Chapter 763 - 639: Watching the Shop and the Spirit Communicator Association
Chapter 763: Chapter 639: Watching the Shop and the Spirit Communicator Association
Jeming closed the suitcase and pushed it to the corner of the wall.
He turned around, walked to the workbench, opened the cloth bag containing materials, and poured those few grayish-white fragments onto the surface.
Under the light, the fragments reflected slightly, and the fine, fractal-like patterns on the surface were clearly visible.
Mysterious fragments of a Dangerous Level.
There are new research materials again.
Lately, Jeming’s collaboration with those black market intermediaries has been progressively improving.
It’s fair to say that the counterpart has been putting quite a bit of effort into fulfilling his various requests.
This didn’t surprise Jeming, as he had this anticipation when he first encountered intermediaries.
Those who work as black market intermediaries usually have a myriad of connections.
Making them disappear abruptly would certainly draw attention.
Even if he showcased power and added contractual limits, it would still be challenging to make them gather intel and materials so diligently.
Of course, Jeming had the option to secretly infiltrate without alerting them.
Ultimately, he chose another strategy: using substantial power and sizable benefits to stimulate their maximum initiative.
Those who act as intermediaries in such underground black markets are clever people, and Jeming enjoys dealing with clever folks because their actions align with expectations.
The benefits from the optimization of the Genetic Potion, along with the power he previously displayed, were enough for these intermediaries to make the right choice.
Having them help collect intel effectively compensates for Jeming’s inability to gather information at night.
As for collecting various mysterious materials, special channels are needed, which Jeming alone would find difficult to achieve.
As for optimizing the Genetic Potion, it’s not an issue for Jeming.
With his skills, achieving a 5% success rate boost is trivial; even bringing the consumption success rate of these forbidden drugs to 100% poses no difficulty.
But doing so would attract too much attention.
What surprised Jeming a little was that these Genetic Potions contain various mysterious forces with considerable research value.
"These so-called forbidden drugs are often by-products of incomplete utilization of mysterious forces. For me, their research value is comparable to that of these eerie fragments."
Jeming thought for a moment and didn’t rush to take on the next commission.
Since there were no tasks this time, he wasn’t short on time...
The following morning, Eric had just stepped out of the apartment building when he saw Jeming standing at the entrance of the old bookstore, holding a newspaper and looking up at the gray sky.
His posture didn’t seem like he was checking the weather, more as if observing something invisible to ordinary people.
"Morning." Eric greeted, instinctively heading towards the factory.
"Eric." Jeming called him.
Eric stopped, turning around.
Jeming seldom initiated a call, which surprised him a bit.
"Are you free tomorrow?"
Eric thought for a moment.
Tomorrow was a rest day, the factory had shut down for maintenance, and he initially planned a day of sleep at home: "I’m free. Why?"
"Help me watch the store for a day."
Eric paused, instinctively glancing back at that old bookstore.
Watch the store?
That old bookstore where even shadows rarely appear?
"Are you going out?" he asked.
"Yeah." Jeming folded the newspaper and tucked it under his arm, "Going to a lecture tomorrow."
"Lecture?" Eric’s expression became subtle.
In his memory, someone running a black clinic like Jeming didn’t really associate with the word "lecture."
"Organized by the official Spirit Communicator Association." Jeming’s tone was calm, as if he was mentioning tomorrow’s fine weather, "Public lecture on weird protection knowledge."
Eric opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
He was aware of the public lectures by the official association since related information was published in the monthly newspapers.
While public lectures seemed like free events on the surface, they were formal activities held at places like the City Hall’s auditorium or exhibition center.
Attendees were mostly middle-class citizens, government employees, or people with leisure and money wanting to learn about mysterious knowledge.
A Doctor Black running an old bookstore in the old downtown area, going to such a lecture?
He scrutinized Jeming.
Jeming dressed no differently tomorrow than usual, dark coat, worn boots, hardly styled hair.
He seemed entirely unlikely to fit into any official event.
"You’re quite at ease." Eric couldn’t help but comment.
Jeming didn’t respond, merely watching him, awaiting his answer.
"Alright, I’ll watch your store for a day." Eric nodded, then recalled something, "Though your store hardly sees anyone, right? I’ll just sit there?"
"Someone is coming to install wiring tomorrow." Jeming said, "Keep an eye on them so they don’t break anything."
Eric meant to say more, but Jeming had already turned and walked back into the bookstore.
The wooden door closed behind him, leaving only the wooden sign of "Old Bookstore" gently swaying in the morning breeze.
Eric stood on the cobblestone path, staring at that tightly shut wooden door for a few seconds, then shook his head and turned towards the factory.
The following morning, Eric arrived at the old bookstore on time.
Jeming was already waiting at the door.
Today, he wore a dark gray coat, looking slightly more formal than usual, but only "slightly."