There is no time in the mountains, and there are thousands of years in the world.

Although it is not a thousand years that have passed, for Zhao Jin and Song Qingru, the past two months have indeed been the days of "ignoring things outside the window and only reading the books of sages", but this "book of sages" refers to the knowledge and skills of the spirit master.

The moonlight shines through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the winding paths, and the cold air fills the silence and serenity of the night.

"Squeak~~~"

The small wooden door of the small courtyard of the stone building was gently opened, and Zhao Jin and Song Qingru walked out of it quietly...... Oh no, it's a simple day, immersed in the teachings of Mr. Big and Brother Tiger.

(Lin Tian: Are you polite?) ）

Song Qingru had already gone through the suspension procedures like Zhao Jin two months ago, but people didn't have so many processes to go, just notified the school, after all, their family background is monstrous, and they are very incomparable.

"Miss, Young Master Zhao."

Song Qingru's driver was already very familiar with Zhao Jin, and even in his heart, he already thought that Zhao Jin was the future uncle of their Song family, just because he was the old man of the Song family, he could rest assured that Song Qingru lived in this "ordinary" stone-built courtyard, and he knew that the background of this Zhao Jin and Young Master Zhao was not simple.

Don't tell him anything about the fairy plot of a rich daughter falling in love with a poor boy, it's all a trick used to bluff people in third-rate novels, if you really believe in this kind of bridge, then you are really too naïve. (What he didn't know was that maybe the novel wasn't even third-rate.) ）

Even now, the children of ordinary families pay attention to the right person when they get married, which is not only the right person in terms of material wealth, but also the right person in the spiritual world such as knowledge, conversation, world view, and living habits.

This is real life, we have to land, down-to-earth, and don't fix those vain things.

Don't talk about the very few very few very small probability events that are basically difficult to happen, lest someone really ask that person can't be me?

What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of tiger and wolf word is this? Your ancestral grave is on fire, and it can't be smoked, it has to be burned. A thunderbolt struck down, lit, hit 119, and there was no signal.

Song Qingru didn't care about the cranky thoughts of his own driver, but just nodded lightly.

"Hmm."

Zhao Jin on the side was smiling kindly, of course he knew the ability of these "little people", don't underestimate any driver, because you don't know how fast the news behind him spreads.

Don't take the driver as an improper "intelligence leader", their "driver alliance" Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, should not be underestimated.

The black business car drove out of the alley at a fast pace, heading into the distance, and that direction was getting farther and farther away from the city, which was... The outskirts of the West Side?

"And the black market is here?"

The car stopped, looking through the window at a dark grove enveloped by a hill in the distance, Song Qingru felt a little puzzled.

"Hehe, the black market, can it be called a black market if it's not black?"

Zhao Jin replied with a pun.

"Also, a ghost market has to look like a ghost market, so you say, everyone who goes to this ghost market is a 'ghost'?"

Song Qingru also asked playfully.

"Haha, you're right, there are all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, just like us."

"Then do we have to wear some kind of big black robe, a mask on the face, a cloak on the head, or something?"

After Song Qingru finished speaking, she saw Zhao Jin, who was looking at her with wide-eyed eyes and pretending to be shocked, and couldn't help but snort.

"What are you doing?"

"Wow, why are you so smart? It's my chosen friend! ”

"Okay, don't play tricks, it's important to get down to business."

Song Qingru was amused by Zhao Jin again, for some reason, when she was with Zhao Jin, she felt very happy, and her body and mind were also very comfortable.

Hehe, Lin Tian, Lin Tian, if it weren't for Zhao Jin's lack of ideas about Song Qingru, otherwise this colonel flower goddess would have been taken down by him a long time ago, and if you don't hurry up, you will be crushed by Allah's horn.

"Haha, don't be so serious, na, a wide hooded black robe, a mask, red, white, black, green, yellow, which one do you want?"

Zhao Jin took out two hooded robes and several cartoon masks from the demon refining pot, and unfolded them like playing cards, looking like Song Qingru was choosing.

Zhao Jin has now thought about disguising the demon refining pot as the existence of space storage equipment in front of his friends and acquaintances, and for this reason, he also wore a black ring on the ring finger of his right hand as a decoration.

And Song Qingru in front of her also has a silver ring on her hand, which is a gift from Mr. Big to her apprentice, a space ring with a large space, which is called envy for Zhao Jin!

But with Zhao Jin's emotional intelligence, he will not ask Mr. Big for the same share unbalancedly, you will take what the master gives you, and if the master doesn't give it to you, then there is nothing to do with you.

After all, it is Master's own thing, and it is already a great kindness to be able to teach you something, and you can't take everything for granted, and people still have to figure out their own position.

"Then I have to choose which concubine's brand to turn over today."

Song Qingru stretched out his hand and wandered in front of several masks, looking like the emperor choosing a concubine.

"That's it, Xiao Zhaozi, start driving Kunning Palace."

"Wow!"

Zhao Jin pretended to be a little eunuch, which made the other party laugh again and again.

Song Qingru chose a garden baby in Maka Baka's mask to wear on his face, while Zhao Jin took back the rest of the mask, leaving a mask of Ultraman Tiga to wear on his face.

"Do you believe in light?"

Zhao Jin's pretended serious voice reached Song Qingru's ears, and without looking, Zhao Jin knew that the other party had rolled his eyes.

"Come here."

"What?"

"I'll let you come over for a moment."

"Oh."

Zhao Jin stepped forward, Song Qingru also stretched his head over, and a faint girlish body fragrance wafted into Zhao Jin's nasal cavity, which smelled good, and there was a slight sense of fluttering immortals.

Song Qingru's breath as he spoke also drifted faintly to Zhao Jin's earlobe, which immediately caused him to feel a little itching, and he almost got goosebumps.

"You know, there's no Ultraman in the world."

"What!?"

After saying a word, Song Qingru chuckled and retracted her body, leaving Zhao Jin alone to look at her in shock.

"You... You... You, such a wicked woman! ”

Zhao Jin pretended to be a world view collapse and pointed at Song Qingru, causing the other party to laugh.

The middle-aged driver sitting in front listened to the frolicking of the two, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, it's good to be young!

The two of them quickly put on their black robes and walked slowly into the grove, where a large dark cloud obscured the bright moon in the sky, and the heavy night enveloped them, as if they had melted into this darkness.

"There is an underground air-raid shelter behind this grove, which is said to have been built privately by an unknown wealthy businessman during the Republic of China, and the place that the Xinhai City Geological Bureau has not discovered has been discovered by this unknown force, and a new black market has been opened. But it's a really good place, and it's a great place for a black market. ”

"Didn't you say that there is only one black market in Xinhai City? It's up to the Ping An Hotel. ”

Song Qingru, oh no, or "Makabaka" tilted his head and looked at "Ultraman Tiga", expressing his doubts.

"That's because Xinhai City is too small to accommodate the existence of two black markets, but due to the increasing development of maritime trade in recent years, Xinhai City now has the conditions to allow the existence of two black markets. Like other big cities. As long as these private little black markets regularly pay service fees to Ping An Hotel, he is allowed to exist, but Ping An Hotel is not responsible for ensuring his safety. ”

"Protection money? No, it's the protection money of a prostitute? ”

Song Qingru tilted her head to look at Zhao Jin, looking very playful and cute.

"Haha, it's a white prostitute, except for a very small number of subordinate forces protected by the Ping An Hotel, other forces must pay a certain amount of 'protection fee' if they want to open a private black market, no way, Ping An Hotel has such strength."

"Monopoly? Is Ping An Hotel so strong? ”

"Yes, he is much more powerful than you think, not to mention foreign countries, more than 80% of the black market in Qianguo alone is under his control, and even the extremely remote barren mountains and deserts have their power, where birds don't, they go to."

Song Qingru was amused by Zhao Jin's analogy, but he also deeply felt the strength of the power of Ping An Hotel.

"Hehe, how do you feel that Ping An Hotel is like raising pigs on other private black markets?"

"Bingou, that's right, it's pig farming. It is impossible to achieve absolute monopoly, but it is possible to arouse the dissatisfaction of all forces, and it is better to block it than to slacken it, as long as they leave a little small profit for them, they will naturally earn and rush to do it, and once people see the slightest hope, they will not fight again. ”

Zhao Jin shuddered when he thought of his second uncle's methods, his mind was no longer limited to petty fights between forces, but the entire Soul Master Realm, he was the uncrowned king of the entire underground world of the Qianguo.

"It's really a good method, even if someone can see that Ping An Hotel is using such a method, they can only do it obediently, because if he doesn't do it, some people are willing to do it, so he can only be forced to get involved in the torrent of involution, naked conspiracy."

Song Qingru, who was born in a big family, has also heard of the intrigues of these upper classes since she was a child, coupled with her own intelligence, she knows the power of Ping'an Hotel just by thinking about it, and she can't help but have admiration in her tone, as well as a trace of shock and fear.

"That's true."

Zhao Jin also deeply agrees with this.