The five-storey Longchampu Tower stands tall in the market under Iwakura Castle and stands against Iwakura Castle on the mountain.

The roof of the building is made of pure gold to create a golden dragon, raising its head to the sky.

The restaurant is not a pagoda, and it is not a good thing that it is too high. In a small place like Iwakura, a five-story restaurant is already quite large.

It is said that there used to be a nine-story restaurant in Nakyigyo, which was decorated with tortoiseshell, clams and other treasures. But forty years ago, Yang Qi released that fire that shocked the world, and the first city in the mainland has disappeared since then.

Wu Feng hummed a rough ballad, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, and walked to the beautifully decorated door of Longxiang Tower.

When the doorman saw that he was disheveled, he wanted to throw him back, but when he looked closely, where was this kid just disheveled?

Wu Feng only wore a thin single coat in this cold winter wax moon, and also collapsed the right placket with the sleeve, obliquely revealing half of the ** chest, the long sword was not behind his back but hung on his waist, swinging back and forth, if he was not careful, the scabbard might hit others, but behind his back was something like a long stick, but it was a fire gun.

On his shoulders, he also wore a yellow leopard skin, looking like he had just returned from hunting.

Wu Feng, who was dressed like this, had a handsome and innocent face that revealed an unusual wildness, and his eyes were so sharp that he seemed to be able to tear through the howling north wind. Unkempt, he doesn't look naïve at all, but is more mature than usual, with a bit of rugged manly taste.

The doorman thought to himself: But this kid looks extraordinary, maybe he is not an ordinary person......

In a big restaurant like Longxiang Building, the gatekeepers are all human spirits, and in the face of special circumstances, they always have to think about it before they can make a move to drive people away.

Wu Feng took out a piece of white from the blanket around his waist and threw it into the hands of the doorman.

The doorman pinched it, it was a small ingot of silver, not big. However, in such a big restaurant, there are also many tips, which is not a lot of silver......

It's just that why is this thing so much heavier than ordinary silver?

The gatekeeper hurriedly put the silver in front of his eyes and took a look, only to see that it was a square white metal bar, not a common ingot-shaped silver ingot.

There is a small mark on it, with the word platinum written on it, and there is a small print underneath: Gun City Identification.

White gold, also known as platinum, is a precious metal that is 100 times rarer than gold, mostly produced in the West, and even less produced in the East, so its value is far from being comparable to silver!

Gun City, also known as the City of Freedom, is a big city on the Silk Road in the Western Regions, with extremely developed commerce, its own armed forces and a huge network of influence, and has a lot of influence on the entire continent. Even the Dragon Slayer Society, a huge sect that controls the vast Western Regions, is powerless to control Gun City, so it can only allow it to govern itself.

Various countries, dynasties, and even local sects can mint different gold, silver, and copper coins, but there is only one place where platinum ingots can be identified and issued, and that is the Gun City. This point has been recognized by the entire continent. If someone falsifies it, Gun City will send a group of killers to capture him back to the city and execute him after learning the news.

Because of the scarcity of platinum, it is generally not circulated as currency, but only used to cast jewelry, or as a material for making magic weapons.

Seeing that Wu Feng directly rewarded a piece of platinum, the janitor immediately changed his eyes and said respectfully: "VIP seat on the fifth floor, little official, please!"

Originally, it was so disheveled, even if there was no shortage of money, it should not be put in, but rewarding platinum and rewarding silver really can't be generalized.

Wu Feng laughed, didn't answer, and went straight to the top floor.

There were many private rooms on the top floor, but Wu Feng didn't want a private room, so he asked for a table outside, and he didn't look at the various expensive dishes on the menu, ordered a plate of cooked beef, a bottle of coarse wine, and directly grabbed the beef with his hands and chewed it.

The tables and chairs on the top floor are all made of fine nanmu, the table is decorated with antique vases with flowers raised in the greenhouse, the walls, doors and windows are decorated with gold wires, and the top is lit with crystal fish oil lamps, which are shining. Eating on the top floor, the seat money is a lot, and the things Wu Feng orders now, whether compared to the seat money or the tip given to the doorman, are only a dime, so Xiao Er couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that he asked for such a bad thing.

When Xiao Er brought the food up, Wu Feng first grabbed a piece of beef and threw it into his mouth, making his hands greasy, and then handed a platinum ingot to Xiao Er as a reward. The little two were also overjoyed, and thanked him again and again.

Wu Feng thought in his heart, he saw a group of people gathered at the corner of the street before, and shouted that the hall master was talking about things around a man, counting the time, Deng Aihou is coming up soon.

You can be rude when you eat, but you have to eat slowly, otherwise when Deng Aihou comes up, the wine and meat will be eaten, and you will have to order it again.

After a while, there was a steady sound at the stairs.

A middle-aged man in a white robe stepped up steadily, with a slender face, willow eyebrows, and a short beard, looking very handsome, although he was over forty years old, he looked only thirty years old.

He had heard below that there was a strange boy eating and drinking on the rooftop.

Of course, Deng Aihou knows that there are many people in the world who are sensational and famous. But such a kid still aroused his curiosity, and felt that whether it was or not, at least he had to take a look.

With a beautiful smile, Deng Aihou didn't want a private room, but sat directly on the table next to Wu Feng, and said, "Little brother, what are you doing?"

"Hunting. Wu Feng glanced at him and replied casually.

"Oh?" Deng Aihou listened to this answer, and felt that it was very ordinary, but looking at this kid's extraordinary demeanor, he thought that there must be something to say later, and asked: "What did you hunt today? Isn't it the leopard skin on your shoulder?"

"Leopards and muntjac are all trails, real hunters, and it is deer that they want to hunt. Wu Feng stilted the legs of the wooden horse and wiped the greasy side of his mouth with the palm of his hand: "The deer of the world." There are shotguns underneath, but I don't know where to shoot the prey. ”

Hearing Wu Feng's words, Deng Aihou was secretly shocked.

As a famous family, of course, he also knows what ways to express the demeanor of celebrities.

Light robes and slow belts, although they can be called celebrities, but there are also many people who deliberately make them sloppy, and there are not a few people who talk about mysteries and Taoism by grasping lice to boast of being a master.

The word Baume & Mercier is to be unconventional and calmly respond to the world.

Of course, this kid is playing the trick of the wisher, but if he has real talent to learn, he can't miss such a talent!

The ancients could be prime ministers at the age of twelve, and talents may only look at age.

Deng Aihou has always felt that the reason why Iwakura is difficult to expand his power is that he lacks talented people