Looking again at the happy family, the plate of venison, which didn't seem very full, never seemed to reach the bottom.
'Heh, this guy's so skinny, but he can eat a lot...'
Silently, he opened his mouth slightly.
"Next time I see my parents, next time I see 'Wu You'."
Then, a black wave flashed, and Wu You disappeared from the room.
The thin young man, who was eating his third bowl of rice, suddenly stopped. He held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, maintaining the posture of putting rice into his mouth, while turning his head from side to side with the bowl.
"What's wrong, son? What are you looking at?"
Wu Jianguo asked, puzzled.
"Uh... it's nothing, I just felt like someone was talking to me..."
Zhang Guihua hit him on the head with the handle of her chopsticks.
"You just finished dealing with the upside-down clock thing and now you're trying to scare your mom again."
"Mom, I didn't..."
"Alright, hurry up and eat. It'll get dark soon, and we'll need to use the lights again."
...
Above a bustling trading district in Hanoi, Vietnam, a subtle spatial fluctuation flashed, and Wu You's figure appeared suspended in mid-air.
More than a month has passed, and those white people should have left by now. However, a golden upside-down bell doesn't sound like a lucky charm, and whether it's real or fake, they probably wouldn't take it with them.
However, there's a popular saying on the internet about Earth in the original universe: "Why is there so little foreign population?" It's often used to describe how foreigners are reckless and dangerous.
If the foreigners on Earth had the same mentality, they might very well take that golden upside-down bell in search of thrills.
Looking down at the bustling crowd below, and hearing the incessant cries of vendors in the market, it was a very lively scene.
'It's strange, how come tiny Hanoi seems more developed and vibrant than Qiantang? Hmm, we can't look at it with the inertia of our original universe.'
Wu You randomly selected a few people in the air to check their memories, but found no trace of the golden upside-down bell. So he gave up on trying to obtain information through this method.
In the northeast corner of the market, a shop that occupies a larger area than the other shops is bustling with activity. It is also the only shop that is flashing neon lights as night approaches. It is a bar-like building called "Hanoi Never Sleeps".
This is the only entertainment venue Wu You has seen since arriving in Hanoi. Its style is not the fashionable and exquisite kind of modern bar in the original universe, but rather a rough and thick version of the kind found in American Westerns.
Well, basically all the buildings here are like this. When you get to Hanoi, the style isn't much different from Qiantang. They're excessively sturdy.
"Ring ring~"
The doorbell rang, the bar door was pushed open, and night was already falling. The bar was already full of customers.
The scene was chaotic, and the waitresses passing by were dressed very provocatively.
Perhaps because the building materials were too thick, the bar was noticeably less spacious inside than it appeared from the outside, and with so many customers, there seemed to be hardly any empty seats.
A burly figure entered the bar.
He wore a khaki wool coat, was tall, wore a Turkish felt hat, and held a silver cane. His brown, half-curly hair fell slightly over the edge of the hat, and his stubble did not give him an untidy appearance, but rather accentuated his calm and composed demeanor.
This outfit and its owner instantly attracted the attention of many people near the entrance, including the waitress.
"Ah~ Good evening, sir. Do you speak Vietnamese or Mandarin? My English isn't very good."
A waitress rushed over first. Usually, the waitresses at this bar don't take the initiative to serve the guests who have just entered. They mostly serve drinks to the bar staff. But it depends on the person. Like this time, many of them would rush to serve the guests.
“It’s alright, I can speak.”
The fact that standard, fluent Mandarin came from the mouth of this tall, white man was quite impressive.
"Ah, very few white people can speak such fluent Mandarin. You speak it better than me. Please come inside, would you like a private room? You can enjoy extra 'attentive' service there~~"
As the waitress ushered the white man in, she voluptuously shook her breasts.
Wu You wasn't surprised that a bar would have private rooms; after all, this didn't seem like a typical bar.
"No, I prefer sitting at the bar."
The waitress showed no disappointment and continued to warmly lead Wu You inside, even though the bar was clearly visible and she swayed her hips quite a bit as she walked.
Upon reaching the bar, the waitress, seeing that this charming man truly had no other intentions, turned to leave with a hint of disappointment.
"Wait a minute, Miss."
The latter turned around with a smile.
Thank you for your hospitality.
A large hand stuffed a zero-denomination local dollar bill into the depths of the waitress's snow-white, full cleavage.
The waitress's smile instantly brightened tenfold, and the feeling of the banknotes on her chest told her that she had earned three times more money this month.
"If you need any other services, I'll be there whenever you call."
After her sexy eyes and brows faded, the waitress swayed her hips and left the bar.
"Hehe, pretty hot, right!"
On one side of the table, a lewd voice whispered a question to the white man in front of him.
Wu You turned around and saw a middle-aged bartender and bartender. There were four or five other men sitting at the bar, whose nationality was unclear, but who looked at him with envy.
"It's alright, but I'm not here tonight looking for fun. A whiskey on the rocks, please."
Wu You leaned his silver cane against the bar counter and ordered from the bartender.
Not far from the bar, a group of friends who were drinking together were talking about the man who had sat down at the bar.
"That cane was pure silver, and there should be a sword at its center; the sound of it hitting the ground didn't lie to me."
"A silver sword?"
"It must be!"
"Heh, guys who only care about gold and silver. Didn't you see his outfit? I've never even seen it before. It's definitely not cheap!"
...
"Your wine."
"OK, thanks."
Before picking up the glass, Wu You took off the felt hat that was pulled low on his head and placed it on the side of the bar, revealing the knife scar that ran vertically across his left eye. His two brown eyes were as deep and calm as gemstones.
Then, with a smile, he glanced back at the tables where people were discussing him.
The murmurs behind him vanished instantly.
The wine glass is a wide-mouthed round glass, with large ice cubes taking up two-thirds of the space, and only a tiny bit of wine at the bottom, less than one-third.
Wu You downed the whiskey on the bar in one gulp.
"Another one, please."
The bartender picked up the bottle and came over with a smile to pour the drink.
Whisky isn't something everyone can afford; not many people order a glass just to show off.
After downing three glasses in a row, Wu You finally picked up his glass and started talking to the bartender on the fourth.
"Excuse me, I'm a little thirsty."
The bartender stands in front with the bottle, refilling glasses as soon as they are empty, while another bartender takes over for the other customers.
"You're not a local, and you don't look like a businessman. Of course, I'm not trying to pry into your affairs, but if you're looking for some fun, our Nevernight Inn can provide any service, anything!"
The glasses were emptied again, and the bartender quickly poured more.
"Actually, I'm looking for something. If I can find out any useful information here, I don't mind paying a fee."
The sound didn't lessen, but the bartender still instinctively moved a little closer.
"What is that?"
"Golden upside-down bell".
The area around the bar fell silent instantly, and the rest of the bar quieted down to see what was happening. Within seconds, the entire bar fell silent, except for the music playing.
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