Although Wang Lin offended the Nie family, he would not cower on the boat, and I believe that they would not dare to do anything to themselves on the territory of the Long family. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Today he has a clear purpose. Make a beeline for the island's Liberty Bazaar. As a businessman, this is his stage. The free market is not far from the wharf, Wang Lin turned a street corner under many inquiries, looked up at a huge stone archway, there is a plaque on the archway on the book [bazaar] two dragons and phoenixes dance bright red characters.

The memorial arch is not new, the moss mottled on it has some vicissitudes of life, but the two big words of "bazaar" are still bright and bright, and under the careful taste, between this stroke, it has a special charm.

"I think this word is also mentioned by a senior master. ”

Wang Lin walked into the market and said that it was a market, but in fact, it was the same as the free market in Dongpingfang City, which was full of vendors setting up stalls on the ground. It's just that compared to the chaos of Dongpingfang City, it is much cleaner and tidier. The difference is like that of a planned wet market and an unplanned gathering place for vegetable sellers. Overall, it's a lot more comfortable to look at.

The White Kirishima Market looks unusually prosperous because it has been affected by the war. Bustling crowds weave back and forth through the wide aisles of the bazaar. The vendors on both sides competed to shout and attract customers, so it was not lively. When he arrived here, he could give full play to the Dafa of "seeing the seams and inserting the needle" that he had practiced in Dongpingfang City, and turned into a swimming fish in the flow of people, shuttling between various vendors to investigate the price of the market.

After turning around, Wang Lin touched his chin with his left hand and squinted his eyes and began to ponder, in general, the prices and types of popular goods here are similar to those in Dongpingfang City. They are all popular with some magic weapons, talismans, healing or explosive pills, while some resource items that assist in cultivation are unusually unpopular. This is typical of wartime market demand. It's also a good place for him to play.

Although the talisman he has in reserve has consumed a lot of it to make thunderbolt ammunition, he has the space, and here are the raw materials. That's not the same thing. Wang Lin estimated the price of goods and began to wander around the market. Wang Lin also lost interest after strolling around, this is just a low-end market, and what is sold is some common spiritual materials for cultivation. Nothing new. The real commercial heart of White Kirishima isn't here, turning its attention to the magnificent buildings in the center of the town.

"Where is the wealth gathering place of the entire White Kirishim. ”

And where did Wang Lin's stage go? The way this street vendor operates is obviously no longer able to satisfy Wang Lin's appetite. Turn around and take the other exit, leave the bazaar, turn around a street corner again, and you will arrive at the regular commercial street of Shirakirishima. There are two different styles from the bazaar. There are no more vendors all over the ground, and there is no annoying hustle and bustle.

However, the flow of people on the street is not small, and all of them are gorgeously dressed or wearing special logos, in short, they are either rich or expensive. It's just that they are all in a hurry, and they have lost the nobility and leisure of the past. The war may have made the people of the island cheer and shout that it was a rare opportunity, but for these bourgeoisie it meant turmoil, and turmoil meant the loss of wealth. It can be said that the prosperity of this White Kirisle Island is the result of everyone competing for it after the spirit stones of the ruling class of these ruling classes entered the market. No matter how you think about it, they can't be happy.

No matter what era the war is, it will consume a huge amount of resources, which gives Wang Lin's Lingbao firm sufficient nutrients for growth.

Leisurely along the street, slowly towards the prosperous area in the center, the streets are lined with these emerald green strange varieties of willow trees, which makes people feel refreshed. Turning around a street where construction was still underway, I heard some noisy gongs and drums in the distance. Wang Lin was a little curious and hurried over. I saw that many people were gathered outside an attic, and the crowd made good noises from time to time. Wang Lin wanted to see what was going on here several times, but he looked up and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see what he was doing surrounded by the crowd.

There are too many people, and the black and oppressive human wall is surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. What's even more excessive is that the outermost people moved some long tiger chairs from nowhere, and there were more than a dozen people squeezed on a not wide bench, and there was an uncle who supported himself on the stool, and only touched the most edge of the bench with his toes, which was comparable to the acrobatic standing posture that made Wang Lin embarrassed for a while, and what was even more exaggerated was that this uncle not only did not feel tired of standing, but was elated, cheering endlessly.

Their behavior made Wang Lin, who couldn't see anything, feel as uncomfortable as a cat's claw, and his eyes swept around, and soon he was focused on the roof of an adjacent shop next to the street. There's a projecting cornice, which happens to be a great vantage point. Do what you think, but don't let people rob you when the time comes.

In order to prevent the shopkeeper from discovering that he had stolen onto the roof, Wang Lin quietly turned from behind the high roof, and saw a pair of black eyes as soon as he appeared. and a pair of flying white fangs. The frightened Wang Lin hurriedly jumped back, almost falling, stabilized his body, and looked at it calmly

"Damn, who are you!" I saw a dark-skinned African man in front of Wang Lin, who fell on the roof on all fours.

"Damn, I also asked who you are, I'm scared to death... Look at what, don't you pull me up. Ai Yi, it hurts me to death."

He complained about Wang Lin, and pulled him up casually, and at this moment he thought to himself, he had seen a black man, otherwise he would be so frightened that he would be cut down as a monster.

The African, who stood up with the back of his head rubbed, seemed to have something up, and was immediately shocked

"I won't grind with you, Master Wang's performance is about to end. Saying that, he ran away in a panic.

"What Master Wang... Hey... Okay, you African, you dare to steal my position!" Seeing the guy startled himself and didn't say anything, he went to grab the position he fancied. I also hurriedly ran over. Fortunately, this cornice, in order to look magnificent, the design is very large, and the two of them are also sitting open, Wang Lin was going to reason with the Africans about grabbing the position, but found that this guy was dumbfounded, staring in one direction, and what was even more odious was that he put on a disgusting and intoxicated expression, and his big black face was indescribably funny. Wang Lin was puzzled and followed his gaze.

I saw that in the center of the crowd, a small table was erected, and on the table stood a middle-aged man wearing a washed white robe. I saw a fireball shining in the middle-aged man's hand, looking at the fluctuation of spiritual power, which is the well-known fireball technique, but what puzzled Wang Lin was that although the fireball in the middle-aged man's hand was smoking, the fluctuation of spiritual power was so weak, which meant that this spell had almost no attack power.