"Hey, friend." John knelt down and handed the homeless man a cigarette.

The tramp looked at John and then at the gun on John's waist before taking the cigarette.

"What do you want to ask?" the homeless man asked, taking two deep breaths after lighting his cigarette.

"I want to find something that is not available in the market, do you know where to find it?" John asked with a smile.

The tramp looked at John repeatedly, as if he was weighing something.

After groping for a while, he said hesitantly, "Enter from this intersection, then turn north at the first turn, turn right at the end, go to the third intersection, and at the end of the west walk, you can see a Tavern. Rattlesnake, a good chat with the clerk will find what you're looking for."

John carefully wrote down what he said, and then generously took out a five-dollar bill and handed it to him.

"Thank you for not choosing me as your target." John said to him with a smile and walked towards the direction he said.

The homeless man looked at the money in his hand, and then at the figure that disappeared at the intersection. He was a little lucky that he didn't come.

John followed the tramp's instructions and walked for more than half an hour before arriving at the Rattlesnake Tavern he mentioned. It looks pretty good. It has the size of five pavements from the front, but I don't know how deep it is.

He walked into the tavern. There were still many people in the tavern during the day. He walked to the counter and ordered a glass of whiskey, then looked at the bartender at the counter.

Then take out an extra dollar and pass it to the bartender.

The bartender was also polite and put it away.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

John took a sip of whiskey and asked, "I heard you can help me buy some things that are not on the market?"

"That depends on what it is." The bartender said naturally.

"My friend owes some money in New Hanover. He needs a sum of money now, so he entrusts me to help him deal with some valuable things. Do you know anyone who collects these things?" John said, holding up his wine glass and Take a sip.

The bartender looked John up and down, and seemed to think that John didn't look like a robber, but there are quite a few people who don't look like robbers these days. So he glanced left and right, as if looking for John's companion.

"Just me." John saw his intention, and then said with a smile.

"Then come with me." After confirming that there was really no one else, the bartender led John to the back.

John finished his drink and followed the bartender.

The two passed through the back kitchen and came to a narrow passage connecting the back kitchen. Then they climbed a staircase, the two walked for more than ten minutes, and the two entered a building.

Then the voices from next door suddenly started to make noise, but the bartender didn't stop.

John listened carefully for a while, but there was a large casino next door.

The two walked for another ten minutes, and he took John to a small house that looked like a **** shop.

Many people here are taking out their things and handing them to the people at the counter.

No one paid attention to John and John. They seemed to care about no one except themselves.

The bartender took John to the pawnshop counter and said to John.

"Give him your valuable toys, and they will give you an estimate." After finishing speaking, he returned to the original road.

The bartender John, who watched him leave, turned his head to look at several middle-aged white men wearing glasses at the **** shop.

"Sir, my name is Diert, and I am very happy to serve you. Show us your things, and we will give you the most reasonable price. If the price is right, we will accept your things." Among them said a white man pushing his eyes on his nose.

"Okay." John took out a bag of jewelry swag from his pouch and placed it on the table.

Diert took it and poured it out, but he was a little surprised by such a large amount of jewelry. But it was just a flash across his face, and then he regained his composure.

He skillfully picked out some things and distributed them to the people next door.

From time to time, several people took out their magnifying glasses and began to observe, looking up and down at these jewels.

John had a large amount, so it took a long time, probably close to thirty minutes.

Then Diert put down the last ring in his hand and said to John.

"Sir, your things are pretty good. Except for some necessary scratches, they are all in good condition. So we can probably give them to you, eh~" Diert tapped with the abacus, and then wrote in a notebook Write numbers on it.

"This number." Diert handed the note to John.

John took it and saw that it said $6,760.

After watching John saw the numbers on the notebook, Diert said, "If sir agrees to this price, then we will start to classify and collect these things."

"Well, yes." John nodded, and the bags in the jewelry store were gathered together by John. So that's the full value of a jewelry store.

"Okay, sir." Diert took a sack prepared by a staff member from his side and handed it to John.

The bag looked very thick, and John looked at it, and it was basically this kind of bag.

"Sir, you can count on the spot, or you can take it home and count. If the quantity is wrong, you can come back to me at any time." Diert said confidently.

"Yes." He took the bag and opened it for a look. It was basically ten dollar bills, and then put the bag into the backpack.

"Sir, you can play here for a while, or you may leave directly. We have at least eight exits here." Diert reminded kindly.

"Thank you, if necessary." John thanked and left here, walking towards the exit where they prompted.

He observed that this casino really has eight exits.

He randomly picked a stairway and walked down. His entry and exit did not attract anyone's attention. After he came out, John looked back. This is an eight-story building that occupies a large area.

The first floor is a restaurant, and there seems to be a compartment on the second floor, which covers the noise of the casino on the second floor.

Avoid the discomfort of dining in the restaurant on the first floor.

After leaving here, John walked towards a homeless man squatting on the side of the road.

"Hey, friend. Can I ask something?" John asked as usual, handing the homeless a cigarette.

"Let's listen to it." The homeless man seemed to talk a lot.

"I want to exchange some valuable toys at home for some cash, do you know the price is fair?"

"Ah~ this, there are quite a few places like this, but if the price is fair, go to the vegetable market in the slums, that place is opened by a person from the Qing Dynasty, they call it a pawn, you will know if you ask. UU Read books at www.uukanshu.com" the homeless man thought for a while and said to John.

"Thank you." John smiled and handed him a dollar before getting up and leaving.

After inquiring all the way, John came to the vegetable market in the slums. The best evaluation of this place is 'dirty and messy'.

You can see Qing Dynasty Han people with braids everywhere here. They speak standard Cantonese, swearing at mothers and greeting their families.

John was in this vegetable market, which seemed to be full of Han Chinese at first glance, and suddenly had the illusion that he had traveled back to the end of the Qing Dynasty.

John shook his head, then he stopped a reasonably well-dressed Han man and asked.

"Excuse me, where is the **** shop here?" John said naturally in English.

The man glanced at John, and then gave directions to John in English with a slight accent.

"Thank you." After thanking John, he walked towards the pawnshop.

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