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Three people were walking, and before they knew it, Fu Yunhe was leading the way, with Nian Shutong holding Dou Dou’s hand behind him.

Dou Dou even added his own little drama, shaking the two tiny braids on his head, cute as can be, pointing at the stalls on both sides.

"Granny, what’s that?"

Nian Shutong glanced over in cooperation, and with a deadpan expression, said, "Ask your grandpa."

She didn’t recognize it at all.

Grandpa Fu Yunhe up ahead immediately turned back and kindly said to Dou Dou, "That’s a Moshi, a unique energy stone found only in interstellar space."

Dou Dou turned his head happily and chirped at Nian Shutong, "Granny! Granny! That’s Moshi."

"Alright, I know! Stop shaking this old bag of bones."

Nian Shutong, with a firm grip on Dou Dou’s little arm, looked sternly at him to keep him from jumping around.

Dou Dou smiled sweetly and said, "Got it, Granny."

The kindly grandpa in front was even more cooperative, turning back to add, "Our precious little granddaughter is such a good girl!"

If it weren’t for the sake of preserving her makeup, Nian Shutong would have rolled her eyes to the heavens.

You’re enjoying the act too much, aren’t you? Can’t you see where we are?

Wasn’t their behavior exceptionally odd?

Indeed, people in the Black Market spoke in hushed tones, some deals were even conducted in private; nobody behaved like these three, as if they were a group of elderly tourists taking their precious grandchild on a trip.

Fu Yunhe and Dou Dou, perhaps sensing Nian Shutong’s silent grievances, reined themselves in a bit.

Fu Yunhe obediently led the way upfront, and Dou Dou stopped talking so much, though his little head still looked around everywhere. Was this how a child should behave?

"Are we there yet?"

Nian Shutong felt like they had been walking for quite some time.

"Almost."

Fu Yunhe up front replied a bit guiltily, continuing to lead the way.

After walking some more, Nian Shutong caught up to Fu Yunhe.

"Do you see that stall over there?"

Nian Shutong pointed at a stall that displayed various Space Buttons, asking Fu Yunhe to look, and he nodded.

"I see it, what about it?"

What about it?

Nian Shutong’s gaze was profound, her voice haunting as she said, "We’ve passed by this stall for the third time now."

On hearing they had passed it three times, Fu Yunhe swallowed nervously, then let out a forced chuckle.

"Heh, you noticed, huh?"

"Stop talking about the pointless things. Do you actually know where it is?"

Fu Yunhe didn’t instantly answer Nian Shutong’s question but looked around instead, finally shaking his head somewhat helplessly.

"I remember it was here, but I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve come, so maybe they’ve moved."

Nian Shutong gave Fu Yunhe a sharply annoyed look and decided to approach a stall to ask directly.

"Excuse me, I’d like to know where I can sell things around here?"

The stall owner, who had had his eyes closed, looked at the three of them and pointed in a direction, saying, "Turn the corner and ask someone."

Four words, brief and to the point, but without refusing to help.

Nian Shutong casually picked up a Space Button from the stall saying, "How much?"

"No need."

"We don’t sell those individually."

The stall owner remained aloof and closed his eyes again.

Not sold individually, Nian Shutong glanced at the roughly several hundred Space Buttons on the stall and finally put the Space Button she was holding back down.

"Thanks for that, this one’s for you."

Nian Shutong casually took out a small carving, about the size of a thumb, resembling a little snake, and placed it on the stand before leaving with Fu Yunhe and Dou Dou.

After they left, the vendor who had been at the original spot picked up the small sculpture from the ground, glanced at it nonchalantly, and tossed it into a pile of Space Buttons.

He dared not accept anything given by a Black Market Human; being involved in selling was good enough for him.

By this time, Nian Shutong had already reached the corner the vendor had pointed to; there were two people standing on either side, likely the contacts they were searching for.

"Are we selling something?"

Nian Shutong directly stated their purpose, and one of the men standing asked after a glance at the trio, "Selling what?"

"Starships."

The word "Starships" definitely piqued the interest of the gatekeepers.

Then Nian Shutong added, "Two of them."

The gatekeeper immediately nodded to the other man and said to Nian Shutong, "Follow."

The three followed the man leading them through a series of twists and turns for quite some time until Fu Yunhe curiously asked, "Has this place changed?"

The man in front, evidently not the first time answering such a question, directly informed them, "You haven’t been here in a while, have you? Ever since the last crackdown, we’ve changed locations; they’re not fixed anymore."

"Oh, indeed, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here."

Fu Yunhe felt a sense of connection; he hadn’t expected his own actions to be related.

Nian Shutong, however, gave him an "you did well" look, causing Fu Yunhe to smirk awkwardly.

After about twenty minutes, they finally arrived at a place.

The whole house was a low shanty-type building; its door was just a little taller than Dou Dou.

"This is the place?"

"Follow."

The lead man didn’t say much, just bent over and went in first.

Nian Shutong transmitted a message to Fu Yunhe, "It’s not a double-cross, is it?"

"Who’s double-crossing who?"

Fu Yunhe was genuinely puzzled; could there be anyone bold enough to double-cross Nian Shutong?

Nian Shutong nodded in agreement and said to Fu Yunhe, "You make sense. Thinking about it that way, it’s rather good; could be a road to riches."

Nian Shutong, leading Dou Dou, followed up, with Fu Yunhe shaking his head and laughing behind them.

Only Nian Shutong could make a double-cross sound so... appealing and yet realistic.

From the small entrance into the shantytown, there lay a downward slope, growing wider and darker as they walked.

After about a hundred meters, a large area of light appeared ahead, indicating an exit.

Once the three emerged, it was as if they had entered another world—a much busier one, with louder voices, though the content was quite interesting.

"Old Zhang’s here, what good stuff did you bring this time?"

"Just messing around."

"Ay, you’re not being honest, got something good there."

"Nothing, you’re the impressive one. I heard you got a top-grade crystal stone to sell?"

"You believe that too? Just rumors."

Conversations like these were plentiful.

One could tell they were regulars here, even familiar with each other.

When the three newcomers appeared, some people even greeted them amiably, but Nian Shutong and his companions quickly entered a building.

This building, located on the edge of the open area, had a simple counter inside, with a room behind it likely for discussions.

When they understood that the group wanted to sell starships, a man with an eight-character moustache wearing a long gown came out from behind the counter.

"Gentlemen, please come inside."

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