Chapter 3 Transaction

  That old man, Zhu Liu, saw that what Qin Zhong had dropped was none other than the flag he had used to arrange his formation in the archives room. According to reason, this kind of flag should only be used by someone with two hands, so he suddenly became very interested in Qin Zhong.

  "Where did you little scamp learn these things?" asked Zhu Laoliu, holding up a banner.

  Qin Zhong glanced at the flag and sneered: "This thing is naturally understandable, witchcraft geomancy acupuncture points, what's difficult about it?"

  Old Zhu's face suddenly changed, he jumped in front of Qin Zhong like a treasure, and examined him again: "I said you people are not simple, come on, let's sit down, our business is not done yet, and besides, if you want money, you don't have to sell your beloved."

  "Huh?" Qin Zhong seemed to have seen through Zhu Lao Liu's thoughts. This guy probably didn't want to be friends with him, but rather wanted to take advantage of him. However, if the other party could offer a better price, then selling out his skills once wasn't impossible either. After all, he made a living off his skills.

  "Haha, our appearance fee is quite high, you know. It's not as simple as you think."

  "Ah, I love hearing that. Put the knife away and as long as you're willing to cooperate with me, I guarantee we'll split whatever we get 50/50. And I can pay your action funds in advance. What do you say?" This Zhu Lao Liu was indeed a businessman, his change of heart was incredibly fast.

  Qin Zhong seemed to be very interested in the proposal, he leaned back on the leather sofa and said lazily: "Speak up, what do you want us to do? But first, let's make it clear that we don't kill people, we don't start fires, we are law-abiding good citizens."

  "Alright, alright, we're all law-abiding citizens. However, I'd like to say something to you two, if you agree, I'll prepare a proper weapon for big brother, and add some extra on top."

  Qin Zhong suddenly sat up and laughed loudly: "Alright, go on, what kind of wicked thing do you want us to do?"

  "It's not that I'm being stingy, I, Zhu Lao Liu, don't have any other intentions. I just took a liking to something and as long as you can get it back for me, I'll settle your labor costs all at once."

  "Alright, talk about it, you can give me more money, but I still want to see if what you want is worth the money."

  Zhu Lao Liu said in a low voice: "I want the Yin-Yang Pearl worn on the heads of the ancient Shaman prophets of the two tribes, E Lun Chun and E Wen Ke."

  "Oh? This thing is legendary, it's a legendary item. Our price can't be cheap." Qin Zhong thought to himself, feeling that he should set a corresponding price, otherwise he might end up losing out. But how much should he ask for, Qin Zhong was uncertain.

  "Old brother, you just open it, as long as you can get these two things, I will satisfy your requirements as much as possible."

  Qin Zhong looked at Han Jun: "Uncle, how much should we ask for?"

  "It can't be less, at least not ten million less, because the currency inflation is severe now. If we don't ask for more, won't we all be working in vain?"

  Qin Zhong nodded, and casually stretched out five fingers. He actually wanted to open his mouth and ask for 500,000 yuan, but as soon as he extended his five fingers, the guy voluntarily said: "Five million? It's a bit less. If you can bring back these two things intact, I'll add another five million to make it a whole."

  Qin Zhong's heart sank as soon as he heard it, this guy was actually able to promise one million, just how important was this one million thing to them, they had no way of knowing, so they easily agreed: "Alright, we have a deal, I hope you can pay our travel expenses as soon as possible, otherwise everything we say is nonsense."

  "Alright, it's settled then. I'll first find you two suitable knives that fit your hands well, and afterwards give you one million in cash as start-up capital."

  Qin Zhong thought about it, and things could only be this way. Although the other party really proposed such an idea, he himself was going to go to Northeast China to find the descendants of Ewenke and Olon Chun, to study the Shamanism, but Zhu Lao Liu asked him to go and find the pearl of the Shaman prophet, which wasn't something that could be done easily.

  Qin Zhong nodded: "We are empty words, written evidence."

  Soon, Zhu Lao Liu helped Qin Zhong find two broken daggers. These two daggers should have been artificially ground into shape. He then took the ninja sword in Qin Zhong's hand as collateral and gave him over a million: "If this ninja sword finds a good buyer on the market, it can sell for at least tens of millions. I think such a transaction should be reasonable, right?"

  Qin Zhong looked at the ninja sword in his hand, he didn't know what Zhu Lao Liu was up to, but he knew that if the other party really took out over a hundred thousand, it would be better to give him the short dagger. Originally, he wanted five million, and from the beginning, he had thought of getting something valuable to complete his grandfather's Manchu Ling Yi pen collection business. This matter was obviously a smooth sailing affair.

  So, the deal between Qin Zhong and Zhu Lao Liu was settled with a single slap. Zhu Lao Liu really was a rich man, taking out tens of thousands of cash as if it were pocket money. He stuffed the money into Qin Zhong's hand: "Take good care of it, I'll send two people to escort you out of town later. Otherwise, this money won't be left by the time you leave town."

  "What? You're from Blacktown?" Qin Zhong exclaimed in surprise.

  "Ahah, we're also law-abiding citizens, but can't guarantee there aren't any unruly ghosts around here, haha! So you'd better listen to me, after all, we're partners now, right?"

  Until then, Qin Zhong felt that the town was indeed problematic. However, seeing Zhu Lao Liu pay so readily, he didn't think much of it and considered himself to have sold the ninja sword. If he could really get the yin-yang pearl back, he wouldn't lose out in the transaction.

  As Qin Zhong safely left the mysterious black market, he turned his head to see that this border town was actually bustling with lights and people, with luxury cars entering and exiting, and every time a luxury car entered or exited, there were people accompanying it, seemingly protecting themselves as they left the town. He also saw cars without accompaniment, which would break down shortly after leaving, and the people inside would be dragged out by a group of people, only to disappear instantly along with the car.

  Qin Zhong sighed secretly: I didn't expect that there would be such a place in the world, no wonder that young man said there was no one here, it seems that they are all devils, blood-sucking devils.

  Han Jun drove the car, taking Guo Dafu and Qin Zhong back to the archives. After arriving at the archives, Han Jun told Qin Zhong that he couldn't go any further, but before leaving, he left Qin Zhong a pile of items he had researched himself, saying they were for dealing with ghosts and zombies.

  Qin Zhong thought for a moment, actually it's fine. The four of them went together, there were enough people. If Han Jun understood the strange door and hiding technique, it would be even better if the empty sky star number people followed, unfortunately, Han Jun left.

  After several days of preparation, Qin Zhong finally gathered everyone at dawn. Meng Na carried some Bibles, Jesus images, and crosses that he had brought out from the church.

  Guo Dafu followed Qin Zhong closely, and Guo Lao Da also assigned a few younger brothers to provide them with several short guns and a few rounds of ammunition because of this matter. Although these were illegal items, Qin Zhong was still willing to accept them.

  But also because of this, Qin Zhong chose to let Guo Dafu drive all the way and advance by land, trying to avoid places like train stations with security checks. They were looking for a place where the Shaman prophets were still relatively prosperous, the gathering place of the Ewenki ethnic group, a county-level city near the Russian border. Here they found an inn and booked a week's stay.

  After a long and tiring journey, Qin Zhong let his companions rest first, and he went out of the hotel alone to ask around about the Shaman Prophet. However, no matter who he asked, the result was always the same: the Shaman was just someone who jumped and performed rituals. He even followed one of them to a scene to watch, but what they did was far from what the ninja had done that day. Even their attire was extremely simple. Therefore, Qin Zhong felt that this way of searching was absolutely unreasonable.

  Because he studied history, he knew the origin of the Jurchen tribe. Originally, the Jurchen tribe survived by hunting, so he decided to focus on finding clues in the nearby mountains. However, after they prepared their supplies and entered the mountains, all their plans were disrupted by the scale of the primitive forest.