novelBlack Market
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Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
"So they have control over a third of their street? Well, that doesn't matter. There's no need to worry too much." Qin Fen smiled as he closed the information page on Even Sky Tower."They still need to fight over the remaining two-thirds of their street. The remaining sects must feel threaten. I'm confident that they will team up and fight back. This is what Even Sky Tower needs to pay attention to in order to avoid being overturned at a crucial moment during the power struggle."
Qin Fen opened a few more popular posts pertaining to himself and carefully analyzed the videos of his other fights. Reflecting after a matter was one of the most important things one could do to improve one's self.
Qin Fen exited from these threads on the Sky Battle Net after looking through all the posts. He then used a search engine to begin searching for the official website of the Flying Hearts.
The website wasn't as explosive and heated as the Sky Battle Net's website, but it was still quite popular.
This was especially true since the Flying Hearts just finished performing a concert. Quite a few people expressed their opinions on the forums with excitement.
Qin Fen casually registered himself an ID and quickly posted information on selling autographs.
Selling autographs jointly signed by Ya Xin and Ya Fei. The quantity is limited, and the price is high.
It didn't even take sixty seconds since the post appeared on the pages of the forums before it became fiery hot.
Two minutes passed, and the post was bumped to the top of the forums.
Qin Fen opened the post and looked at everyone's replies. He immediately felt unbounded resentment assault him from reading between the lines.
"Screw off! Get on out of here! Don't take our Flying Hearts Fei Xin to be money-making tools!"
"Are you even human? You're willing to sell the autographs of Fei Xin?"
"Don't believe him everybody! This person is certainly a liar! It's extraordinarily hard to obtain Fei Xin's signatures. Everyone should know this quite well."
"You're actually selling Fei Xin's autograph? Your greed is totally a match for Thirty-Six Hours' greed."
Qin Fen saw his ID on the battle network being referenced here and could not help be stupefied. It looked like this poster was also a fan of the battle network.
It took a short few minutes for over a thousand lines of curses and derision, a quantity that hid the sky and covered the earth, to be hurled at him. Qin Fen was quite regretful. If he were to face these people in reality, would he drown to death by the sheer magnitude of their spittle?
The cursing within this forum's post was in full swing. Qin Fen's message box on these forums also received notifications every second about new messages.
The messages in his inbox were in no way fewer in number than the posts on the forums. Aside from a few messages that directly cursed at him, the absolute majority of the messages had been made furtively, inquiring on the prices for the autographs.
There was something that Qin Fen couldn't understand at all. Quite a few of the posters on the forums had attitudes that were indignant at the injustice of Qin Fen's actions, so they had lashed out in reprimanding. But these same people had different attitudes when they sent him messages; they acted incomparably intimate.
"Brother! I am also a fan of Flying Hearts Fei Xin! How much are you selling the autographs for?"
"Bro, just ignore the posts on the forums. Actually, I fully support you. Sell me one of the autographs, kay."
"Sister, I feel for the injustice that has been done to you! You're trying to benefit everyone in kind, but they actually curse you without end. This little sister supports you. How are you selling the autographs?"
There was a myriad of messages of all kinds, and each of them clearly expressed the same meaning. I am not like those in the posts on the forums. We are all one nation.
Qin Fen looked at his screen, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The autographs he had on hand were really quite limited. The people who were now trying to worm their way into being friendly with him would probably become even angrier if they weren't able to buy the autographs in the end, right?
"Huh? You're selling some stuff?" Zhang Xiangyang gathered by Qin Fen's side. He studied the messages with extreme interest and casually asked, "Have you planned how to handle things?"
"The Super Taobao Marketplace." Qin Fen's fingers quickly opened a new web page at lightning speed."I'll directly put them up for auction."
"Not a bad idea." Zhang Xiangyang rubbed his chin, his expression indicating that Qin Fen had made the correct decision."Bro, if you keep doing things like this, you really will be PKed in real life one day. I can predict it. The number of people who will come knocking on your doorstep to really PK you will be eight million if not ten million."
"It's that serious?" Qin Fen found this to be a bit of a surprise."Some people can get this crazy?"
Zhang Xiangyang stretched his body."That's because you've never been a fan. In this world, some people believe in authority, some people believe in power, and some people believe in money. At the same time, there are people who believe in music. The Flying Hearts' voices can shock the souls of people. They are able to become the objects of people's worship, but this isn't really much. In any sort of faith or belief, all sorts of extreme craziness can be produced."
Qin Fen slowly nodded. The two little girls with their petite bodies could shock people's souls with their resounding music. There had never been a heavy metal or rock and roll band that was able to make one's blood boil to the point of madness the moment they heard the music like the Flying Hearts.
Such musicians of the soul were able to make people believe and worship. It wasn't something too magical.
Qin Fen began to feel distressed. He had challenged fourteen sects today and was already so tired that he couldn't stand steadily. Qin Fen immediately felt a bad chill the moment he thought of having to deal with challengers from the entire world and even other planets. That would absolutely be a nightmare.
Qin Fen looked at the autographs in his hand, which he could exchange for a decent sum of money. He felt a headache come on. So it turned out that getting rid of the autographs were much harder than getting them in the first place.
"Cough... cough...."
Zhang Xiangyang coughed twice in a symbolic gesture, issuing a proposal.
Qin Fen looked at Zhang Xiangyang with great interest. According to the psychological analysis, it was impossible for this man to have run over here to just speak a few words for no reason whatsoever.
"You have some sort of method?"
"It isn't that things are impossible for you." Zhang Xiangyang's hands moved as if they were playing a piano. They danced at lightning speed on top of the keyboard."There is something in this world called the black market. In the black market, one can sell even the head of the Federation's president as long as one possesses the skills."
"Oh really?" Qin Fen dangled the autographs in his hand and said, "The Flying Hearts' autographs naturally are quite valuable. Do I not possess the qualifications to enter the black market?"
"Of course you do." Zhang Xiangyang opened the website to the black market. He quickly typed in an account number and password."However, the capabilities of the black market far exceed what you imagine. For example, there is something here called a trusted agent. It is an occupation here. They won't ask questions on who you are, nor do they care about what you are selling. They will use their own special channels to get the things you need to sell sold."
Qin Fen's eyes gradually lit up. In the past, he had only heard of the existence of the black market. He never thought that the black market was completely on the Internet now.
Zhang Xiangyang pointed to a corner of a screen. There was a little man wearing black clothes over there. A large word was written before his chest.
"Do you see it yet? Unfortunately, my qualifications are too low. I am only a level one member, so my privileges are extremely limited. The only trusted agents I can connect to are rookies like me. You probably won't get too much money for the autographs."
"Then can you find a trusted agent who can put it on something like an auction?" Qin Fen casually skimmed through thirty signatures."I feel like whatever price is placed on these autographs will be a loss. I'll be all right with just being able to put them up on a small-scale auction."
"Okay! No problem." Zhang Xiangyang snapped his fingers."Any trusted agent who is able to reach this place possesses the ability to organize a small scale auction that is safe and hidden. Otherwise, they wouldn't have the privilege to enter the black market in the first place. However, I'm afraid the trusted agents of the black market will be astonished that a couple dozen or so autographs are the objects to be put up for auction."
As he talked, Zhang Xiangyang's hands danced on the keyboard as if he were playing the piano. He quickly entered line after line of information.
Soon, someone replied with a message.
"The quantity is too low. The value is too low. The items are not qualified to be entrusted."
Zhang Xiangyang grinned in an apologetic expression."I'm afraid it's hard to get this done. There are rules around these parts."
"What if I add these?" Qin Fen had no choice. He could only take out the several dozen t-shirts in his hands."All of them. If it's still not possible, I'll think of a way by myself."
"I'll try again." Zhang Xiangyang sent out the information once more.
The information that came back this time caused Qin Fen to reveal a hint of a smile on his face.
"The qualifications are barely acceptable for being entrusted. The entrustment is accepted. The commission is fifty percent." Zhang Xiangyang sighed."In this place, the higher the value of your item, the lower the commission they charge. This is the first time I've heard of something like a fifty percent commission. Are you sure you want to entrust the items?"
Qin Fen gripped a t-shirt hard in his hand and slowly nodded."I can only get money by selling. I won't have any money by holding onto them."
"Great! You have drive!" Zhang Xiangyang quickly typed a response, and soon there was a new reply.
"Go to the official website and post a sales message. 'There are only thirty-five autographs. The link to the Super Taobao Marketplace is inside the post. '"
Utilizing the Super Taobao Marketplace? Qin Fen's smile became even more powerless. It was really easy to make money if one had access to the required channels.
Normal people could easily look up a seller's information when using the Super Taobao Marketplace. The result was completely different for someone with access to channels when using the same place to start an auction.
Qin Fen made another post. He casually used his web-cam, which was over three megapixels in resolution, to take pictures of the autograph. Then he uploaded the autograph to the black market website and sent them to the trusted agent.
Once everything was done, Qin Fen's new post exploded in popularity. This time the number of people posting was greater than on the Flying Hearts' forums by God knows how many folds.
"Don't buy it everybody! We can't let him insult our idols like this!"
"That's right! Nobody do it! Let him lose money!"
"I agree. Nobody go and buuuuuy."
Quite a few of the IDs of the people issuing these statements looked quite familiar to Qin Fen. A faint recollection made him realize that these were the same people who had sent him messages inquiring on the price on the Flying Hearts' forums.
"These people...." Qin Fen really didn't know what to say about them. While encouraging people to resist against him, they furtively went to bid on the auction.
Qin Fen also entered the interface for the auction. He had set the starting bid to be a dollar for one of the autographs. Right now it had risen to a hundred dollars within the blink of an eye, and the speed at which it rose showed no signs of slowing.
Such a result forced Qin Fen to sigh. This world really had a lot of people with money. It was just one autograph. Was it really worth it?
Different people possessed different values. Qin Fen watched as the price rose from a hundred dollars to a thousand dollars. It didn't take over fifty seconds for that to happen. The speed he refreshed the speed wasn't as fast as the rise in price.
A thousand dollars!
The autographs were each auctioned separately. Qin Fen looked at the web-pages for each of the thirty-or-so auctions. When someone suddenly smashed down with a thousand dollars, Qin Fen's entire body was as stupefied as the people who had watched him fight in the Sky Battle Net.
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