True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

"Children?" The bartender followed the man's gaze, only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, lacking in interest, "It's quite small."

"It's not too young." Fu Yun chuckled lightly and said in a lazy tone, "In three years, it will be the legal age for marriage."

"..." The bartender couldn't answer this. He shook his head and lowered his voice, "Be careful, you've been offered a reward."

"Huh?" Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply, not surprised, "How many?"

"SS-level bounty, one billion US dollars, currently ranks seventh in the bounty list." The bartender stared at him, "At least ten people on the hunter list took this bounty, you now know that you have How hateful isn't it?"

Anyone who is in the top ten on the bounty list will be punished by everyone.

Fu Yunshen's peach-blossom eyes are curved, with a hint of hooking: "Then they have to find me too."

The bartender agreed with this. He said: "IBI can't find you, and your ability to hide is probably only weaker than that of the top one."

IBI, the full name of International Bureau of Investigation, is a department dedicated to combating criminal behavior.

"It can't be compared." Fu Yun said casually, "It's been so many years, the number one list hasn't changed. I've just been on the list."

The bounty amount of the first place on the bounty list cannot be compared with the other nine combined, it is high enough to be comparable to the GDP of a small country in Continent O, but no one has ever picked it up, which shows how difficult it is to kill the first place on the bounty list.

No, it should be said that I can't even find it.

"I'm really curious, who is this divine calculator?" The bartender snorted, "Why is 'he' more hated than you?"

The other targets on the bounty list at least have traces to follow, but this one has disappeared, and there is no information at all.

Moreover, the title of God Calculator is too arrogant.

Even those warlocks and witches with real skills in the ancient O Continent did not dare to call themselves gods.

There are also fortune-tellers now, but like the ancient warriors, few of them are real, most of them are hidden from the world, and the rest are some swindling magic sticks.

It would be absurd if anyone could actually figure it out.

Fu Yun raised his peach blossom eyes and smiled, "What are you talking about?"

"To be honest, you are already hated by people. Anyway, you still have to be careful. One billion dollars is enough to buy an island. It's not like you don't know that the hunters on the list are like lunatics, but—" Bartending When the teacher said this, he frowned again, "Are you really going to stay here? I thought you would at least go to the imperial capital."

"Yeah." Fu Yun's eyes were half-blind, and he was absent-minded, "I'm going to stay in Shanghai for a while."

Hearing this, the bartender suddenly had an absurd thought: "For women?"

Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply and said slowly, "what are you talking about, she's just a child."

The bartender's eyes changed: "You are crazy."

"I've been crazy a long time ago." Fu Yunshen got up, put his coat on his arm, laughed cynically, and patted the bartender on the shoulder, "Drink less, it will hurt your health."

**

The underground market does not require any identification to enter, everyone has it, but many people will deliberately conceal their identities.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the road, because the things sold are different, and the buildings are also different.

There are ancient Romanesque, Gothic and Baroque buildings in O continent, as well as Chinese classical garden-style buildings.

Ying Zijin looked up and noticed the shops with "divination" signs. At a glance, there were more than a dozen such shops.

But there is only one, with a superficial aura floating around.

Tarot is a divination tool that originated in O continent. It was very popular in the Middle Ages. She also played with it, but its origin is still a mystery.

But there are not many tarot cards. The tarot cards sold on the market can barely be used for divination events. In other cases, they are just a waste of paper.

Perhaps, she should find a real set of tarot cards before her abilities are fully restored.

Ying Zijin was thoughtful, pressed his mask, lowered his eyelashes, and walked towards the market.

In addition to the store, there are many stalls around, most of which are broken antiques, but this does not prevent buyers who want to find leaks from being pitted.

The girl glanced at it casually, and in ten seconds, she had observed hundreds of antiques. Unsurprisingly, all of them were fake.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Ying Zijin finally saw what she needed.

It was an ancient coin, mixed in a pile of celadon, unremarkable.

The characters branded on the ancient coins were worn a lot, and they were stained with soil. At first glance, they looked like they were made of earth.

She lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and instantly counted the age and name of this ancient coin.

Qin silver and half two coins, minted in 339 BC, during the Warring States Period.

After two thousand years, the price will be more than five million.

Ying Zijin squatted down: "How do you sell this?"

It does not refer to the ancient coins, but 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 perfunctorily, "Take five hundred yuan."

His tone was somewhat contemptuous.

Ying Zijin glanced sideways, and then his finger landed on the silver ancient coin: "And this."

"Send it to you." The young man became even more impatient, "Take it all away, don't hinder me from doing business."

He was still waiting to meet a few rich children to make a fortune, but he didn't have time to spend here with a poor ghost.

Ying Zijin's expression did not change. After she put down the five hundred pieces, she picked up the stone bowl and the ancient coins, rubbed her hands, and squinted her phoenix eyes.

Now she can be sure that the earth is a world that cannot be cultivated, but this is also good, she can rest in peace.

However, this action reflected in the young man's eyes, but he was insane. He sneered, without concealing his voice, and deliberately raised his voice: "A poor man with no vision, think he has found a treasure?"

A stall owner next to him heard it: "Hey, don't be so straightforward, people still need face."

"What face do you want? Now everyone really deserves to be in the dungeon."

"Isn't it? There's always a group of poor people trying to pick up leaks recently. It's really shameful."

They have stayed in the underground market for so long, how can they not know which customer is really rich?

Such poor ghosts, they don't even bother to pit.

The young man sneered again: "It's more than a pauper, this is simply stupid, and it doesn't even have the basic identification ability."

The stone bowl was bought by him on Taobao for five yuan, and the coins he picked up in a park in Punan were worthless.

These two things are used to recharge. I didn't expect that there would be a fool to buy them, so he could easily earn 500 yuan.

Honorable Lord: I will be the one to punish you. You are indeed a good sister.

Ying Zijin, who just wants to retire: I don't want to

I heard that my routine is a list in the book?

IBI: The Prototype FBI