LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 219 - 219: 211 Gifts, Boss Ying's Fancy Moves [2 updates]
Chapter 219: 211 Gifts, Boss Ying’s Fancy Moves [2 updates]
Ying Zijin looked up, following the direction Di Wu Yue had pointed.
These past two days, it was Di Wu Yue who had been acting as her guide.
Of course, it wasn’t for free.
A thousand bucks a day, and that included food and lodging.
The Hidden Alliance was merely a place for members to conduct transactions, not a country, so there was no universal currency.
Therefore, when members made transactions, they generally followed their own habits and nationalities.
To facilitate member transactions, the Bounty District had banks from all around the world.
“That is where hunters compete,” Di Wu Yue said, “If a ranked hunter loses, they have to leave the list and swap places with the winner.”
It was a skyscraper, with an imposing eighty-eight stories.
At the very top of the high-rise was the conspicuous word “HERMIT.”
Hermit.
The tenth card of the Tarot Major Arcana, number “9.”
The English name of the Hidden Alliance also translated to Hermit.
The underground marketplace she had first visited in Shanghai City also displayed the word Hermit, belonging to the Hidden Alliance.
The changes in the hunter district’s rankings, brought about by the hunter’s competition, were different from the changes caused by the previous death of the seventh-ranked Gun God.
If a hunter dies, they no longer have the ability to compete, and the list will have a direct vacancy for the next in line to fill.
However, not all hunters are able to compete against each other, such as Hypnotists and Face-changing Artists; these hunters can only rely on actual combat.
But competing on the Gun God Ranking is much easier—it’s all about accuracy.
“I’ve got some news,” Di Wu Yue said excitedly, “Today, some ranked hunters will come, and there might even be big shots from the top twenty. Miss, this is a rare opportunity. Do you want to go to the scene and watch?”
Ranked hunters rarely come to the Hunter District, having finally gained a spot on the list. What if they slipped up and lost?
Hunters who come to the Hunter District are mostly those not ranked in the top hundred.
Thinking of taking a chance, even if they still couldn’t make it, they could attract the attention of big shots.
It’s said that occasionally even the chiefs of the IBI would come here to select elite personnel.
Joining the IBI would be quite different; these nameless hunters could become staff members and receive salaries.
However, the requirements for the IBI were very strict, and during the qualification exam, they would even test whether the candidates might have criminal tendencies.
Over the years, you wouldn’t be called a hunter simply for killing people anymore.
Take Yu Xuesheng for example, the second-ranked big shot among Hypnotists, whose hands had never been tainted with blood.
Nowadays, the hunter rankings are a symbol of strength.
“No rush,” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “I have something to do, I’ll go to another place first. You can wander around; you don’t have to follow me later.”
“Follow you, I must!” Di Wu Yue insisted firmly, “Miss, you have such sturdy legs; I must hold on tight. Although my Divination Ability isn’t strong, if you don’t mind, I can calculate anything for you.”
Hearing this, Ying Zijin stopped walking and turned around.
Her eyes were deep, and for the first time, she spoke with a heavy tone, “Don’t calculate everything. Calculate less; it could cost you your life.”
Di Wu Yue was startled, and the girl had already walked far away.
She scratched her head.
Unlike the Mu family and Nie Family, the Di Wu Family was actually in decline.
Because any prodigiously talented genius in the family had a short lifespan; none had lived past forty years old.
Di Wu Yue’s father had also passed away early.
Since she was young, Di Wu Yue was well aware that the more talented one was in divination, the shorter one’s life would be.
Sometimes she felt fortunate that she was less capable, allowing her to live a little longer.
But because she was so untalented, she couldn’t provide much help.
The usually slow-reacting Di Wu Feng slowly turned his head, looking thoughtfully at the direction the girl had left.
“Damn, bro!” Suddenly, Di Wu Yue bumped him hard, “The Dark Gold Mercenary Squad has been removed; who was so merciful to finish them off?”
“Good riddance! They even deliberately damaged my Eight Trigrams Map last time.”
Di Wu Yue bumped him for quite a while before Di Wu Feng even reacted.
Di Wu Yue was not pleased, “Bro, say something.”
Thirty seconds later, Di Wu Feng spoke leisurely, “You’re standing on my foot.”
“…”
**
Elsewhere.
Ying Zijin put on her Human Skin Mask again and went to meet Fu Yunshen.
Her eyelashes hung low as she thought about the past.
The short lifespan of Di Wu Shaoxian was because he calculated her fate once.
But in the end, not only did he fail to figure it out, but it also cost him years of his life.
So, as for the descendants of Di Wu Shaoxian, she would protect them if she could.
It was, after all, a debt she owed.
That’s also why she had asked Di Wu Yue to do a reading.
If a reading were to be done, it was best to make use of tools like Tarot Cards, which could reduce some of the damage.
When Ying Zijin arrived at the coordinates Fu Yunshen had given her, her gaze paused on the glass display window.
Inside the showcase were many mechanical devices.
There were items she had previously “borrowed” from the seventh-ranked Gun God, like the Desert Eagle, as well as the R45, and even the MP5K.
On another side, there were knives, swords, bows and arrows, spears… foreign and from Hua Country, a complete assortment.
Ying Zijin composed herself and pushed the door open to enter.
The shop was large, and after she entered, she even saw a tank at the very back.
“…”
They really dared to sell that.
Fu Yunshen was on the right, by the shelves. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head, his peach blossom eyes curving into a smile, “Yaoyao, come.”
Alongside him, Yun Shan was very respectful, this time genuinely from the heart, “Miss Ying.”
“I’m selecting some self-defense weapons for you,” Fu Yunshen said, ruffling her hair, “Just wait a bit, I haven’t made a choice yet.”
Ying Zijin nodded in approval, not refusing.
She sat down on a sofa nearby, glancing at her WeChat messages.
One of the messages was from her female secretary.
[Boss, the selection interviews for Youth 202 have begun, and the organizers have approached us again. Do you think we should send our artists from the company this time?]
Youth 202 was the second edition of Youth 101, renamed with a different number for distinction.
When the talent show Youth 101 first launched, the entertainment industry was skeptical and no one really thought highly of it.
A talent show for a hundred people wasn’t new abroad, but it was the first time in Hua Country.
But ultimately, the show exploded in popularity.
Apart from Luo Ziyue, who was banned, the rest of the artists who debuted relying on their talents are now seeing their value rise.
Last time, Chuguang Media had also received an invitation from the organizers.
After all, as the biggest company in the entertainment industry, equipped with so many queens and kings of acting, sending artists to participate would heat things up tremendously.
Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, then replied.
[We’ll participate. Send me the list of our trainees, and I’ll make the selection.]
The female secretary responded promptly.
[Okay, I’ll compile the list and send it to you shortly.]
Following that, another message came through.
[They also wish to invite Best Actor Shang to be a mentor, though this time they are inviting him to be a dance mentor.]
Shang Yaozhi was a triple-threat star, and as a Best Actor, his singing and dancing skills were top-notch.
Ying Zijin didn’t hesitate this time, replying directly.
[Hold off on that invitation, it’s not necessary.]
With Shang Yaozhi’s status, there was no need to waste time being a mentor.
To do so would only be to let the program ride on his popularity.
After replying to the messages, Ying Zijin lifted her head, sweeping her gaze over the items on the shelves, quite interested.
Before she left Earth, these items had already been invented, though they were still rudimentary and not as varied.
The Desert Eagle she had obtained from the first-ranked Gun God was still placed in her wardrobe, barely used a few times.
She planned to find an opportunity to put it up for sale on STAR, the international auction site.
“This is the new P92 model,” Yun Shan placed the item on the table, “Miss Ying, its advantage is the large magazine capacity and reasonable power, sufficient for self-defense.”
“This is the R45, its advantage is rapid loading, and it’s more powerful than the P92, but correspondingly, the recoil is stronger. However, that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”
Pausing for a moment, Yun Shan lowered his voice, “I’ve also prepared other items for you, but they are too precious to be displayed out here, so the young master went in the back to fetch them for you.”
“Hmm, I’ve heard of it,” Ying Zijin took it over contemplatively, “A piece of equipment from an escape mobile game.”
At this sentence, the entire store went quiet.
All the customers in the shop turned their heads toward her.
After their gazes fell on the girl, they were filled with a mix of surprise and mockery.
“Right, it’s equipment from a game,” Yun Shan didn’t find anything amiss, “So Miss Ying, which one would you like?”
Ying Zijin nodded, “I need some parts.”
Yun Shan was taken aback, not immediately grasping her meaning.
“Need parts?” A young man nearby overheard and couldn’t help laughing, “You’re not thinking of assembling it yourself, are you? Do you know what it is, and the principle behind it?”
To not even recognize these items, and only hear about them from a game, to make such bold claims?