The night in the flower city is always a little restless and ambiguous.

Young people enjoy the nightlife that belongs to this group at this time, the noise of music, the unbridled laughter, and in their opinion, this is their peace.

In the box of the nightclub, Zuo Dao was dressed in an inconspicuous sportswear, wearing a coat and a hat, and wearing a mask on the sofa.

A short time later, a manager came in with several young women.

Left Dao stretched out his hand to stop:

"There's no need for these, the fat man asked me to come, ten o'clock in the evening."

When the manager heard this, his eyes flashed, and he looked at this person with a little alertness.

"Wait a minute."

After saying that, he beckoned the girls to leave together.

This is a nightclub in the flower city, but in fact, there are some unknown "programs" every week, and Zuo Dao should also come here.

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the box, and a fat man with a wide body and a fat body walked in.

"But I can look forward to you, your loyal fat man hasn't seen you for so long, and the fat has lost two catties!" The fat man closed the door, his voice was loud, and he said loudly with his true feelings.

He bravadly embraced, but he was not so abrupt as to really go up and hug each other.

Zuo Dao also stood up, responding with a restrained "as usual" approach.

He, naturally, "knows" this fat man.

The former master was able to get to know the fat man before he came into contact with Cheng Quan, or some leftover material knowledge and some materials, all of which were obtained here, and the former master at that time was able to get to know the fat man, and there were also some elements of chance, but in Zuo Dao recalled the expenses of the former master all the way in the past, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the former master was the big green leek...

The fat man's surname is Zhang, his full name is rarely known, and his customers call him Fat Man, while others generally call him Fat Man.

A businessman in the gray industry.

The fat man rubbed his hands excitedly, and he looked at Zuo Dao quietly:

"Have a meeting or let's go and see it directly?"

"Go directly," Zuo Dao said without thinking, and when he got up and stood side by side, Zuo Dao suddenly said again:

"Fatty, don't fix those useless "biographies" this time, and have something hard. ”

Zuo Dao deliberately accentuated the words in the "biography".

The smiling fat man was stunned for a moment, he glanced up and down at Zuodao, and hey:

"Brother Zuo, don't think too much, didn't you see that you had just come into contact with it before, so I will try to find you some basic understanding first, have you been led into the door?"

The fat man first mixed up with the gag, after all, can he admit such a thing as a leek?

At the same time, he was slightly vigilant and suddenly asked Zuo Dao, staring at Zuo Dao from the corner of his eye:

"Brother, you can't know the strip, right?"

Zuo Dao, an old Jianghu, would be tested by the other party's words, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly:

"It's "in the door", don't worry, it's a strip, I'll come to you, a fat man?. ”

The fat man doesn't know whether he believes it or not, and his smile is still blooming:

"Well, then take my brother to see the new world today!"

Along the way, the fat man led Zuo Dao to a remote room in the corner of the nightclub, and when he entered, he saw his body clinging to the wall and patting around, and after a while, a secret door opened.

"Come, come with me."

The passage through the secret door was not long, and the two of them did not walk long before they saw an iron door, and next to it was a small long table, on which many masks were placed at random.

"Pick one, brother." The fat man said, picking up a faceling mask and putting it on.

Zuo Dao looked at it, put away the mask, and chose a clown mask.

"The process here will be a little different, in the past, I brought some goods to the fat man, and those things that were more basic, but here are some people who want to sell all kinds of things, or seek some things together, everyone can trust the fat man, so I simply put together a trading field.

The fat man whispered, implying that here, safety and reliability are assured, and he watched the game.

Zuo Dao bowed his head and didn't say much, he also wanted to see the daily life of these "extralegal fanatics".

Pushing open the door, there is a dark field about the size of an exhibition hall inside.

It's hard to imagine that such a place can be vacated in such a nightclub.

At that time, the designer probably put a lot of thought into the layout of the space, Zuo Dao thought.

In the venue, there were more than 70 simple tables and stools, keeping a certain distance from each other, and the point where the two came in was just after ten o'clock in the evening, when more than 40 people had arrived in advance.

They were all wearing masks, and although they weren't exaggerated enough to be over-cloaked, each of them tried to make themselves look like they didn't have any memory points.

The arrival of Zuo Dao and the others attracted a burst of inquiry from some people, but soon they all withdrew their gaze.

No one spoke in the room, so there was an eerie silence.

The fat man walked to the middle at this time, and he patted his palm:

"First of all, you are welcome to come to the reliable fat boy, there are new guests and old customers, there are no too many rules in the trade fair, as long as you don't steal or rob, you can feel free, the guests who don't want to talk have a sketch board on the table, you can write your own needs in it, I won't introduce much else, this trade fair has a lot of people, so you can start first..."

The fat man's words, except for Zuo Dao and a few people in the field who have just arrived to listen, some of them are closing their eyes in the positions they have chosen, these people are obviously already familiar with the situation, and some are picking up the sketchboard and starting to write the content, and some leave their seats to check the position where the content has been written.

"A sling with the power of a curse..... Price Negotiation

"Finding a Powerful Technique..."

"Paid to understand the place where resentment is strong, the scope is no more than the flower city."

"Sell Funeral Flowers.... It can be cash, or equivalent.'

『......』

Zuo Dao walked in the field to look at the past, and found that the seller basically did not take out the physical object, and those who reached the intention wrote each other to determine the content, and then walked out of the field under the guidance of the fat man, which should be to confirm the goods and information.

"I have a headache, I don't know the mysterious knowledge of this world, I don't even know what they are selling, it would be good to say if I could see the real thing, but it would be difficult to describe it in words." Zuo Dao watched silently, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, the regret of intellectual curiosity is often the most difficult for people like him.

At this moment, the contents of a table he walked to caught his attention, and Zuodao's eyes moved slightly.

"Out, spiritual materials, spell bombs."

Zuo Dao stood in front of the table, picked up the extra sketchboard on the table and wrote under the watchful eye of the table owner.

"Spiritual materials, spell bombs, what do you need?"

"Money, you can inspect the goods, cash or bearer transfer."

Seeing this, Zuo Dao nodded, he learned from the other people in the field, and said hello to the fat man, and the other party trotted all the way over.

"I lead you." The fat man looked at the contents of the sketchboard of the two and said.

The fat man led the two of them to a dark room of less than six square meters and retreated, continuing to be busy.

It can also be found from this left road, this fat man is also hard-working, or maybe this flat trading model can gradually win so many "extralegal fanatics" to gather here, after all, this kind of thing, the less people participate, the better, rather than the bigger the lively card, the better.

In the dark, the owner of the table remained silent, and he took out his goods from the small bag on his waist.

A diary-sized piece of pure white paper, and a bullet with a slight post-processing on the bullet, as if its number had been removed, and he copied the sketchboard and wrote after placing it.

"Spiritual materials, 20,000 Huayu coins, bullets, 200,000."

Zuo Dao looked at this price, was silent, and wrote:

"It's expensive"