Chapter 216 Well, I heard it but pretended I didn't understand!
Qianye picked up his wine and took a sip before looking up at the fox opposite him: "There's a lot to consider, especially ensuring the quality of the potions."
The fox carefully put away his contract and said, "This is something I need to resolve, Boss Qianye."
Qianye lowered her eyes, looked at the contract that belonged to her on the table, and nodded: "Of course."
The German Shepherd's gaze fell on the shelf, which had a wall of medicines on it, and it caught the eye.
Helian Ye withdrew his gaze and very naturally picked up the wine in front of him and took a sip.
He regretted it the moment the cold liquid touched his tongue. It was spicy, very spicy, extremely spicy, even spicier than the homemade liquor his great-grandmother used to make.
He held it in for a long time, and finally caught his breath.
The rabbit noticed the German Shepherd's reaction, its bright red eyes darting around before it looked at the wine in front of it and, with lightning speed, picked it up and took a sip.
Chu Xuange squeezed her hand, glanced at her, and said with a hint of disapproval in his eyes, "Boss Qianye, that's enough for today. See you next time."
Qianye looked at them with a smile: "How is it? Is the demon race's wine delicious?"
German Shepherd: "Haha, it tastes pretty good."
Qianye was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that someone would have such good taste to appreciate the wine of their demon race. She looked at the German Shepherd: "Wait a moment."
Helian Ye: "???"
Qianye entered the inner room and soon returned carrying a case of wine: "This is for you."
Helian Ye: "!!!"
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate? I can't just accept so many things from you for no reason."
Qianye said solemnly, "I admire your taste."
What does it feel like to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot? Helian Ye now understood. He put on a stern face and picked up the wine.
Qianye reminded her, "Put the wine in your backpack so it doesn't get damaged."
Helian Ye paused for a moment, then stuffed the wine into his backpack: "Thank you, Boss Qianye."
The fox and the rabbit were waiting for the German Shepherd.
After saying goodbye to Qianye, the three of them left the shop. Looking at the scene outside the shop, the German Shepherd asked in a low voice, "Is this Qianye a high-ranking figure in the black market?"
The fox said, "I don't know, but she can participate in the black market's management discussions."
He was more familiar with Sin City than with the black market. The threshold for entering the black market wasn't very high, and [Get Rich, Get Rich, Get Rich] and his ilk often came in. Although they had masks and black robes to conceal their identities, this concealment wasn't foolproof.
The three of them strolled through the black market. The rabbit was thinking about buying flowerpots, the fox was thinking about the cherry trees he had planted, and the German Shepherd was busy expanding his horizons.
The German Shepherd said, "I need to go buy some things and decide on a meeting point."
The rabbit glanced at the time and pointed to a small stall selling handicrafts not far away, which belonged to Lambert: "Meet in front of that handicraft stall in twenty minutes. Send me a message if you need to communicate."
After getting the answer, the German Shepherd left happily, like a wild horse let loose.
"Okay, see you later."
The rabbit looked at the fox: "Shall we look for flower pots together or separately?"
"Together."
The black market was large and sold a wide variety of goods. The rabbit squatted in front of a stall selling strange plants, its bright red eyes staring at the dazzling array of merchandise: "Why can't the black market do proxy shopping?"
The fox said, "Because it's an illegal place, we can't pay taxes."
The rabbit turned to look at him and said, "Then your cooperation with Qianye is tax evasion."
The fox shrugged: "No, you also have to 'pay taxes' here, but the taxes are different from the normal ones; they follow the black market rules."
The rabbit nodded, turned her attention to the stall, and handed the plant she had picked out to the owner—who was dressed in a uniform black robe and wore a serpent eagle mask: "Calculate the price."
After calculating the price, the rabbit received the plant she had purchased and then asked, "Boss, do you sell flower pots here?"
The secretary bird tilted its head, its beautiful feathers ruffling. "Yes, what kind do you want?"
The rabbit tilted its head and said, "An epic flowerpot."
The secretary bird bristled instantly and shooed the person away: "Get out of here, get out of here! Are you deliberately here to cause trouble?"
The rabbit and the fox were driven away.
The rabbit, holding the fox's hand, squatted on the roadside and laughed heartily: "What is it doing? Hahahaha, if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist."
The fox helplessly pulled the rabbit up, his face full of exasperation: "Stop laughing, aren't you angry about being kicked out?"
The rabbit's ears twitched: "What's there to be angry about? Asking about epic flowerpots at someone's stall will definitely be seen as meddling. I was just asking on a whim."
"Besides, don't you think the secretary bird, when it bristles and chases us away, looks like a crazy badminton shuttlecock?"
As the rabbit spoke, it started to chuckle again.
The fox recalled the scene and chuckled. The baby's description was vivid, interesting, and accurate, just like a crazy badminton game: "Baby, why is your focus always so strange?"
The rabbit calmed down, rubbed her face, and pulled the fox along as they continued shopping: "Okay, okay, stop laughing. Let's keep looking. If we don't see it at the stalls, we'll check the shops."
The fox chuckled and asked, "Aren't you afraid we'll be kicked out again as troublemakers?"
The rabbit stood ramrod straight as she pulled him forward, her voice gentle yet firm: "It's alright, it's nothing serious."
The fox's eyes shimmered, and it took the grip back.
She was always like that, with a vibrant and upward-looking vitality and innate courage, making people unable to resist taking one look, then another, until they were completely captivated.
"Baby."
"what?"
"Baby."
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"Baby."
"Has your tape recorder come to life?"
The fox laughed: "Hahahaha, hmm, the repeating machine has come to life."
The two wandered around for a long time without buying a flowerpot, but they did manage to glean two useful pieces of information.
—The 46th Wisteria Commodity Fair is about to begin. Invitations will be sent out randomly. Planter Nori will be in attendance, and among the products she has prepared is an epic flowerpot.
— To conduct purchasing on behalf of others in the main city of Wandering, one needs to undergo tax registration, city filing, qualification review, and special license.
Tax registration needs to be done at the tax office; the other three require going to the main city to find the market management department for a review of the purchasing agent's qualifications, which mainly involves checking how much money is in the account, city filing, and applying for special permits. The process is very complicated.
The German Shepherd walked around but didn't buy anything. Seeing that the appointed time was approaching, it hurriedly went to the handicraft stall and stood there, staring at Lambert.
Lambert held back for a while, but couldn't help himself: "Sir, if you're not going to buy anything, please move aside. Don't do business in front of me."
Helian Ye shifted slightly, and after making sure he wasn't blocking the stall, he continued to stand there shamelessly.
Lambert: "..."
Well, this guy just pretended not to understand?!