In this black market, only this Master Huang has the most rice and grain. Who else can we turn to if not him?
Shen Zhao shook his head: "I understand everything you're saying, but that stupid pig's appearance..."
"Don't worry, he wouldn't dare do anything to me." Su Yunying gave Shen Zhao a reassuring look. "I would never sell my body for food. Even if I die, I'll die cleanly."
After saying that, I was taken aback: Why should I explain all this to him?
Shen Zhao was still worried: "I'll go with you. It'll be good to see how this black market works."
"you……"
"Since we're all members of the resistance organization, I have to be familiar with this aspect of the business, right?"
"Business? What a novel name." Su Yunying was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay, since you want to come with me, I don't object, but you'd better not say anything later. Just watch from the side."
"good."
After receiving permission, Shen Zhao followed Su Yunying toward the rice shop owned by Master Huang.
At this time, Mr. Huang had just selected a few items and pointed at them and said, "Two liters of rice and a pot of water. All of you go to Yanliu Pavilion.
Remember, you must fulfill all the guests' requests. Make them comfortable, then come and collect your rice. Otherwise, don't blame me, Old Huang, for not giving you a chance.
"Thank you for your generous gift, Master Huang."
The few girls who were chosen were immediately ecstatic, as this meant they could finally have a full meal.
And those women who were not selected could not help but cover their faces and cry.
In this apocalyptic environment, chastity is the least valuable thing.
The so-called bottom line cannot withstand the urgent physiological needs.
After all, you can still live even if you lose your virginity.
But being hungry can kill you.
Mr. Huang watched with satisfaction as the women were taken away one by one, calculating how much he could earn this time.
"Boss Huang, business is booming."
Su Yunying's soft call made Mr. Huang shudder.
When he turned around and saw who was coming, his eyes narrowed immediately: "Oh, it's Miss Su, come on, come in and talk."
After saying that, he went straight into the rice shop.
"How much rice and flour do you need this time?"
Sitting back down at the long table, Master Huang, with his enormous, three-hundred-pound body, asked the question.
Su Yunying: "One thousand catties each of rice and flour."
"Oh, there are so many. This is difficult to handle."
Mr. Huang slapped his forehead and looked embarrassed.
Shen Zhao glanced around. The room, which resembled a warehouse, was filled with heavy bags of rice, each weighing at least fifty pounds.
A rough calculation shows that the rice and flour in front of us alone weighs over 20,000 jin.
“Miss Su, this isn’t our first time doing business. You should know that the market is tough right now, so the price of rice…”
"Mr. Huang, you know my temper. Let's not waste any more words. Tell me, how much do you want to sell it for?"
Upon hearing this, Master Huang gave an awkward laugh, then tapped his finger: "The rules of the black market are, first we have to see what price you can offer?"
Su Yunying immediately placed the earth-grade spiritual sword that she had obtained from the Soul-Locking Ghost Sword.
"A ground-grade spiritual weapon in exchange for two thousand kilograms of rice and flour, isn't that too much?"
"Where did you get this Earth-grade spiritual artifact?"
There was a hint of surprise on Mr. Huang's face.
Su Yunying: "Never mind that. I just want to ask you, can we exchange it?"
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