Chapter 361 Little Boy

Jiang Xiurong put the money in his pocket, packed up his backpack, and was not in a hurry to leave. He pretended to buy something and strolled around the black market. Sometimes when he passed by the gates of some courtyards, he would deliberately stop slowly, prick up his ears, and listen to the corners of the wall to see if he could hear the information he wanted.

As for gathering information, it all depends on luck. Sometimes you may spend a week talking to someone and still not be able to hear a few words from them that tell you what you want. But when you are lucky, you may get it right away.

Jiang Xiurong's luck was average this time. He went around but gained nothing.

After all, this thing doesn't look like selling anything.