“More than one underground market?”

On the street, Sherlock was walking with Donald and discussing the underground market, which was initiated by the latter.

"Of course, there are two markets in Puston City, north and south. What we are going to is the southern market that is closer to us."

Sherlock said without looking back, his eyes were on the notebook page in his hand, and all the contents translated by Donald were copied on it twice.

"Why......"

"Why are there two? The reason is very simple, the government regulations."

This reason is just what Sherlock used to block Donald's mouth, and the real reason is of course more complicated.

The underground transaction volume in the entire city of Puston is not small. On the one hand, underground transactions do not strictly control commodities, and there is never a department like the Quality Supervision Bureau. The goods are all based on their eyesight to distinguish the authenticity. Some people sell parallel goods as real goods, while others sell them as parallel goods because they do not have enough eyes.

Slaughtering customers and picking up bargains is common in the underground market, and most people still eat this one. Compared with regular shops that have been checked layer by layer before putting on the container, this kind of place can always give people a strange sense of excitement.

Once there are too many people, trouble will come.

Not to mention the store, the seller must at least have a place to move a small stool to set up a stall, right? Otherwise, where will the goods be placed?

Buyers on the other side must have a place to walk around, right? Otherwise, what is it called a market?

However, there is a helpless thing in this link: the government does not allow such a market to appear openly. Once some goods in the underground market are exposed, it will easily cause unnecessary trouble.

The market size cannot be too large, otherwise it will be easily discovered. The government can turn a blind eye at some point, but if the underground market is exposed, they will have to take action to manage it, and both sides will not feel good at that time.

Therefore, after coordination and on-site investigation, two underground market areas were formed in the city of Puston that the government acquiesced to open, located in the north and south urban areas.

The brightly lit neighborhoods and various shops on both sides of the road are full of shops. The spacious alleyways that should have been designed to be used for three people to walk together are repeatedly compressed according to the urban plan. This is normal. Capitalists have always liked to maximize their use of resources, even if it is just a one-square meter of shop expansion.

That means a separate small table, one or two new guests, a share of additional income.

The heat of summer nights encourages the lively atmosphere, and people wander in groups of three or five on the streets. The laughter and joy inside and outside the tavern, the ambiguous call in the nightingale shop and the seductive aroma in the restaurant make people stop involuntarily.

“Is this the underground market located?”

Donald looked at the neighborhood in front of him and felt it was a bit ridiculous. It was clearly a bustling commercial street in Puston.

"Yes, the underground market exists under the bustling commercial street. Is it strange?"

Sherlock asked back with a smile, Donald was stunned and then burst into laughter.

As a commercial street with complete facilities and mature operations, I don’t know how many people will be coming and going in this area every day. Is there any better disguise than this?

All of them are traders here, but some people's transactions are on the ground, and some people's transactions are just underground. After buying or selling things, they can't make any splash when they walk into the crowd. If you want to check, these ordinary people are a natural barrier. After all, causing trouble in such places is to provoke the government, and the consequences will undoubtedly be very serious.

In his previous life, this is called "Middle Hidden in the City".

"Come with me, don't look at the many stores here, there are only a few places that can really make people go there, such as some vendors who have other channels."

Sherlock walked in front, walked through the crowd, and continued until he stopped at the door of a restaurant:

"Since you have earned more than 10 gold pounds for me, I will reveal an additional information to you. Seeing the signs on this restaurant, can you tell the difference?"

"Jeff Restaurant... are those two forks on the wooden sign?"

Previously, Donald saw the restaurants hanging horizontally with interlaced knife and fork signs, which belong to the industry logo. The real store name is on the top of the restaurant door. There is a knife and fork sign hanging outside the Jeff restaurant, but a double fork sign appears repeatedly on the top of the door. Ordinary people don’t look like they have anything to do. After all, the restaurant owner has the final say on what brand to hang.

"This is the sign of the entrance to the underground market. Double forks usually appear on the bottom of the restaurant's name. Other cities should be similar... I don't know how it became popular."

Donald is right, this is specifically for people who understand the knowledgeable.

"Go in now?"

The diners in the door sat together and ate in full swing. The two of them stood at the door and looked inside. This behavior was a bit strange.

"It's almost something, you go and buy two cods at a price of 1 shilling, remember, 1 shilling."

He raised his cane and ordered the shop next to him. Donald then found that there was a seafood shop near the restaurant. Puston City was not in the coastal area, but it was not far away. There was no shortage of fresh seafood. He didn't ask much, and came back a few minutes later with two fresh cod tied with straw ropes.

"This cod, the size of a palm, is actually sold for one shilling. I think 3p is the normal price."

Although Donald doesn't know much about the price of fish, he still has a basic comparison. One cod is 1 shilling, which is not just a dark heart.

"You will know why it is so expensive later, let's go."

Pushing open the restaurant gate, Sherlock walked in front and went straight to the ordering table inside.

"Sir, bring your own materials? We don't support this."

The old man with gray temples behind the counter was wearing glasses and holding a small square notebook in his hand. He looked at the two cods in Donald's hand and spoke skillfully.

"We pay the bill at the full price. Can you help with it?"

"That's OK. Go straight into the door for 5 meters, turn left, fish warehouse."

What the two were talking about sounded like a diner wanted to borrow kitchen cooking. Whether the store had rules in this regard, the two sides finally reached a compromise.

But Donald, who knows some of the inside story, sounds a bit like a joint code.

There are many code programs, which are quite unique...

Follow the old man's instructions and walk into the half-high on the right side of the counter and return to the door. The kitchen is naturally behind the restaurant. After passing the corridor, the collision of pots and pans and the sound of the ingredients when hot oil is added is particularly loud.

Turn left, there was indeed a small warehouse that was divided separately at the back of the restaurant. The young man in a black leather apron was sitting at the door, holding a cod in his hand and was skillful in his craft. I don’t know how many fish passed his hand.

Sherlock took the fish in Donald's hand and placed it directly in the bucket beside him, waved his hand back, and signaled to follow.

When passing by, Donald looked into the basin. Seven or eight cod fish were swimming in it. There was a wide basin near the calf. The sign of the previous seafood store was pasted on the side, and there seemed to be a lot of cod fish inside.

1 shilling, not so much the price of the fish, but rather the price of the ticket.

After entering the compartment, you can see a cellar entrance open. Following the stairs, it is not a small warehouse, but a corridor with kerosene lamps. The distance is not long, and a wooden door is tightly closed at the end.

"Put some of this medicine liquid under the nose. The underground market is transformed from an abandoned sewer. Although it has been cleaned many times, it always has some smell due to some special commodities and underground environments. When the medicine liquid fails, you will almost get used to the smell."

After taking the medicine, she imitated Sherlock to apply some on the back of her hand with her index finger, and then rubbed it under her nostrils.

As he moved forward, Donald was inexplicably excited. The underground market was like the other side of the world to him now. When he approached the wooden door, he seemed to be able to hear the vague sound coming from outside.

"Are you ready? Don't blink next. The first time you enter the underground market will be an unforgettable experience in your life, at least I think so."

He pushed his brass hand out and his eyes suddenly opened up. He rushed into Donald's ears. The scene in front of him was indeed shocking.

The secret and cumbersome way of entry before made Donald feel that the underground market is a place full of dark flavors.

Rows of black tents, dark green hanging lamps, colorful oil paints on his faces, as if he was about to die for half a year at a glance. In addition, some strange creatures dried corpses and bones were his imagination.

However, the moment the wooden door opened, it was just the first glance that overturned all Donald's imagination. A few meters outside the door was actually a spacious gravel platform with a diameter of nearly twenty meters!

The stone paths paved with gray bricks connect the platform, with kerosene lamp posts standing on both sides, illuminating brightly. Looking left and right, you can see the same seven or eight stone paths, each connected to the wooden door, and several people are opening the door.

Donald couldn't speak, but he didn't even want to waste his blink of an eye. He kept walking forward. He first arrived at the gravel platform. The people who came out of the nearby passage gathered here, and then stepped on a road with a width of nearly five meters, leading to a large square decorated with lights in front!

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Haha, the expression I came here for the first time is similar to that of you. The two underground markets in Puston City, each of which is no less than the trading center on the ground. The number of permanent merchants is no less than 80, ensuring that the goods are diverse. As for the details, I won't tell you. It will destroy your experience. Enjoy your "first night". I am only responsible for taking you in and finding a way out. Remember to go to work on time tomorrow. By the way, I will remind you to take care of your wallet. There is a gold sales cave in front of you."

Sherlock had his own business to do. After saying that, he rushed out a few steps without waiting for Donald to respond, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.
Chapter completed!