Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

Jiang Mian only stayed in the hospital for a few days, and after she had basically "recovered" her mobility, she left.

The reason is simple: the lunch at this world hospital is just too outrageous.

Putting aside the strangely presented vegetables, why is there a lump of unidentified paste in the rice?

These past few days, she has either relied on Lin Yun for support or had to sneak out to fend for herself.

Jiang Mian had reason to believe that if he stayed a few more days, he would probably starve to death there, which would be too embarrassing.

So she just ran away.

The battle-damaged phone in my hand is still usable, but it's really unsightly and might fail me in a crucial moment.

So on her way back, she went to a secondhand market and spent a few hundred yuan to find a pair of glasses that looked decent, and also got a few new pairs.

However, this time the style is much lighter and looks better than the previous one.

Back in the somewhat empty rented room, Jiang Mian didn't rush to wash up. Instead, she turned on her newly bought phone and accessed a hidden website.

This was the encrypted communication channel she had obtained from that scalper last time, used to contact him again.

Jiang Mian organized her thoughts and then sent a message to the other party:

[Do you still have any stock? Also, do you have any information on what you're selling? I'm willing to pay to inquire about something.]

After the message was sent, there was no response from the other party; only the cursor in the input box kept blinking.

Jiang Mian waited patiently; patience is the most basic requirement when dealing with these kinds of people.

After a few minutes, the other end replied with two messages:

[We have stock, but the price has gone up to 18,000 per piece. Inspections have been strict lately, so there's less stock available.]

Send me any information you'd like to know, and I'll estimate the price.

Jiang Mian was prepared and sent out the number directly.

This time, the reply from the other side was surprisingly fast.

Where did you see this thing?

Jiang Mian narrowed her eyes slightly. This reaction... why does it feel a little reluctant?

[I heard this from someone else, don't worry about the rest, just tell me how much it costs. Also, that inhibitor last time only lasted a little over a week before it became ineffective, right...?]

She planned to test the waters with the other side; selling it at such a high price with such a significantly reduced effect would make it hard for her to willingly spend her money.

The other party seemed to think Jiang Mian wanted to bargain, and quickly replied:

[Impossible! The quality of my goods is very consistent. It must be a tolerance issue or your sequence is too high!]

【How about this, I'll give you a discount. It's 17,000 per bottle, plus a message, it's 22,000.】

Jiang Mian snorted coldly, "Who are you trying to fool? You want more than 20,000 without saying anything?"

Money isn't an issue. But you need to give me a heads-up first, what does this number likely refer to? Otherwise, how will I know if it's worth the price?

After the message was sent, the other side remained silent for longer than ever before.

The information regarding this number wasn't expensive, yet the response was hesitant. Jiang Mian guessed that either it wasn't valuable, or it would affect the other party's ability to make money.

She had suspected before that it might represent an address or contact information, but no one could confirm it with her.

A reply finally arrived quite a while later:

Okay, if you really want it. All I can say is, it's a mailing address. If you're looking for "similar people," you can check there.

really!

If this is the case, then for patients with hidden lesions, the actual value of this information is equal to or even exceeds that of inhibitors.

But as for Jiang Mian, we need to think about it.

After all, she has now successfully disguised herself as an Awakened One, and going to a place like this would likely expose her.

Jiang Mian made a decision very quickly.

She can choose not to go, but she cannot be unaware of it.

I bought it!

At this price... I could ask for two more dollars.

Seeing that she hadn't replied for a while, the other person seemed a little anxious and sent another message:

[How about it? This information is worth the price, right? I'll give you the specific location and access method at the time of the transaction.]

Jiang Mian composed herself, knowing she couldn't let the other party see her true thoughts, otherwise it would be difficult to control them.

She could have easily switched to another dealer instead of going through this scalper.

It's just an address, why make it sound so mysterious? Who knows if it's just made up?

"No, ma'am, I'm a man of integrity in business. You'd have to pay at least five thousand to buy it from someone else..."

He panicked, he panicked.

Jiang Mian's lips curled slightly as he continued typing:

[Inhibitors: 13,000; address information: 2,000; total: 15,000. If you're interested, the deal is done; otherwise, I'll find someone else.]

The other party seemed to have lost their temper from her repeated haggling, or perhaps there was still a profit margin at this price, so they compromised and said:

"Okay, okay, fifteen thousand it is. Tomorrow night at ten o'clock, in the old industrial area of ​​the north of the city, next to warehouse number four of Huandun Building Materials Co., Ltd., the transaction method is the same as before."

The address and important notes will be provided together.

【understood. 】

Exiting the interface, Jiang Mian lay back on the bed, put her phone aside, and subconsciously began to calculate her meager family fortune.

Most of the money from selling the family's old house was put into that slim-sighted awakening potion.

The remaining funds were mostly used up during the month of running around buying inhibitors and maintaining a basic standard of living.

Including what she had saved from her previous part-time jobs, she had about 20,000 yuan left, mostly in cash.

After all, black market transactions are all done in cash, and Jiang Mian had developed the habit of withdrawing cash every time he received his wages.

After the transaction is completed tomorrow, she will only have less than five thousand in savings left.

It seems like it can support her for a while longer, but... how long will the next inhibitor last?

Half a month? Or a week?

If the results are still unsatisfactory, she will soon face the predicament of mental erosion.

Money is no problem. With his status as an "Awakened One," Jiang Mian can apply to participate in the Public Security Bureau or the City Defense Training Program, and also get some subsidies, the amount of which won't be low.

The training program... is a bit troublesome.

She hadn't heard any rumors beforehand; it seemed like a hasty decision, and for the time being, only the leadership of the base city knew about it.

For a normal awakened being, this is an invaluable ladder to advancement.

Jiang Mian's first reaction upon hearing about the plan was to be wary.

The official control there is the strongest, and it's teeming with experts. You might even encounter a high-level Awakened One while just strolling down the street.

With a "calamity" containing the core of "apocalypse" buried within her, imagine her mixed in with a group of true prodigies—it's a truly bizarre scene.

If all five vertices of an awakened being are present, taking on five at once... they'd be chopped into mincemeat, wouldn't they?

In the relatively remote area of ​​Base City 144, she was still able to navigate the situation carefully.

But once she gets there, without a stable source of inhibitors, she'll eventually be exposed.

"The risk is too high, we can't go, we absolutely can't go..."

But how can one reasonably refuse or delay?

According to the document, the intensive training will begin shortly after the college entrance examination, which is less than a month away.

During this time, she had to think of a solution.