In the attic of the red chimney, a small golden pipe fell to the ground. The woman in red clothes looked in surprise and looked in the direction of the shadow tower.
"That woman Yan Yu actually lost? She looked injured. Who on earth was she that managed to take down the entire shadow by herself?"
The woman with a red mole between her eyebrows also showed an expression of disbelief, her eyes wide open as if she had seen something absurd.
The red-robed woman, on the other hand, quickly recovered as normal. She chuckled like a silver bell and moved gently, like a beautiful dream or a puff of unpredictable smoke, coming down from the windowsill.
She stretched out her hand and the pipe on the ground jumped into her hand. With a gust of fragrant wind, she walked towards the attic stairs: "No matter who he is, he is worthy of our friendship just because he can pick out the shadow. Let's go, Nanyan. If you are slow, I'm afraid it will be snatched away by those clowns across the street."
"Yes, Miss Lan Meng." The woman named Nan Yan woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly followed the lady downstairs.
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The dust is flying.
Tianyang put away Hei Ting, moved silently, quietly came to the side of the street, and picked up the password box.
Under the mask, the boy's expression changed and he slowly turned around.
Twenty meters away, there were already several figures. The leader was wearing exaggerated and gorgeous armor and robes. His long hair was wet and stuck to his pale face. His dark green eyes reminded Tianyang of snakes or frogs, in short, something unpleasant.
Next to that man, there was a clown, a lady, and a fat man.
These people wore real masks, but no matter whether it was the expressionless man with dark eyes, the clown painted with oil paint, or the lady covering her face with a fan, they all gave people a stiff feeling.
It was as if they were still wearing invisible masks on their faces.
The clothes they wore were either too funny or too gorgeous, and they were out of place in the gray market. These people should be at a dance party, not a place like this where all the good and the bad get together.
Inside the mask, Tian Yang asked in a deliberately changed voice: "Hunger Ball?"
"That's right." The man with dark green eyes bowed exaggeratedly, "I am the founder of the dance party, 'Bidou'. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. 'Death God' who possesses great power."
Tian Yang narrowed his eyes slightly in the mask: "You actually know who I am. You guys are well-informed about the dance."
The dark-eyed man, who must have been using some kind of alias, smiled and said, "There are always a lot of guests at the party, so naturally we are more informed. In fact, the most traded thing at our Hungry Ball is news. All kinds of news..."
"It's true that they are well-informed, but how credible they are is hard to say." A vague, unreal female voice sounded.
Tianyang turned his head slightly and saw a woman in a red robe under the eaves of a nearby shop. She sat lazily on it, exposing one of her smooth and slender legs to the air without hesitation.
"Who is the lady?" Tianyang asked.
"This is Miss Lan Meng, the head of Red Chimney." In an alley next to the shop, a woman with a mole between her eyebrows was walking and introducing herself like this.
"Miss Lan Meng is not staying in the attic, but comes here to ruin my show. That's not a friendly attitude at all." Bi Dou, who was dressed extravagantly, expressed his dissatisfaction.
Lan Meng, who has a dreamy voice, laughed. Just this laughter alone made people have wild thoughts: "Mr. Bidou, how can this be considered as sabotage? I just want to reveal a certain truth to the powerful Mr. 'Death'."
Bi Dou smiled, a cold smile, like a snake spitting out poisonous information: "The truth? The truth is, Miss Lan Meng just wants to win a potential guest like Mr. Death. Our two families should compete fairly. Why do you have to step on one and praise the other?"
"It's rare that Mr. Bidou speaks straightforwardly today. It seems that the Hunger Dance is determined to win Mr. Death. However, I also want to make friends like Mr. Death." Lan Meng changed her sitting posture and became dignified and elegant. "Mr. Death, we at Red Chimney are willing to accept the things in your box at the same price as the shadow. Believe me, the things in your hands are very hot and you can't sell them easily."
"Miss Lan Meng is wrong, don't we dare to accept it at the ball?" Bidou said calmly, "Mr. Death, we can also accept the box. However, our price will be slightly lower than Shadow. You may not know that Shadow is supported by a big shot from Skyfort."
"Although we are not afraid of that gentleman, we need to lower the price to sell this set of materials. However, if you make a deal with us, you will become the guest of honor at our ball and be able to attend our 'private party'."
Tianyang's expression changed: "What is the so-called private party?"
Bidou smiled and explained, "It is a secret party hosted by us, with the venue provided and a limited time. The participants are distinguished guests like you, sir. Guests can exchange or buy and sell information and even all kinds of goods at the party."
This is good, an important source of information!
Lan Meng smiled softly and said, "Mr. Death, perhaps you don't know that there is a big boss behind Mr. Bidou's ball, and that big boss is not from our Sky Fort. Can you really trust these outsiders? We Red Chimneys are different. We have the top five gates of the fortress behind us. If you are also from Sky Fort, I believe you will know how to choose."
Tianyang was deeply shocked when he heard this.
This gray market is indeed full of hidden talents. Shadow, Red Chimney, Hunger Ball... Behind these three companies, there are bigger forces supporting them.
The person standing behind the shadow seems to be a high-ranking official of the fortress; the red chimney is the property of a family in the Upper Five Gates; and the Hunger Ball was founded by an outsider. This outsider is able to compete with the high-ranking officials of the fortress and the Upper Five Gates, so he must be no simple person!
No wonder the fortress turned a blind eye to the black market. It turns out so many people and things are involved.
After each playing their cards, Lan Meng and Bi Dou said nothing more, as if waiting for Tianyang's decision.
The boy thought for a moment and said to Bidou, "The conditions of the dance party are more attractive to me. I look forward to the day when I can attend a private party."
A smile appeared on Bidou's pale face: "I believe it won't be long before you can attend the party."
One of the important reasons for choosing the Hunger Ball is that this store, or this organization, is outside.
The matter that the boy was investigating involved the upper echelons of the fortress, and it was likely that the five gates would also be involved. In this case, the help that an outside organization could provide him would be far greater and more extensive than that provided by the organization within the fortress.
Moreover, the teenager's information channel about the dance and the so-called "private party"
Very interested in '.
If he thinks further ahead, he will definitely have to leave Skyfort in the future. If he becomes an important guest of the organization behind the scenes through the ball, it will also be helpful for his long journey.
In contrast, the Red Chimney is confined to the Skyfort and is not as attractive to Tianyang.
Finally, there is a personal factor.
The young man didn't like the woman's condescending attitude. Relatively speaking, although people like Bidou were weird, at least they were more sincere.
Watching Tianyang and the people from the Hunger Ball leave, Lan Meng slowly picked up the pipe, took a puff, and smiled silently.
When he woke up the next day, he ate the food provided by the ordering machine and stared blankly at the anonymous account card on the table. The black card was shining in the sun, and there were exactly 200,000 contribution points in the card.
Two hundred thousand contribution points, one hundred and twenty thousand came from Shadow, and the other eighty thousand were the result of a transaction with the Hunger Ball.
In just one night, the boy's wealth doubled, which made him feel unreal.
Thinking back to how long he had been in the Beidou base, he only earned 150,000 yuan from the Yun family. But just last night, he earned 190,000 yuan from the gray market.
This made the young man realize for the first time that power and wealth were originally linked. Now he began to understand why the Yun family was so rich.
After clearing the dishes and looking out the window at the good weather, the boy murmured, "Let's buy a car."
The unicycle he was using was assigned to him by the fortress, but the performance of the unicycle was average, and it was very inconvenient when it was windy and rainy.
Ever since Yunze picked him up in a Jiaolong chariot at the briefing before the last competition, the boy has been obsessed with that chariot.
However, it was a waste to drive a chariot in the fortress, and there were falcon chariots to ride when leaving the city or entering the reverse world. Therefore, Tianyang set his sights on those civilian magnetic energy cars.
After changing his clothes and taking his anonymous card, the boy left the apartment.
There are several car dealerships in Shangcheng District, one of which is officially run by the Fortress. The main models are traditional classic ones, and the main customers are the officials of the Fortress.
As for young people, they basically won’t go to this car dealership to buy cars, because their car models can be described as remaining the same for ten years.
In contrast, several other car dealerships launch new models every year, with affordable prices and first-class after-sales service, so they become the first choice for many car buyers.
It’s just that their cars are slightly inferior in quality to those produced by Fortress, but this does not prevent young people like Tianyang from favoring them.
When Tianyang arrived at a car dealership called "Liuguang", the dealership had just opened its doors for business. Looking at the new models on the display stand, Tianyang knew he had come to the right place.
When he walked in, a pretty sales lady quickly put down her cup and stepped on small pieces of debris to greet him: "Welcome, which model of our car would you like, sir?"
Tianyang was buying a car for the first time and had no experience. He said shyly, "Can you introduce one to me? I don't know which model is more suitable for me."
The sales lady smiled professionally and said, "No problem. We have a new car coming out recently. I'll take you to have a look. This way, please..."