The seller only needs to store the items in the warehouse of Star Ring City and can list them on the trading platform with a certificate.
Once the buyer purchases them, they can obtain the certificate and use it to pick up the goods.
The entire transaction process is very simple, with only a 1% handling fee.
"When did it open? I didn’t even notice."
Su Mo felt like he missed out on millions, and murmured regrettably to himself.
This consignnt market is incredibly booming, with tons of people using it.
A variety of goods are available.
Su Mo took a deep breath and started researching the price of Energy Crystals.
He discovered that the price of Energy Crystals remained stable at about 20% below the base price, and hadn’t fluctuated. It seed the price had bottod out.
The Fake Owner·Swallower looked at Su Mo studying the consignnt market seriously, remained silent for a while, then spoke up suddenly.
"Su Mo."
"What’s up?"
Su Mo asked while browsing posts.
"Tomorrow, when you go to find the old man, bring along and ask him to repair ."
The Fake Owner·Swallower replied in a deep voice.
Su Mo was slightly startled and quickly asked, "What’s wrong with you?"
"During the last battle at the Star Gate, I took a full blow from the Vice Clan Leader·Mogasi of the Eternal Sleep Clan. My core sustained so damage and needs repair."
The Fake Owner·Swallower replied in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo asked nervously, "Is it serious? Are you okay?"
"It’s fine, nothing serious."
The Fake Owner·Swallower replied in a deep voice.
Hearing the Fake Owner·Swallower’s words, Su Mo couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then he showed a bitter expression.
"Oh my God, I finally saved so money, and now you’re damaged. Don’t know how much it’ll cost ."
"Do you have any objections?"
"No objections. I’ll take you there tomorrow."
Su Mo replied with a smile.
...
The next day, Su Mo visited the general store again.
"Old man, I’m here."
Su Mo entered the general store, greeting enthusiastically.
The old man didn’t even bother to respond, as if he was used to it.
But unexpectedly, Su Mo walked up to the counter without his usual banter and placed a box in front of the old man.
Inside the box lay the Fake Owner·Swallower in a state of sleep.
The old man squinted and asked, "You want to sell this Light Computer?"
"What are you talking about? This Light Computer is damaged. Can you take a look?"
Su Mo’s mouth twitched as he quickly explained.
Upon hearing Su Mo’s words, the old man’s eyes softened, and he picked it up for a closer look.
"How is it?"
Su Mo asked nervously.
He knew the Fake Owner·Swallower was incredibly important, almost like a lifeline.
"The damage is quite severe. It needs to be left here for repairs."
The old man said hoarsely.
"Really? How severe is it? How long will it take to fix? Will there be any issues during the repairs?"
Su Mo asked gravely, fearing the worst.
"Co back tomorrow."
The old man didn’t bother to talk much.
"Wait, tomorrow it’ll be fixed?"
Su Mo responded, then suddenly realized sothing was amiss.
"Yes, what’s wrong?"
The old man replied indifferently.
"It’s not... you said it was severely damaged, yet you can fix it in a day? You’re not exaggerating, are you? Trying to jack up the repair cost?"
Su Mo eyed the old man suspiciously.
"Then co back in a month."
The old man imdiately changed his tune.
"No, no, tomorrow, please. How much will the repair cost?"
Su Mo dared not wait a whole month.
"We’ll settle the cost later. You can leave now, we’re closed today."
The old man coldly issued a call to leave.
"Alright."
Su Mo saw the old man wasn’t in the mood to talk and turned to leave.
After Su Mo left, the door of the general store automatically closed.
The Fake Owner·Swallower, lying quietly in the box, began emitting a halo, and the entire chanical sphere floated up.
The old man looked at the floating Fake Owner·Swallower, unsurprised, and coughed a few tis.
Instead, the Swallower spoke in a deep voice.
"Why don’t you take Su Mo in? You’ve personally tested him; he should et your requirents."
The old man kept coughing, and after a long while, he spoke.
"Indeed, that kid has t all the criteria, even exceeding expectations in so aspects."
"Then why not accept him? Why keep stringing him along?"
The Fake Owner·Swallower asked puzzledly.
The old man did not answer directly but headed towards the inner room of the general store.
The Fake Owner·Swallower followed him in.
The old man reached the dark inner room and pressed his hand against the wall.
Imdiately, the ground opened a deep stairway entrance.
The old man and Fake Owner·Swallower went down, soon reaching a tal passageway, where nurous scanning lights swept over them.
Soon, all the security devices fell into standby mode.
The gates in front opened successively.
The old man led the Fake Owner·Swallower to the end, facing a closed black tal door.
The old man raised his hand and pressed it.
The black tal door’s surface circuits lit up.
Crackle!
The door fractured irregularly.
Imdiately, a giant biological laboratory ca into view, filled with ultra-high-precision instrunts and biological tanks.
The biological tanks held various monsters and alien organisms.
Nurous tubes inserted into them.
Researchers in protective suits busily worked on their tasks.
They seed not to notice the old man’s entry.
The old man led the Fake Owner·Swallower through.
Deep in the lab stood a vortex-shaped biological instrunt over a hundred ters tall.
This instrunt was connected to nurous concentrated mixing tanks.
Each tank contained different liquids.
These liquids continuously poured into the instrunt, passing through complex procedures, finally injecting into a glass tube at the instrunt’s center.
"Do you see that glass tube?"
The old man asked hoarsely.
The Fake Owner·Swallower stared for a long ti, finally said, "Type VI Genetic Potion!"
"Correct, more accurately, it’s a semi-finished product. To make this special Type VI Genetic Potion, my blood is needed. However, the negative energy pollution inside my body is extrely severe now. If I use my blood to forcibly create it, this special Type VI Genetic Potion would carry terrifying pollution. If injected into Su Mo, it could cause a massive surge in negative energy pollution, possibly direct mutation. So, I need the Pala Fruit to suppress my pollution and complete this special VI Genetic Potion."
The old man spoke hoarsely.
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