The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 42 Black Market
Zhong Quan shook his head.

“I’m the only one who knows that I was the one who broke the lock.

I thought that if there really was smuggled goods inside, the fewer people knew about it, the better.

Maybe, when that person finds me, I can get some benefits.”

Qin Zhiming and Zhong Quan walked out of the warehouse and closed the door.

Seeing this, Xu Huan and the two thugs immediately stepped forward to ask.

"Brother Hu?" "Master Zhong?"

"Ah Xu, take these two brothers and defend the warehouse.

Unless it’s me and Brother Zhong, no one else can open it.”

Xu Huan nodded. "Don't worry."

The two thugs looked at Zhong Quan, wanting to ask what he thought.

Zhong Quan frowned.

"What are you looking at me for! Do as Brother Tiger says!"

After giving all these instructions, Zhong Quan led Qin Zhiming to the accounting office.

"Take out the bag of silver that man used to rent the warehouse and show it to Brother Tiger."

The accountant slowly turned to the next page in the account book.

"Captain, this is against the rules."

Qin Zhiming understood at a glance that this accountant was in the same situation as his own branch, an old gang member.

In the past, Zhong Quan might have been polite, but now it’s different.

Fatal problems in the warehouse may be exposed at any time, and you will be the first to suffer.

Thinking of this, Zhong Quan directly snatched the pen from the accountant's hand and pulled his right hand.

Boom! "Ah!! Ah!!"

Blood mixed with ink flowed down the accountant's right hand which was nailed to the table.

Zhong Quan grabbed his hair and looked at him fiercely.

"I say it again! Take out the bag of silver that man used to rent the warehouse!!"

Someone came running towards the sound to check out the situation.

Before he could open his mouth, he was frightened by the fierce look in Zhong Quan's eyes.

They had never seen Zhong Quan like this before.

Dong! Zhong Quan pulled out the pen and grabbed the accountant by the collar.

Under everyone's gaze, he was dragged to the warehouse, and Qin Zhiming followed closely behind.

A moment later, Zhong Quan found the bag of silver through the accountant's narration.

After letting the accountant go, Qin Zhiming took the bag of silver and examined it repeatedly.

The bag has a very delicate feel and the embroidery on it is very colorful.

The remaining silver ingots that have not been spent.

The ingot is large, with a smooth surface and the word "official" engraved on the bottom. It is an official ingot from the government.

"Are there many people using official ingots here?"

The silver in Daqian was mainly in the form of horseshoe-shaped ingots, which were divided into large ingots, medium ingots, and small ingots. In addition, there were also broken silver.
Ordinary people commonly call it silver ingots, while the wealthy and powerful call it ingots.

Except for the government, each bank could melt and cast silver ingots on its own.

Although there is a unified standard, the quality of silver ingots cast by various banks is still slightly different, and the value and scope of use of silver ingots also change accordingly.

Over time, silver ingots of different fineness became a symbol of people's identity.

For example, vendors and ordinary people generally used small ingots and copper coins with low color.

Merchants, landlords, and officials generally used medium or large ingots with higher color.

Now the bag is full of official ingots with smooth surface and bright color.

It is not easy to do this.

Most merchants would choose to mix the silver ingots from various banks together for trading.

Official ingots come from the government. Unless that person has connections with the government or has business dealings with the government, no one would use so many official ingots for transactions.

Zhong Quan understood immediately. "Not much. Are you saying that person has connections with the government?"

Qin Zhiming shook his head. "Not necessarily. Don't forget, you can get official ingots on the black market."

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Renyi Money House.

Qin Zhiming walked into the house.

"Sir?" The waiter stepped forward and bent down to ask what he wanted.

Qin Zhiming took out three copper coins, stacked them together and placed them on the table, then took out a piece of silver and threw it to the waiter.

"Find a car."

The waiter knew what was going on and soon called a carriage.

Qin Zhiming entered the carriage and saw a pretty maid with ribbons tied around her eyes.

In front of her was a small table with pens and ink on it, and a box next to it.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

"In the past three months, has anyone been buying and selling large quantities of official ingots in the Chaolan County black market?"

"A large ingot."

Qin Zhiming threw the silver ingot onto the table.

When the maid heard the sound, she reached out and took the silver ingot, rubbed it carefully, and then put it on the table and knocked it.

After confirming that everything was correct, she rolled up her sleeves and wrote a few words on the paper.

Then he opened the small window at the front, handed it to the coachman, and the carriage began to move slowly.

After a while, the carriage stopped and the coachman reached out and threw a ball of paper out of the small window.

The maid handed the paper ball to Qin Zhiming
After reading it, Qin Zhiming threw the paper ball into the bucket next to the small table, and the ink disappeared instantly.

"Is there anyone buying a large number of people at the dental clinic?"

The maid frowned.

"I've never heard of it. It's all normal business, a wealthy family wanting a servant, or a commoner selling their daughter."

Qin Zhiming tapped the table lightly.

No one is buying or selling large quantities of official ingots, and no one is buying people in large quantities, so what are going on with those people in the warehouse?

"Have many people disappeared in the city in the past three months?"

After the maid asked for a small ingot, she repeated her old trick and handed a ball of paper to Qin Zhiming.

Qin Zhiming opened it and saw nothing.

That would be... Wait, Qin Zhiming asked tentatively after thinking of something.

"Except for the few days caused by the Jingtao Gang, have many people died in the city in the past three months?"

The maid was slightly stunned.

Others come to the black market either to seek information from aristocratic families or individuals, to sell contraband, or to hire someone to kill someone.

Why is it that the information this guest asks about is stranger than the last?
Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway.

The maid quickly adjusted her mood and continued to help the guest to obtain information.

Unexpectedly, this time the carriage drove for a long time without any movement.

After a while, the carriage finally stopped.

This time no note was passed in, but a voice was heard outside the carriage.

“Sir, a guest recently told us that anyone who asks us this question must meet you in person.

The guest will tell you the answer you want to know in person. What do you think?"

"What if I don't want to go?"

Qin Zhiming smiled slightly, but the maid next to him was frightened.

She couldn't see the person in front of her, but from her voice she could tell that he was a gentle scholar.

But now, she felt very uneasy, and she felt that the person next to her had changed.

It was like a monster in human skin suddenly tearing off its outer appearance to reveal its true face.

The maid was so frightened that she was sweating profusely and dared not move for fear of being eaten alive by the monster.

"Well, we are sorry to bother you. The information you asked for before is free of charge.

We will also provide compensation as a token of our apology.”

After thinking for a moment, Qin Zhiming spoke. "Okay, I'll go."

"Mei'er, get the guest some clothes.

Please let me know when the guest has changed. "

The maid immediately opened the box next to her and took out a black robe and a mask.

Wait until Qin Zhiming puts on a black robe that covers his body and puts on a mask.

Following the instructions of the person outside, the maid bowed her head to express her apology and then jumped out of the carriage.

The moment she jumped, the carriage started moving again.

(End of this chapter)