Listening to the conversation between Bai Zhenzhen and Miao Yun, Zhang Yu's gaze flickered. Even though he had been in Kunxu for nearly half a year, much of the knowledge and information had settled deep in his mind, not truly surfacing in his consciousness.
At this moment, upon hearing their conversation, Zhang Yu gradually remembered that in Kunxu, even one's face could be sold. Looking good can be quantified by money.
He quickly took out his phone, logged into the face modeling website, and wanted to see how much his face was worth.
After the facial recognition was completed, he got an answer that his face model had already been sold.
Checking the transaction record, it had only sold for 2000 yuan, and that was a one-time buyout for 20 years of copyright.
There was also a user review: Handsome but with no distinctive features.
Zhang Yu secretly thought in his heart, "I knew it, it was already sold by my original self."
