Xu Le froze completely. When you wanted the right answer, all you had to do was put forward a wrong opinion, and someone would give you the correct answer to refute you.
That really was the right approach.
But what if you accidentally supplied the right answer?
They would agree and say... yes, exactly!
Just like now.
As far as black markets went, Zion really did not have one!
"Really?"
"Really. If I'm lying, I don't have a household registration booklet."
"He isn't lying, but hardly anyone from Tianrui Lifeng has a household registration booklet," Xu Ting reminded him from beside him.
Having failed to find a black market, Xu Le was a little unhappy. He glanced at the red-light district not far away.
Then he glanced at Xu Ting beside him and Li Qingcheng tagging along behind them, and a sense of utter boredom welled up in him.
"How dull."
He sat down dejectedly outside a convenience store, bought himself a few bottles of sparkling water, and drank gloomily.
"Xu Le, why are you looking for a black market?"
"I just wanted to know whether there was anywhere in Zion where you could trade supernatural items."
"There is. Doesn't the Zion Technology Trading Plaza have that?"
Of course Xu Le knew about the Zion Technology Trading Plaza, but it was an official venue, where transactions had to be registered.
And what was he selling? Guyinduo Fruits. He could produce a constant supply of them.
If he sold some of them, the first time would be fine. He could explain that he had obtained a Guyinduo Fruit in the wilderness.
But what if there was more than one?
What if he brought out one or several fruits every time he made a trade?
How would he explain that? How could