In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

Wang Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly:

"Of course, Brother Zhao, once we enter the black market, find a safe place and I will definitely let you see everything clearly."

Although he agreed to this verbally, he knew in his heart that he would have to find a way to continue to fool people when the time came.

The two of them, with their own thoughts in their minds, continued walking towards the black market under the cover of night, their steps becoming increasingly hurried.

It was as if they were being pushed forward by an invisible hand, and the black market hidden in the darkness was waiting for them to unveil its mystery.

Wang Jianguo followed Zhao Dakuo closely all the way, his steps hurried and his heart in his throat.

They shuttled through the intricate streets and alleys. On both sides of the narrow paths, houses stood unevenly. Some had their doors and windows closed, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, while others were half-open, revealing dim lights. Occasionally, they could hear low conversations coming from inside the houses.

Zhao Dakuo turned left and right skillfully, like a night owl groping forward in the dark. Every turn was precise and it was obvious that he knew the area very well.

Finally, after passing a dirty and smelly alley, Wang Jianguo felt that the atmosphere around him suddenly became more mysterious.

A dim area appeared ahead, with a bustling but suppressed noise. Zhao Dakuo stopped, turned slightly, and whispered to Wang Jianguo:

"Brother, we're here. That's the entrance to the black market."

Wang Jianguo looked up when he heard the sound, and saw two burly men standing upright in the distance guarding.

The two sturdy men looked like two black towers, with their muscles taut. In the dim light, one could vaguely see the bulging biceps under their short-sleeved shirts and the cold, inviolable expressions on their faces.

Wang Jianguo and Zhao Dakuo approached the entrance slowly and cautiously, their footsteps so light that they were almost inaudible, and every step seemed to be stepping on tense heartstrings.

Before the two men got close enough, the two sturdy men, like alert hounds, instantly caught onto their movements.

One of the sturdy men turned slightly sideways, his eyes locked on them as sharp as an eagle. Then, the two of them took big steps forward and quickly blocked Wang Jianguo and Zhao Dakuo a few steps away from the entrance.

The sturdy man in the lead had shiny dark skin and a shallow scar on his face that was particularly eye-catching in the dim light. He frowned and spoke in a rough voice:

"The road ahead is under construction. You are not allowed to enter. What are you two doing?"

The voice was like a huge bell, making people's ears buzz in the silent night. As he spoke, he looked up and down at Wang Jianguo and Zhao Dakuo with a scrutinizing gaze.

There was no trace of friendliness in his eyes, as if he would take immediate action if they made the slightest movement.

The other sturdy man crossed his arms over his chest, his chest like a thick wall, bulging his already faded black vest.

He tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes into slits, and cooperated with his companions to stare closely at the two uninvited guests in front of them. Without saying a word, he exuded an invisible deterrent force that made Wang Jianguo feel a chill on his back.

Wang Jianguo's heart skipped a beat and he secretly complained:

He had just arrived at the door and had run into a tough guy. He must not let things get out of hand. He subconsciously leaned towards Zhao Dakuo, his eyes full of help.

I hope this "guide" can come up with a plan to deal with it quickly. Zhao Dakuo seemed relatively calm. He raised his chin slightly with a seemingly confident smile on his face.

Just as he was about to explain calmly, a war of words without visible smoke quietly began at the entrance of the black market.

The night was like thick ink, covering the entire city tightly, with only a hint of mysterious light shining from the black market.

When Zhao Dakuo saw this scene, his heart tightened slightly, but his years of experience in the market allowed him to adjust his state instantly.

His face was instantly filled with a flattering smile, which was like a lamp that was instantly lit. It was so bright that it was a little exaggerated, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were squeezed even deeper.

He took a few quick steps forward, bowed slightly, nodded and bowed in a humble manner, and said to the two strong men:

"Brother, thank you for your hard work! I came here today to sell some things to supplement my family's income. You two are here to watch over us. The stability of this black market is thanks to you!"

As he spoke, he deliberately wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead with his hand to show his "sincerity".

"Oh, right,"

As if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up and he added in a louder voice:

"There's a guy called Xiaohu here. He's my lifelong brother. He must know me. If you don't believe me, go ask him."

There was a lot of confidence in his words, as if he wanted to use this relationship to pave the way for himself.

The two sturdy men looked at each other. The one in the lead had shiny dark skin and a shallow scar on his face that ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. In the dim light, he looked like a dormant centipede, and seemed particularly hideous.

He frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Dakuo several times, and spoke in a rough voice:

"The management fee is fifty cents per person."

The voice was deep and rich, making people's eardrums hurt in the silent night, like an unquestionable verdict.

When Zhao Dakuo heard this, the smile on his face froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to his playful look.

He scratched his head, rolled his eyes around, made an exaggerated expression of surprise, and said:

"My dear brothers, this is a bit strange. When I came here some time ago, wasn't it still 30 cents? How come the price has gone up in the blink of an eye? You two need to explain it to me."

As he spoke, he patted his chest lightly, as if he was complaining about himself, but in fact he wanted to test the waters and see if he could pay less.

When the sturdy man heard this, a trace of impatience flashed across his face. He curled his lips and replied unhappily:

"It was the past, now it's just 50 cents per person, you can choose whether to enter or not."

His tone was firm and cold, and his eyes revealed his annoyance with Zhao Dakuo's bargaining, as if to say, don't bother me with the past, rules are rules.

At the same time, he took a slight step forward, puffed out his chest, and demonstrated his intimidation, as if he would chase you away if you said one more word.

Wang Jianguo, who was standing aside, felt his heart in his throat. He watched the negotiation between the two nervously, his palms already filled with sweat.

At this moment, he knew very well that this was related to whether the medication problem of Yang Xiaohua's father could be successfully solved. He also secretly admired Zhao Dakuo's cleverness. He just hoped that this small storm could be settled quickly so that he could enter the black market smoothly.