Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

This issue is basically not worth discussing. The liquor clubs in Dongshi are widely distributed, and even the shochu clubs are their subordinate branches. The clubs as the main body are undoubtedly powerful.

In contrast, the newly formed leader of the West Market is extremely fragile. The Shochu Association and Fang Jin are already at odds, so why wouldn't the Hundred Merchants Association pick on the weak and knead it? They might even gain an extra piece of the West Market puzzle.

After all, with the dissipation of radiation, their concerns about the West City also disappeared; it was just as harmless and sweet as a cake.

"...How do the two leading players compare in strength?"

"It's alright, there's only one mid-level fourth-tier player in each category. With their equipment in place, there are only about ten players like Xu Hao in total..."

Fang Jin listened without saying a word, stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was about to run away. He began to think that Jin Fugui's identity was not essential, and decided to use this as an opportunity to start wandering the planets.

"Wait, wait, wait! There's still a chance! There's still a chance! We can't just throw away such a big family business!"

"What other chance could there be? Let go of my grip before I've even finished this. I need to go back and pack my things and get out of here. I wonder how fast I can get cash on the black market..."

"I can do it here... no, no, it's not that time yet. I'm just trying to get you emotional so we can continue talking business."

Jiang Chan hurriedly pressed down on Fang Jin's shoulders, using the tone of a seasoned black market veteran trying to persuade him to turn to prostitution, and pushed him back into his seat. Beneath this mixed-race leopard girl's skin lay the soul of a gambling den con artist.

"It's about time. There's not enough time yet. The land in Taipei has only just been vacated, and the Bronze Museum hasn't even gone through a single process. It's still a long way from when we're going to divide the spoils."

"We have to wait for the people above to measure it properly first, and then they will make the first cut. Our job is to hand the cake to them and get a little bit of cream on our hands, that's what we can eat."

"...Does our black market even need to go through procedures and approvals? The City That Never Sleeps is a place where even murder is ignored, yet it's so law-abiding in this respect?"

Fang Jin was somewhat surprised, but Jiang Chan nodded matter-of-factly, her eyes flashing slightly as she said:

"Nonsense, the City That Never Sleeps is a black market, and it's also the seventh district under the Bronze Hall. How could it not be under our jurisdiction? It's just that the laws we follow are completely different from those outside."

"And you think the leaders all started from scratch? How could that be! In the City That Never Sleeps, if you don't have connections, even two fourth-tier players can't hold onto the leader's position. It's the same in both the southeast and north cities."

"Even the two presidents held concurrent positions in the Bronze Pavilion. Although neither position was particularly high, the fact that the top figures in the black market could rise to official positions speaks volumes."

Hearing this, Fang Jin wanted to run away even more. The East Market Liquor Club and the South Market Hundred-Person Chamber of Commerce were formidable forces, but if he could buy some time and run a few more dungeons, he might be able to hold them off.

But they have powerful backers in the Bronze Hall. If you beat up the younger ones, the older ones will jump out. And you still have to make a living on their turf. Why should you risk your life to fight them?

...Or should we strike first? Cripple their ability to seize Taipei? No, that's too obvious. From the perspective of the beneficiaries, I'd probably be one of the prime suspects...

Pausing her wandering thoughts, Fang Jin habitually chewed a few mints, tapped her temple with one finger, then looked up at Jiang Chan, who had a mischievous and playful expression, and said:

"...I still don't understand what kind of business you're talking about."

"Oh dear, I gave you such an obvious hint, and you still didn't see it?"

Jiang Chan leaned closer and lowered her voice, speaking mysteriously, but her eyes, like those of a viper, were fixed on every subtle expression on Fang Jin's face.

"I can... help you find someone to rely on."

"If you have connections above you, and you're a member of the Bronze Pavilion like the other two, someone you see all the time, wouldn't they give you some face when it comes to dividing the spoils?"

"One deal can solve both future problems and the current crisis at the same time. Is there a better deal than this? Trust me, this time I will definitely not cheat you."

"..."

"You're really pushing your luck..."

Fang Jin pushed away the other person's face, which was almost touching his, but he had to admit that he was indeed somewhat tempted. He had spent ten days working hard to build up his base in the West Market, and it would be best not to give up.

"What's the price? How should it be decorated? You can't expect me to stay home and wait for guests to come in, can you?"

"Of course, you can't get into the Bronze Hall or visit the backer I mentioned by staying in the City That Never Sleeps. You have to leave this small Seventh District first."

"As for the price..."

She gave a wicked smile, wrapped her arms around Fang Jin's neck, and only now revealed her true colors, whispering,

"I want the right to use the Ark store for one month. Of course, I won't use your profits, costs, or inventory, but I need to lend you the channels you've built up for one month. How about that?"

"..."

Any sane businessman would never agree to such an absurd request. Channels are built on relationships and connections; they require regular contact and exchange of benefits.

If someone replaces you for a whole month, and your image gradually shifts to that of another, how many connections will be distorted during that time? It's tantamount to handing over your lifeline to someone else.

"..."

"Of course, please go ahead."

Unfortunately, Fang Jin's mind wasn't quite normal, so much so that he almost didn't need to hesitate before agreeing with a smile, which silently withered and stiffened Jiang Chan's playful mood.

This is a matter of perspective. Jiang Chan believes that the foundation built up by generations of shop owners and the recent achievements are what Fang Jin values ​​most, so he instinctively wants to hold onto them tightly.

In reality, Fang Jin is not Jin Fugui at all. He finds it difficult to develop feelings for these things beyond mere profit. If his black market identity cannot bring him enough benefits, he will not hesitate to leave.

Even with the conflicts in Taipei City at hand, Jiang Chan's suggestion was, in his view, a way of taking on a hot potato and clearing away the possibility of getting burned later, so he would readily agree.

Anyway... the main channel is controlled by the Red Whistle Gang. Through Guo Shi, he can take over the Ark Shop again at any time, and all the truly valuable things in the shop have already been moved away by him.

The familiar deep blue flashed between his fingers.

"Oh."

"Oh."

The two men both let out a cold laugh, then almost simultaneously reached out and gripped each other tightly, causing the tips of each other's fingers to turn blood red.