"Little kid?" The bartender followed the man's gaze, took a quick look, then looked away, uninterested. "He is quite small."
"Not young anymore." Fu Yunshen chuckled, saying lazily, "In three years, we can get married."
"..." The bartender couldn't respond. He shook his head and lowered his voice, "Be careful, you have a bounty on your head."
"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows, not surprised, "How much did it cost?"
"SS-level bounty, one billion US dollars, currently ranked seventh on the bounty list." The bartender stared at him, "At least ten people on the hunting list have accepted this bounty. Do you know how much you are hated now?"
Anyone who is on the top ten of the bounty list can be killed by anyone, and not killing him would be a waste of money.
Fu Yun's peach blossom eyes curved, with a hint of temptation: "Then they have to be able to find me too."
The bartender agreed with this point. He said, "Even Ibi can't find you. Your hiding ability is probably only weaker than that of the number one on the list."
IBI, the full name of which is International Bureau of Investigation, is specialized in investigating and hunting down people who pose a threat to the international community and those whose identities are unknown.
"There's no comparison." Fu Yunshen said nonchalantly, "For so many years, the number one has never changed. I just made it."
The bounty for the number one on the bounty list is higher than the other nine combined. It is high enough to be comparable to the GDP of a medium-sized country in Europe, but no one has ever taken it up. This shows how difficult it is to kill the number one on the bounty list.
No, it should be said that I can't even find it.
"I'm really curious, who is this fortune teller?" The bartender said with a sigh, "Why is he more hated than you?"
The other targets on the bounty list at least have traces to follow, but the number one on the list seems to have disappeared, and there is no information at all.
Moreover, the title of divine fortune teller is too arrogant.
Even those sorcerers and witches with real abilities in the ancient continent did not dare to call themselves fortune tellers.
There are fortune tellers nowadays, but just like the ancient martial artists, few of them are genuine. Most of them live in seclusion, and the rest are just charlatans who are swindling and deceiving.
It would be ridiculous if someone could really calculate everything.
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes, smiling: "What are you talking about?"
"To be honest, you are hated anyway. You should be careful. One billion US dollars is enough to buy an island. You know that the hunters on the list are like crazy, but..." The bartender frowned again, "Do you really want to stay here? I thought you would at least go to the imperial capital."
"Yeah." Fu Yunshen half-lifted his eyelids, absent-mindedly, "I will be staying in Shanghai for a while."
Hearing this, a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in the bartender's mind: "For a woman?"
Fu Yun raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "What are you talking about? She is just a little kid."
Jane indirectly admitted it.
The bartender's eyes changed: "You're crazy."
If those people knew...
"I've gone crazy a long time ago." Fu Yunshen stood up, put his coat on his arm, smiled cynically, and patted the bartender's shoulder, "Drink less, it's bad for your health."
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No identification is required to enter the underground market, and anyone can enter, but many people will deliberately conceal their identities.
There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the road, and the architecture is different because they sell different things.
There are ancient Romanesque, Gothic and Baroque buildings from Europe, as well as classical Chinese garden-style buildings.
Ying Zijin looked up and noticed the shops with "divination" signs on them. At a glance, there were more than a dozen such shops.
But there is only one with a shallow spiritual energy floating in it.
Tarot cards are a divination tool that originated in Europe and were very popular in the Middle Ages. She also followed the trend and played with them, but their origin remains a mystery.
But there are not many real tarot cards. The tarot cards sold on the market now have no spiritual power. They can be used for divination of small events, but they are just a piece of waste paper in other situations.
Perhaps she should find a real deck of tarot cards before her abilities fully recovered.
Ying Zijin seemed to be thinking about something. He pressed down his mask, lowered his eyelashes, and walked into the market.
In addition to the shops, there are also many street stalls around, most of which display broken antiques, but this does not prevent buyers who want to find bargains from being cheated.
The girl glanced around casually, and in just over ten seconds she had observed hundreds of antiques. As expected, all of them were fake.
It was not until half an hour later that Ying Zijin finally saw what she needed.
It was an ancient coin, mixed in among a pile of celadon, and was inconspicuous.
The words printed on the ancient coins have been worn out a lot and are stained with dirt. At first glance, they look like they are made of earth.
She lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and instantly calculated the age and name of this ancient coin.
The Qin silver half-liang coin was minted in 339 BC during the Warring States Period.
Two thousand years later, the price will be over five million.
Ying Zijin half squatted down and asked: "How much is this?"
But what he was referring to was not the ancient coin, but 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 perfunctorily, "Take five hundred yuan."
There was a hint of contempt in the tone.
Ying Zijin glanced sideways, and his finger finally landed on the ancient silver coin: "And this."
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you." The young man became even more impatient, "Take it all away, don't interfere with my business."
He was still waiting to meet some rich young men and cheat them out of him, but he didn't have the time to waste with a poor guy here.
Ying Zijin's expression did not change. After putting down the five hundred-yuan notes, she picked up the stone bowl and the ancient coins, rubbed them with her hands, and narrowed her eyes.
There is spiritual energy, but it is still too little.
Now she is certain that Earth is a world where cultivation is not possible, but it is also good this way, she can retire with peace of mind.
However, in the eyes of the young man, this action was just a sign of poverty. He sneered, not disguising his voice at all, and even raised it deliberately: "You are a poor bastard with no vision, and you think you have picked up a treasure?"
A stall owner nearby heard it and said: "Hey, don't be so blunt, people still need to save face."
"What face do you need? Now, anyone is qualified to enter the dungeon."
"Isn't it? Recently there are always a bunch of poor people trying to get a bargain, which is really embarrassing."
They have been in the underground market for so long, how could they not know which customer is truly rich?
Poor guys like these are too lazy to even cheat.
The young man sneered again: "More than being a pauper, this is simply stupid. He doesn't even have the basic ability to identify."
He bought the stone bowl on Taobao for five yuan, and the coins were picked up in a park in Pu Nan and were worthless.
These two things were just used to make up the numbers, but he didn't expect that there would be a fool who would buy them, allowing him to earn 500 yuan easily.
The young man sighed and said, "Why don't you beg me? I can still pay you back 250. How about that?"
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