Chapter 376: First Bucket of Gold in Hand! Darkness Beneath the Lamp!

The bright banknotes emitted a scent that was truly enticing.

Had any of those present ever seen so much money?

Gurgle~

Someone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his eyes blazing as if to burn through the Wooden Box.

Huzi trembled even more as he reached toward the Wooden Box, wanting to grasp the banknotes himself and then take a hard breath!

Halfway through reaching, reason took the upper hand.

He knew this deal was only the beginning; it hadn't reached the stage of a settled agreement yet.

In other words, this money still doesn't count as the Six‑Harmony Society's assets!

Zhao Xian, after all, was a person who had seen the Great World, so in theory this million‑plus sum shouldn't be a big storm in his eyes.

But the Six‑Harmony Society has been truly poor these years.

On the books it never exceeds seven digits, and the money obtained from 'Mo Jin' is spent in various forms.

Now, just selling Yellow Fish and fish roe can easily earn so many banknotes, and the heart can't help but pound wildly.

Lin Yang paused briefly, then said, "…Your Excellency really is a lion with a big mouth, opening it for a hundred‑thousand discount; do you think our 'Fresh Seafood' is doing charity?"

"Bulk gets priority, that's what the Boss himself said," the man in black replied.

"Discounts are natural, but I decide the quantity," Lin Yang patted the fish tank.

The man in black said nothing, his eyes beneath the brim flickering slightly.

He had already shown his sincerity, bringing the money before even inspecting the goods.

But the other side remained unmoved, never giving in.

Normally, the man in black would have tossed his head and left long ago.

Giving no face at all.

But…

'Seafood' now is miles away and impossible to find; under strict control, there is demand but no market.

Even though occasionally some fearless people smuggle, the volume is minuscule, fundamentally unable to meet the massive demand.

At present, having finally found a shop daring enough to sell in large quantities, the man in black and his backers are very excited.

"Then tell me, what's the discount method?" the man in black chose to take a step back.

"170 pieces of fish roe, no more," Lin Yang said.

"175 pieces."

Lin Yang smiled at the words, "I dislike haggling the most; if Your Excellency insists on this small favor, then please leave."

"I won't do this deal any longer."

Saying so, he pushed the Wooden Box over.

The man in black, seeing his resolute attitude, gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Fine, 170 is 170, I'll buy it!"

Lin Yang's face broke into a full smile, and he reached out, saying, "Pleasant cooperation."

The man in black didn't rush to shake hands, but said, "I have a condition: whenever there's stock, I want first priority."

"No problem, you are our Fresh Seafood's first customer, this request can be fully met," Lin Yang nodded in agreement.

In this trade, one doesn't look at short‑term profit; one must have a long‑term vision.

Once you get a start, twice you get familiar; with repeat customers, you can maximize the disposal of this hot‑potato.

Then, the man in black and Lin Yang clasped hands, and the former finally revealed the eyes hidden beneath his brim.

They were a pair of eagle‑like eyes, extremely sharp.

Lin Yang fetched a blank sheet, wrote a series of addresses on it, "2 a. m., pick up the goods here."

The man in black took it, examined it carefully, then said, "Your goods won't disappoint me, right?"

"Of course, our shop deceives neither young nor old; we keep our word," Lin Yang nodded.

Then he waved, and Huzi immediately scooped ten Yellow Fish from the tank into a black plastic bag.

Another Little Brother took the corresponding amount of fish roe from the freezer and packed it.

Oxygenating and bagging were done in one breath, and Lin Yang handed the purchased goods to him.

The man in black gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

When he was far away, Huzi finally couldn't hold back, leapt onto the Wooden Box and inhaled a massive breath, a top‑grade lung‑piercing wave.

"So fragrant…"

He was seen with a face full of intoxication, deeply addicted.

Seeing his demeanor, the other Little Brothers also began to imitate.

The table was surrounded by people lying down; an onlooker might think they were inhaling some prohibited substances.

Zhao Xian, irritated, gave them a tug on the butt, "Don't get saliva on it."

Huzi twisted his body and inhaled two more breaths, imprinting the strong scent deep in his heart before reluctantly leaving.

Zhao Xian's stern expression couldn't help but break under the huge lure of money.

He was seen actually imitating Huzi's action, also taking a hard breath.

Huzi, seeing this, was startled, "Boss, you wouldn't let me inhale, how did you manage to inhale yourself?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh…"

Lin Yang just smiled at this; he had long ago seen three million in volume, and this money was nothing to him.

But anyway, it's still the First Bucket of Gold.

His heart was also quite delighted.

Zhao Xian, having satisfied his Nose habit, calmly asked, "Is it too smooth? Why does it feel so easy?"

Lin Yang cast a puzzled glance.

Zhao Xian paused, then continued, "I mean, he opened his mouth and bought so much—could there be a scam inside?"

Indeed, the Black Market is a place that doesn't inquire about origins or provenance.

Yet he still worries whether the man in black might be a spy sent by the Warlord.

After all, the Boss of the Black Market has an inseparable blood‑line relationship with the Warlord.

The other side surely understands the slang "seafood."

He fears the man in black might come to probe details.

"Your worries are completely unnecessary; the Hall Master has already deployed a meticulous plan and anticipated this."

"We sell seafood by nature; he spends money, we provide goods—fully within the rules."

"Retreat ten thousand steps, say, even if he truly is a spy, what fear is there?"

"We have already placed the arms at the given address; even if discovered, this cannot be taken as evidence," Lin Yang said.

Zhao Xian thought it over and nodded silently.

He then asked, "Even if he isn't testing us, over time our shop will likely draw attention."

Lin Yang was unfazed, "We thrive in the darkness under the lamp; once they notice, our business will have already shifted from the Black Market to the outside."

"What we need now is to accumulate original customers; once the numbers reach a certain point, opening a shop becomes irrelevant."

Zhao Xian's eyes brightened, "Has the Hall Master already calculated everything?"

"Of course. For this head‑cutting business, how could we dare act without proper deployment?" Lin Yang nodded slightly.

"I understand…" Zhao Xian exhaled a hidden sigh of relief.

His worries were not superfluous; on the contrary, such a mindset is reasonable.

After all, walking on the knife's edge, a normal person's thoughts always calculate a fallback.

Su Yang had already considered these matters; he stayed up all night making mind maps, foreseeing every possibility and devising corresponding countermeasures.

"Now have the brothers of Weiwu Hall place the goods in position," Lin Yang ordered.

"I'll go!" Huzi volunteered.

"Bring a few more people; Hall Master Zhao, you personally keep watch, and be sure the goods remain intact and safe," Lin Yang said seriously.

"Alright!" Zhao Xian answered in one breath.