Because of the dense flow of people in the American street, all the people who come and go are shopping, Chi Shang'an Kuan can only put down the slowest speed and slowly follow the flow of people.

In this way, he became a sight in the street, and the crowd around him was glancing at him.

Both foreigners and natives regard him as a strange person.

A teenager dressed in traditional Shinto attire is really strange in the eyes of a crowd of more than 10,000.

Add to that the fact that the teenager is also riding an oversized three-wheeled nephew, which is even more strange.

But fortunately, in broad daylight, and there are a lot of people around, so there are no troublemakers coming up.

Walking through the flow of people under the strange gaze of the surrounding crowd, Chi Shang'an felt uncomfortable for a while.

Fortunately, I finally found a vacant seat on the corner of the street, and hurriedly parked my nephew here.

After parking the nephew, he took out the pre-prepared disguise (cloth sail) from the straddle bucket and inserted it on the inside of the straddle bucket, and the fortune-telling stall supported on the nephew was opened. Now just wait for the guests to come to the door, and the rest will be left alone.

The crowd around them saw a big black man with a big banner on it, and the two sentences "Fierce Ji Mo ask yourself, I know the blessing and misfortune" made the passing crowd understand that this should be a fortune-telling business.

Some people wanted to come forward and do the math, but when they saw the young boy sitting on the nephew, they all stopped and turned away.

The boy was too young, and he looked like he was no fifteen years old at most.

Although the costume looks quite professional, he wears a decent Shinto costume. But it's useless to wear beautiful clothes without real skills|!

I think it should be a person who came to American Street to fool foreigners, and there are more such people.

Chi Shang Ankuan, who was squinting and meditating on his nephew, saw the expressions of the people around him clearly, and he could probably guess what these people were thinking, and most of them probably thought he was a liar.

He didn't care about that, the guests he was waiting for weren't these people anyway.

The guests don't come to the door, and the store doesn't shout. Such a scene looks a little strange in the bustling American Street, and the crowd of people who come and go subconsciously glance at this young over-the-top fortune teller.

Time slowly turned, the sun slowly climbed, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon, and there were more crowds in American Street.

The GIs in Yokosuka Port also took advantage of their lunch break to take a break and look for their favorite goods in the streets.

Mixed with a group of comrades-in-arms, Consos followed the crowd with a bored look, for him, it was better to go to the Navy Bar for a drink, that was where they should go, and shopping was not just for women?

"What the hell, I'm going to go shopping with these people in the sun, and I won't come next time." Conthos thought to himself.

"Oh~ guys, come and have a look! Look what good I found, it's a Soviet limited edition Ural M-72. ”

"This kind of limited edition motorcycle is only qualified for a few generals, and it was no longer produced after World War II, so I didn't expect to meet one here. ”

You don't need to look at people, just listen to the voice, who is this thing from Consos.

is so obsessed with motorcycles, it is Hancock's, and this idiot is so shocked.

But when it comes to a limited edition Ural M-72, he has only heard of it and has never seen it, so it's better to go and see it.

Following in the footsteps of a group of comrades, Konsos finally saw the legendary limited edition Ural M-72, this nephew is indeed great, it is larger than the average Ural M-72 in size, and it looks more refined in workmanship.

Such a majestic and burly nephew with a denim jacket, riding outside without thinking about how it will be styled, the girls will definitely be flattering.

But when Conthos set his eyes on the boy on the motorcycle, all his assumptions shattered.

In his eyes, this young man was too thin and weak, and it did not match this majestic Ural M-72 at all, and it was a pity that such a car fell into the hands of such a thin young man.

Not only did Consos feel this way, but the other GIs also felt this way, thinking that it was a pity that this limited edition Ural M-72 fell into the hands of such an emaciated teenager.

But at most, these people felt a pity in their hearts, and no one said anything, only one spoke.

"Hey~ Boy, did you take out this motorcycle and sell it? If so, I bought it, how about giving you a hundred dollars?"

Conthos, who was standing on the side, frowned unnaturally when he heard Hancock's offer, this price was too low, and there was no sincerity at all.

He didn't know exactly how much such a limited-edition Ural M-72 would cost, but it could sell for thousands of dollars in the United States.

Thousands of dollars are only a hundred dollars, what a greedy.

Although he cursed his comrades for being greedy, Consos didn't say much.

No matter what, the other party is his comrade-in-arms, and the person opposite is just a boy, and the relationship is clear at a glance.

Chi Shang Ankuan, who was sitting on top of his nephew and reading quietly, looked at the big black man beside him who was greedily touching his eldest nephew, and his brows furrowed unnaturally.

What are you kidding, a hundred dollars fool yourself?

Not to mention that motorcycles are not sold, even if they are sold, they will not be sold at such a low price. This big black guy is simply fooling him,

"Motorcycles are not for sale. I'm a fortune teller. ”

After speaking, Chi Shang'an Kuan ignored the other party and continued to read.

Hancock, a black soldier who was greedily groping his nephew, was a little surprised to hear that the boy on the motorcycle actually replied in fluent American English, and spoke more standard than himself.

All of a sudden, the greed in my heart has weakened a lot, and I don't dare to be too casual.

In these years, although they Americans are superior people in the company, they can look down on more than 99% of the people themselves.

But this doesn't mean that they can really run amok, there are still a small number of people in the country who are afraid of them, and even their superiors.

The power held by these people was no worse than that of their Americans, and even stronger.

Over the years, there have been many companions who have not been long-sighted because they collided with these gangsters and were humanely destroyed, and even the murderer could not be found afterwards.

These things have long been clearly dressed in the barracks, and many people know about them.

The best way to identify these special people is to look at the standard level of English and see if the other person speaks fluently.

Because the more upper-level people speak, the more standard their English is. In the same way, even if I learned English, my spoken language was strange and difficult to understand.

Now this teenager is dressed a little weirdly, but it can be seen that he is not bad for money.

Coupled with a limited-edition Ural M-72 nephew, fluent in American English, how do people look like young masters of the upper class of the book.

Although he is usually obsessed with motorcycles, that doesn't mean he's a fool.

He still knows the pros and cons, and he won't do stupid things like a fool to pit himself.

His mind turned, and in an instant, Hancock analyzed the pros and cons, knowing that the young man in front of him could not be offended casually.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, I don't know Japanese, I thought it was about selling cars!"

"But speaking of which, boy, this nephew of yours is so beautiful and majestic, and this is the real plaything of men. ”

looked at the big black guy who gave himself a thumbs up and showed a mouthful of big white teeth.

Chi Shang'an was stunned for a moment, and the big black man in front of him was changing too quickly. Just now, he felt the greed in the other party, and thought that he was going to make a move.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the words changed, and the greedy black big man became a good brother of the pure black man.

Is the other party too pure, or too cunning and clever? After thinking about it, he was more inclined to the latter.

Although he didn't know what the big black brother in front of him saw in him, he didn't want to find more trouble since the other party had no bad intentions.

"Who will tell me that the black man is pure and honest in the future, and I promise not to kill him!

Seeing Hancock's sudden change of attitude, Consus immediately became intrigued.

He didn't believe that the had suddenly discovered his conscience, and that this kind of thing might have happened to someone else, but it was absolutely impossible for Hancock.

The other party is the he has ever seen who likes to take advantage of small advantages, and there are two cents cheap, and definitely not one cent.

Now there is only one explanation for the other party's sudden change of attitude, that is, there is something in front of him that makes the other party jealous and dare not offend easily.

Instantly, Consols became interested in the emaciated young man.

"Fortune tellers, like our Western soothsayers?"

Hancock, who was ignored after speaking, was a little embarrassed. Hearing Consos's words, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

For this unruly boy who can't figure out the details, he doesn't want to talk anymore, and now it's better to let the white-skinned pig of Conthos touch his head.

Ji Shang Ankuan, who was about to continue reading, heard an awkward sentence in Japanese, and thought for two seconds before he heard what the other party said.

He glanced up and down at the white man who was talking, and said casually, "You are not wrong to think so, we all have similar work natures. ”

"Also, you can speak English, which is much more fluent than your Japanese. ”

After a moment of embarrassment, Consos decided to speak in English anyway, as his Japanese was worse than that of Suzu himself.

"Although a person's ability should not be judged by his age, I think you are still a little younger. Please forgive me for being blunt. ”

"Of course, you can also use the facts to let me know what you are capable of. ”

After Conthos finished speaking, the other GIs on the side echoed him.

Ignoring the funny soldiers, Ji Shang'an's wide gaze fell on the white man who was talking in front of him.

"Are you sure you want to tell my fortune? ”

"Not low? How much is that? Is a hundred dollars enough?" said Conthos with a smile, apparently unconcerned about the boy's 'not low' price.

He has been here for more than two years, and he has long been accustomed to spending extra money, and 100 dollars can be exchanged for more than 30,000 yen, which is not a small amount.

"Not enough, a hundred dollars is not enough, let me calculate at least ten times at a time, or more. Chi Shang'an said lightly.

A hundred dollars and you want him to do it once? What are you kidding?

Although his skills are not very good, he is only a second-grade cultivator. But that's not something that can be played for just a hundred dollars.

If he hadn't scared the gang away, he would have called for $10,000.

But even this price scared the group of Conthos, and they all had disbelief on their faces.

Although these US troops stationed in Japan have a lot of monthly salaries, more than $700, plus some subsidies, they can make up about $1,000.

But that's not how the account is calculated, although there is about a thousand money, but you may not be able to have it in your hand.

The big guys are all single men, and of course they need to vent their anger every month. Of course, you can't vent your anger on your own, you need to find a beautiful sister to help! So you need to pay people.

Can a single man leave the bar? Of course not, what fun does a man have when he leaves the bar, does life still have meaning? So he also contributes a lot of money to the bar every month.

No one is an insulator, they always have their own socialization, can a gathering of friends always make others spend money? Of course not, there will be no friends in this way. This also requires money.

Plus a few other ...... In short, there is not much money left in hand every month, and it is even possible to go into debt.

So the price of $1,000 is really high for them at the moment, and they can't accept it.

"Oh buy ga! are you kidding him!"

"Are you sure you're right, a thousand dollars? not a thousand yen?"

Before Conthos could squeak, the big black man Hancock on the side spoke with an exaggerated expression.

Ignoring the big black man, Chi Shang Ankuan said to Consos: "What, do you think this price is very expensive?

Some people are weird, the more you tell him not to do it or stop him, the more he wants to do it, and Konsos is that.

He had already wanted to retreat, but when he heard this, he immediately became energetic.

A thousand dollars is a lot of money, but it's not that he can't take it out, and he wants to see what this kid has to do to make him take out the money.

"Hey~ Kid Sushimoto, you look down on people too much. ”

"A thousand dollars, right? I'll take it out, but I don't know if you'll be able to earn it. ”

After speaking, Conthos took out his wallet from his bosom, and took out ten hundred-dollar bills and slapped them directly on the fuel tank of the three-wheeled nephew.

Glancing at the dollar under the other party's hand, and looking at the other party's face again, Ji Shang'an's expression was finally more solemn.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, as long as you calculate accurately, the money is yours, and I, Koonthos, will never turn back. ”

The other GIs on the side showed disbelief when they saw that Consus really took out a thousand dollars to tell the fortune of this boy with a hammer. Then he changed to a curious look and an expectant expression.