Chapter 15: First Steps into the Black Market

"Alright! Whatever you say!" Zhao Dong nodded his head rapidly, like a chick pecking at rice.
But the excitement he had earlier was gone.
The deeper they ventured into the black market, the more he felt surrounded by wolves and beasts.
Why did everyone here seem to be eyeing them like predators?
The people moving about were all burly men; hardly a woman in sight!
If this were a regular market, it wouldn’t be so intimidating.
Clearly, these were things difficult to sell on the legitimate market, which is why they clustered here...
If he still couldn’t see through that, Zhao Dong felt his life had been wasted!

The more Zhao Dong thought about it, the more frightened he became. He hurried to catch up with Zhang Yang and asked, "Yangzi, do you think someone might jump us for our stuff? We only brought a fireknife. If it comes to a fight, we don’t stand a chance..."

Zhang Yang chuckled. "The black market has its own rules. If anyone dares to cause trouble, no customers would come back afterward. No customers, no business. We’re all merchants after money, not our lives."

Zhao Dong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he couldn’t help but look at Zhang Yang with newfound respect. "Yangzi! You’re amazing! You haven’t even left the village much, how do you know so much?"

Zhang Yang smiled wryly.
How did this fool see through him?
He explained vaguely, "Just listen to the stories the elders tell; it broadens your horizons. Didn’t you always love hanging out with the educated youth team? Now you know how little you knew."

Hehe...
Zhao Dong laughed foolishly twice, apparently thinking of that Du Shujun again.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang’s curiosity was piqued.
"When we sell these wolves and head back, I really want to visit that youth team with you! I want to see what kind of fairy descended from heaven to charm my brother like this!"

As they spoke, Zhang Yang spotted an empty patch of ground.
After dragging the cart with three wolves for so long, they were exhausted.
Since they came to the black market to try their luck, they needed to display their goods quickly to let others know they had treasures!

Zhang Yang parked the cart against a dirt wall, deliberately ignoring the probing gazes around them. Swiftly, he tossed off the old cotton cloth covering the cart.

As the cloth was lifted, the wild scent of beasts spread in the air!

Nearby, a man dressed in black held the leash of a massive German Shepherd.
The dog had been sitting upright like a statue by its owner’s feet.
At the scent of the wolves, the shepherd grew agitated, scratching the ground fiercely with its front paws and emitting sharp whistle-like barks.

"Victory, sit!"
The man barked a command sternly at the German Shepherd.

The dog settled its hindquarters but couldn’t control its barking.
It sensed a strong threat, muscles tense, barking wildly.

Such a commotion drew the attention of others.

"Are those wolves?"
"No wonder even such a big dog is scared stiff!"

Several men gathered, their eyes narrowing at the sight of the wolves.
When they noticed one had its head cut off, they instinctively shrank their necks, as if feeling a chill at the back of their heads.

A bold man glanced at Zhang Yang and asked, "Three wolves! Where did you get them?"

"Hunted in the mountains," Zhang Yang pointed to a bullet hole in the belly of a large gray wolf. "We just shot them last night; the meat is fresh."

Some had already begun swallowing their saliva.
They had seen wolf hair brushes before, but never these wild mountain wolves.

Though these creatures were dead, the stark white wolf teeth alone showed how fierce they had been in life!

Seeing no one spoke, Zhang Yang took the initiative to explain.

"Wolves are hard to catch. We were just lucky this time!"
"Wolf parts are treasures from head to toe. Just the teeth alone are great for warding off evil spirits! Some kids have weak fates, and their families search high and low to buy a wolf tooth at a high price to hang as a necklace and protect them."
"Wolf meat is even better—pure muscle and highly nourishing!"
"Besides, these three are strong, not old or sickly."
"In the mountains, they’re kings who command the wind and rain."
"Eating this meat helps kids grow strong and old folks regain vigor."
"And the wolf pelts... absolutely top-notch! Just looking at them feels warm, right?"
"Wolf bones are also excellent tonics."

Zhang Yang spoke animatedly, layering his words so that the listeners grew eager for more.

Some were captivated by his stories, others by the value he described.

A man with a scar running diagonally across his face parted the crowd and stepped forward. "How much do you plan to sell each wolf for?"

Zhang Yang remained calm and held up two fingers.

"How much?!"
"Two hundred?!"
"That’s sky-high even for the black market! Young man, you’ve got guts! Really daring!"

Some laughed at the price. "Kid, you sure are bold."

Zhao Dong thought Zhang Yang was brave to ask for such a price, but thinking about the head mounted in the mountains, he even felt Zhang Yang was asking too little!

"This was hunted with my brother’s life!"
"I can’t say what other lives are worth."
"But my brother’s life is worth a fortune!"

Zhao Dong also recalled that Zhang Yang had become the militia squad leader, making him even more confident.

"If you think it’s expensive, why don’t you try hunting wolves yourselves!"

The crowd chuckled awkwardly.

Hunting wolves?
Nobody dared.
It was truly a matter of risking one’s life; too dangerous.

"No worries. If you don’t want the whole wolf, the headless one can be sold in parts."

Zhang Yang didn’t want to drive away customers. After all, his stall was the liveliest in the black market.

Popularity meant profit.
He needed these curious onlookers to attract his real big buyers.

He flipped the headless wolf over.

"Just this pelt alone is worth at least seventy or eighty!"
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