14: Chapter 14 The entire internet is searching for this windbreaker

Jiang Feng sat in the corner of the sofa, his plastic fork swirling twice in a bucket of Old Town Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles.

The curtains were drawn with only a crack left; the midday sun hit the floor, forming a glaring light spot, while the rest of the room remained dark and gloomy.

He took a sip of the noodle soup and picked up his phone.

At the top of the Weibo trending list, several deep red characters hung: #The Immortal at the Kindergarten Gate and the Ten Billion Spendthrift#

Clicking in, it was full of photos of him at the kindergarten gate that day.

With the brim of his hat pressed low and the distance, his features were completely indistinguishable.

However, the black windbreaker he was wearing and that small stool with peeling paint—even the loose threads and scratches—had been circled.

The comment section was scrolling rapidly.

[What kind of power-fantasy plot is this? Pointing at Old Madam Shen's nose and saying her grandson is a spendthrift, and then being able to walk away unscathed?]

[The highlight is that line 'My Shen Family can afford it'! So domineering!]

[Am I the only one focusing on that fortune-telling bro? Even without seeing his face, I feel like he's handsome!]

[Wake up upstairs, I've already tracked it down. This windbreaker is a model from brand 'Wei' from two years ago, long out of production. That small stool is from Pinxixi for 9.9 yuan with free shipping. This whole outfit of the Great Immortal adds up to no more than two hundred yuan.]

[This is a true expert! Treating money like dirt! He threw a five-million-yuan card on the ground without even glancing at it!]

Jiang Feng chewed on the soft noodles, looking at the comments on the screen.

Treating money like dirt?

That's because I'm temporarily not short on money!

Ding-dong—

The doorbell rang.

Jiang Feng put down the instant noodle bucket, walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.

A delivery man in a yellow uniform was holding a bag of fruit.

Jiang Feng pulled open the door, his mask still on and his hood not lowered.

"Your fruit."

The delivery man handed over the bag.

As he took it, the delivery man stared at Jiang Feng's windbreaker for two seconds and suddenly grinned: "Buddy, are you also riding the hype?"

Jiang Feng didn't react: "What?"

"The Divine Fortune Teller," the delivery man pointed at Jiang Feng's clothes, "The streets have been full of people wearing this black windbreaker these past two days, and they even have to pair it with a small stool. I just passed that park on a delivery, and there's a whole row of cosplayers there pretending to be masters."

The delivery man looked him up and down: "But yours looks really authentic, even the wear on the cuffs is imitated perfectly. Where'd you buy it? Send me a link?"

Jiang Feng looked down at his own faded cuffs.

"Pinxixi," Jiang Feng said, "Fifty yuan for two, and you have to join a group buy."

"You know your stuff," the delivery man gave a thumbs up, "I hope you become more famous than that real master soon."

The delivery man hummed a song as he went downstairs.

Jiang Feng closed the door, went to the bathroom, took off the windbreaker that had become a feature of the "internet-wide wanted notice," and threw it into the washing machine.

This clothing is ruined.

If he wore it out again, he'd be surrounded just by going to buy groceries.

For the next three days, Jiang Feng didn't step out of the door, living on deliveries and online shopping.

He ordered several plaid shirts, a pair of black-framed glasses, and a bucket hat online.

As long as he wasn't recognized, life could go on.

The outside world was already in an uproar.

The old lady of the Shen Family had sent word: whoever could find this master, the Shen Family would owe them a favor.

This favor was worth much more than those five million.

The phone on the table vibrated.

The screen displayed "The Cop Who Owes a Divination."

Zhao Yi.

Jiang Feng picked up.

"Hello."

"Still alive?" The sound of flipping through case files came from Zhao Yi's side.

"Thanks to you, not dead yet."

"Don't run around these days." Zhao Yi stopped his movements. "Several big leaders in the bureau are asking about you. Also, the Shen Family is looking for you. You're a prize right now, but also a hot potato."

"I haven't broken the law."

"I know." Zhao Yi paused for a moment. "That case... thank you. Xiao Zhang's leg was saved; although he can't be a Criminal Police Officer anymore, he can transfer to a desk job."

"Mhm."

"If there's trouble, or if someone harasses you, call me."

"Okay."

He hung up the phone.

Jiang Feng walked to the window and pulled the curtain open to a larger crack.

It was dark, and the city's neon lights reflected a reddish glow in the night sky.

After hiding for three days, his food supplies were gone, and only one last sip of soup remained in his instant noodles.

A faint static sound rang deep in his mind.

Zzz—

It's coming.

Jiang Feng tilted his head back and drank the cold noodle soup dry.

Whether an immortal or a fraud, everyone has to work.

[New Mission Issued]

[Location]: East Gate Morning Market of the City Antique City (Panjiayuan Branch)

[Time]: 09:00-11:00

[Method]: Character Divination

[Field]: Antique Authentication / Treasure Hunting

[Objective]: Receive three customers and successfully expose or verify the authenticity.

Jiang Feng looked at the mission panel.

Antique City?

The place was full of storytelling experts; a broken brick could be spun into a tale of the Qin and Han Emperors.

Doing 'Character Divination for treasure' in such a place was purely like courting disaster.

He glanced at the remaining lifespan on the panel: [98 Days].

No choice.

Jiang Feng turned to the wardrobe, pulled out a newly bought blue and white plaid shirt, and put it on.

Facing the mirror, he tousled his hair into a mess and put on that pair of non-prescription black-framed glasses.

The person in the mirror looked dull and stiff, appearing like a Programmer who had just graduated and was still looking for a job, without a single trace of a master's shadow.

"Alright."

Jiang Feng nodded to himself in the mirror.

"Tomorrow, I'll go hunt for treasures."