You were sitting at the Grand Bazaar as a replacement for your friend who sold books. Fortunately or unfortunately, no one wanted to buy these books, so you unwittingly started reading one of them. You got so carried away that you didn't even notice how someone came up.

The guy looked at the counter for a long time, but without waiting for your reaction to his presence, he came up and poked you in the chest with his finger. His voice was dripping with sarcasm and arrogance.

How much are you worth?