coobybook Chapter 130 Rules
Chapter 130 Rules
Chapter 130 Rules
Going on missions in the black market not only yields meager rewards from the sect, but there's also little to gain. Furthermore, the black market's unique rules mean that everyone who goes there must conceal their identity, and you might even run into people you shouldn't be bothered with!
Therefore, the Crimson Flame Sect disciples working in the black market generally turn a blind eye and don't interfere much; they essentially act as gatekeepers.
Therefore, within the Inner Affairs Hall, those who go to the black market are jokingly called gatekeepers, meaning guards and protectors. Only disciples who are ranked low, old and frail, or lack ambition will choose to go to the black market.
Officials, inspectors, open markets, black markets...
The Crimson Flame Sect operates like a small imperial court on its own territory, taking care of the food, clothing, housing, transportation, birth, aging, sickness, and death of a quarter of the people in An Yan City!
Now, Han Yi finally had a more comprehensive understanding of the basic operations and structure of the Crimson Flame Sect, this behemoth...
Furthermore, among these four options, Huang Ze bluntly stated that the best choices were naturally the official positions and the Ming City. Of course, the competition was fierce, but if Han Yi wanted to go, it wouldn't be a problem.
After all, even though Huang Ze was just a sinecure elder, he could still make decisions on such small matters.
So basically, Han Yi could choose whatever he wanted, it all depended on his own wishes.
After thinking for a long time, Han Yi finally made a choice.
His lips moved, and he said, "Master Huang, I choose to go to the black market..."
"puff…..."
Huang Ze had just picked up his teacup and hadn't even swallowed a sip of tea when he almost choked on Han Yi's unexpected decision.
"Cough, cough..."
Jiu'er quickly took a handkerchief and wiped Huang Ze's mouth.
"Young Han, forgive my bluntness, but while the black market may seem peaceful, it's not exactly a pleasant place to stay..."
After much deliberation, Huang Ze, considering the close relationship between Han Yi and Bai Sanren, couldn't help but offer a reminder.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master Huang, but I think the black market is the most suitable place..."
Han Yi clasped his hands in a fist salute.
In Han Yi's view, firstly, the black market is not valued by the disciples and has a low profile. Going to the black market will make him disappear from most people's sight. At least he can win the title of first place in the sect's small competition and cool down, so as not to become a target of criticism.
Secondly, the black market is under the management of the Internal Affairs Hall, so Elder Li cannot interfere in its affairs. Moreover, the black market is located in the heart of the Crimson Flame Sect, requiring long-term guarding, making it extremely safe. Furthermore, Han Yi doesn't care about the low reward Huang Ze mentioned. For him, mastering any martial arts technique is simply a matter of Yuan Power; as long as his Yuan Power is sufficient, resource issues are irrelevant.
Moreover, Huang Ze had also said that there was little to do in the black market and it was a leisurely place. Han Yi already had a good understanding of the tasks of the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau, so he could take advantage of this time to go out alone and take on some tasks from the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau.
After all, he doesn't need to use talismans to deal with those evil spirits, so it won't affect his peak period of vitality. When he accepted the mission from the Strange Affairs Bureau with Bai Sanren before, the system absorbed his energy and he couldn't use it yet, so he could increase his Yuan Power by himself.
In conclusion, after careful consideration, the black market is indeed Han Yi's best choice!
"Why…..."
Seeing this, Huang Ze knew that Han Yi had made up his mind. He put down his teacup, paused, and as if he had thought of something, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. He said, "Going to the black market... is fine. It's safer than dying out there..."
What does it mean?
Han Yi was taken aback. He felt that Huang Ze seemed to be implying something, or that there was something in his words.
"cough!"
At this moment, Huang Ze took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and said, "Since you're planning to go to the black market, let me tell you about the rules there. The black market is quite different from our outer sect..."
"The first rule is that we don't ask where the goods come from. As long as you rent a stall or shop and pay the taxes, you can sell them."
"The second rule is that no matter where the guests come from, as long as they pay the entrance fee, they can enter. Moreover, no matter what grudges they may have before, they cannot fight here. If there is any trouble, it must be dealt with in time."
"The third rule is that money must be exchanged for goods. As long as the transaction is completed, even if the seller cheats or defrauds, if it's not discovered on the spot, it cannot be pursued..."
Huang Ze rambled on for a long time, telling Han Yi some interesting stories about the martial arts world. He was a generous and unrestrained man, and he always tried to impart some wisdom to Han Yi through his stories.
Moreover, although Huang Ze had suffered serious injuries and his cultivation level had plummeted, he was still a martial artist at the Meridian Opening stage, and Han Yi benefited greatly from much of his cultivation experience…
After bidding farewell to Huang Ze, Han Yi headed towards the Bai family's courtyard. He felt somewhat excited, as he had decided to go to the Internal Affairs Hall and the black market, which was the first step in temporarily getting rid of Elder Li.
Next, he'll take advantage of this downtime to develop his skills like crazy...
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At this moment, in the grand council hall of Shanzhongfang, an elderly man dressed in white robes, with silver hair and a youthful face, was writing furiously as he addressed the various reports submitted by the different halls. Every day, all sorts of things happened within the Crimson Flame Sect, from minor changes in tax revenue within its territory to major actions like dealing with external provocations. Anything of significant importance that the hall masters and elders couldn't decide on was sent to the council hall for the sect leader to make a decision.
Unfortunately…
"Sigh, I wonder when the Sect Master and Vice Sect Master will be able to return..."
The old man, who had just replied to a matter, shook the hand holding the pen and subconsciously said something. The next moment, his expression changed drastically. Like a thief, he quickly looked around and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding no one.
If anyone had heard what he just said, they would probably be in big trouble!
"You can't just gossip about these high-ranking members behind their backs."
The old man then chuckled wryly a few times and continued processing his work. On the table were two stacks of documents; the smaller stack on the left was within his authority to handle, while the one on the right, a mountain high, required the sect leader's return to make a decision!
"Master, this is the list of disciples who advanced in this year's sect competition... What should we do with it?"
Just then, the doors of the council hall opened, and a disciple dressed in a black robe with red trim hurried in, carrying a booklet in his hand.
"Let's put it on top of this stack for now..."
The person in charge said weakly, pointing to a large stack of documents on the right.
"I wonder when this will ever end..."
Then, the doors of the council hall closed, and only the old man's long sighs echoed within.