Qu Jianlei and Sophia were shopping, and someone reported the situation to a group of people under the bridge pier.
There were seven or eight people in this group, and they were sitting there chatting and bragging. Some of them even had guns on them.
After hearing what just happened, a man with tattoos on his arms sneered.
"Zi Zi blackmailed customers when he had nothing to do. He finally got into trouble. He deserves it."
Another short and stocky man frowned, "But he can help the market test the hard work."
Zhuizi is the middle-aged man who was thrown into the river, leading a small team to find a job on the black market.
Ordinarily, if they do this, they will make the market a bit chaotic, which will affect the reputation of the black market.
But their existence can indeed help managers identify difficult characters, otherwise they would have been dealt with long ago.
Someone else spoke up, "Since we are a black market, it is not good to be amicable. We must be respected."
"That's bad," the flower-armed man snorted disapprovingly, "when Aizi troubles others, do we ever take care of him?"
The man who spoke behind was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Second brother is right, I didn't care about it."
Brother Huaji snorted disapprovingly, "So, our market has a high degree of freedom, and doing business requires word of mouth."
"Since the other party didn't use a gun...is this kind of trash worthy of us?"
This group of people is not the managers of the black market. At most, they are just minions who watch the market. However, they can basically make decisions on such trivial matters.
Qu Jianlei didn't care about the market's reaction.
He was stimulated yesterday, thinking that the left and right were just fake identities. When encountering someone who wanted to die, he still had a clear idea of ​​​​life.
Today I heard that most of the surveillance is just for decoration, and I feel like letting myself go.
Anyway, when he came to the black market, he was still wearing a mask, which only increased his courage.
After wandering around the black market for a while, he felt a little uninterested. The items sold here were not just for cultivation.
Even most of them are not cultivation supplies, there are various smuggled goods, antiques of unknown origin, and strange and weird objects.
There are also a lot of ammunition and firearms among them - No. 2 Star does not prohibit guns, but it is more difficult to obtain a gun license.
Qu Jianlei walked to a light truck and stopped, frowning, "What is this?"
Chapter completed!