A biting cold wind blew, making people’s teeth chatter from the cold.

Thinking that the other party did not hear clearly, the black market boss had to remind: "I remembered, there is still a little wine left in the house to warm you up."

However, Aaron, who was vigilant, remained still. It was not until he saw the look in Song Hao's eyes that he drove the carriage into the dilapidated stable in front of him.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a very disgusting smell in the air.

He guessed that some food-stealing mice might have died in a corner.

Moreover, the body has not been cleaned up, causing it to rot and get maggots.

"God, it's a shame you can stay..."

The carriage slowly stopped in the center. When he jumped down, he did not forget to check the surrounding environment.

Make sure there are only three of you in the house...

Since conducting a series of hunting training in the wild, he has developed a good habit:

Never put yourself in unknown danger.

On the other hand, Song Hao, who looked indifferent, came to the front of the table, and the man poured him a glass of whiskey: "Friend, business has been difficult recently."

"You know, I was going crazy because of what happened in Saint-Denis and Rhodes."

"I'm afraid that one day, the police will kick open the door and shoot me in the head."

In fact, this is a scene that every black marketeer needs to be afraid of.

Although they are businessmen, unlike those regular stores, this is a so-called place for selling stolen goods.

The content of the operation is naturally illegal...

So Song Hao, who took the whiskey, was not in a hurry to taste it. He looked at the mysterious objects covered with linen in the room.

Densely packed and hidden in every corner.

I couldn't help but joke: "Anyway, I think your business is not bad, filling your stomach shouldn't be a big problem."

The man poured a glass of wine for Aaron, and then sighed:

"Then you are overthinking."

"These are all inventories from a long time ago, but they have been unable to be sold recently due to the tight demand."

Aaron looked at the bright yellow whiskey in his hand and was at a loss, wondering whether it might be poisoned.

Song Hao on the side was very satisfied with his reaction tonight, because this is what he wanted to see.

As the right-hand man of the gang, he can't always be a rookie who gets drunk easily.

The bald man who saw the other party's concerns at a glance smiled and took the lead in setting an example, raising his head and taking a sip:

"Don't worry, since we are running a black market, we must understand what long-term management means."

"Besides, I'm not a fool. I have money on one side and a desperado on the other. Any fool knows how to choose."

"There's no need to cause trouble with you, right?"

After receiving such a vague answer, Aaron forced himself to take a few sips, only to feel his neck burning.

Fortunately, my brain was finally stimulated to wake up, and I was choking and coughing:

"Damn, this smell is really good."

The bald man who put the wine back into the cabinet explained: "Friend, don't complain."

"Only good wine tastes like this when you drink it. Otherwise, it's like drinking spring water, which tastes like plastic."

The proper greetings and etiquette are over.

Without saying much polite words, he walked straight to the front of the carriage and carefully removed the gray cloth covering the carriage.

Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of wine blowing in his face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "No wonder you don't like my wine."

"It turns out that if you work hard for a long time, you will have better products under your butts."

"Good products naturally deserve a good price."

At this time, Song Hao, who put down his wine glass, also strolled over, as a notary.

I saw him casually opening a heavy wine barrel, filling half a bowl and handing it to the black market boss, telling him to taste it first.

Use this to judge the quality...

As the strong aroma of wine went down, the latter's eyes gradually became hazy, as if covered with a layer of white gauze.

This dizzy feeling is very wrong!

He quickly realized what medicine had been added inside:

"Friend, I think it is necessary to remind you that the sale and brewing of illegal liquor is prohibited in all regions."

"If it's serious, you may be hanged on the spot."

"Not to mention that this is a spiked private wine with unknown origins. I don't want to get into trouble."

It is a well-known fact that moonshine is illegal, but it is not as serious as what he said.

After the police find out, the most they can do is seal up your brewing workshop and face a huge fine.

If the circumstances are minor, you can even be released from jail by paying bail.

"If you want to bluff me, there's no way!"

He knew in his heart that the other party was making up a reason for negotiating the price, so Song Hao, as an old fox, would naturally not step into the trap.

He first put a piece of chewing tobacco into his mouth: "I understand the truth. The problem is that there seem to be a lot of illegal and prohibited things in your house."

"I'm afraid some things don't need to be sent to the gallows. They can be shot on the spot, right?"

His eyes were locked on a jar of medicines, tacitly understanding.

Because from the moment he stepped into the stable, he had already thoroughly observed the surrounding environment.

So the black market boss hesitated for a long time, unable to hold back a word.

I didn't expect that this man would choke me with just a few words.

Song Hao didn't want to delay: "I don't have time to chat with you here. We are all old customers. Just give me a price."

Now that the words have reached this point, the black market boss can't continue beating around the bush and simply checks the wine barrels one by one.

You must ensure that the quality of the goods is the same, and there is no chance of fakes being confused with real ones.

After all, the details related to banknotes cannot be sloppy.

Of course, Song Hao didn't let him check the last two wine barrels, which contained extra prices.

After a few minutes of counting, the black market boss frowned slightly: "How do you say it specifically?"

"The quality of your goods is good, but some are not easy to sell, so I may not be able to give you a satisfactory price. It depends on whether you are willing to trade."

As expected, Song Hao spit out the crumbs of chewing tobacco on the ground: "Just tell me a number."

He doesn't want to hear these long-winded nonsense, it doesn't make any sense.

Moreover, if we continue to talk about it, Aaron next to us will start to snore on the spot in the middle of the night.

After pondering for a moment, the black market owner gritted his teeth and took out a stack of thick bills from the box: "Friend, I can only give you a price of eight hundred dollars now."

"You know, this is a friendly price within the industry. Other places are definitely not as kind as me."

"And to say the least, they may not even dare to ask for your goods. Bootlegging can easily arouse suspicion."

The classic part of Wang Po selling melons and selling herself and boasting.

Song Hao didn't even dare to think about how much profit he could get from the so-called friendship price.

"One thousand dollars, fixed price. I don't like to be long-winded."

"One thousand dollars?"

In fact, this was the value that Reina initially estimated when they were in the villa, so she had a certain idea in her mind.

After hearing this, I was stunned at first, but I saw that it was still the same as before, not a piece of fat that could be easily won.

The black market boss had no choice but to pretend: "Please, this is not gold, nor is it jewelry or diamonds. I can't possibly sell it to those dignitaries, right?"

"After all, we can only find a way to sell it to some wealthy farmers. It's best to hope that they are still drunkards."

"Your thousand dollars... is quite a bit..."

However, before he finished speaking, Song Hao, who didn't want to watch him act, interrupted: "Shit, you are just saying the same thing."

"Remember when I came to sell jewelry before, right?"

The topic suddenly turned to another direction, and the black market boss's expression suddenly became nervous, and it was obvious that he had something on his mind.

The Great Villain of the West continued: "Guess what?"

"I just happened to meet a noble lady who accepted jewelry from you. The price she told me seems to be very different from what you said."
Chapter completed!