Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 450 - 260 Various Rare Items, Acquaintances

Brian hurriedly made his way to the source of the commotion.

The argument had already concluded.

A crowd was dispersing with mutterings and cursings, leaving a small stall behind.

On the stall, a middle-aged man clad in a Taoist robe, also muttered curses as he returned a plate of black pills, about the size of longan fruits, to the table and sat down cross-legged, waiting for the next fated person to inquire about the price.

It was then Brian noticed that this area resembled a market place.

Stalls were lined up along the roadsides, mostly selling reagents and some food-like items in small quantities, with informational signs placed beside them.

These were usually custom order businesses, not really typical market stalls.

Furthermore, the areas where the reagents were displayed were marked as being in cooperation with official organizations only, not for private transactions.

Each area had different research priorities.

Some organizations selected appropriate partners for collaboration, and private families also sought to foster their own growth by establishing secret collaborations with countries where official partnerships were unsuitable.

For instance, the stall belonging to the Taoist from Hua Country that had the recent argument sold something called Fasting Pills.

A single pill could sustain the energy needs of an ordinary first-rank life for one day, tasted sweet, and was easy to carry, but would cost five thousand US dollars each, with discounts available for bulk purchases.

To be honest, the price was steep.

Brian’s place in NW also sold similar specialty energy bars in fixed amounts to second-level staff.

Those bars tasted worse but were much cheaper.

Just as Brian was reflecting on the Taoist’s pricey merchandise, a Middle Eastern youth wearing a headscarf approached, exchanged a few words, popped a large black pill into his mouth, and repeatedly gave enthusiastic thumbs-ups, then proceeded to pack up and purchase all of the Taoist’s large boxes.

The Taoist cheerfully produced a POS machine.

In less than ten seconds, he had packed up after selling everything and walked away.

Seeing this, Brian stroked his chin.

He suddenly realized that he should offer a higher salary to his employee who had developed the high-energy food.

This stuff was not only vital for himself, but it could also be a highly sought-after commodity if put up for sale!

At that moment,

As the middle-aged Taoist was packing up and passed by Brian, he paused, glanced at Brian, stroked his beard, and put on the air of a profound elder, "Big guy, are you also interested in the Taoist’s Fasting Pills?"

He spoke directly in the language of Hua Country.

Brian curiously asked, "How do you know I speak Hua Country’s language?"

The middle-aged Taoist feigned mystery, pinching his fingers, "I calculated it, but forget it, you foreigners wouldn’t understand even if I told you. I’ve sold out of Fasting Pills, if you want to buy, you’ll have to go to Hua Country. However, I still have some Inverted Phoenix Pills, do you want them?"

"What are they for?"

Brian asked, curious.

The name didn’t sound like it was for recreational use.

"For pleasure."

The expression on the Taoist’s face became ambiguous:

"Big guy, you’re obviously the strength enhancement type, don’t be shy.

You strength types tend to have dulled nerves, and you miss out on a lot of pleasures. Eat this, and you’ll be able to experience the joys of a normal person again, though it will make you more sensitive, speeding up the release.

It’s not a big problem, considering how quickly your body recovers; as long as you last longer overall.

Do you want them?

I just made some money, and I’ll sell these Inverted Phoenix Pills to you for cheap."

Brian rolled his eyes.

Who are you looking down upon!

He had come to enjoy the show and see if he could teach someone who was living well a lesson, but the fight never happened.

Boring.

Disappointed, Brian turned and left.

Seeing him leave, the middle-aged Taoist didn’t care and vanished into the crowd in a flash.

...

Since he was already here,

Brian decided to casually stroll through the stall area to broaden his horizons.

The items on sale here were diverse.

It wasn’t just various reagents and nutrient liquids, but also a variety of small technological items, weapons and ammunition, even those small detection drones with high-tech content, which came with sci-fi-esque liquid crystal wrist-worn eyewear, clearly not bulk-made products.

The most outrageous was Big Hairy’s stall.

It had a meter-long, plump artillery shell on display.

When Brian read the accompanying description, he was dumbfounded: Mini nuclear bomb, launcher included, effective firing distance of four kilometers, impact blast radius of five kilometers, radiation coverage...

Are they kidding?

Especially since it’s a mystery how they even got it here.

After all, the capital of White Elephant Country was only a little over three hundred kilometers away, and they didn’t seem to care.

Walking by, Brian truly broadened his horizons.

The attendees of the conference were mostly official staff from their home countries, or the wealthy heirs of the rich, not ordinary people.

It probably explained why.

Many of the items here looked ’criminal,’ quite ’interrogatable.’

The best-selling were some special reagents, like those pushed by the earlier middle-aged Taoist, along with other unique reagents for private exchange, and the rest were leaves...

But these leaves were not ordinary; they were the Heavenly Grass that Brian had seen before.

They had already drawn a long queue in front of the stall.

Those who managed to purchase were sitting aside, drinking in the smoke, leaving the air filled with the stench of burnt leaves...

Most of the items here accepted cash transactions.

Mostly in US dollars and gold.