Lin Yu politely declined, as he had many other things to do at the moment.
When Lin Yu returned home and saw the mess in the house, his good mood immediately plummeted.
Is it still safe to live here?
The body had been disposed of by the police, but the bloodstains all over the room were still shocking. It was no exaggeration to say that the place was practically ruined.
Unless a complete renovation is carried out to transform this place.
But that would undoubtedly be expensive and time-consuming, so is it really worth it?
Lin Yu was heartbroken. He wanted to give up, but he couldn't bear to. After all, this was his home.
Let's renovate? But even if we renovate, we probably won't be able to find that original feeling of home again.
In the end, Lin Yu had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being. However, he still hired some cleaning ladies to give his house a simple cleaning.
Lin Yu said softly:
"Liu Haoran, you have ruined my home. Even death cannot quell the hatred in my heart."
"Don't worry, I will personally see you off on your way."
That evening, Lin Yu, dressed in black and masked, arrived at a bar on the outskirts of the city.
This place is ostensibly a bar, but it's actually an underground black market.
Lin Yu has plenty of Dongxu he wants to sell, and he needs to further improve himself before entering the secret realm.
Lin Yu had too many items in his inventory, most of which came from Liu Haoran's subordinates, namely the people from the Demon Wolf Guild. Lin Yu was worried that if he acted openly, things might go wrong.
So, after discussing it with Chen Ping over the phone, Chen Ping introduced me to this place.
Chen Ping explained, "The black market boss is a notorious local tyrant who wields considerable power. Because he is relatively law-abiding, the authorities tend to turn a blind eye to his activities."
"Don't worry, compared to other black markets where people die easily, this place is relatively reliable."
The key point isn't reliability, it's relative. Lin Yu thought to himself.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" A young woman in black stockings and a white shirt stood outside the bar and asked with a smile.
It seemed like they were asking Lin Yu if he had an appointment, but they were actually exchanging secret signals.
Lin Yu glanced at her and casually uttered the code:
"May you be happy and prosperous!"
The code sounded unusually festive.
The young woman feigned surprise and said, "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about?"
In an instant, she released a sharp aura that made Lin Yu feel threatened.
At least level 20, Lin Yu judged.
However, Lin Yu remained calm and his answer was still cheerful:
"May wealth flow in abundantly."
The young lady then nodded to him and smiled:
"Sir, please!"
This code is something that ordinary people naturally cannot understand. Those who cannot answer it will be taken to the normal bar area, while only those who can answer the code will be taken to the real underground black market.
The young woman smiled and led the way, taking Lin Yu to a warehouse. She opened a hidden door, watched him enter, and then returned the way she came.
Lin Yu walked down the stairs to a spacious plaza. The area below was brightly lit, so it didn't look dark at all.
In the center of the square is a bar that serves drinks to customers. Around the bar are stalls displaying all sorts of props and items.
There were quite a few people visiting the place. Some stopped in front of the stalls, while others were haggling with the stall owners. Most of them, like Lin Yu, were masked.
Of course, some people didn't care at all and showed their true colors. They were all menacing and ruthless killers.
They glanced at Lin Yu with eyes filled with malice.
Fortunately, several burly men were patrolling the square, so no one dared to cause trouble.
Through Chen Ping, Lin Yu learned that there are two ways to sell items in this place:
First, you have to set up a stall on the spot and pay a stall fee. After a transaction is completed, you also have to pay a 10% commission.
The second option is to sell directly to the black market, but the black market will cut the price very low, down to rock bottom.
"It's so dark, so incredibly dark!" Lin Yu exclaimed.
Most people would choose the first option, as it's relatively less shady.
But that's only relative.
Lin Yu opened a stall, and the stall fee was 1,000 yuan per hour. Lin Yu gritted his teeth and opened it for 5 hours.
To avoid drawing too much attention, Lin Yu initially only took out 5 props to sell.
Customers came to Lin Yu's stall to make their selections; some genuinely wanted to buy, while others were trying to haggle maliciously.
Based on the principle that harmony brings wealth, Lin Yu avoided conflicts with others, and since his prices were reasonable, the first batch of props sold out quickly.
The only way to make transactions here is in cash, so Lin Yu had to spend another 1,000 yuan to buy a money counter. It's outrageous!
After confirming that there were no problems with the cash, Lin Yu repeated the process and continued selling the next batch of props.
And so, the props were sold in batches, and Lin Yu had several baskets piled up with cash beside him, which occasionally attracted greedy glances.
Lin Yu frowned. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of trouble either. If anyone dared to covet his money, Lin Yu would draw his sword and kill them.
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