Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Liu Min's lips, and the smile seemed somewhat mysterious in the interweaving of light and shadow.

He paused deliberately, staring intently at Xia Jun. Seeing Xia Jun's expectant look, he slowly said, "As for this matter, trading some things on the black market can make money quickly. I only recently found a way. You know, not just anyone can go into the black market and trade things for a long time. The black market still has managers. There are bosses in charge. These people are all gangsters, very powerful. However, this matter must be kept secret. If people find out, it will be terrible."

Xia Jun was shocked. He naturally knew that black market transactions were illegal, and a trace of hesitation flashed through his mind.

Liu Min saw his struggle and continued to advocate.

"Xia Jun, I'm telling you. I have no other choice. If I hadn't just recently finally gotten in touch with this connection, I wouldn't be able to handle it on my own and I wouldn't have come to you. I think you're a smart and knowledgeable young man, and you're a good businessman. That's why I came to you. Besides, if you hadn't been feeling so pitiful recently, I wouldn't necessarily have come to you. At worst, I can do it slowly on my own, doing a little bit now, and making some money will be fine. Anyway, I only have one mouth to feed, so I don't spend much. I've been living this way for many years."

Xia Jun heard what Liu Min said and seemed very dissatisfied with him. However, this was a great opportunity. He didn't want to give up. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes showed a ferocious struggle, which looked a little scary.

A flash of disdain flashed across Liu Jun's eyes, and he quickly concealed his expression.

Xia Jun was so immersed in the struggle that he didn't pay any attention.

At this moment, the contemptuous eyes of the villagers emerged in his mind, and he remembered his isolation and helplessness in the educated youth center.

He then thought that if he had enough money, perhaps he could change all this and live a life of respect and prosperity again.

That bit of hesitation was instantly overwhelmed by strong desire.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming firm: "Uncle Min, as long as I can make money, I'm not afraid."

He looked at Liu Min and suddenly became a little embarrassed.

After hesitating for a while, he finally managed to speak out, "But, but, I don't have any capital! I don't have a single cent."

Liu Min laughed this time.

He thought to himself, "Humph, they are all poor bastards. They are greedy for money and can do anything with money."

However, he was already an old spy, and his feelings were not revealed on his face. The smile on his face became even wider.

He patted Xia Jun's shoulder. That seemingly encouraging pat was like a gentle pluck on the string of Xia Jun's fate, slowly leading him into the abyss of darkness:

"Good boy, you have courage. Uncle likes people like you. However, you have to follow my arrangements on this matter and don't act rashly."

Xia Jun nodded quickly, his heart filled with gratitude and trust for Liu Min, completely unaware that he had stepped into a trap carefully laid by Liu Min. He continued to stare at Liu Min with longing, but he didn't say, "What will I do with the capital?" Everyone knows that to trade, you need capital!

Liu Min glanced at him and stopped keeping him in suspense.

"Well, as for the capital, you don't have to worry about it. Let's put it this way. I've lived a lifetime and have some savings. This first time, I'll put up all the capital myself. When we make money, we won't split it up yet. We'll continue to trade with the money we make. Later, we'll split it equally between the two of us."

After hearing this, Xia Jun showed great surprise on his face.

"Really? How can I feel embarrassed about that? This, this, wouldn't I be taking advantage of you, uncle?" He scratched his head with an embarrassed look on his face, but he had no intention of refusing at all.

"It's okay, it's okay. You just need to put in more effort in the future. In this kind of thing, when we work together, there's no such thing as one person getting the better of the other. I'm older, so I definitely can't do as much work as you do. I'll just pay a little more and cover your share. That way, we can work together from now on without any grudges. Isn't that great?"

When Lantian saw this, he couldn't help but applaud Liu Min!

I never thought such a quiet man could be so articulate. Liu Min, in his usual village life, was inconspicuous. He was said to be nearly sixty years old. He had never married, and the village committee took great care of him, awarding him work points every year.

Lantian couldn't understand it. Liu Min seemed to be a native of Liujia Village, so how could he join the enemy's spy organization?

Moreover, this person seems very capable! How could he be an external messenger for an enemy spy organization? It seems that he has no deep contact with the enemy spy organization.

This left her puzzled, so she let it go for the time being.

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From then on, Xia Jun was like an adventurer who quietly sneaked into the dark world, often following Liu Min in and out of the black market.

In the depths of the black market, the light was as dim as if it had been stained with ink.

Xia Jun followed Liu Min closely, his heart beating violently in his chest, and he whispered that it was about to burst out of his chest.

Because it was the first time, Liu Min insisted on bringing Xia Jun to the black market personally.

Liu Min seemed to be strolling in the garden, familiarly moving among the bustling yet silent crowd. His eyes were calm and sharp, like a hawk foraging in the dark night, not missing any possible opportunity.

Because when he first set foot in this forbidden land, Xia Jun was like a little deer entering a strange jungle, full of fear and anxiety.

Every time he stepped into the black market, he walked very lightly and slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing a sleeping beast.

He was always observing his surroundings vigilantly, his eyes quickly moving between faces and corners, not missing any movement.

His body was slightly tense, and his shoulders were unconsciously hunched, as if he was resisting some invisible pressure.

They settled on the location for their stall in a dark corner. Liu Min thought for a moment, then placed a large piece of black cloth on the ground. He then took out a variety of unusual items from Xia Jun's bag and placed them on the cloth.

"Xia Jun, I specially asked someone to sew this black cloth. Look, there are handles on the four corners. If someone makes a surprise inspection, you can grab the four handles, wrap the whole thing around, and take it all away." He stopped.

Xia Jun's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Wow, uncle, you're amazing. You even thought of this."

Liu Min waved his hand, said nothing, and continued to tinker with the stall.

At this time, a middle-aged man with flickering eyes and a cunning face walked up to the black cloth.

He looked at Liu Min and immediately put on a fake smile, which contained countless calculations.

Liu Min raised his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

The middle-aged man glanced around the stalls, his fingers casually tapping on a piece of ancient-looking porcelain, and asked nonchalantly, "How much is this thing?"

Liu Min rubbed his hands together and shook his five fingers: "Sir, this is a good thing. The price is fifty yuan."

The middle-aged man sneered, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm a sucker? This thing is only twenty bucks at most. You're like blowing a trumpet on an airplane—thinking louder. You can't ask for an exorbitant price."

Liu Min listened to the middle-aged man's words, but he didn't get angry. His face fell instantly, and he pretended to be heartbroken. "Comrade, you can't lower the price so much. I got these at great risk. The purchase price is more than this. Please add a little more."

The middle-aged man remained unmoved.

"How about this? I have a lot of this stuff here. But I don't think you need to use cash if you want to trade. You can just give me grain. I'll sell you a hundred kilograms of grain."

When he heard that he could exchange it for food, the visitor's eyes flashed.

Even Xia Jun could see that this man had no shortage of food.

Oh my god, what era is this? There are still people who don't lack food. This is a big deal. We must keep this person.

Liu Min continued to persuade the visitor. He pointed to a small object beside him and said to the middle-aged man, "Comrade, you see, I'm really willing to sell it. To be honest, I have a lot of this kind of thing here. Look, I can give you that small object as a bonus. I'll give it to you in exchange for a hundred kilograms of grain."

"Change, change." This time, the middle-aged man made up his mind.

He turned around and walked back. After a while, he came back carrying a large bag of food and exchanged the two items.

Xia Jun took a look and saw a porcelain plate and a small snuff bottle, probably from the Tang Dynasty. In modern times, this kind of thing would be worth at least 50 million.

So, middle-aged people are also experts!

The two successfully completed their first business deal and were very happy.

When the middle-aged man walked to a relatively secluded corner and disappeared, Xia Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said with a trembling voice, "Uncle, you are really amazing. You can get the business done like this."

Liu Min snorted disdainfully. "In this black market, if you're not ruthless and shrewd, you'll just get ripped off. It's called 'don't release the eagle until you see the rabbit'—play it safe.'"

As he spoke, he rearranged the things on the black cloth, his eyes showing a hint of greed and satisfaction, as he had already seen the huge profit after selling the porcelain at a high price.

Xia Jun nodded silently, his eyes showing both admiration for Liu Min and his vision of a future where he would be able to dominate the black market.

After a while, Liu Min felt a little impatient.

He thought for a moment and said to Xia Jun:

"Xia Jun, look, that's how it works. Wait a minute, and then you can sell the grain and we can get the cash and keep it in our own hands."

"Wow, uncle, you're amazing. Where did you get all this stuff?"

"Now that we're destroying the three old things, I have a channel that can help me get some of these. Look, we'll break even on this deal today. Work hard, uncle has faith in you. I think you should be familiar with these things by now. Uncle, I'm not feeling well staying here. I'm leaving first, and I'll leave it to you from now on."

After hearing these words, Xia Jun's face instantly showed a look of deep emotion.

He asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Uncle, do you really believe me?"

At this time, Liu Min, who was standing aside, couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he heard this.

He thought to himself:

"Humph, what are you talking about?! This deal is obviously a losing deal. If it weren't for the fact that you and Song Xiang are indeed talented, I wouldn't be trying so hard to force money into your hands!"

However, although he thought so in his heart, Liu Min did not show it at all on the surface.

He smiled and responded in a friendly tone:

"Oh, Xiao Xia, look at what you're saying! Do we really need to be so formal with each other? It's okay, it's okay, just put your mind at ease. Of course, your uncle trusts you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Min slowly stood up, waved his hand casually, and then turned around and left this bustling and mixed black market alone without looking back.

Xia Jun looked at Liu Min's back as he walked away, and at first he seemed a little helpless and flustered.

After all, he was alone and suddenly faced with various unexpected situations in the black market. It was indeed difficult for him to adapt and cope with them for a while.

However, as several transactions flowed smoothly like an undercurrent in this secret world, and seeing the white cash flowing steadily into his pocket like a trickle, the fear in Xia Jun's heart gradually dissipated like morning mist dispelled by the sun.

He became more and more calm, and had already figured out everything about the black market.

His courage, like a balloon inflated by the spring breeze, grew bigger and bigger.

The originally tense face gradually relaxed, replaced by a smug smile, which concealed the desire and greed for wealth.

His steps in the black market became more confident and calm, no longer as cautious as before. He even began to take the initiative to talk to some regular customers, with cunning and shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He had gradually become addicted to this way of making money quickly.

In his eyes, the black market is no longer a dangerous minefield, but his secret passage to the palace of wealth.

Later, after struggling in the waves of this black market for a long time, Xia Jun gradually felt that he was alone in this black market with turbulent undercurrents, like a lone boat sailing on the sea, and he was somewhat weak and powerless.

Ever since Liu Min first took Xia Jun to the mysterious black market, he rarely appeared there in person.

Normally, Liu Min would carefully prepare sufficient supplies in advance and transport them safely to areas around the black market.

Next, this important task was handed over to Xia Jun - he was responsible for quietly delivering these goods into the black market, and then skillfully maneuvering and reselling them there.

As time slowly passed, this operation continued for a while.

However, Xia Jun gradually realized that he could no longer cope with the increasingly complicated affairs in the black market on his own.

Although he was puzzled as to where Liu Min got so many goods of unknown origin, it was undeniable that these goods were indeed selling extremely well.

Faced with the continuous influx of orders and customer demands, Xia Jun couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

Should we look for another capable helper? This might help to share the workload and further improve business efficiency and scale.

After all, relying on his own strength now is really not enough...