Based on Fatui intel, when Ningguang left the shop, she didn't just speak about the Eternal Youth Pill. Witnesses confirmed she was holding a book and several other items.
A book.
Liyue's "Paper Snow."
...
Could it be that Ningguang's sudden economic warfare was inspired by that book?
Childe's mind raced, connecting the dots one by one.
"Looks like I need to pay this jar shop a visit myself."
Scanning the reports one last time, Childe muttered to himself as he headed out.
He strongly suspected that Ningguang's strategy originated from this shop.
The jars contained randomized items. For 100,000 Mora, one could pull anything.
If Ningguang pulled a strategy manual from there, it would explain everything.
As for the rumors of trading Visions? He didn't believe it for a second.
That had to be a publicity stunt by the shopkeeper.
As a Fatui Harbinger, he knew the nature of Visions better than anyone.
They were soul-bound gifts from the gods. They couldn't be bought or sold.
"By the way, if you deposit all your money in the bank, are you still going to open a jar? You know the limit is ten a week."
"Open what? I never expect to get anything good from those jars. If you buy a bunch at once, maybe your odds are better, but just one? I'm a commoner, not a whale. I'll pass."
"Yesterday, a lot of people pulled useless stuff. It wasn't bad, but compared to 100,000 Mora... I'd rather keep the Mora. Can't gamble blindly."
"I'm planning to deposit my savings first, then use the interest to buy a jar. Who knows? If I pull a Vision, I'm set for life."
"Exactly. Fortune favors the bold. 100,000 Mora for a jar is actually a steal. I wonder how that kid Zhang is doing? Still locked up by the Millelith?"
"Don't worry about him. He's definitely better off than you. Even if he's in jail, he has a Vision now. He's not an ordinary person anymore. Once he's out, he'll never worry about food or drink again. Sigh... I'm envious."
...
As Childe walked through the streets, he overheard pedestrians discussing the shop.
They talked about Visions. They talked about Zhang.
"The Jar Shop."
Hearing the chatter, Childe narrowed his eyes. His curiosity grew.
Following the rumors, he finally arrived at his destination.
A simple shop with a plain sign: Mystery Jar Shop.
From the outside, it looked completely unremarkable.
Two Millelith guards stood like statues at the entrance.
Childe strode in without hesitation.
Inside, he scanned the room. It was small. Just a table, chairs, a counter, and a shelf.
Behind the counter, a handsome young man was fiddling with something.
Behind him stood the shelf, lined with rows of plain, black clay jars.
Except for one.
At the very top sat a jar of exquisite design, glowing with a faint luster. It stood out like a crane among chickens.
The ordinary jars seemed to cluster around it like stars around the moon.
Anyone could tell that the Exquisite Jar was different.
Sensing a customer, Felix looked up.
When he saw Childe, he raised an eyebrow. Well, well. Look who it is.
The Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia. The vanguard of Snezhnaya's diplomatic mission in Liyue. A man addicted to battle and loyal only to the thrill of the fight.
"So young."
Childe's gaze landed on Felix.
His first impression was surprise. The shopkeeper was even younger than him, and arguably more handsome.
This kid was selling these bizarre jars?
And people claimed he sold a Vision?
Childe sensed no elemental energy from him. The shopkeeper appeared to be completely ordinary.
"Hello, Boss. I'm here to open some jars."
Suppressing his thoughts, Childe put on his friendly diplomat's smile. "Also, could you tell me what Lady Ningguang pulled yesterday? Was it a book? And is it true someone pulled a Vision here?"
"Customer information is confidential. As for what they pulled, that's also a secret. You're free to find out yourself."
Felix replied calmly. "But as for the Vision... yes. Someone did pull one. He was very lucky. The odds are infinitesimally small, but he managed it."