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After Su Xin had eaten and drunk his fill in the tavern, he took out a bottle of pills and set it on the table.
These were Shaolin Small Restoration Pills imitated by the Six Fan Sect. Their efficacy was ten percent weaker than genuine Shaolin Temple Small Restoration Pills, but unless one was an alchemist, there was absolutely no way to tell.
Su Xin's action immediately caught the attention of many people.
One of them, a young man in his thirties dressed in brocade robes and holding a folding fan, looking every bit like a scion of an aristocratic family, approached and cupped his hands to Su Xin. "Does this Daoist wish to inquire about some news? Though I am nothing remarkable, among the intelligence brokers of all Jiannan Circuit, I can still be considered somebody. As long as it happened within Jiannan Circuit, I may not know everything, but I know at least ninety-nine percent of it."
Su Xin asked, "How should I address you?"
The young man said, "I am the insignificant 'Wind Courier' Zhang You."
Su Xin paid attention to the movements around him. When Zhang You had approached just now, all the other intelligence brokers who had been itching to make a move immediately deflated and stopped paying attention to this place.
Clearly, he truly had some standing among the intelligence brokers of Jiannan Circuit—at the very least, enough to make all those present too afraid to compete with him for business.
Su Xin pushed the pills toward Zhang You and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang You opened the bottle and took a sniff, immediately revealing a hint of delight. "Shaolin Temple Small Restoration Pills. Daoist, you are truly generous. Ask