It was late at night, and Su Xiaojiu was already starting to doze off.
She had studied Pinyin for three hours, and with an adult's learning ability, she could already spell out some simple words. After a bit more study, she should be able to fully master Hanyu Pinyin and its pronunciation methods.
Although she had slept for a long time during the day, studying was too boring. Coupled with the sweet voice of the teacher teaching Pinyin in the study video, who kept softly reciting, it was like a lullaby, making Su Xiaojiu feel a bit drowsy in no time.
An Chen glanced at Su Xiaojiu and chuckled.
So, Cultivator also doze off in class.
At this moment, two uninvited guests arrived at the shop.
An Chen could tell at a glance that these two were up to no good.
One of them was heavily built; although he wasn't as tall or as strong as that Hanzi (Man) from the other day, his arms and chest were not small. The other, though thinner and shorter, had a bulging object at his waist.
An Chen could tell it was the shape of a knife.
The sturdier one looked menacing at first glance, and he didn't give An Chen a good look either.
As for the thinner one, he stayed at the door, waiting for the person inside.
"The main hall is eight yuan an hour, thirty-eight for an overnight stay, twenty yuan an hour for a double room..."
"Main hall, one hour, one machine."
Before An Chen could finish speaking, the man had already scanned the money over and slapped an ID card on the table. After An Chen told him the machine number, he walked directly to a computer in the main hall.
The person on the ID card had a fat head and big ears, completely different from the man in front of him.
However, An Chen didn't say much. Generally, such small internet cafes don't manage too strictly. If An Chen spoke rashly, it might provoke the man's anger.
An Chen didn't want to cause trouble. Since he only wanted one hour, he would just wait for him to finish using the computer and leave.
An Chen assigned him a machine closer to himself, with the computer screen also facing him.
People like this are generally not good news.
They might be involved in Gangs, belonging to a higher rank among thugs, or they could be fugitives from anti-Gang crackdowns, or even wanted criminals.
Therefore, they must be placed in a supervisable area, making it easier to respond if anything happens.
An Chen then looked at the person outside the door. The thin man took out a cigarette and a lighter, found a spot outside the door to squat and smoke, but his gaze darted around, seemingly searching for something or being on guard against something.
The man inside the shop had already opened the computer and was constantly scrolling through a social media application. An Chen's eyesight was excellent now; at a distance of less than ten meters, he could even clearly see the small text on the large display screen.
An Chen suddenly realized that he was looking up information about Transcendents, which wasn't strange, as many people were paying attention to this now. An Chen also occasionally checked for new messages and to see if Kunpeng had any new developments.
Unfortunately, after Kunpeng's account posted that popular science video, there was nothing new, only dynamic posts with phone numbers for provincial and municipal offices, hoping that Transcendents would actively contact them.
An Chen was about to withdraw his gaze, but the man happened to open a post by someone with the ID “Wang Zhaoyang, the Most Enthusiastic Citizen of Chaoyang” and began to read it carefully.
This ID also posted stories about his own Transmigration online.
An Chen recognized that this was the account of Wang Zhaoyang from Class Nine.
So he took two more glances.
He didn't know until he looked, and when he did, he was startled. This person actually clicked on Wang Zhaoyang's account, repeatedly browsing his various posts, then switched screens to another social media application, and similarly found Wang Zhaoyang's account.
Through a series of subsequent operations, the man made three or four windows appear on the screen, switching back and forth. The text became smaller, and An Chen couldn't see it clearly anymore.
But An Chen knew he was looking up Wang Zhaoyang's personal information.
In fact, no advanced technology was needed. Ordinary people could find some basic personal information through online searches, cross-referencing information from various software, and analyzing published posts.
Sometimes, a single photo could allow someone to determine your precise location, which is also a popular "online sleuthing" game.
This also made many people pay attention to their information security, fearing that others would get their personal information, but Wang Zhaoyang was clearly not one of those people; he even seemed afraid that others wouldn't know who he was.
He was so bold that he almost posted his full ID card number online.
Fortunately, a friend discovered it in time and deleted the post.
Although that particular post was gone, much useful information could still be analyzed from Wang Zhaoyang's other posts.
For example, Wang Zhaoyang often posted photos of his school, occasionally with location tags.
Indeed, shortly after, the burly man's computer desktop showed map locations and external and internal photos of Nancheng No. 2 Middle School.
An Chen's pupils contracted.
These two, it seems... no, they definitely have designs on Wang Zhaoyang.
An Chen didn't know if they were just casually inquiring or genuinely planning to act. If it was the latter, then he needed to be careful.
After a while, the burly man logged off the computer and walked directly outside to squat with the thin man.
"There's one near us, he's a high school student, should be easy enough to deal with."
"High school student? They all live in those dorms, how are you going to grab him?"
"It's easy to say. This kid's posts say he climbs over the school wall every day at noon to eat. We'll just wait. Worst case, we wait for their holiday and follow him home."
The two men's voices were not loud, but An Chen pricked up his ears and still heard them.
Becoming a Cultivator not only enhanced his vision; all five of his senses were heightened, far beyond those of ordinary people.
When the two were squatting, An Chen noticed that the sturdier man also had some irregular bulges at his waist, likely another sharp weapon.
"This Transcendent is really worth a fortune!"
"You're telling me. Those big bosses are offering hundreds of thousands, even millions. I bet everyone doing shady business is drooling right now."
"Tsk."
An Chen was secretly shocked.
From what they said, it sounded like someone was offering a very high price to "bounty" these Transcendents, hiring some societal scum or Gangs to kidnap people for them.
"Hiss—"
An Chen gasped.
An Chen hadn't expected that so soon after the Transmigration event, people were already organizing such activities.
And what was the purpose of these people wanting to control these Transcendents?
To make money?
However, making money was just the most basic use, and not all Transcendents had the ability to buy and sell to earn money.
Even An Chen could imagine that the purpose of gathering a large group of Transcendents together was not just as simple as making money.
If a large group of Transcendents were gathered together, it could create a chemical reaction.