Money Makes Money

Li Wei had never understood why Valentin, as director of the Customs Inspection Division, knew Grave Sanchez and had gotten involved with him.

But when he saw how familiar Valentin was with Moscow's magical Black Market, Li Wei no longer found it surprising.

Who said a balding high-ranking official who frequented the Black Market could not run into a dashing, free-spirited long-haired wizard?!

Under Valentin's lead, the three of them easily entered a place similar to England's Knockturn Alley and found suitable people to trade with.

In just a few hours, Gorbachev would officially announce the dissolution of the entire Soviet Union to all Soviet people on television.

A run on Rubles had already begun in the Black Market. The number of Rubles that could be exchanged for every Dollar, Franc, or Pound Sterling was skyrocketing madly!

"Four hundred Rubles for one Pound Sterling is completely unacceptable, sir."

Li Wei spoke unhurriedly. Draped in black robes, he even put on a show of checking the time before saying,

"Just during the time we've been talking, one Pound Sterling could probably exchange for dozens more Rubles. Who knows whether the Ruble will end up as nothing more than worthless paper? Do you really think four hundred Rubles is reasonable?"

Even beneath his black robes, Li Wei could sense the agitation and unease of the Soviet wizard trading with the three of them.

The man said impatiently,

"I know what you're doing, and I know some of you aren't even wizards from here!"

"But I don't care. The whole country is about to disappear. All I want is money!"

"Four hundred Rubles, you won't accept it? Fine, then five hundred Rubles!"

Li Wei remained silent. He thought he could still press the price down further, but Valentin and Grave, sitting beside him,