"What information would you like, sir?"
"One of everything."
The bartender's eyelid twitched. One of everything?
He gave a slightly awkward smile. "Sir, we may not have much information here, but the total price is still quite high..."
Smack!
Bai Ye slapped several thick stacks of banknotes onto the table. "Enough?"
"Yes, yes, plenty..." The bartender immediately beamed and hurriedly scooped up the bills, greedily inhaling the scent of money. But when he saw the designs on them, his expression abruptly darkened.
"Sir, we don't accept counterfeit money."
"Counterfeit?" Bai Ye froze. He had earned all this money in North Mang. How could it be counterfeit?
Then he realized: he was decades in the past. The banknotes in circulation now were probably different from those of the future.
The bartender took out a banknote, his expression hostile. "Sir, this is a real bill. Yours don't even have the Federation chairman's portrait on them. Isn't that a little too obviously fake?"
Bai Ye looked closely and saw a familiar face printed on the genuine banknote.
Du Tianming!?
That face was very different from the one he remembered. The Du Tianming in his memories had been young, brash, and full of himself.
But the Du Tianming on the banknote was already middle-aged, with a broad forehead etched with wrinkles left by the years, bright, piercing eyes, and an air of authority even without anger.
Bai Ye couldn't help grinning. His disciple really had made something of himself. He had even gotten his face printed on money.
He hadn't felt much when he first heard that Du Tianming had become the first chairman. Only now, having arrived in his era, could he truly feel how much had changed.
The young man he had once beaten mercilessly slowly overlapped with the middle-aged man on