True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 8 You can get married in three years

   "Children?" The bartender followed the man's gaze, and after only one glance, he withdrew his gaze, lacking interest, "It's quite small."

  "It's not too young anymore." Fu Yun chuckled softly, 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 have been offered a reward."

   "Huh?" Fu Yun raised his eyebrows, not surprisingly, "How much did it happen?"

"SS-level reward, billion U.S. dollars, the amount is currently ranked seventh on the reward list." The bartender stared at him, "At least ten people on the hunting list have accepted this reward. You now know that you have How hateful is it?"

  As long as it is in the top ten of the bounty list, everyone can get it and blame it. If you don't kill it, you can't make it with money.

  Fu Yun's deep peachy eyes bend, with a fascinating meaning: "Then they have to find me, too."

  This point, the bartender agrees, he said: "IBI can't find you, and your concealment ability is probably only weaker than the one on the list."

  IBI, the full name is International Bureau of Investment, the International Bureau of Investigation.

  "This can't be compared." Fu Yun said indifferently, "How many years have passed since the ranking hasn't changed. I just made it."

  The top prize on the reward list can’t be compared to the other nine, high enough to be comparable to the GDP of a small country on Continent O, but no one has ever picked it up. This shows how hard it is to get the top prize on the reward list.

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

   "I'm really curious, who is this magician?" The bartender snorted, "Why is'he' more hateful than you?"

  The other targets on the reward list are at least traceable, but this list is the only one that disappeared without any information.

  Moreover, the title of the fortune teller is too arrogant.

  Even those warlocks and witches who had true abilities in the ancient O Continent did not dare to call themselves a fortune.

  There are also fortune-tellers now, but like the ancient warriors, few are true, most of them are hidden from the world, and the rest are some deceitful gods.

  It would be ridiculous if someone could calculate everything.

  Fu Yun raised her peachy eyes, smiling but not smiling: "What are you talking about?"

"To be honest, you are hateful in the first place, you still have to be careful anyway, one billion dollars is enough to buy an island, you don't know that the hunters on the list are just like crazy people, but -" 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."

   "Hmm." Fu Yun's eyes were half lifted, absent-minded, "I'm going to stay in Shanghai for a while."

  Hearing this, the bartender suddenly came up with a ridiculous thought: "For a woman?"

  Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply, without any hurries: "What are you talking about, she's still just a kid."

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

   "I've been crazy long ago." Fu Yunshen got up, put his coat on his arm, laughed cynically, patted the bartender on the shoulder, "Drink less wine, it hurts."

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

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

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

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

  But there is only one, with superficial auras floating.

  Tarot card is a kind of divination tool that originated in O Continent. It was very popular in the Middle Ages. She also followed the trend, but its origin is still a mystery.

  But there are not many real tarot cards. The tarot card divination incidents sold on the market can barely be used. In other cases, it is a bunch of waste paper.

  Perhaps, she should find a real tarot card before her ability is fully restored.

  Wang Zijin thoughtfully, pressed her mask, her eyelashes drooped, and walked towards the market.

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

  The girl glanced casually, and she had observed hundreds of antiques within ten seconds. Unexpectedly, all of these 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 imprinted on the ancient coins were worn out 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 calculated the age and name of this ancient coin.

  Qin silver half and two large coins, cast 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 can I sell this?"

   does not refer to ancient coins, but a stone bowl next to it.

  The stall owner is a young man. He glanced at the girl, looked her up and down, and said perfunctorily: "Take five hundred yuan."

The tone of    is somewhat contemptuous.

  Ying Ziying looked sideways, her finger landed on the ancient silver coin: "There is also this."

  "Send you to me." The youth became more impatient, "Take them all, don't hinder me from doing business."

  He is still waiting to meet a few rich kids to make more money, but he has no time to spend with a poor ghost here.

  Liao Zijin's expression did not change. After putting down five one hundred sheets, she picked up the stone bowl and the ancient coin, rubbed her hand, and squinted her phoenix eyes.

  Now she can be sure that the earth is a world that cannot be cultivated, but that's good, she can live in peace of mind.

  However, this action was reflected in the eyes of the young man, but he was crazy. He laughed, did not hide his voice in the slightest, and deliberately raised it: "I am a pauper, I have no vision, I thought I had picked up a treasure?"

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

   "What kind of face do you want? Now everyone really deserves to enter the dungeon."

  "Can’t you? It's a shame that there are always a group of poor people who want to pick up leaks recently."

  They have been in the underground market for so long, but still don’t know which customer is really rich?

  This kind of poor ghost, they don’t even bother to pit it.

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

  He bought the stone bowl for five yuan on Taobao. The coin was picked up in a park in Punan, and it was worthless.

   These two things are used to charge up the number. I didn't expect that there was a fool who wanted to buy it, so that he made five hundred yuan easily.

  　 Lord: I’m on the list, you’re worthy of being a good sister.

  　　 Ying Ziyan who only wants to support the elderly: I don’t want to

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

  　　IBI: Prototype FBI

  (End of this chapter)