Chapter 8: I can get married in three more years.
"A little kid?" The bartender followed the man's gaze, glanced at him briefly, then looked away, his interest waning. "He is quite young."
"You're not young anymore." Fu Yunshen chuckled lightly, his tone lazy. "In three more years, you'll reach the legal marriage age."
"..." The bartender had no answer to this. He shook his head and lowered his voice, "Be careful, you have a bounty on your head."
"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, not surprised. "How much did you pay?"
"An SS-level bounty, one billion US dollars, currently ranking seventh on the bounty list." The bartender stared at him. "At least ten people on the kill list have accepted this bounty. Now you know how hated you are, right?"
Anyone who makes it into the top ten of the bounty list is someone everyone has the right to kill; not killing them would be like turning down money.
Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile, with a hint of allure: "Then they'll have to be able to find me too."
The bartender agreed, saying, "Even IBI can't find you. Your ability to hide is probably only weaker than that number one on the leaderboard."
IBI, short for International Bureau of Investigation, is a department dedicated to combating crime.
“This can’t be compared.” Fu Yunshen said casually, “It’s been so many years, and the number one spot has never changed. I’ve only just made it to the top.”
The bounty for the top bounty is higher than the combined bounty of the other nine bounties, enough to rival the GDP of a small country in O continent, yet no one has taken the hit, demonstrating just how difficult it is to kill the top bounty.
No, it should be said that we can't even find it.
"I'm genuinely curious, who exactly is this fortune teller?" The bartender clicked his tongue. "How come 'he' is even more hated than you?"
The other targets on the bounty list at least have some clues, but this top target has vanished without a trace, leaving no information whatsoever.
Moreover, the title of "divine strategist" is far too arrogant.
Even the sorcerers and witches with real skills in the ancient O continent did not dare to call themselves divine calculators.
There are fortune tellers nowadays, but like ancient martial arts practitioners, very few are genuine. Most have gone into seclusion, and the rest are just charlatans who swindle and deceive.
It would be truly absurd if someone could actually calculate everything.
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes, a half-smile on his face: "What are you saying?"
“To be honest, you’re already hated by many. Anyway, you still need to be careful. A billion dollars is enough to buy an island. You know that the hunters on the list are like madmen. But—” The bartender frowned again, “Are you really going to stay here? I thought you would at least go to the capital.”
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen's eyelids were half-open, his mind elsewhere. "I'm going to stay in Shanghai for a while."
Upon hearing this, a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into the bartender's mind: "For a woman?"
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, speaking slowly and deliberately: "What are you talking about? She's still just a child."
The bartender's expression changed: "Are you crazy?"
"He's been crazy for a long time." Fu Yunshen stood up, draped his coat over his arm, and laughed nonchalantly. He patted the bartender on the shoulder. "Drink less alcohol, it's bad for your health."
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No identification is required to enter the underground market, and all sorts of people can be found there, although many people deliberately conceal their identities.
The roadside is lined with all sorts of shops, each with a different building style because they sell different things.
There are ancient Roman, Gothic, and Baroque buildings from Europe, as well as classical Chinese garden-style buildings.
Ying Zijing looked up and noticed the shops with "fortune telling" signs. There were more than a dozen of them.
However, there was only one such place, with a faint spiritual aura emanating from it.
Tarot cards are a divination tool that originated in Europe and were very popular in the Middle Ages. She also tried them out, but their origin remains a mystery to this day.
However, there aren't many genuine tarot cards. The tarot cards sold on the market today are barely usable for minor divination events, but otherwise they're just a pile of waste paper.
Perhaps she should find a real tarot deck before her abilities are fully restored.
Ying Zijing seemed to be deep in thought. She pressed down her mask, lowered her eyelashes, and walked into the market.
Besides the shops, there are also many street stalls around, mostly displaying broken antiques, but this does not prevent buyers who want to find a bargain from getting ripped off.
The girl casually glanced around, examining hundreds of antiques in just a few seconds. As expected, they were all fake.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Ying Zijing finally saw what she needed.
It was an ancient coin, mixed in with a pile of celadon wares, completely inconspicuous.
The characters branded on the ancient coin are worn away and covered in dirt, making it look like it was made of clay at first glance.
She lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and instantly calculated the age and name of the ancient coin.
The Qin silver half-ounce coin was minted in 339 BC, during the Warring States period.
Two thousand years from now, the price will be over five million.
Ying Zijing half-squatted down: "How much is this?"
It wasn't referring to the ancient coins, but rather to a stone bowl next to it.
The stall owner was a young man.
He glanced at the girl, looked her up and down, and said dismissively, "Take the five hundred yuan."
Ying Zijing's finger then landed on the ancient silver coin: "And this one."
"Here, take it all," the young man waved his hand. "Take it all, don't get in the way of my business."
After putting down the five hundred-dollar bills she had, Ying Zijin picked up the ancient coins and the stone bowl.
The other stall owners also had no customers and were chatting together.
"You're really lucky, kid. You made five hundred yuan for free today."
"Don't even mention it, I haven't sold a single item today. Why is no one coming to buy anything from me?"
The young man counted his money and chuckled, "Isn't it because we ran into a sucker? We wish we had more customers like that."
He bought the stone bowl online for a few cents, and he found the coins in Nanyi Park.
It's worthless; it's just used to make up the numbers.
Unexpectedly, someone actually bought it, allowing him to easily earn five hundred yuan.
Lord: I'm on the kill list, you're on the bounty list, you truly are best friends.
Ying Zijing, who only wants to retire: Doesn't want to
I heard my trick is to include a list in the book?
IBI: Prototype FBI
(End of this chapter)
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