"If it's yours, I would like to negotiate with you and borrow your Black Order. Of course, I won't let you suffer any loss. As long as you name a price, I can rent it at a high price."
Perhaps because Feng Jiu was not very young, the middle-aged man actually said such words. When he said this, the man next to him and Manager Huang couldn't help but look at him. The two moved their lips, but didn't say anything. They just kept their eyes on the young man in red.
However, Feng Jiu smiled when she heard this, and did not respond to him. Instead, she looked at Manager Huang and asked curiously, "Can the black orders on the black market be rented out like this?"
Manager Huang smiled awkwardly, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then said to Feng Jiu, "Sir, there is no such example in the black market." As soon as he finished speaking, he said to the middle-aged man, "You should go to the private room and wait for me first!"
However, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and glanced at Manager Huang: "It's not impossible. As long as this young master agrees, it will become a private transaction. And it won't take me long. A month is enough."
Although they are the black market stewards, they are usually on duty outside, which is different from the manager position of the black market. If they had the convenience to get the black market's black order, he would not have seized the opportunity in front of him.
In fact, in his opinion, although this young man in red has an outstanding temperament, he is young and inexperienced after all. If he gives him enough benefits, he is not afraid that he will not agree to the deal.
Seeing that the middle-aged man was still trying to get her black order, she curled her lips and looked at Manager Huang: "Where is my black order?"
Hearing this, Steward Huang then remembered that the black order was still in the hands of the middle-aged steward, and hurriedly said, "Brother Xu, quickly take out the black order and return it to this young master."
"Lao Xu, return the Black Order to this young man! We can think of another way." The middle-aged man on the side also said this. After all, he also knew that renting the Black Order was not appropriate at all.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the middle-aged man surnamed Xu glanced at Fengjiu, paused for a moment, took out the black order from his sleeve and handed it to Fengjiu, saying, "This is the young master's black order, please keep it."
Feng Jiu glanced at the middle-aged man who had been looking at her, smiled, and took the black order. However, as she took it, her eyes moved slightly. She looked at the black order in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Is this my black order?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the three people changed, especially the steward Huang, who hurriedly took the hand and took a look. When he saw it, he was slightly startled and looked at the middle-aged man named Xu with a stern face beside him.
"Brother Xu, this... you..."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man on the side frowned, looked at the middle-aged man surnamed Xu, and then looked at the black order in Manager Huang's hand, as if thinking about something.
"What do you mean, sir? This black order is not yours, could it be fake?" The middle-aged man's face darkened, and the pressure of a Jindan cultivator spread out and enveloped Fengjiu.
Feeling the pressure coming, Leng Shuang's already cold face became even colder. She looked at her brother beside her and saw that he was trying hard to bear it and didn't move, but cold sweat was oozing from his forehead. Seeing this, she glanced at the middle-aged man.