Chapter 591 Finding the Target
Chapter 591 Target Found
The two sturdy men were tall and strong, standing there like two door gods, with taut muscles and biceps bulging under their short sleeves, looking particularly intimidating in the dim light.
They looked at Wang Jianguo sternly, and one of them reached out to take the money with his short, strong fingers.
He casually twisted the money in his hand, and after confirming that it was correct, he slightly turned sideways to make way for Wang Jianguo to enter the black market.
Wang Jianguo took a deep breath, stepped over the invisible threshold, and officially entered the black market.
As soon as I entered, a heat wave mixed with various strange smells hit me in the face, including the musty smell of old goods, the aroma of food, and the sweat smell of human body. These smells intertwined together to form a unique and strong scent.
His eyes widened instantly, and what came into view was a crowded scene.
Men and women, young and old, all kinds of people were walking around, some carrying cloth bags, looking hurried, as if they were eagerly looking for something.
Some stood in front of the stalls, talking in low voices with the stall owners, gesturing prices with their hands from time to time; others strolled around in groups, their eyes constantly scanning the stalls, as if looking for business opportunities.
Wang Jianguo secretly guessed in his heart that this was, after all, the largest black market in the city, gathering people from all over the surrounding areas to trade, so it was normal to have a large number of people.
He calmed himself down and reminded himself not to be distracted by the lively scene around him. The most urgent thing was to get straight to the point.
So, he raised his head slightly, and his eyes quickly shuttled through the crowd, looking left and right for the target of this action - the seller of various mysterious drugs.
He walked hurriedly, and when he occasionally passed someone, he would move aside to avoid them, for fear of wasting time.
At this moment, Wang Jianguo was like a scout deep behind enemy lines, feeling nervous and expectant, and groping forward cautiously in this intricate black market.
Wang Jianguo was in the bustling and noisy crowd of the black market. Everything around him made him feel strange and dangerous.
The sky above the black market seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious haze. The light was dim and depressing, and people were hurriedly shuttling back and forth in this hazy light and shadow.
Various shouts and bargaining sounds intertwined into one, like surging waves, hitting his eardrums one after another.
His eyes searched the crowd anxiously and keenly, not missing any corner that might contain clues.
Soon, he noticed a man not far away. The man was squatting in a relatively hidden corner, his body hunched over, as if he was deliberately hiding himself.
The man exuded an indescribable strangeness. His face was covered tightly, with a dark scarf covering almost half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
His eyes kept rolling around, looking around stealthily, and glancing around vigilantly from time to time, as if danger might be lurking around at any time, and every slight movement could make him feel like he was facing a great enemy.
Wang Jianguo moved his eyes downward and noticed that the ground in front of the man was empty. There were no items for sale, which was in stark contrast to the surrounding stalls filled with a wide variety of goods. This anomaly instantly aroused his vigilance.
Looking at what this person is wearing, he is wearing an extremely loose and baggy piece of clothing that hangs loosely on his body. The material is old and the color is dark.
As he moved his body slightly, the corners of his clothes swayed freely, as if hiding countless secrets and could reveal something shocking at any time.
Wang Jianguo's heart moved. Based on his many years of experience and intuition, he was sure that this person might be of great importance and might be the key person he had been looking for who could solve his urgent problem.
So he calmed himself, took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress his inner nervousness and anxiety, pretended to be calm and walked forward slowly, trying to break the deadlock and start a conversation with the other party.
Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, raised his foot and slowly walked towards the man.
With every step he took, the tension in his heart grew stronger, as if he was standing on a minefield that could explode at any time.
Finally, Wang Jianguo walked up to the man, bent down slightly, forced a seemingly friendly smile on his face, and asked softly:
"Brother, do you have any goods?"
Although the voice was soft, it carried a hint of urgency and anticipation, and in this noisy environment, it went straight into the man's ears.
When the man heard this, his body stiffened visibly, and the alertness on his face became even stronger. He quickly raised his head, stared at Wang Jianguo with a sharp gaze, and responded in a low voice:
"What kind of goods? I'm here to shop." The words were short and crisp, and the tone was full of vigilance towards Wang Jianguo, as if declaring his "innocence" to him and trying to dispel his doubts.
Wang Jianguo sneered in his heart. He didn't believe the man's excuses at all.
In this black market, how can you just shop without setting up a stall? Moreover, the man's various behaviors were too suspicious. So, he decided to continue to ask the man and get to the bottom of it.
Wang Jianguo straightened his body slightly, staring at the man with an unquestionable firmness in his eyes, and raised his voice and said:
"Don't fool me. I've been observing you for a long time. Don't underestimate me."
As he spoke, he deliberately patted his chest to show his confidence.
"I don't lack money, I just want good goods."
As he spoke, he watched the man's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
To enhance his persuasiveness, Wang Jianguo then made a bold move: He slowly lifted up a corner of his clothes with both hands, his movements were steady and slow, as if he was revealing a major secret.
In an instant, a stack of "Big Black Ten" banknotes that had been prepared long ago came into view. The banknotes were new and thick, and in the dim light, they still exuded an attractive luster, as if silently telling of Wang Jianguo's "strong financial resources."
Wang Jianguo's move was intended to show the man: I am a sincere and capable buyer, you can rest assured in doing business with me.
At this moment, he was like a desperate gambler, placing all his chips on this test, hoping to find a way out of this suspicious man and the key to solving the dilemma.
In the bustling and crowded black market, the light was as dim as if it was stained with ink. A few light bulbs emitting a dim yellow glow were looming in the humid mist, struggling to bring some light to this chaotic place.
The confrontation between Wang Jianguo and the mysterious man was like a tense and exciting game of chess, with mysteries hidden in every move.
The constant shouting and bargaining sounds around seemed to become the background music of this game, making the atmosphere even more solemn.