Feng Jiu glanced at the two of them and said, "My son is looking for you to take care of things." While speaking, a token was passed over.

When the guard saw the token, his gaze shrank, and he quickly took it with his hands, and said respectfully: "My son, please come in, I'll report to the manager immediately."

One quickly took the token to report to the steward, and the other took them in. After handing them to the people inside, the guards withdrew. The people inside took them to the strike hall and offered tea and cakes as a treat.

The steward, who was chatting with two middle-aged men in another wing, heard the knock on the door, and could not help but cursed: "I don't know what I am looking for! Don't you know I am receiving a distinguished guest?"

The sound of knocking on the door outside paused, and the guard hesitated, still reporting: "Stewardship, someone brought a black order to see the steward."

Hearing this, the manager inside was slightly surprised, looked at the other two people, and saw that they nodded, and then said: "Come in!"

The guard came in, not daring to look around, but respectfully handed over the black order in his hand: "Fuck, this is the black order of our black market. Subordinates dare not neglect, let them be taken to the lobby."

The steward took a look and saw that their black market represented the noble black market. He couldn't help but was slightly surprised. He handed the black order to the two sitting aside and asked, "What is the person who came with the black order? people?"

"He is a very handsome man in red, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, with only two attendants, a man and a woman," the guard reported.

"Well, let's go down first!" He waved his hand, motioning him to retreat.

"Yes."

The guard stepped back and the door closed. At this moment, the three people in the room spoke again.

"This black order is indeed our black market. Every black order given must be registered and reported. Moreover, it is not easy for ordinary people to get a black order. How can a young boy have such a black order? "

"No matter how he got it, now that he comes with a black order, I have to go and see you." The steward said, when he wanted to retrieve the black order, he saw the middle-aged man holding the black order in his hand. After moving away, he was slightly startled and looked at him, not knowing what he wanted.

"This Black Ling doesn't recognize people." He looked at the steward and suddenly said such a sentence.

Guan Shi and the middle-aged man next to him were taken aback, paused for a while, and for a long time, Guan Shi frowned slightly and said, "This way, I'm afraid it's not very good. We are all working in the black market. We should know the rules. , And that the young man can get the black order, his identity is not simple, if we let the above know, the consequences are not we can afford."

"Let me go and have a look with you! I also want to know, what is the origin of this young man? Can he have a black order?" The middle-aged man stood up, looked at the black order in his hand, and said:" Maybe, this black order is not his."

The man next to him wanted to persuade him, but he moved his lips, but did not say anything. Instead, he stood up together, meaning that he was planning to see what kind of person he was.

Knowing their thoughts, the steward sighed lightly, and said, "But I still have to remind the other party that if they can come with a black order, they are the most distinguished guests in our black market. You can't mess around."

"Come on? Haha, you think too much." The middle-aged man smiled and gestured to ask him to go first.

So the three of them left the room and went to the lobby...