The strongest Fuka

Chapter 82 Black Market Search for Treasure 【Recommendation】

"Raksha Street."

Tang Bao stood at the entrance of the black market, looked at the plaque above, couldn't help but muttered, his thoughts drifted away.

Huang Jinlong also looked over and explained in a low voice, "Raksha Street has been around for a long time. It is said that in ancient times, there used to be a giant with martial arts skills sitting here. He was named Raksha, but his whereabouts are unknown. Later, this place became a secret place for martial arts practitioners to sell items and information."

"Let's go." Tang Bao withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowded street.

Both sides of the road are full of small stalls, and people come and go in front of the small stalls, which gives the illusion of a street of antiques.

Huang Jinlong nodded, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Card swiping is supported here, and you can shoot first if you see something, but be careful, no one can tell if it's a baby."

Tang Bao said "En", and the two stepped into the street.

After entering Luocha Street, Tang Bao didn't stay with Huang Jinglong. The two agreed to meet at the entrance in an hour and a half, and then blended into the crowd.

Looking at the dazzling array of objects, Tang Bao suddenly thought of the antique scanner he had acquired before.

[Effect: A must-have for finding antique treasures, scan 50 meters around the card owner, mark the location, and the time limit is 10 minutes];
In the item column of the antique scanner on the system screen, the number three is marked on the lower side, indicating that there are three antique scanners, not counting the eleven identification symbols.

"enough."

Tang Bao looked at the antique scanner again, not knowing that this thing would not respond to the treasures of the martial arts world.

Thinking about it, he quietly took out one, followed the operating instructions, activated the button, and a radar scanning screen appeared on the palm-sized screen.

In less than three seconds, one red dot, two red dots... five red dots appeared on the screen.

Tang Bao's face brightened, and he hurried towards the nearest red dot.

"Brother, come take a look. These treasures of mine are all collected from Fudi, and they are definitely worth the money." The stall owner is a man in his 40s and [-]s. When he saw Tang Bao approaching, he immediately put on a smiling face. Recommended like selling melons.

"Produced by Blessed Land? Stop fooling me. If this is really made by Blessed Land, you are sure you can still stand here safe and sound." Tang Bao was unmoved, and sneered on the face wearing the shadow mask.

The stall owner immediately knew that although Tang Bao looked young, he was not easy to fool, so he immediately smiled, "Look at what my little brother said, although I was not unearthed from the authentic blessed land, it was indeed brought out from the blessed land .”

Tang Bao picked up a sword. There was still blood on the hilt, which had dried up. He didn't notice it if he didn't pay attention. He immediately understood the meaning of the stall owner's words.

I'm afraid these things were all picked up from the dead people in Fudi.

It's just that such a background can't impress him.

Tang Bao pretended to look at it casually, looked at the long sword in his hand, and said casually, "What's the price of this sword?"

The stall owner immediately smiled and stretched out five fingers, "Not much, 50."

"Korean won?" Tang Bao glanced at it.

The stall owner had a long face, and said with a dry smile, "Brother, you are joking, of course it is Huaxia coins."

Tang Bao shook his head, put down the sword, and said, "The workmanship of this sword is average, and five thousand is about the same."

The stall owner hurriedly said, "But my sword was brought from the blessed land."

Tang Bao sneered and said, "So what? Who said that those who enter the blessed land must bring good treasures? Even if they do, are you sure you can protect them? Regardless of this, this sword alone is obviously worn by the other party's little disciple. That kind of ordinary small sword is better than handicrafts, so I have a basis for saying five thousand."

The stall owner was speechless. He realized that he really couldn't argue with Tang Bao. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Brother, I can't beat you. Do you want me to offer [-]?"

"Ten thousand?" Tang Bao picked it up deliberately, and did not agree immediately. Instead, he took the item represented by the red dot in the scanner before in his hand, which was an iron fan with a missing corner, "Ten thousand, these two I want it all."

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched, with a look of reluctance on his face, "This iron fan is a very lethal weapon, brother, at your price—"

"Two thousand pieces is enough. If it weren't for the fact that this fan is made of iron and looks interesting, do you think I would buy it?" Tang Bao said disdainfully, and at the same time placed the fan in front of the stall owner, "Even if it was very rare before , but this is missing a dime, is it still valuable? You go ask, whose antiques are still worth a dime? You think you are Heshibi."

The stall owner retreated in a row, but still hesitated, "But [-] is really too little, and I can't even cover my labor costs. How about [-]?"

"Hehe, labor costs, you think I'm young and ignorant, since I don't sell it, forget it, I think there should be quite a few fans here." Tang Bao put down the fan and was about to leave.

The face of the stall owner finally changed, he quickly stopped him, and said with a smile, "Brother, what are you in a hurry for? I'll sell it, can't I sell it?"

"Ten thousand?"

"Just ten thousand."

Finally the negotiation was concluded, the stall owner took out the POS machine from under the stall, Tang Bao took it, and chuckled, "What you are doing is really modern."

"You have to keep up with the times." The stall owner smiled.

After swiping the card, the stall owner watched Tang Bao leave with a smile, looked at the balance reminder on the SMS, and smiled contentedly.

As for Tang Bao, after getting away from the stall owner, he didn't immediately check the iron fan's extraordinary, but turned around and immediately went to the next red dot.

"Brother, let's take a look."

"Hello, uncle, goodbye, uncle."

"Uh……"

……

"It's all one-buy, 30 for a weapon... what, two thousand? Are you kidding me? Wait, wait, five thousand for one, it's a deal!"

……

After half an hour.

Finally came to the last red dot, Tang Bao looked at the little girl who was only eight or nine years old in front of him, a little dumbfounded, "Is this your booth?"

"It's my sister's. She'll be right back." Little Lolita seemed a little dazed.

"Your sister is really big-hearted." Tang Bao curled his lips and began to check casually.

"How did you sell this sword?" After a while, he picked up a sword and asked.

"Five..." Little Loli frowned, as if she had encountered some serious problem, looked at Tang Bao uncertainly for a moment, and then said confidently, "Five dollars."

"Five yuan?" Tang Bao was taken aback.

"Well, five yuan." As if afraid that Tang Bao would not believe it, the little Lolita made a gesture, extending her thumb and little finger.

Tang Bao has black lines all over his head.

For five dollars, you make six gestures?

Well, you're right about everything you say cute.

Tang Bao had no intention of taking advantage of this little lolita, and only waited for her sister to come back before discussing business.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Don't call me a little girl, I'm not a little girl." Little Lolita suddenly said angrily, pinching her waist with her hands, puffing her cheeks, pretending to be "vicious" and glaring at Tang Bao, but she didn't know that she had a cute face.

"Haha, you're not a little girl, so who are you?" Tang Bao joked while sitting aside.

"I won't tell you!" Little Loli turned her head arrogantly, as if she was worried about what Tang Bao would say, she turned her head again, and said angrily, "I warn you, don't call me a little girl." , otherwise, otherwise I—”

(End of this chapter)