Chapter 375: Customers Arrive! Doing Business with Me… Must Follow My Rules!

A tall, burly Little Brother suddenly couldn't stand it, raised the steel pipe at his side and went to demand an explanation.

"You motherf***er, give it back to me—what's the point of insulting?"

Yet in the face of his threat, the people merely sneered and smiled, showing no sign of fear on their faces.

"Hu Zi, sit down!" Zhao Xian commanded in a low voice.

"Boss, didn't you hear him just insult? We're open for business, we can sell whatever we want, does it bother him?" Hu Zi said with a disgruntled face.

"You know we're open for business; customers are heaven, and he's just a pile of dung on the ground, yet you still have to smell the fragrance." Zhao Xian lectured.

"But I can't swallow this indignity!" Hu Zi's chest heaved.

"The Black Market has its own rules; if you dare to act here, not even the Gang leader can protect your head!" Zhao Xian scolded.

Hu Zi felt extremely aggrieved; wherever he went within the Six Harmonies Society's territory, he was always respected.

When the market rushes, stepping into the bustling city, all kinds of fine cigarettes and fine liquor are stuffed into the pockets.

When have I ever endured this kind of nonsense?

"If you don't want to work, get lost; no one will indulge you." Zhao Xian realized some of his subordinates had become accustomed to flaunting themselves and needed proper discipline.

Hu Zi drooped his eyelids and whispered, "I know I was wrong, Boss, please don't drive me away."

"Pull in your donkey‑like temper; if it happens again, I'll twist your brain off!" Zhao Xian snorted coldly.

With those words, Hu Zi immediately tossed the steel pipe aside, sat obediently on the small stool, daring not a hint of resentment.

Seeing this, Lin Yang shook his head inwardly.

Compared with professionally trained sales guides, they are still far behind.

Gang members are good at everything, willing to work hard without complaint, and absolutely obedient.

It's just that the Unruly and Untamed temperament is a bit hard to handle.

But for this kind of business, you can't just bring an outsider to run it.

"Hu Zi, don't sulk; we're all family, Hall Master Zhao is also considering the big picture."

Lin Yang soothed, saying, "Once we close the first order, I'll take you all to He Feng Restaurant for a proper feast!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, shouting loudly, "Brother Yang is mighty!"

Zhao Xian was both amused and exasperated; the brothers who were usually loyal before him were dismissed with just a meal.

However, dining at He Feng Restaurant is indeed pricey; as one of South City's famous restaurants, one only splurges there when negotiating big deals.

Otherwise your wallet would be emptied.

Lin Yang did this to spark their enthusiasm, after all, every beginning is hard.

Moreover, according to Feng Jingchu's investigation, many are interested in arms, but they may not understand the "seafood" code.

This code is exclusive to the Li Clan.

Ten years ago, the large gangs that handled this line of business also used those two characters.

Those who understand the "black talk" naturally understand the goods.

Those who don't understand cannot pitch face‑to‑face.

The next half‑day passed with the crowd in boredom.

Many entered, but most left shaking their heads in disappointment.

A small remaining portion actually considered buying seafood.

But when they heard Lin Yang's price, their eyes widened like copper bells, and they ran off without looking back.

Afraid that staying longer would get them slaughtered.

Thus, until lunch time arrived, they still hadn't completed the first order.

Hu Zi, bored to the bone, played with a fly swatter, sighed, "If we can't sell them, does that mean we just smash them in our hands?"

"It's not that simple," Lin Yang shook his head, "If we can't sell them, we not only lose money but also bear risk."

"How about we change the hint into a clear statement?" Hu Zi suggested.

"No way!" Lin Yang and Zhao Xian said in unison, rejecting it outright.

"Do you think you aren't dying fast enough? Put it out in the open, and tomorrow my mother can go to the roadside to collect your corpse." Zhao Xian said.

"Then what to do? This won't work, that won't work either," Hu Zi spread his hands, completely at a loss.

To be honest, the members staying here have never done business before.

They thought it would be simple: hand over money with one hand, goods with the other.

But after actually experiencing it, they found it wasn't that simple.

Yet just as he was complaining, a man in black suddenly appeared at the shop entrance.

"How much for the seafood?"

Lin Yang turned his head and found the person somewhat familiar.

Upon careful recollection, he realized it was the very person who, when first entering the Black Market, was seen carrying porcelain to sell to a pawnshop!

Lin Yang instantly perked up and explained, "There are only two kinds: Yellow Fish and fish roe."

"What's the price for Yellow Fish, and what's the price for fish roe?" the man in black continued.

"Twenty thousand; five thousand."

The next scene directly surprised everyone.

Those who had previously inquired, upon hearing the price, turned and left.

But he remained standing in place, falling into silence.

"Interesting!" Zhao Xian was delighted inside, though outwardly his expression remained as calm as a still well.

"How many?" the man in black suddenly asked.

"Whatever amount is in the fish tank and freezer, that's the amount," Lin Yang smiled.

The man in black entered the shop, glanced at the freezer, and his eyes flickered slightly.

At that moment no one spoke, and the scene fell into an eerie atmosphere.

Zhao Xian felt his heart rise to his throat, and his breathing quickened.

"Do you give a discount for large quantities?" the man in black asked.

"That depends on how large the amount is," Lin Yang said, not giving a direct answer.

"Give me some time," the man in black pressed down his hat brim.

"As you wish," Lin Yang raised his hand to signal.

Immediately the man in black left in a hurry, darting into the crowd and disappearing from sight.

Hu Zi stretched his neck, glanced over, and exclaimed with great surprise: "Is this… someone who knows the goods?"

"It seems so, judging from his sneaky behavior selling porcelain, it's probably not something good," Lin Yang nodded.

Although he doesn't look like a good person, the clientele he deals with are inherently vicious and ruthless.

"Where is he going?" Hu Zi asked curiously.

"It's a matter of great importance; such a deal can't be concluded just because he wants it," Lin Yang said calmly, taking a sip of water.

Hu Zi rubbed his hands excitedly, and the previous gloom was swept away.

As a member of the Six Directions Gang, he naturally hopes to see his own gang grow ever stronger.

Now that the Boss is getting rich, will he still mistreat those below him?

Therefore, at this moment he hopes the first deal be sealed even more eagerly than Lin Yang does.

An hour later, just as everyone waited with anticipation, the man in black returned.

At that moment he carried a Wooden Box, and in front of everyone placed the box on the table.

"I've brought the money; I'd like to see the goods first," the man in black said, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Pay first, inspect later; that's the shop's rule," Lin Yang said, not opening his eyes to the money, but following Su Yang's instructed rule.

"You won't let us see the goods, and you think you can get a free Bai Lang by putting a dozen fish in the tank?" the man in black retorted unyieldingly.

Zhao Xian was about to speak to ease the tension, but Lin Yang cut in firmly:

"Whether you want to buy or not, doing business is a matter of one willing to strike and the other willing to take it."

With those words, everyone's Sweat poured down like rain in nervous tension.

My god, at the time when customers are most scarce, Lin Yang actually turned hard‑hearted, refusing to budge an inch!

Isn't that just driving people away?

However, the man in black's next words filled them with great delight.

He first opened the Wooden Box, revealing the banknotes inside.

"Here's one million; I want ten small Yellow Fish and 180 pieces of fish roe!"