Chapter 374: The Legendary Black Market! Crazy?!

After pulling an all‑night sprint and working at a frantic pace, the Black Market shopfront was finally completed.

When Lin Yang first set foot on the Black Market's entrance, he was taken aback by this massive underground market.

Looking around, the bustling crowd was as numerous as ants.

There were no shouts here, only people pulling down their hat brims to whisper inquiries, or pretending to wander aimlessly.

"Why are there so many people? What day is it today?" Lin Yang asked.

The Little Brother beside him replied, "Yang Ge, the Black Market doesn't have a market‑day notion; it's crowded every day."

"What do they come here to buy?" Lin Yang asked again.

The Little Brother said, "A lot—art pieces, antiques, old goods dug up from the earth, and all sorts of medicines banned on the market."

"There are also gambling stones, gambling money, and some who seek Fortune Tile are hoping to scavenge here."

"But compared to buyers, there are even more sellers."

"You see, the most numerous Black Market establishments are pawnshops."

The Little Brother pointed a Finger; a row of tidy pawnshops lined up like a long dragon.

At each doorway, heads swarmed, making the scene exceptionally lively.

"Why are pawnshop businesses this good?" Lin Yang said, puzzled.

The Little Brother looked around, leaned in, and whispered, "Because professional thieves, after finishing their jobs each day, come here to fence their loot."

"They sell the stolen antique jade treasures to pawnshops; these items have dubious origins, and no one outside dares to buy them."

"The Black Market has no such reservations; as long as you have goods, no matter the size, it will take them all."

"As for the pawnshop owners, they know these 'one‑time' treasures have no chance of redemption."

"So they bid higher than outside pawnshops and also have dedicated selling channels."

Ah, I see…

Lin Yang suddenly understood.

In short, the Black Market is a criminal's paradise.

At that moment, he noticed a man in black clothing, wearing a hat, approaching a sparsely populated pawnshop mysteriously.

He slipped his arm into his coat, using the overcoat to conceal the treasure on his body.

After a brief talk with the pawnshop clerk, he took the treasure out of his coat.

It was a teal‑green porcelain, gourd‑shaped, its surface shimmering with Radiance, quite exquisite.

Following the pawnshop owner's inspection, the two reached an agreement: one hand handed over money, the other handed over the goods.

The transaction was that simple; no receipt was even required.

"Warlord not involved?" Lin Yang asked curiously.

The Little Brother replied, "The Black Market Boss is the Warlord leader's younger brother; they are blood‑brothers, so that tie won't be meddled with."

"Moreover, the Black Market provides the Warlord with large Offering of money and treasures each quarter; it's a win‑win, why wouldn't they?" the Little Brother explained.

Hearing that, Lin Yang realized why Su Yang chose this spot to disperse goods.

Since it's a Three No-Management Area, it's perfect for smuggling.

Thinking of that, a Smile tugged at his mouth, "Come, take me to the shop for a look."

"Yang Ge, this way please."

The two weaved through the Black Market's murky, filthy streets and soon arrived at an unremarkable Corner area.

Looking up, the signboard bore four bold characters: Vibrant Seafood.

Looking down, the interior was simple: a few fish tanks, a cash register, and a freezer.

The fish tanks held over ten small Yellow Fish swimming aimlessly, full of vigor.

Beyond that, there were no other seafood varieties.

"Indeed sufficiently 'vibrant.'" Lin Yang laughed heartily.

Inside, Zhao Xian, who was adjusting an aerator, heard the laugh and thought a customer had arrived; peeking out, he saw it was Lin Yang.

"Arrived?"

"Yes, today's opening; the Boss sent me to preside," Lin Yang nodded slightly.

As he spoke, he entered the shop like a leader conducting an inspection, checking the basic facilities.

After circling around, he said satisfied, "Brothers, your hands and feet are swift; you've got it looking proper so quickly."

"Weiwu Hall handles it, rest assured," Zhao Xian said with a hint of pride.

He wouldn't claim anything else, but regarding efficiency, he truly hasn't been outdone.

All supporting facilities were completed within a day; the renovation involved repainting the walls of the original shop.

As for those Yellow Fish…

Zhao Xian had gone to a fishing village before dawn this morning to buy them from a fisherman.

They were not only fresh but also full of vigor.

"Not bad." Lin Yang reached into the tub, teased the fish, flicked off the droplets, and said:

"According to tradition, an opening requires a wealth‑bringing ceremony, but since it's in the Black Market and our business can't be taken public, we'll skip the ceremony."

Speaking, he produced the red wine he'd prepared earlier, a Smile on his mouth, and said, "Brothers, let's clash a few cups, toast together, wishing prosperous business and that the Six Directions Association grows ever better!"

"Alright!"

Zhao Xian didn't hesitate, took out several wine glasses and poured the wine.

Immediately the group gathered, raised their glasses together and shouted, "Opening auspicious, all things smooth!"

The crowd drank in one gulp, let out a long sigh, and laughed heartily.

"Hang the signboard, I declare the Black Market officially open!" Lin Yang waved his hand grandly.

The Little Brothers, as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood, immediately obeyed.

These arms are now the lifeblood of the Six Harmonies Society and also the key to their rise.

Once they are sold out completely, endless wealth and status await them.

When that time comes, and the Six Harmonies Society recruits manpower, this group will become the elders of the gang, holding power and influence.

The so‑called Donghai Hall Mingguang Building can be stepped on to death with a single foot.

Yet just as everyone was daydreaming about the future, the First Place customer had already arrived.

"Please come in," Lin Yang said with a courteous smile.

The person, looking startled and uncertain, glanced at the sign, then at the interior décor, and asked, "What do you sell here?"

"Seafood," Lin Yang replied matter‑of‑factly.

"Nothing else?" the man continued.

Lin Yang pointed to the notice board and said, "We only sell specific seafood; we don't touch anything else."

The man stared into the fish tank and found that only small Yellow Fish of that kind were present.

And the freezer contained only fish roe; nothing else.

"Selling seafood in the Black Market, Nerve disease…"

He only glanced at it and, feeling uninterested, pursed his lips and left.

Indeed, every inch in the Black Market is worth its weight in gold; not only are the shop rents high, but customers' tastes are also picky.

Anyone who can hand over an entry ticket to come here is after something rare.

Why go through great trouble to buy at the Black Market when the same items can be bought outside?

The coastal area of Jinshan City is full of seafood; outside, you can grab handfuls, and the prices are cheap.

Yet a shop that specializes in seafood appears here, absurdly selling only small Yellow Fish.

With few varieties and high prices, which fool would patronize such a loss‑making trade?

Consequently, many passersby later came in out of curiosity to size it up.

After all, a newly opened shop usually has some attractive fresh items.

Yet after a quick look around, everyone left muttering curses.

The most common comment heard was—

"Nerve disease!"