"I can't lower it... Fine, I'll take it!" I had originally wanted to bargain, but after White Impermanence said that, I could only agree.
When Black Impermanence came over with the card machine, my heart was bleeding. One billion. I had gone straight back to square one.
After the payment went through, Zhou Xuan tossed the box into my hands. With one tug, she dragged Yang Yiguo down into the underworld.
Just as I was thinking about how to get some more money from the Arcane Sect aristocratic clans' gathering, Zhou Xuan's two trusted henchmen came up with another sinister scheme.
"Xia Yitian, we've heard that you recently opened a black market near your cave dwelling, huh? You're selling quite well. Congratulations." Black Impermanence gave a sinister chuckle.
My face lengthened when I heard that. "What do you mean? Whether I'm selling contraband well or not is none of your City God business!"
"That's not right, is it? Not just anyone can do business in the underworld, can they? Do you know why the things you make can be sold so cheaply, while everything sold by our underworld City Gods costs at least twice as much?" Black Impermanence didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed and continued talking to me.
"Why? Spit it out. If you've got something to say, say it!" I said impatiently.
"You're a black market. We're legitimate merchants, and we have to pay taxes to those above us, Xia Yitian! You've opened a black market and are openly smashing our business. Are you trying to get the higher-ups to send troops to attack you?" White Impermanence answered furiously.
My face immediately turned livid, and I sneered. "So you're saying I can't sell things in my own cave dwelling? I can't even hold a trade fair?"
"Haha, everyone