End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The dim lanterns cast a hazy shadow on the dock, and the air was filled with the smell of fish and an indescribable smell of decay.

Fan Mengmeng held Teng Junze's hand tightly, her heart beating a little faster.

This is the black market, a trading place hidden in the dark, full of all kinds of shady transactions and conspiracies.

Teng Junze took Fan Mengmeng through several narrow alleys as if they were familiar with the place, and came to a seemingly ordinary warehouse.

When you push open the door, you will find a different world inside, with bright lights, bustling voices, and a wide variety of goods.

Manager Zhao had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Teng Junze, he came up to him with a big smile on his face, "Mr. Teng, you are finally here! The goods you brought this time must be more valuable, right?" His eyes flickered and he glanced at Fan Mengmeng behind Teng Junze.

Teng Junze calmly stood in front of Fan Mengmeng and said, "Shopkeeper Zhao, let's take a look at your goods first."

Manager Zhao clapped his hands, and several strong men came over carrying several boxes.

When the box was opened, it was filled with various antiques: porcelain, jade, calligraphy and paintings... Under the dim light, they sparkled with an alluring luster.

"Mr. Teng, these are treasures that I have collected for many years. I will only exchange them for the rare items you brought." Manager Zhao said generously, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Fan Mengmeng came forward and looked at these antiques carefully.

Relying on the identification knowledge she had accumulated in modern times, she soon discovered that these so-called "treasures" were actually fakes!

"Shopkeeper Zhao," Fan Mengmeng's clear voice broke through the noise in the warehouse, "There seems to be something wrong with these antiques of yours."

Shopkeeper Zhao's expression changed. "What do you mean, young lady?"

Fan Mengmeng pointed to one of the porcelains and talked about it, pointing out its counterfeit features one by one, from the body, glaze color to the patterns.

The people around were originally watching the fun, but now they couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

Manager Zhao's expression became increasingly grim, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

He didn't expect that this seemingly weak woman had such a sharp vision.

"Manager Zhao," Teng Junze's voice was as cold as ice, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Shopkeeper Zhao suppressed his anger and said with a forced smile, "It seems that Master Teng has brought a master with him. However, business, of course, requires bargaining..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the warehouse was suddenly thrown open, and a group of thugs armed with sticks rushed in...

The door of the warehouse was kicked open and a group of thugs rushed in like wolves and tigers, waving sticks and making a whistling sound.

The fake smile on Shopkeeper Zhao's face vanished completely, replaced by a ferocious rage: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty! Come on, take these two down!"

Teng Junze's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice to Guard Zhou behind him: "Protect her." Guard Zhou was burly and stood in front of Fan Mengmeng like an iron tower. He drew the sword at his waist and a cold light flashed.

"Mr. Teng, do you think you can hold off so many of us by yourself?" Manager Zhao smiled sinisterly, as if he had already seen the scene of Teng Junze being beaten to the ground with sticks.

The crowd around who were originally watching the excitement retreated one after another, fearing that they would be involved in this sudden conflict.

Some people who knew the shopkeeper Zhao whispered about Teng Junze's recklessness, their words full of disdain for him.

Teng Junze sneered and drew out his sword. The sword light was like snow and the chill was overwhelming.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, Fan Mengmeng suddenly appeared from behind Guard Zhou.

"Mengmeng, it's dangerous!" Teng Junze was shocked and wanted to stop it but it was too late.

Fan Mengmeng was flexible and light-footed, and she actually used a set of modern close combat techniques.

Her moves were as fast as lightning, and each one hit the vital points. Before the thugs could react, they fell to the ground wailing.

Guard Zhou also cooperated well, and the thugs were defeated one after another amid the flash of swords and sabers.

Manager Zhao's face turned pale as he watched the thugs he brought with him fall one by one. He didn't expect that this seemingly weak woman was so powerful.

He knew the situation was hopeless and turned around to escape.

"Want to leave?" Fan Mengmeng took a step forward and kicked the shopkeeper Zhao on the knee. The shopkeeper Zhao screamed and fell to his knees.

"I'll let you go this time," Fan Mengmeng said coldly, "If you dare to play tricks again next time, I won't let you go so easily."

Manager Zhao crawled out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night.

The warehouse was in a mess and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Teng Junze looked at Fan Mengmeng standing in the middle of the crowd with a complicated look... "Mengmeng..."

When Teng Junze saw that Fan Mengmeng was safe and sound, his tense nerves finally relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked to her side, gently held her hand, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in his tone: "Mengmeng, are you okay?"

Fan Mengmeng felt the warmth in his palm, and her heart warmed. She held his hand in return and gave him a reassuring smile: "I'm fine, don't worry. This little scene can't bother me." She blinked playfully, trying to ease the tense atmosphere with a relaxed tone.

Guard Zhou watched the two men clasping hands, then tactfully stepped aside and directed his men to clean up the scene.

The bloody smell in the warehouse gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint medicinal fragrance, which was the smell of the medicinal herbs that Fan Mengmeng had traded before.

Although this black market transaction encountered the calculations of Manager Zhao, it also allowed them to establish prestige in the black market.

Fan Mengmeng's skills and Teng Junze's status made the small businessmen who were originally on the sidelines take notice.

Before long, several small businessmen came up cautiously and expressed their intention to cooperate.

A short, fat, middle-aged man with a beaming face rubbed his hands and said, "Master Teng, Miss Fan, my name is Wang Er, and I'm in the spice business. I just saw Miss Fan's skills and I'm really impressed! I'd like to do business with you two in the future. Please take good care of me."

Another lean man chimed in, "My name is Li San, and I'm in the cloth business. I admire your courage and determination, and I hope we can have a chance to work together."

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze exchanged glances and saw a hint of vigilance in each other's eyes.

Are these small businessmen’s sudden displays of goodwill sincere or do they have other motives?

"We'll talk about cooperation later." Teng Junze said in a calm tone, observing the expressions of these people silently.

"Yes, yes, we dare not disturb you two." Wang Er, Li San and others nodded and retreated, but there was a barely perceptible gleam in their eyes.

Late at night, Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze walked side by side on their way home. The moonlight cast a long shadow on the bluestone road.

"Mengmeng," Teng Junze suddenly said, "I'm afraid these small businessmen are not that simple."

Fan Mengmeng nodded in agreement. "I think it's a little strange, too. But since they've come to us on their own initiative, we might as well take advantage of them..."

The next day, at the dock, Boatman Sun was directing the workers to load the cargo onto the ship.

The sky was gloomy and the wind was getting stronger.

He looked up at the sky, feeling vaguely uneasy... "I'm afraid the weather is going to change..."