Chapter 134 Black Market

"One-third of the street? It doesn't matter, don't worry too much." Qin Fen smiled and closed the information page of Qitian Tower: "There are two-thirds of his street to compete for. The remaining sects will feel threatened. I believe they will resist in groups, right? However, Qitian Tower itself needs to pay attention to it, don't capsize at the critical moment of fighting for hegemony."

Qin Fen opened up several other hot posts about himself, carefully analyzing the videos of several other battles, and reflecting afterwards was one of the things that progress needed to do the most.

After browsing all the posts, Qin Fen closed the posts of Sky Battle.com. Using search engines, he began to find the official website of Feixin Women's Orchestra.

Although it is not as popular as Sky Battle Network, it can be called popular.

Especially after just after the concert, many people were excitedly expressing their opinions in the forum.

Qin Fen randomly registered an ID and quickly posted the news of selling signatures.

"Selling Yaxin and Yafei's joint signature. Limited quantity, the higher the price will be rewarded."

The post appeared on the forum page for less than sixty seconds, and this post had become a hot type of post.

Two more minutes passed, and the post was set to the top state.

Clicking on the post, Qin Fen looked at everyone's reply and immediately felt an endless resentment from the lines.

"Get out! Get out of here! Don't use our Feixin as a tool for making money!"

"Are you a human being? Fei Xin's signature is willing to sell it?"

"Don't believe him! This person must be a liar! How difficult is Fei Xin's signature to get, everyone should be clear about it."

"Fei Xin's signature was actually sold? Your greed for money can be comparable to thirty-six hours."

Qin Fen couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the ID name of his Zhan.com. It seemed that the poster was also a Zhan.com enthusiast.

In just a few minutes, thousands of abuses came overwhelmed. Qin Fen was very suspicious. In reality, faced with these people, would he be drowned by their saliva?

The forum posts here are full of curses, and the forum mailboxes there are also text messages prompts every time and every second.

The information in the mailbox is no less than that in forum posts. Except for a few people who directly send text messages to scold the streets, most people still secretly send messages to inquire about the price.

What made Qin Fen speechiest the most was that many of the attitudes of replying were full of righteous indignation, but the attitude of turning around and sending the letter was extremely intimate.

"Brother! I am also a Feixin enthusiast. How much do you pay for it?"

"Brother, don't worry about them in those posts. Actually, I support you. Please sell me one of your signatures."

"Sisters, I'm sorry for you! You're seeking benefits for everyone, but they even called you shameless. Sister, I support you, how do you sell your signature?"

All kinds of text messages show a meaning. I and I are not the same people who reply to the forum, we are all from the same country.

Qin Fen was amused and crying at the screen. His signature was very limited. Those who were close to each other and could not buy the signature in the end would probably be even more angry?

"Huh? Are you selling things?" Zhang Xiangyang approached Qin Fen, looked at the text message with interest, and asked casually: "What are you planning to take action?"

"Super Taobao." Qin Fen quickly opened a new web page: "Do directly to auction."

"Not bad." Zhang Xiangyang touched his chin, but there was a good expression on his face: "Brother, do this and wait for the real person to pk. I can foresee that in the future, there will be eight million people who come to find you to pk in real person in the future."

"So serious?" Qin Fen was somewhat unexpected: "Can you be so crazy?"

Zhang Xiangyang stretched: "That's because you are not a fan. In this world, some people's faith is power, some people's faith is power, and some people's faith is money. Similarly, some people's faith is music. The sound of the Feixin Women's Orchestra can shock people's souls, and it's natural that it's nothing to be worshiped by others. Any belief can produce extreme madness."

Qin Fen nodded slowly. The high-pitched music released by the two little girls in the petite bodies can really shock people's souls. There has never been any heavy metal rock music that can make people's blood boil to the point of being so excited as soon as they hear it.

Such a soul musician can make people believe and worship, and it is not too magical.

Qin Fen began to get into trouble. After choosing fourteen sects in a day, he was so tired that he was almost unable to stand firm. He had to deal with challengers from other planets around the world. Qin Fen suddenly felt a chill. It was definitely a nightmare.

Seeing the signature in his hand that could be exchanged for a lot of money, Qin Fen felt even more troublesome. It turned out that how to take action was so much more difficult than getting an autograph.

"Cough...cough..."

Zhang Xiangyang coughed twice in a symbolic way and issued a reminder.

Qin Fen looked at Zhang Xiangyang with interest. According to psychological analysis, it was impossible for this man to run away for no reason to say these words.

"What's your solution?"

"It's not impossible." Zhang Xiangyang's hands were flying quickly on the keyboard as if playing the piano: "There is something in this world called the black market. In this black market, as long as you have the ability, you can sell the head of the federal president."

"Is that true?" Qin Fen shook the signature book in his hand: "Although the signature of Feixin Women's Orchestra is valuable, it is not qualified to go to the black market, right?"

"Of course." Zhang Xiangyang opened a black-bottomed webpage and quickly entered the account and password on it: "However, the ability of the black market is much greater than you think. For example, there is also a profession called a client here. They will not ask who you are, nor do they care about what you are selling. They will use their own special channels to sell what you need."

Qin Fen's eyes gradually lit up. He had only heard of the existence of a black market before, but he didn't expect that the black market has now been completely networked.

Zhang Xiangyang pointed to a corner of the screen, where there was a villain wearing black clothes, with a big word written on his chest.

"Did you see it? Unfortunately, my qualifications are too low. I am just a first-level member, so my authority is very limited. The client I can contact can only be a rookie like me, and the price may not be too high."

"Then can you find a client who executes a similar auction?" Qin Fen looked around at more than 30 signatures: "I feel like it's a loss for the price of this signature. It would be great if I could hold a small-scale auction."

"Okay! No problem." Zhang Xiangyang pointed: "Any client here must be able to organize a small, safe and hidden auction, otherwise he will not be qualified at all. However, for dozens of signatures to conduct the auction, I am afraid that this black market client will be surprised."

Zhang Xiangyang said, "playing the piano" on the keyboard with both hands, quickly entering messages.

Soon, someone sent a message back.

"There are too few things, too low value, and are not qualified to entrust."

Zhang Xiangyang grinned and looked apologetic: "I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with, there are rules here."

"What if I add this?" Qin Fen had no choice but to take out dozens of signature T-shirts in his hand: "It's all, if it doesn't work, I'll find a way myself."

"I'll try again." Zhang Xiangyang sent the news again.

The news that came back again made Qin Fen's face look a little more smiling.

"I barely qualified to conduct the commission and accept the commission. The commission is 50%." Zhang Xiangyang sighed: "Here, the higher your value, the lower the commission will be. This is the first time I heard of the commission of 50%. Are you sure you will entrust it?"

Holding the T-shirt in his hand hard, Qin Fen nodded slowly: "What is sold is the money, and it is nothing in his hand."

"Okay! Have courage." Zhang Xiangyang responded quickly and soon received a new reply.

"Go to the official website and post a sales message, "There are only thirty-five signatures, and the super Taobao website is in the post."

Using Super Taobao? Qin Fen’s smile became even more powerless. It’s easy for people with channels to make money these days.

Ordinary people use Super Taobao and it is easy to find the seller's information. If you change to a person with channels and auction it in the same position, the effect will be completely different.

Qin Fen posted another post, taking pictures of the signature on the signature book with a camera of more than three million pixels, and passing the photos to the client through the black market website.

Everything is done, Qin Fen's new posts are full of money again, and there are so many times more people posting this time than last time.

"No one should buy it! We can't let him insult our idol like this!"

"That's right! No one should go! Let him lose money!"

"I agree, no one should buy it~~"

Qin Fen looked familiar with many statements and said that he would resist the id of the person. After thinking about it, he found that it was the ones who asked for the price by themselves through text messages.

"These people..." Qin Fen really didn't know what they should say. While encouraging others to boycott, he secretly went to bid for the purchase.

Qin Fen also entered the auction interface. The signature that just set a low price of one dollar has now climbed to 100 in a blink of an eye, and the speed of climbing has not stopped at all.

This result made Qin Fen sigh, there are so many rich people in this world. Just a signature, is it?

Different people have different values. Qin Fen watched the price rise from 100 yuan to 200 yuan in less than 40 to 50 seconds. His speed of refreshing the web pages was not as fast as the price rose.

One thousand dollars!
Chapter completed!