"Mr. Jiu, what do we do now?"
His underling was a little scared.
He had seen with his own eyes how those people had broken out in bumps, and some had their entire faces swell up from an allergic reaction. If they were disfigured, the little money they made selling soap wouldn't be nearly enough to compensate them.
But Mr. Jiu reviewed his plan in his mind and felt there was nothing wrong with it. He stood up.
"Let's go. I'll go with you to take a look."
Mr. Jiu brought his underling to the black market on the east side—this was his home turf.
In Qingshan County Town, there was a black market in the north, south, east, and west. Lu Yuanbin currently controlled the resources of three of them, while he controlled only one.
The East Market was his main territory.
Because that kid Lu Yuanbin could always get his hands on some rare goods, the East Market had the worst business of the four.
