Chapter 604: The 8th Floor Trading Hall
The black market is called the black market because some things that cannot be exposed on the surface can be exchanged on the black market. It has its advantages and disadvantages. For example, most of them are second-hand goods, which are the outdated trading method of barter, or they are clearance goods.
Generally speaking, there are a lot of good things in the black market, and there are many types of things, so you can find whatever you want.
The high-end market is different. Its advantage is that it has things that the black market doesn't have. The goods here all have traceability codes. What does this mean? No matter what the product is, it is a legitimate commodity that has been legally traded through big data and recognized by the state, and it has after-sales guarantee.
The biggest difference is that most of the products here were newly produced after the end of the world.
This means that the stuff inside is expensive and very expensive.
Of course, there is another very good saying: expensive things have no other problems except being expensive. I hope Jingshu can be satisfied today.
"Why don't you take your little sister with you to broaden her horizons?" Jingshu asked Tank.
Tank smiled innocently, "I've already told my sister to buy her some delicious food and bring it back so she won't come over to cause trouble. She'll be jealous even if she comes. Besides, we're going here to help you."
Tank puffed out his chest, looking like a real bodyguard. His target today was very strong, which was to be Mirror's bodyguard and the one who got things, even though Mirror was more powerful than him.
The full name of the high-end market is "Eighth Floor Trading Hall", which is much better than the remote black market where no one lives and no one lays eggs.
First of all, it stands in the prosperous area of the imperial capital, and the bus stop is named after it. From a distance, you can see an ancient and magnificent building standing before your eyes.
"Awesome Klas."
"So what? Before the apocalypse, the entire eighth floor was brightly lit. Now we don't even dare to turn on the light strips. Otherwise, it would be very beautiful." Tank said proudly.
In front of the gate, Jingshu and Tank were first taken to a building with another side door.
Jingshu asked in a low voice: "What are we doing? Aren't we going to the trading hall on the eighth floor?"
After all, it was my first time and I had no experience, so I didn’t dare to speak loudly.
Tank also whispered, "You can't just enter the trading hall. Whether you're a new customer or not, you have to go to the side to register your assets and exchange them for trading coins. And new customers like us have to be assessed as having a net worth of over 10 million virtual coins and carrying goods worth a million virtual coins before we can enter."
Jingshu nodded in understanding. Although she didn't know how much assets she was worth, but... to put it bluntly, wouldn't any random item she took out cost one million virtual coins?
"You just line up here and follow the instructions later. I'll be leaving first." The down-to-earth staff member in a big cotton-padded jacket said this and turned around to guide the next group of guests.
According to Tank, before the apocalypse, these guys all wore black suits, which were very cool. But now it's the apocalypse, the weather is cold and the clothes are no longer in production, so they changed into these down-to-earth clothes.
There are quite a lot of people coming to the trading hall today. There are three windows in total, each of which is independent and closed, high-end and private. No matter whether they are new or old customers, they must first come here to exchange something called trading coins to purchase things from the exchange.
It's just like if you want to play that game, you have to exchange chips first. If you don't spend a cent, you can just return them after leaving the factory.
As soon as she entered the hall, Jingshu could see the price list on the screen. Tank whispered that the price list was formulated according to national regulations and would fluctuate every day according to the market. It was this price list that determined how many trading coins could be exchanged for various materials in hand.
The people in the hall were very orderly and dressed normally. They were trading in low voices. Some were sitting alone, while others were in small groups. Jingshu was not conspicuous.
Soon it was Jingshu's turn. As required, Jingshu handed over her identity QR code through the window. The lady at the window yawned and looked up the information as usual, and recorded it in a spreadsheet. The popularization of big data has made everyone's information trace assets no longer a secret.
"Jingshu, resident
The old lady stopped yawning, rubbed her eyes, and shouted, "Director, there's a highly confidential information here. I don't have the authority to check the information. Can you check it for me?"
Jingshu frowned, and suddenly remembered something. Her information seemed to be kept confidential at a high level... She had always thought this was so convenient, but now she felt...
The person called director came quickly, entered his work number calmly, and checked the information. After all, in the imperial capital, a brick could hit a fourth-rank official, so it was normal.
But soon, the director lost his composure and hurriedly shouted, "Director, there is a high-level confidential information here..."
Jingshu: “…”
tank:"……"
Tank looked at Jingshu in confusion and whispered, "Mirror, what level are you? He can see most levels in the imperial capital."
Jingshu was also speechless. The confidentiality level of her information had been secretly increased by one level by Jin Tianci. She only found out about this recently because of the seed incident last time. However, Jingshu also understood Jin Tianci's good intentions. He didn't want others to know about the factory she opened. After all, this was a chicken that laid eggs and had to be well protected.
The director arrived soon. He was a short, plump man wearing glasses, but surprisingly, he was wearing a black suit and looked quite energetic, with a friendly smile. He trotted over and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll do it. Is your name Jingshu? I'm the director of the club. Just call me Xiao Wang."
I wasn't surprised, and even comforted him: "Don't worry, we only check your credit history. We won't check anything else that we shouldn't see or check. We will also have a record of our checks. Your information will not be exposed. I guarantee it."
He has to come forward now, the person in front of him must be very special.
Jingshu felt a little embarrassed. Although her position was high, she had no power at all and was just an empty title.
When the director takes action, he must be professional. After typing away on the computer for a while, he looked very serious. After two minutes, he wiped the sweat from his head and ran out.
Just when Jingshu was curious, she heard: "Those in line here, please come to windows 1 and 2. Window 3 will take a little longer."
This has never happened before.
"What kind of business is this, Lao Wang? It's your turn now, and you haven't succeeded?" Someone who knew Fatty Wang teased him from the side.
Director Wang pointed to the private booth and said, "The people inside are too high-ranking. I don't have the authority to do so. Please be polite when you meet them."
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