"Okay, let's talk about it later." Ling Baobao chuckled.
Noticing the fierce look in Mu Hanyan's eyes, and the anticipation in Ling Baobao's, Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan couldn't help but recall Long Wudang's near-death torture at the Flower Rain Temple. Though they clearly hated him to death, they couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy. With the High Priest and Ling Baobao on his side, Young Master Long Yang's tragic fate was about to begin again.
Putting Long Wudang's matter aside for the moment, Mu Hanyan and the others followed Zhu Yulan through the dark corridor, then through two courtyards, turning several turns, and finally stopped in front of a big door.
"Are you the second young lady of the Gu family?" The guard guarding the door glanced at Zhu Yulan. He had received a report from the servants and knew Zhu Yulan's identity.
"Yes, sir." Zhu Yulan said respectfully. Knowing the background of the black market, she didn't have the courage to make a scene here.
"Go in." The guard waved his hand and let them in, without caring about the identities of Mu Hanyan and others.
When you enter the house, the first thing that catches your eye is a pig, a roasted pig that is golden, juicy and fragrant. Even though it has been roasted to a crisp, the pig's trotter is still much thicker than an adult's calf. It is estimated that the whole pig weighs at least 700 to 800 kilograms.
A fat man was lying on the table, holding a roasted pork and gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil.
Seeing this fat man, everyone's eyes twitched subconsciously. There are many fat people in this world, everyone has seen them, but no one has ever seen someone as fat as this.
The roasted pig on the table was big enough, but this fat man was even bigger than the roasted pig. His two hands that were tearing the pork were as big as palm-leaf fans, and his thighs were probably thicker than Mu Hanyan's waist.
The way he ate, tearing and gnawing, was even more disgusting. Mu Hanyan even wondered who was the pig between him and the person lying on the table.
"I heard that you have something good ready to sell. Take it out and see it. If you dare to cheat me and ruin my mood, I will beat you to death." The fat man bit off a piece of pork, raised his head, and glared at Mu Hanyan and others viciously.
In fact, Mu Hanyan was not sure whether he was staring with his eyes. He was too fat, and no matter how hard he tried to stare, there was only a slit and she could not see clearly.
Mu Hanyan knew that there was no need to waste time talking to this kind of person, so she took out a relic soul bead and placed it on the table.
"You dare to trouble me with just a five-colored soul bead? Don't you know how to write the word death?" The fat man glanced casually and slapped the table, and the whole room shook violently.
"No, no, the boss misunderstood..." Zhu Yulan was so scared that her legs went limp.
A five-colored soul bead is worth a million, and can even be sold at a sky-high price of several million at an auction. In her opinion, this is a big business, but she didn't expect that others would not take it seriously at all.
"Get out! If you keep on whining, I'll slap you to death. You dare to bother me with just a five-colored soul bead? You're courting death!" The fat man buried his head in the roasted pig's head on the table again. The two equally fat pig's heads complemented each other beautifully.
The loud shouting made Zhu Yulan's heart flutter, and she almost fainted on the ground.
"Wait, who said there is only one five-colored soul bead? I just want the shopkeeper to take a look at the sample first." Mu Hanyan said calmly.
Seeing that the fat man didn't take this five-colored soul bead seriously, she was not angry, but relieved. This was also a manifestation of strength. If he didn't have the strength, Mu Hanyan would not dare to sell the five-colored soul bead to him, for fear of causing trouble.
"How much do you have?" Seeing Mu Hanyan calm and composed, without any fear in her eyes, the fat man was a little surprised and raised his head again.
"How much can the boss accept?" Mu Hanyan asked back.
"Stop talking nonsense to me. I tell you, if even I, Gao Weihu, can't take over the business, you don't need to look for others. How much is there? If you keep dawdling and disturbing my mood for dinner, I will slap you to death." The fat man said in a bad tone, but it was not known whether it was his real name or a pseudonym.
"One thousand five-colored soul beads." Mu Hanyan originally wanted to sell a hundred of them first, but after inquiring about the prices of the thirty or so medicinal herbs and calculating the meteorite gold she needed to buy, she realized that selling a hundred five-colored soul beads was far from enough. Anyway, nearly ten thousand soul beads would not be used up for cultivation for a while, and it would be troublesome to sell them, so she tried to sell as many as possible at one time.
Accustomed to spending lavishly, Miss Mu feels that it is more reassuring to keep real money on hand.
"One thousand five-colored soul beads, can you really take them out?" Gao Weihu looked at Mu Hanyan suspiciously.
Mu Hanyan didn't say much. With a wave of her hand, a pile of colorful soul beads appeared in front of her. Without counting them carefully, she knew that it was almost the same.
"Where... where did you get so many colorful soul beads?" Gao Weihu's breathing became rapid, and he pounced forward. The fat on his body trembled, and his eyes flashed with brilliance and widened a lot.
He could ignore one or two five-colored soul beads, but it was different when it came to a thousand. Although the black market business was good, he had not encountered many such large single transactions.
"There's no need to ask about Manager Gao." Mu Hanyan glanced at Gao Weihu and said.
"I shouldn't ask. It's against the rules of the black market, but the quantity is a bit too large. I should at least have an idea of it." Gao Weihu also knew that it was against the rules, but with a full thousand colorful soul beads, even he felt a little uneasy.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you this. If Manager Gao thinks this deal is feasible, we'll do it. If not, we'll leave now." How could Mu Hanyan reveal the origin of the five-colored soul beads? She turned around and walked out.
"Wait." Gao Weihu dodged and saw a mountain of flesh blocking Mu Hanyan.
"What? Manager Gao still wants to kill people and rob them?" Mu Hanyan said with a stern look.
She had heard about the situation of gangs robbing each other, but she didn't think it would happen to her.
"No, no, you misunderstood me. The black market also has its own rules. How could I do such a thing?" Gao Weihu squeezed the fat on his face and said with a smile.
It was strange that Mu Hanyan actually saw a hint of flattery in his smile.
"What does Manager Gao mean?" Mu Hanyan looked at the fat man's two eyes that were narrowed into slits, and confirmed it again. Yes, no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, they were only two thin slits. Although his face was full of fat and he looked like he was smiling but not really smiling, there was indeed a bit of flattery in his heart. She was secretly wondering what this fat man meant by being arrogant at first and respectful later.
"Actually, my background is not a secret. I believe you should know something about it before you come. One thousand five-colored soul beads are not a big deal for our Gao family, but you may have some troubles if you make this deal." Gao Huwei continued with a forced smile.
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