“Hit it! Five times!” the young guy shouted excitedly. Fortunately, the place was relatively remote and the street noisy, so hardly anyone noticed him.
“Oh, your luck... sigh...” Ma Laoliu dejectedly handed over fifteen hundred, then looked at the guy expectantly.
The young guy took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and was about to take the bag off his back.
Suddenly, two people rushed over, shouting.
Everyone at the stall turned to look. When they saw that the newcomers were carrying knives, Wang Ergou, also known as Wang Two-Dogs, was scared stiff.
“So it’s you, messing with my sister! Trying to run, were you?”
The guy with the backpack immediately turned and fled. The two knife-wielding men gave chase. For a moment, it left several con artists playing their scheme dumbfounded.
“Brother Ma, what do we do now?” it took a while for Wang Ergou to react.
“What do we do? Chase them!” Ma Laoliu gritted his teeth. How could he have known that the seemingly honest guy had enemies?
“Brother Ma, maybe we can’t chase them anymore...”
As Ma Laoliu turned around after pulling a weapon from the box, several stern faces appeared right in front of him.
“You’ve been reported for using street games as a front for gambling fraud. All of you come with us.”
“What’s that in your hand?” a sharp-eyed police officer spotted the blade in Ma Laoliu’s grip.
“Ah, I, I...”
In a nearby alley, the young backpacker was catching his breath: “That was thrilling! Eldest Brother, how did you know they’d let me win?”
The two who had been chasing him were also leaning against the wall, panting.
Fang Zhiyi, wearing a mask, smiled: “It’s like fishing. They were sure you were a big catch, so they were willing to use more bait. As for what came after... I was just gambling too.”
“Huh?”
“Gambling that they wouldn’t want to waste their investment. Several people are acting out a scene, but you were betting with the money you’d won. If they let you lose, it’d be all for nothing—at most they’d make twenty bucks. But if they let you win, you might go all in on the next round. Which would you choose?”
“Eldest Brother, you’re amazing.” The young guy pulled out the money and handed it to Fang Zhiyi, then took out a stack of cash from his backpack. He peeled off the top and bottom bills, revealing a pile of fake funeral money underneath.
Fang Zhiyi took the cash and handed half of it back: “As agreed, half for you.”
“Eldest Brother, you’re generous!” the young guy beamed. He exchanged glances with his two companions; all three were college students on a trip. Having suddenly gained a few hundred bucks made them happy, and the adventure itself was thrilling.
“Remember, don’t try this yourself. This kind of behavior is essentially gambling. Once you get hooked gambling, you’re done for.”
Fang Zhiyi turned and walked away.
When he’d been looking for help, he’d specially asked Xiaoxiaohei. Only after getting a positive answer did he proceed.
As he left, he caught sight of the gamblers being escorted into the police station, followed by a few victims.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with the world these days. If it were me, I’d have called the cops the first time I lost,” Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
Today, Fang Xiaolian had more starting capital. No longer just focusing on pencils, she looked at other school supplies.
When she and Fang Zhiyi went up the hill that evening, she reported her observations.
“I noticed erasers and correction tape sell way better than pencils.”
Fang Zhiyi didn’t look back: “That’s called market demand. It’s good to observe, but your cost for getting the goods is too high, so your profit margin is low. That means less money for me.”
Fang Xiaolian listened closely, but Fang Zhiyi didn’t continue.
So she bent her head and started doing the math in her mind.
She did her homework first as usual. After she finished, Fang Zhiyi told her to start climbing trees. He said there were certain fruits and insect molts in the trees. Fang Xiaolian didn’t understand, but she could only silently obey. The way he made her climb was awkward and especially tiring.
They stayed at it until evening, and then Fang Zhiyi took her home.
When Hu Xiulian saw Fang Xiaolian all dirty, her face was full of disgust. She turned to ask: “How much did you earn today?”
“Twenty.” Fang Zhiyi shoved ten yuan at Hu Xiulian. She pocketed it immediately: “Hmph, a worthless girl’s just a worthless girl. Working your tail off for this measly amount.”
Compared to Fang Xiaolian’s messy state, Liu Wen and Liu Wu were both scornful.
Didn’t that little wretch earn that money only to hand it over to her?
A few days passed like this. Fang Zhiyi told them Fang Xiaolian had to earn money. Hu Xiulian didn’t complain, because she still got her share—small as it might be, it was better than feeding a freeloader.
Anyway, there were still the two old folks at home to do the chores.
One morning, noise outside woke Hu Xiulian from her sleep. She put on her clothes and went out, scowling: “What’s all this racket so early?”
The flustered old woman—Fang Zhiyi’s mother—looked at the table Liu Wen had overturned and was at a loss.
“Mom, they—they’re playing favorites!” Liu Wen pointed a finger at Grandma.
Fang Zhiyi, who had just come out, narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
“Xiao Wen, what are you talking about?” When Hu Xiulian realized her own son had overturned the table, her tone softened. She had thought those two old folks were creating trouble.
“They’ve been giving Xiao Wu an egg every day, but not me!” Liu Wen’s pent-up grievances burst out. “Just now, I even saw her slipping Xiao Wu allowance money!”
He’d actually seen them doing it over the past few days, but it was today that he finally caught the act. Remembering how he’d been helping his mom with work while getting less and less pocket money, he exploded.
“Ha?” Hu Xiulian was stunned for a moment. She turned to Fang Zhiyi’s mother, confusion on her face.
“Well, well... Xiao Wu is young and needs nutrition. Xiao Wen is the older brother; it’s only natural for him to give in to his younger brother...” The old woman shot a quick glance at her son and stammered.
Hu Xiulian was quiet for a moment. Come to think of it, Xiao Wu was a whole head shorter than Xiao Wen. Still, the egg thing...
Before she could think it through, Fang Zhiyi suddenly exploded: “I keep telling you not to meddle! You just have to mess things up!”
His voice was so loud it startled everyone into turning around.
Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and shoved his mother: “Pack your things now. Let’s go!”
“Son, where do you want me to go...” his mother clearly didn’t catch on.
“Let’s go! I’m sending you to Second Brother’s place! You’re not staying here anymore! You can’t even do one thing right!” There was no hesitation in Fang Zhiyi’s words.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi’s actions, the anger brewing in Hu Xiulian subsided a little. She turned to her eldest son: “Xiao Wen, what she said wasn’t wrong. You’re the big brother; you should take care of your little brother...”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
