Bling pushed his bicycle, looking around with an air of complete naiveté.

In fact, she was just a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. The black market, ah, it only existed in legends, the place where female protagonists in period novels made their fortunes.

When Bling entered, she discovered that the place had a wide variety of items, including rice, flour, cooking oil, pots, pans, and everything else. She looked around but couldn't find a place that sold watches.

From afar, Sangshen spotted a familiar figure entering the alley. As the person drew closer, he became even more certain. He said to the person beside him, "Go ask that dark-skinned girl what she wants."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "The one pushing the bicycle."

The middle-aged man beside him responded and walked towards Buling: "Miss, what would you like to buy?"

Buling looked at the middle-aged man who had stopped her with some wariness.

The middle-aged man said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Young lady, this is a black market, not a fair, and not a place for you."

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Bu Ling realized that she had let her guard down.

It seems she's been having too much success lately and gotten carried away. Luckily, it's not too late to realize it now.

She quickly said, "I want to buy a watch."

The middle-aged man glanced at her and said, "Come with me." He noticed she was pushing a bicycle and her clothes were all unpatched, so he figured she must be able to afford a watch.

Bling was somewhat unwilling

The middle-aged man explained, "Let me show you the watch."

"Can't we watch it here?" Buling asked. What if she went with someone and got drugged and had her kidneys knocked out?

The middle-aged man was somewhat amused and exasperated. At this moment, the girl became wary. "Okay, wait a moment, I'll go get it."

Bling waited anxiously for a while, and just as she was about to push her bicycle away, the middle-aged man returned.

"Take a look, which one do you want?" The middle-aged man took out three watches from his pocket.

Buling stopped pushing her bicycle and looked at the three watches in the middle-aged man's hand. She immediately took a liking to the one on the far right. The dial was silver and the strap was light red, which looked particularly good to her.

She pointed to the rightmost piece and asked, "How much is this one?"

The middle-aged man stuffed the remaining two pieces into his pocket, then picked up the one that Bu Ling had chosen, saying, "Two hundred and twenty yuan without a ticket, one hundred and seventy yuan with a ticket."

Buling shook her head and said, "I don't have a ticket." If she had a ticket, why would she come to the black market?

"That's two hundred and twenty."

Bu Ling said pitifully, "Brother, can you make it cheaper? I only have a little over two hundred yuan left. Is two hundred okay?"

The middle-aged man looked at the mulberry.

Mulberry nodded

"Alright!" the middle-aged man readily agreed.

Bling: "..."

That was too hasty!

It should be 150!

With a heavy heart, she took out two hundred yuan from her storage space, handed it to the middle-aged man, took the watch, and quickly pushed her bicycle toward the exit.