Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 451 Still Fan Debiao!
When the topic of the black market, which is known to cause fear and trembling, came up, Wen San's slight intoxication immediately subsided.

Because the black market is different from the pigeon market that everyone is familiar with.

Although both of these places were spontaneously formed by people to exchange goods and trade, they are vastly different in nature, scale, reasons for formation, and even the items traded.

Let's first talk about the causes and nature of this formation.

What is a pigeon market? It's a market formed by people in old Beijing who enjoy raising pigeons and keeping birds. It's a market that's spontaneously formed by ordinary people, and there are still people setting up stalls during the day.

Although these markets were formed without official approval, their existence did indeed make things convenient for ordinary people, allowing them to handle items they didn't usually need. So even if the relevant departments knew about it, they generally didn't interfere as long as things didn't go too far.

But what about the black market?

This is a completely illegal and unregulated trading venue!
Not only has it never been approved, but it has also always been a target of severe crackdown and resolute crackdown!

Let's talk about the scale and the items traded.

Pigeon markets are generally small in scale, primarily serving ordinary people, and dealing in everyday items. It's illegal, but not against the rules. Even if you're unlucky and get caught, you'll usually just get a reprimand. Once that's over, that's it.

But the black market, because its name contains the word "black," is completely unrestricted in terms of both scale and the types of goods traded!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it has all five poisons!
Let's put it this way: buying and selling guns privately on the black market is commonplace!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is illegal gun trading!
This is all just commonplace. Do you think this thing can get better?
It's no exaggeration to say that it even dared to profit from national disasters during years of famine!
How outrageous do you think it has to be?!
It's outrageous that his father opened the door for him! It's ridiculous!
It's already so outrageous, so how could Wen San, who wasn't very brave to begin with and had been an honest and simple man his whole life, not be afraid?

Therefore, he sobered up considerably immediately.

Upon hearing that Ximen Lang actually wanted to venture into the black market that had cost him his life, to see what it was all about, he was immediately intrigued.

He shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum, and Wen San refused outright.

"It's all about Xiaoming's abilities," Wen San quickly advised.

"My lord, my dear lord, the black market is a place no human being can go! It's full of bandits, tyrants, and desperate criminals! The things they buy and sell are almost all taboo, and they're doing business that could get them beheaded!"

"Who would go to a place like that! If you really want to go shopping, I'll go to Pigeon Market with you tomorrow! Of course, the goods aren't as complete as on the black market, but at least it's safer! Unlike the black market, if you get targeted, you're finished!"

It really is.

If an ordinary, unremarkable person were targeted by the diverse and unsavory characters inside, they would have no choice but to be completely ruined.

But the problem is
"Am I an ordinary person? And that 'good person' you mentioned, go to that place and take a good look. Am I a good person?"

One sentence left Wen San speechless.

Sensing something was wrong, Wen San tried to slip away.

Ximen Lang decisively raised his arm, revealing the weapon tucked into his waist again.

The silent threat frightened Wen San so much that he had no choice but to obediently sit back down.

I'm genuinely curious about how such a lawless place exists, and in what form.

As his personal martial prowess grew stronger, Ximen Lang, who had become increasingly audacious, immediately offered some advice.

"Don't worry, Wen San, I'm very skilled. Thirty or fifty ordinary men can't even get close to me! Plus, with the weapons I carry on my waist, I can guarantee your safety without any problem!"

Wen San, of course, did not believe this.

After all, the situation is what it is. With Ximen Lang's delicate and tender appearance, let alone those desperados.

If it weren't for the guns there as a deterrent, even he was confident he could take down Ximen Lang on the spot.

Don't let his height fool you!

As for the little trinket tucked into Ximen Lang's waist
Those people in the black market even have connections to government agencies!
This little gadget?

They are no match for them at all!

So, I really think Ximen Lang is bragging and hasn't even thought it through.

Wen San then gave a speech.

"Brother Lang, Master Lang! I haven't lived enough yet, I want to live a few more years! If you want to go, go by yourself, don't drag me along."

I was only halfway through my sentence when I heard a few clicks.

The thick elm plank on top of the large wine vat was completely crushed into powder by Ximen Lang at the edges.

Coupled with his seemingly harmless statement, which is actually threatening in every way.
"What did you say?"

With a "what the hell" mentality that "it's better to die at someone else's hands than at yours," he paid the bill along with the elm wood tabletop that Ximen Lang had scratched and broken.

As if being led to the execution ground, staring at the small tricycle that had only been replaced a few years ago, Wen San was immediately escorted by Ximen Lang to the black market.

During the process, Ximen Lang didn't forget to make jokes.

"Why a three-wheeled vehicle? That's so boring! It should be a donkey riding backwards, with a big gold chain, a small watch, and a huge skull printed on my shirt. I'd cross my legs like Brother Biao, wear sunglasses, that would be so classy!"

Wen San didn't want to talk to Ximen Lang after hearing that.

But he was also worried that Ximen Lang was going to the black market to meet with bad elements and carry out some sabotage activities.

She was afraid that Ximen Lang would implicate her after the incident, and she also didn't want her hard-won, comfortable life to be ruined by Ximen Lang.

Wen San couldn't bear it.

"Brother Lang, I'll say something you won't like to hear. Old Jiang, bah! The bald guy really didn't do as well as them! I don't think you're an unreasonable person. If you had any conscience, if you had any sense of national duty, you shouldn't be risking your lives for the bald guy! He's really not worth you risking your lives for him!"

"Yeah, I also think it's not worth it."

"Not worth it? Fine! Let's turn ourselves in right now! Don't worry, we have policies for people like you who voluntarily surrender! As long as there's no blood on your hands, you'll only be detained for a few months at most. Once you've explained everything clearly, you'll be fine."

"But I still want to go to the black market, so, Wen San, stop wasting your breath on this nonsense. It's useless, you know? Even if I really want to turn myself in, it has to wait until I've finished exploring the black market! Otherwise, forget it!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him at all, Wen San had no choice but to continue driving Ximen Lang towards the black market.

Soon, the two arrived at the legendary black market.

　It's under review again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)