"I genuinely do not have 200,000 right now! I beg you older brothers to grant me a bit more time, I promise to scrape it together as fast as possible!"
"Your ultimate repayment deadline has already arrived. We will give you one more week; if you still cannot pay, we will go to court to apply for a compulsory execution."
"Alright, alright, alright, I will definitely pay it back."
Facing the bank personnel who came to his home to press for the loan, Yang Genshuo exhausted every polite word before finally sending them away.
He returned to the small courtyard, sat on the reclining chair beneath the pomegranate tree, and looked at everything in the yard as past events surged into his heart.
In three years he opened three script-murder stores. From making a profit to breaking even to losing money, every step he took possessed a sort of linear beauty.
Closing early stopped the losses early. Taking advantage of the fact that a handful of fools were still willing to take over at low prices, Yang Genshuo sold all three stores. After liquidating his assets, he still owed the bank 200,000.
The marriage money his parents prepared for him was entirely buried inside, and he was about to become a notorious unfilial son across the village—the kind people gossiped about for a lifetime.
If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered with this yard, or else I could have kept 300,000 in hand.
Yang Genshuo felt somewhat annoyed.
The place where he lived was Gu Village, which was the final stop on the Shimen City subway line.
This small courtyard was rented, and he had signed a thirty-year lease contract with only three years having just passed.
In these three years, he transformed this abandoned rural courtyard step by step into a comfortable and cozy modernized yard, and even built a subterranean doomsday safe house for himself, moving plenty of reserve supplies into it.
Yang Genshuo was someone who placed great emphasis on emergency evacuation, believing that he ought to possess the capability to handle extreme situations such as nuclear warfare, viral outbreaks, and global cooling.
When he initially chose to rent this place, it wasn't because he couldn't afford a home in the city, but rather because this property came with a basement. He only needed to perform a few remodeling projects to construct his personal underground shelter.
And the events that occurred in previous years truly made his safe house useful. While other people couldn't eat meat a few times a month, he flaunted various meat canned goods every single day. That period when everyone else was losing weight ended up fattening him up with a big belly.
Ding-dong~
The WeChat notification sound dragged Yang Genshuo back from his memories.
Transfer: 30,000 yuan.
Lin Yue: Brother Shuo, I have 30,000 here that I can't finish using myself. Go use it to pay the bank.
Little Yue...
He remembered that girl with gentle brows and eyes, clear and lively, her wrist always adorned with a pretty string of wind chimes.
Thinking of her naturally brought to mind the tinkle-tinkle-tinkle~ of those wind chimes.
Lin Yue was a special clerk in his script store. When Yang Genshuo originally recruited her, he harbored other motives, yet never expected that now...
Hah, you silly girl, how could I possibly want your money?
He did not accept it.
Sigh, I'll have to borrow some money from old friends first.
He went to the underground safe house, retrieved one pack of self-heating curry chicken rice and one canned box, brought them to the study, and opened the computer.
Yang Genshuo prepared to draft a good-adoptive-father name list to squeeze some money out of them.
After the computer booted up, the screen flickered for a moment, then jumped to a gorgeous and majestic immortal realm scene, looking eighty percent similar to the promotional scams of certain immortal cultivation web games.
The next moment, a few lines of text appeared in the exact center of the screen.
Immortal Cultivation Family Simulator
Hardcore immortal cultivation! Experience a completely authentic immortal cultivation family cultivation from scratch
Please determine your lineage surname: __
Yang Genshuo paused slightly.
"A web game advertisement?"
"Damn it! I was already annoyed today because I got urine on my hand, and you're still popping up trash ads for me!"
Yet he picked up the mouse and searched around without finding a quit button. The strangest part was that pressing the chassis's restart button had no effect at all.
"What kind of novel virus is this? It can even lock my hardware? Don't be too ridiculous!"
As a member of the Tuoba hardware community with a slight understanding of PC building, Yang Genshuo didn't quite comprehend the current situation.
After trying to operate it left and right with no way to shut down the computer, Yang Genshuo suddenly realized something, and he decided to follow the game flow for now.
Yang
After inputting the surname, the animation on the screen rapidly magnified, magnified, and magnified again, bringing his perspective directly before a graveyard covered in white snow.
The surroundings were desolate and uninhabited, with only a ragged, listless beggar kneeling thinly before one of the low graves.
At the head of the grave stood a relatively square stone monument, with only a large character Yang carved upon it.
The beggar tremblingly used a paper lighter to ignite three sticks of incense, inserting them into a tattered bronze incense burner, in front of which was placed a plate of pastries.
Wisp upon wisp of smoke leisurely drifted upward.
"Unfilial descendant Yang Shi comes before the ancestors' graves to pay respects, and has an important matter to report to the ancestors."
"In my sixth year, my Yang family was completely slaughtered. Because I was outside feeding a few little beggars, I escaped with my life, and subsequently became one of the beggars, beginning a life of drifting from place to place."
"Twelve years having passed in the blink of an eye, I have stubbornly survived to adulthood and returned to my hometown to investigate the events of that year. My Yang family's ancestral residence has already become an estate belonging to the Xiang Family, heavily guarded. I merely climbed the wall to take a look when I was discovered by guards, beaten heavily, and thrown onto the street."
"Old Ancestor, as far as I know, this Xiang Family possesses multiple Xiantian experts and reportedly even serves as officials in the imperial court. Even the servants guarding the home are so fierce, and the chances of revenge are slim—I will most likely die a violent death on the street."
"I have calmed my mind and pondered deeply. At present, there is only one strategy that can resolve the blood feud of my Yang family!"
"To this end, I have made a decision that goes against the ancestors: starting today, I will no longer bear the surname Yang!"
Thump, thump, thump!
Three kowtows went down, and the smoke before the grave grew misty, obscuring the offerings.
Yang Genshuo: "?"
Leaving aside the question of whether this game could be closed or not, and disregarding the fact that the game utilized live-action photography methods, this development was far too casual!
"My only descendant runs away at the start?"
Clearly, as a god-like perspective, he was playing the role of the old ancestor within the Yang family's grave.
Hoo~~
A wisp of smoke drifted out from the computer, and a plate of pastries materialized out of thin air onto the computer desk.
Lines of text popped up on the right side of the computer screen:
Your descendant Yang Shi has successfully completed this year's ancestral worship ceremony
Incense Value +10
You have received offerings sacrificed by a member of the Yang lineage: one plate of pastries
Shall you bestow a reward upon the Yang family descendant?
Yang Genshuo glanced at the pastries on the table, then looked back at the computer screen.
"?"
After freezing for a few seconds, Yang Genshuo picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.
"Ptui, ptui, ptui!"
"It choked me to death!"
"The props inside this game actually came over into reality?"
The supernatural phenomenon unfolding before his eyes genuinely startled Yang Genshuo for a while.
Realizing that he might have encountered some massive opportunity, he couldn't help the corners of his mouth from curling upward.
"This is getting interesting."
As Yang Shi's sacrificial offering in the game concluded, the time also ceased flowing, freezing on the scene of him kowtowing.
Just like his own turn in a strategy wargame.
Yang Genshuo was now able to operate, and he first moved his mouse over to Yang Shi.
He opened his character card.
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