide the finished products, you find buyers, um… you can accept the middle transaction fee."

Cai Mao's heart thumped heavily; Ying Duo said he would provide "finished products"........

This "finished product" is probably far from ordinary.

Probably Ying Duo's initial purpose in contacting them was this, if

Ying Duo came for this! Those kids who are unusually fanatical about him might also have been affected by his bizarre Aberrant Arts!

Is it a mental type?

The more Cai Mao thought about it, the more powerless he felt.

Ordinary people appear too fragile before a Special Ability Practitioner.

He licked his slightly cracked lips, trying to make his voice sound steadier.

"I don't know which kind of 'finished product' the Saint refers to? Ordinary swords, guns, and firearms—there are some channels in the eighth district, but the profit is thin and competition fierce........."

"Firearms."

Ying Duo cut him off; although playing a warrior with dazzling skill effects can look cool, he still prefers mage‑archer type damage dealers.

He had wanted to do this before; in a game with such freedom, he could easily hire someone to procure materials and sell the finished products.

The price gap alone would be enough for him to make a good profit.

The problem is, his plan was doomed from the start; carrying his own firearms, he kept hitting walls, and merchants in Tianmian City simply wouldn't buy his equipment!

Those are genuine, high‑quality green‑grade gear!

Especially now, all the stock in his backpack was allocated for the Last Hit on the Stone‑Man leader.

Although the kid got the money, the backpack became completely empty.

Hearing the word 'firearms,' Cai Mao's eyes gradually brightened, his previous fatigue and helplessness replaced by excitement.

Firearms are exactly the most scarce and lucrative hard currency in the black market and even some gray zones!

"These... these supplies are hard to find; Saint, can you provide them steadily?"

Cai Mao's voice lowered further, his body involuntarily leaning forward, and at that moment, this 'Saint' for the first time did not equate to trouble in his eyes.

"Stable—so long as the materials are sufficient, we can provide as much as you need."

Ying Duo affirmed, while Yang Yixie was perusing the newly unlocked blueprints after his modification level increased.

They were the ones he couldn't craft before due to insufficient modification level.

"I need you to first help me acquire some materials........"

Ying Duo ranted on endlessly, and almost as soon as he began speaking, Cai Mao, like a tiger pouncing, snatched the ledger notebook from the bar and began noting it down.

When Ying Duo finished, Cai Mao glanced at the densely written list of material names.

Honestly, these aren't hard‑to‑get items; the materials aren't expensive, but the manufacturing techniques for the firearms are costly.

Cai Mao's mind raced rapidly.

This essentially means the Saint has mastered firearm manufacturing, while they are responsible for supplying raw materials and external sales.

The risk lies in acquiring raw materials and official investigations, but the profit.........

Think of those mercenaries waving money, just to purchase a good gun.

For mercenaries who operate in the wasteland, this is almost equivalent to their own lives.