The conversation in the tavern, which had resumed, stopped once again unknowingly, and all eyes were focused back on the scene.
After a while, just when Qi Yun thought the other party would not answer, the old bartender spoke in a hoarse voice: "Gold Mountain has been abandoned for many years, the road conditions are very poor, filled with disused mines, nothing worth seeing."
"I'm very interested in the history of abandoned mines; I came specifically to see them." Qi Yun insisted, as he pulled out another hundred-dollar bill from his wallet, placing it under the empty glass.
The old bartender glanced at the bill but did not take it, nor did he speak further.
At this moment, a booze-soaked guy next to them leaned over: "Buddy, I heard you say you want to go to Gold Mountain?"
"That's right, I want to have a look." Qi Yun turned to this guy who initiated the conversation.
The man was about forty, wearing a cowboy hat, his cheeks red, and a cunning smile on his face.
