"Wait for Fatty,"
Seeing the two of them rise first, Fatty quickly stood up. The three of them, carrying their belongings, walked towards the outside.
"Comrade Hu, aren't you afraid of curses? I've heard the older generation talk about them as incredibly mysterious."
Da Jin Ya asked as they walked. He wanted to inquire about curses.
Hu Ba Yi nodded.
"Curses are real and somewhat dangerous. However, as long as you don't take anything unclean, you should be fine."
Hu Ba Yi explained softly.
"Is that so..."
Da Jin Ya's eyes darted around, and he couldn't help but think about the items he had collected from graves.
Could those things carry curses?
The more Da Jin Ya thought about it, the more alarmed he became. If those things had curses, wouldn't he be surrounded by them?
"No, I must sell off all the suspicious items when I get back."
Da Jin Ya thought to himself, his pace quickening considerably.
"Master Jin, how do you plan to scam them? Why not bury them directly in Xishan?"
Fatty exclaimed, a hint of ferocity appearing on his face.
"Fatty, we are people of the new era. How can we do such a thing?"
Hu Ba Yi said. He thought of those people from Fuji country. Burying them in Xishan would be too lenient. Dying in Xia country would be a waste of resources.
"That's right, Master Jin. Where are they?"
Fatty asked curiously.
"On East Street. East Street welcomes foreigners very much. Sigh, I don't know what they're thinking."
Da Jin Ya sighed, a look of helplessness on his face.
At the scene.
【To scam those Fuji people! I never thought I'd see a moment of national heroes.】
【Speaking of which, if someone dies from a curse, and there's no scientific evidence, it's not considered intentional homicide, right?】/
【This kind of thing, I reckon there's no proof either, right?】
【Good heavens, I want to see which unfortunate souls Master Jin happened to see.】
【This is being broadcast live worldwide now. I wonder what the little Fuji people will look like when they see this.】
Countless people at the scene were filled with curiosity.
Especially after learning that curses could kill people, everyone became even more excited.
This was a moment of great satisfaction, so why wouldn't they be happy?
And at this moment, overseas, in a tiny territory.
Kyoto Online.
【Holy crap, are they crazy? They're provoking us!】
【This is murder! We demand a military tribunal!】
【Gol'd-ammer, who among you has ever seen a curse? Even if you report it, what can you do to them?】
【Boycott Jiu Men Products! Give back our Fuji country's rivers and mountains!】
【Baka! I just realized that more than half of our Fuji country's land has been bought by Jiu Men Group, and their group even controls some of our fishing waters!】
【It's over. We're a vassal state.**】
Suddenly, Fuji country's internet was in an uproar.
It was easy to imagine that if a group controlled the lifeline of an entire country, that country would essentially be controlled.
And Jiu Men was precisely this group.
It not only controlled a large portion of the land in Fuji country's capital city but also controlled seeds and the entire agricultural supply chain.
It could be said that it had long since become a towering mountain for Fuji country.
Despite the dissatisfaction of countless people, they were helpless. Even the authorities dared not act rashly, let alone them.
While countless Fuji people were dissatisfied, Hu Ba Yi and the others had already arrived at East Street.
East Street was still very lively.
It was known as New Foreign Street, and the reason for this was largely due to the large number of foreigners there.
Walking down the street, Hu Ba Yi could see four or five foreigners at a glance.
They were all dressed impeccably, and they were not lacking in female company.
Fatty's eyes were filled with envy.
"Old Hu, some women are really something. We've only just been liberated, and they're already throwing themselves at them. In a few more years, if the foreign lords even show the edge of their belt, they'll know what to do."
"It's like that saying, what was it again? Something about the hatred of a fallen nation."
Fatty said, scratching his head, his knowledge limited.
"Merchant girls don't know the hatred of a fallen nation, right, Fatty? But they're not even as good as merchant girls."
Da Jin Ya waved his hand, a look of disdain on his face.
"We don't need to bother with people who have no bottom line like this. We just need to manage ourselves. Besides, Xia country has plenty of talented women. These are just a minority."
Da Jin Ya seemed accustomed to it and didn't look any further.
He led the others further inside.
Hu Ba Yi shook his head slightly. This might also be a downside of development.
Walking among the crowd, perhaps because Hu Ba Yi and the others were dressed too ordinarily, or perhaps because Hu Ba Yi and Fatty looked like ordinary people, they received a lot of disdain.
The stares were blatant.
"Damn, Fatty, I really want to curse each of them."
Hu Ba Yi couldn't help but say.
Old Hu wasn't a pushover either, having fought in wars.
"Old Hu, Fatty also wants to, but mass casualties are not good."
Fatty clenched his fists as well.
Hu Ba Yi waved his hand and said no more.
Soon, following Da Jin Ya, they arrived in front of a hotel.
"Wan He Lou?"
"Old Hu, doesn't this name sound like a certain kind of establishment?"
Fatty rubbed his cheek, speaking with some distress.
"It used to be, but after the crackdown, it was shut down and converted into a hotel. However, some of the businesses are still here."
Da Jin Ya seemed to know quite a bit and explained.
"Fatty, aren't you from Beili? How do you not know this?"
Hu Ba Yi glanced at Fatty.
"Fatty is almost like Xiangzi the rickshaw puller. How could he know about such high-class places?"
Fatty pouted. He used to sell pirated discs and couldn't even get into the New Moon Restaurant, let alone come to a place like this.
"Same as last time, a 30/70 split?"
Da Jin Ya asked.
"Sure, our main goal this time is to sell."
Hu Ba Yi nodded.
Da Jin Ya grunted. He adjusted his clothes and led the two of them straight in.
At the front desk was a beautiful woman in a qipao. After Da Jin Ya stated his identity, they were politely invited upstairs.
"Old Hu, is this our Xia country's qipao? Why is the slit so high, all the way up to the butt?"
Fatty's throat felt dry as he looked at the qipao that almost revealed his thigh.
This was just outrageous.
"This is probably a novelty item. A proper one only shows the calf. After all, people were more conservative then. Fatty, stop looking, or you might not be able to sleep tonight."
Hu Ba Yi interrupted Fatty's gaze.
Fatty wiped his mouth.
"Old Hu, I'll have one custom-made for Yao Yao too."
Fatty's mind conjured images of Yao Guang in a qipao, her eyes alluring.
In an instant, Fatty felt a surge of energy.
"Damn it, maybe we shouldn't sell this stuff. Let's go home now."
"Forget it, Fatty. Can you be more reliable?"
Hu Ba Yi gave Fatty a rolling eye.
Then, the two followed Da Jin Ya into the most luxurious guest room.
From afar, they could hear conversations inside.
And some strange noises.
Da Jin Ya hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door.
"Baka! Who's being so disruptive!"
An angry voice came from inside, and then the door was opened.
A man with a small mustache, his eyes darting shifty, looked out.