Chapter 30
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"Sis, don't boast. I know you're comforting me, but it's the same every year. I don't want to participate anymore. I want to act, but dad doesn't agree. He says it's not a proper job. I participated in the Potion Competition two years ago and won a participation award. Do you know what a participation award is?
It's just a towel. When I came back, I was scolded to death by grandma. She said I'm retarded. I really don't want to participate anymore. "
Lan Yanran's face was full of bitterness and hatred. Lan Enron's heart ached.
She touched Lan Yanran's little head and thought of her brother in her previous life. For her, her brother gave himself to an old and ugly rich woman just to raise money for himself. In the end, he died tragically in the hands of the rich woman.
Lan Enron thought of this and her tears fell again. She turned her head to wipe her tears and said with a smile.
"Don't worry. After this Potion Competition, I'll tell dad that you don't want to study medicine anymore. I'll let you transfer to the acting department. How about it?"
"Really?"
Lan Yanran's eyes lit up and immediately became spirited.
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Lan Enron's smile was very sincere.
"Sis, you're the best sister in the world!"
Lan Yanran put down his bowl and chopsticks and said happily while hugging Lan Enron.
"Okay, let's eat!"
Lan Enron said with a smile.
Lan Yanran obediently picked up his bowl and chopsticks. He had never felt that the rice at home was so fragrant!
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After the meal, Lan Yanran obediently went back to his room to sleep. Lan Enron kept looking at her watch.
The black market was still a bit far from home. She had to leave early to ensure that no one in the family would find out. She had to wait for Lan Tingyun to come back before leaving.
At 12 o 'clock, Lan Enron set off.
Night shrouded Chengdu. A black figure shuttled back and forth on the deserted streets.
The black market was located in the suburbs of Chengdu. It opened once every Saturday and sold a dazzling array of things. All the things that could be sold here were things that couldn't see the light of day. Therefore, this place was also known as the Ghost City.
The rule of Ghost City was that once the deal was made, the buyer would leave the seller alone. Usually, the buyer and seller did not ask about the origin of the goods, just pay the money. There were no police or city management here, and the goods sold were rarely seen in the market. The rarer something was, the more expensive it was, so the price was generally high.
Lan Enron wore a night suit and a cap. She walked along a small path and arrived near Ghost City. There was a group of people waiting for Lan Enron.
"How is it? Is the information accurate? "
Lan Anran took the lead and asked.
"Don't worry, this is insider information. The buyer is called Old Ghost. There's nothing he doesn't know. He has never failed."
A burly man said affirmatively.
"Alright, let's go in!"
Lan Enron took the lead and walked in.
There were many people in Ghost City today. Everyone was wearing a veil, not wanting others to see their true faces.
Lan Enron and the group went straight to a small room with only candles. In the small room sat an old man with a white beard and a cap on his head. His skin was a little yellow under the candlelight.
"Little girl, do you want to know about the fennel grass?"
The old man asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I need it."
Lan Enron answered.
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