At the East Port of Black Water, a place full of mixed company, all walks of life frequent.
This is the "Black Market".
"Mountains and rivers have their masters; if you think about it, my animal pelts are 'black goods' and can't be openly sold. So I have to come to the black market!"
A corner of the black market.
There was an inconspicuous little stall. Li Xian laid out a cloth bag on the ground and sat down. Tiger skins, tiger teeth, tiger bones, deer antlers... all neatly arranged in front of him.
The sales in the black market are unchecked, unregulated, and instances of exorbitant pricing and fleecing are common.
But Li Xian's tiger skins and bones were unmistakably genuine. There was no way to falsify them; they were solid goods!
So it didn't take long before buyers came forward to inquire about prices.
"Young brother, your tiger skin looks genuine."
