Evan Bennett couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. Standing at that crossroads, filled with an ancient atmosphere, he was somewhat lost, with a ridiculous sense of having to choose his life path all over again.

"Isn't it just a bit of money? Big Hammer Smith, you actually think the posters I put up aren't professional enough. Bullshit! If I'm not number one, then no one dares claim to be number one..." At this moment, a red-nosed middle-aged man walked by, grumbling and spitting as he went.

"Posters, uncle, what kind of posters are you putting up?" Evan Bennett asked instinctively.

"Who in Yanjing doesn't know that the posters I, David Bolton III, put up are the best? At the Yanjing Arts Institute, if I say I'm second, no one dares claim to be first," David Bolton III said indignantly.

"Of course, of course, the name of Master Bolton is known far and wide. Even a youngster like me often hears others talk about you. I admire you greatly. But, Master Bolton, what's the deal with that Big Hammer Smith?" Evan Bennett asked.

"Big shot from Bazixiang, has some money. Begged me over and over to put up a tiger painting for them.

In the end, after I finished, he insisted he wasn't satisfied. Five hundred taels became two hundred and fifty.

Damn it, I'm not an idiot.

Damn it, your whole The Smith Family are idiots.

Damn it, your ancestors for eight generations are all idiots." David Bolton III used "damn it" three times in a row, showing just how angry he was.

"Strange, where did he go?"

Master Bolton had just finished cursing, turned his head, and saw that the youngster who had been looking at him with such admiration had disappeared.

"You brat, get back here! I haven't finished talking yet," Master Bolton shouted angrily when he caught a glimpse of the corner of Evan Bennett's robe as he turned a corner.

"Listening to you ramble on, I, the prince, don't have time for this nonsense. Making money is what matters—five hundred taels!" Evan Bennett jogged all the way to Bazixiang.

After asking around, he found out that this Big Hammer Smith was not just rich, but famous even in Bazixiang, where the wealthy are as common as dogs in the capital.

It was said his assets were no less than a million taels. At current Earth prices, with one tael of silver worth two hundred yuan, Big Hammer Bolton's fortune would be a hundred million.

A billionaire—today's target is definitely the right one.

Soon, Evan Bennett arrived at the The Smith Family residence. Sure enough, it was impressive; just the two bronze lions squatting at the gate, each over twenty feet tall, were enough to scare off any poor folks.

Moreover, the two guards at the gate, both with arrogant and domineering faces, were at least fourth-rank fighters. If even the gatekeepers were this skilled, the head of the guards must be at least eighth or ninth rank, maybe even tenth.

"Gentlemen, I'm here to apply for the poster job," Evan Bennett straightened his robe.

To keep a low profile, Evan Bennett had changed out of his luxurious prince's yellow robe into plain clothes before leaving the palace.

"Which arts institute in the capital are you from? What level artist are you, and who is your master?" The tall, skinny guard looked Evan Bennett up and down, saw his plain clothes, and clearly looked down on him.

"Hmph, why so many questions? If I can't put up a poster that satisfies your master today, these thirty taels of silver are yours to buy wine with."

Smack! Evan Bennett slapped thirty taels of shiny silver onto the porter’s table, exuding the air of a true master.

There's no need to lower yourself with these lackeys, or they'll just get more arrogant and look down on you.

"Alright, alright, Master, please wait here. I'll go report to the master right away." The tall, skinny one shrank a bit at the sight of the silver, glanced at the fat one, and immediately ran into the courtyard.

What a pair of lackeys!

Soon, the guy came back, panting, and respectfully led Evan Bennett into the residence.

Inside the courtyard, there were small bridges over flowing water, pavilions and towers, and golden fish swimming leisurely—a truly beautiful place.

However, directly facing the main gate was a huge stone wall.

The wall was thirty feet high and sixty feet wide, made from a single massive slab of inferior white jade. It looked grand and impressive. Just this wall alone showed how rich the The Smith Family was.

Soon, a group of people came clattering over.

Leading them was a scruffy man wearing a gold-embroidered merchant's hat, looking rather out of place—a classic nouveau riche.

"Michael Smith, where's the artist?" Big Hammer Smith glanced around and asked the skinny guard. Apparently, Evan Bennett looked too young and plain, so Big Hammer Smith ignored him at first.

"That would be me," Evan Bennett straightened his chest and replied calmly.

"You? Someone, throw him out!" Big Hammer Smith took one look and, without another word, ordered his men to throw Evan Bennett out.

"You can throw me out, but then your tiger wall will remain empty forever," Evan Bennett sneered and turned to leave.

In fact, this was just a game of playing hard to get. If he begged Big Hammer Smith to let him try, he'd probably be seen as a fraud and thrown out.

After all, Evan Bennett had already found out that the The Smith Family had been scammed out of quite a bit of money over this tiger wall.

"Wait, you really can do it?" Big Hammer Smith was stunned, his eyes wide, clearly impressed by Evan Bennett's decisiveness.

"If I wasn't confident, I wouldn't dare come to the The Smith Family. Here are eighty taels of silver. If I can't do it, you can keep it all." With a smack, Evan Bennett tossed a bag of silver onto the ground.