March 31, 2013.
Ever since seeing the sound system at Chu Ling's place, Lin Mo couldn't resist the urge to buy one for himself.
So he headed to Tao Street on Zhongshan Sixth Road.
In the 1990s, Tao Street was a paradise for men—not because of salons or massage parlors, but because it was home to several electronics markets.
Back in the 1980s, it was the largest vinyl record market. At that time, only the wealthy could afford to dabble in vinyl.
By the 1990s, CD players, pagers, and brick-sized mobile phones began appearing in Tao Street.
Later, it became a hub for all kinds of secondhand electronics—phones, lamps, gaming consoles, you name it.
By 2013, however, the street had entered a decline, especially with the rise of e-commerce. The only shops left were those run by owners who no longer paid rent.
They’d lounge in recliners, listening to tunes on their finely tuned sound systems, tapping along to the beat.
These days, the street was mostly frequented by local uncles. A young face like Lin Mo’s was a rare sight.
He stopped at an audio equipment shop.
Music drifted out from inside.
"Who is it, knocking at my window? Who is it, strumming the strings..."
Lin Mo knocked on the door, but the shop was empty.
An elderly man in his late sixties, lounging on a recliner under a tree across the street, suddenly spoke up.
"Hey, young man, who’re you looking for?"
Lin Mo hadn’t expected the old man to be the owner. He’d assumed he was just a neighbor killing time.
He turned to the man.
"Are you the owner?"
The old man nodded. "I’ve got records, vinyl, films—but not the kind you youngsters watch."
Lin Mo quickly shook his head, then glanced at the tube amplifier on the shop floor.
"Actually, I’m here to buy your sound system."
The old man frowned.
"Young man, do you even know what a sound system is?"
Lin Mo didn’t answer immediately.
His eyes swept over the shop before settling on the tube amp.
The copper terminals gleamed with age, and the screw holes on the chassis showed signs of frequent disassembly—clearly, it had been tweaked often.
Lin Mo pointed at it. "That’s a KT88 push-pull amp, right? Hand-wired, judging by the layout. Must have a rich, natural sound."
The old man’s eyes narrowed as he gave Lin Mo a once-over, surprise flickering in his gaze.
He got up from the recliner, walked into the shop, and placed a CD into the player.
Music filled the air again—this time, pure instrumental, the low hum of a saxophone accompanied by soft piano chords.
The old man said nothing, just watched Lin Mo’s expression.
Lin Mo closed his eyes, listening intently.
He didn’t critique the music itself but focused on the nuances of the sound.
After a moment, he spoke.
"The system handles the saxophone’s harmonics well, but the highs are a bit harsh. Maybe the capacitors aren’t broken in yet, or the cables could use better pairing."
The old man was stunned. Then he chuckled. "You sure some old-timer didn’t send you here to recite a script?"
He’d assumed Lin Mo was just a beginner who’d recognized the amp—but hearing the unbroken-in capacitors? That was something else.
With an approving grin, the old man clapped Lin Mo’s shoulder.
"Kid, your ears are sharper than mine. You’re the real deal. If you’re an expert, go ahead and browse." His tone turned sly.
Lin Mo smiled. "I’m not just window-shopping. I want a proper setup. Got any recommendations?"
The old man’s demeanor shifted, his gaze turning serious.
"What’re you looking for? What kind of music? I’ve got everything from cheap secondhand speakers to high-end gear worth tens of thousands. But you know—value’s one thing; skill’s another."
Lin Mo already had a decent sound system at home, tuned by his father.
But he wanted one for his rented place too—after all, he was staying there long-term.
After a pause, he laid out his requirements.
Volume wasn’t the priority; purity of sound was.
The old man knew right away—this kid wouldn’t be fooled.
After decades in the business, he’d seen all kinds of customers.
Some would point at the biggest speaker and ask, "Does this get loud?"
Others would spout specs like they knew it all, when they barely understood half of it.
But Lin Mo’s request stood out.
It wasn’t about raw power—it was about the essence of sound.
Loudness was easy—just get a big speaker. But clarity at low volumes? That demanded precision in equalizers, compressors, tube amps, and cables.
Definitely a high-end customer.
And, more importantly, someone he could actually talk to.
At his age, money wasn’t the main concern.
He could drop dead any day—what he really wanted was someone to share his passion with.
"Purity, huh? That’s tricky. What genre? Classical, jazz, or pop? Most youngsters go for pop."
Lin Mo thought for a moment. "A bit of everything, but if I had to pick—instrumentals and vocals. So layering and detail matter."
The old man nodded slowly.
"Instrumentals and vocals? That means higher demands on mid-to-high frequencies. Equalizers, compressors, tube amps, cables—it all adds up. And it’s expensive."
Lin Mo gave a faint smile. "Budget isn’t an issue. As long as it’s worth it. Besides, this is the only place to find the good stuff."
The old man’s expression softened.
A customer who truly appreciated sound was rare.
"Wait here. I’ve got a few setups in mind, but I’ll need to get them from some old buddies. Guaranteed to satisfy."
Business in audio shops like his was dwindling.
Customers were either clueless or experts.
The worst? The know-it-alls who actually knew nothing.
But this kid? Definitely not one of them.
With that, the old man walked out.
That was Tao Street’s charm—if he didn’t have what you wanted, he’d get it from someone who did.
Of course, the price wouldn’t be cheap—middlemen took their cut.
But it saved the hassle of hunting everything down yourself.
And Lin Mo wasn’t strapped for cash these days.
Before long, the old man returned—with another old man in tow.
No middleman after all. The owner was honest.
Maybe because the industry was fading, these audio enthusiasts just wanted someone to talk shop with.
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
