Mythological origins

"all right."

It was just a piece of broken stone, so he agreed to the fat businessman's request without thinking too much.

Bai Mo glanced at the finger that was as fat as a green onion and thought it was a thousand yuan.

Because back then, he was the one responsible for giving the official retail price of one hundred yuan per gram of spirit stone.

The thing I have on hand weighs about ten grams, which is exactly one thousand yuan.

"Should I scan you, or should you scan me?" After hearing the affirmative answer, the fat man immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket and asked.

"Cash." Bai Mo gave an answer that surprised him a little.

Because he knows that mobile phones can easily reveal personal information.

If a purple-robed nobleman really wants to check, he can easily locate himself along the phone, which is a pure self-exposure machine.

So before leaving Tianhai, Bai Mo had already turned off his mobile phone and buried it in the suburbs.

He doesn't have any electronic equipment on him now.

"Cash? That's fine too." The fat man was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned to signal to the two strong men who looked like bodyguards in the back seat of the car.

One of the strong men took out a thick wad of banknotes from the briefcase in his hand.

They looked like old banknotes, not freshly taken out of the bank.

"Here's ten thousand dollars."

"Ten thousand yuan?" Bai Mo looked at the thick pile in his hand and finally realized that the two of them might have had a cross-server chat.

But he didn't say much, he just put the money away silently, and then gave the other party the spiritual stone in his hand.

"This is my business card. If you have any questions in Emerald City, you can come to me." After clearing the money and goods, the fat man handed over a business card and returned to his seat.

In the Fourth Rome these days, with the popularity of mobile payment, even the vegetable sellers use it to scan QR codes. Young people who choose not to pay with mobile phones must have many stories behind them.

Of course, Fatty never cares about the background of the cargo owner. This is the basic quality of their profession.

The fat man's name is Ding Man, known as Fatty Ding in the industry. He is a jade merchant who travels between the Fourth Rome and the Emerald City.

Although the Emerald City hosted many sewer industries of the Fourth Rome and was full of gray and darkness, the emerald jade it produced was also loved by many Romans, and Fatty Ding was one of the middlemen who tossed the stones.

He bought various rough stones from the Emerald City, processed them into jades, and sold them back to the Fourth Rome as luxury goods, thus accumulating a considerable fortune.

This time I happened to see the spirit stone in Bai Mo's hand, and I felt something in my heart. I subconsciously thought it was a good thing, so I bought it without hesitation.

But to be fair, the residual spirit stone that Fatty Ding bought for 10,000 yuan was not a loss at all.

Because of the White Mo Technique, this spiritual stone is already in the activated state of automatically releasing spiritual energy, and the remaining spiritual energy is leaking out at a relatively slow speed.

As long as you get close enough to it, or hold it directly in the palm of your hand or stick it to your body, trace amounts of spiritual energy will continue to enter your body.

Although this flow rate is so small that it is difficult to observe with the naked eye, the effect is not inferior to the spirit stone aromatherapy of the year.

"Ten thousand yuan... do you want to gamble a few times?"

When Bai Mo first awakened his spiritual clairvoyance ability five hundred years ago, he often imagined himself going to the casino to gamble on stones and make a fortune like in the novel.

Unfortunately, that would never happen.

When he was free later, this little profit became better than nothing in Bai Mo's eyes, and he couldn't arouse any interest at all.

… ˆ ˆ The border security at the Emerald City from Rome is very loose, with basically no restrictions. It is only when entering the country in the opposite direction that various inspections become stricter.

Carrying several large bags of Bai Mo, we easily left the border, transferred to another bus, and continued our journey.

There is only a wall between China and the outside world, but there are obvious differences in infrastructure facilities.

Not only are the buses much shabbier than those in China, but the roads are also bumpy and bumpy, and those who get motion sickness will probably get over them as soon as they get on the bus.

But this is also the norm in the Emerald City.

It is impossible to repair the road properly. After all, the king's flag changes at the top of the city. In a chaotic place like the Emerald City, the government may not be able to maintain its rule for a long time. It may be driven out one day, so naturally it will not spend money on it. On such a long-term matter as building roads.

The car can barely be driven on it, that's enough.

Anyway, the rich use helicopters when traveling.

If you have the money to buy yourself a private jet, it is much cheaper than building roads, and you can escape at critical moments.

…

The Emerald City is said to be a city, but in fact it is a country with the capital Emerald City as its core.

There is actually a large area of ​​nominal territory outside the core, but almost all of it is in a high degree of autonomy, and most of it is in impoverished mountainous areas with high mountains and far away. Compared with the deformed and prosperous capital Emerald City, it really has no sense of existence.

After more than two hours of turbulence, Bai Mo finally arrived at the real Emerald City after getting off the station.

Like many places, crowded stations are among the most chaotic places in the city.

There were guys in ragged clothes and cold faces everywhere inside and outside the station.

Some of them would glance at passers-by from the corner of their eyes from time to time, seemingly looking for a suitable target to attack.

Groups of grey-faced children in rags kept saying auspicious words, and some even showed off their miserable condition of missing limbs and limbs. They surrounded everyone who got off the bus, begging for money, trying to get money from anyone. Squeeze value out of an occasional act of kindness.

Even after being scolded, they would not show any anger. They would just walk numbly to the next passenger and continue to repeat the same "performance".

Whether it's a flattering smile or a sad face, they are just tools to make a living in their hands.

Bai Mo has neither good nor bad feelings towards them.

When the White Land was established and the world changed, he had already seen too many people in the memories of those who joined the system.

If you want to change the fate of these people, it is meaningless to rely on personal charity.

As long as overall poverty persists, there will always be a steady stream of new tragedies.

Only by destroying the entire old world can true new life be ushered in.

"The fourth wave..."

Bai Mo walked straight, behind him were two thieves rolling on the ground holding their legs.

Before they even got too close to Bai Mo, their calves had already experienced muscle spasms under the gentle "teasing" of their thoughts, which was also commonly known as cramps.

All thieves who tried to take advantage of Bai Mo liked the five-minute cramp package.

Although they were rolling on the ground in pain, the passers-by didn't even look at them. Without exception, they were walking in a hurry and with indifferent expressions.

It was as if what was howling was not a living person, but just a stone on the roadside. (End of chapter)