After returning, Yang Xuan sighed. He had just been in Hong Kong in 1990, but now he was back on the main plane, in his somewhat messy dormitory. It felt like he had lived through another lifetime. Yang Xuan felt that he needed to spend more time on the main plane in the future, lest he lose track of where he was.
Ding~ The host has added an energy system. Strength has increased greatly. Time control and storage space have changed from the original 1:500 to 1:1000,
The space has increased from 10 cubic meters to 100 cubic meters.
Huh, this is a good thing. System, check my data.
The data showed: Personal Attribute Table.
Host: Yang Xuan Abilities: Physical strength (10 men), telekinesis (800 kilograms), Neijiaquan (early Hua Jin), 96 years of internal cultivation (first-rate Inner Force) Skills: Telekinesis series, Baji Quan (mastery), Tian Can Divine Skill (great mastery), Tathagata Palm (great mastery), Seven Spin Slash (mastery), Bewitching Soul Grand Technique (mastery), Axe Aura (minor mastery) System skills: 1. Time control 1:1000 2. Storage space: 100 cubic meters.
His strength was increasing rather quickly. Although he had already reached a superhuman level, Yang Xuan's mindset remained the same as before: muddling through without goals. Although he had always been looking for ways to increase his strength, Yang Xuan still had no clear goal for why he wanted to become stronger. In fact, many people first set a small goal and then slowly worked toward achieving it.
Yang Xuan felt that things were pretty good as they were. He would work hard to increase his strength and wealth. Otherwise, by the time he needed them, it would be too late.
Yang Xuan not only did not mock himself, but actually felt fortunate that he had been able to preserve his original nature. Put harshly, he had no grand ambitions and was hopelessly unmotivated.
Next, he needed to get a good rest. Sometimes, because of the uncertainty of the plot, he needed to make preparations, and that was precisely what Yang Xuan hated most. He liked overwhelming his opponents or meeting force with force—things that did not require much thought.
Looking at the alarm clock beside the bed, he saw that only a little over two hours had passed.
Yang Xuan started up his Little Donkey and drove toward the villa.
The summer sunlight was dazzling. Riding his Little Donkey, he felt the breeze gently brush his cheeks. It was comfortable, relaxing, and filled him with anticipation.
"Hello. My car and motorcycle keys—the people at the dealership said they had left them at the security office, right?"
"You're Mr. Yang, right? Yes. Let me verify your phone number. Everything's fine. Here are your keys."
As expected of a villa bought at such an exorbitant price—even the property management was this professional.
He hurried to the basement of the house. Looking at the numerous sorting boxes, Yang Xuan was quite satisfied.
He stretched lazily. The next task was going to be a huge project.
With a wave of his hand, gold rings, necklaces, ornaments, gold bars, gold bricks, and jewelry filled the floor. There was nothing he could do about it. Yang Xuan was not a professional, so with divine perception and hand speed dozens of times greater than an ordinary person's, he rapidly sorted everything. To put it nicely, he was sorting them; to put it bluntly, he was simply placing similar things together.
He tallied everything up: there were more than 22,000 pieces of jewelry. There was no way to distinguish whether they were valuable or not.
There were approximately 29,000 pieces of gold-inlaid ornaments.
There were approximately 40,000 pieces of pure gold items, gold bars, and gold bricks.
He was exhausted. Damn, he had really counted gold until his hands cramped. That would have been unimaginable in the past.
He toured the villa. Sure enough, the furniture, appliances, private gym, tea room, and screening room had all been arranged according to his requirements. Not bad. He picked up the phone. "Is this the butler department of Grand Noble Estate?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Hello, I'm a resident of China Number One. I heard that you can help clients run errands and handle some daily services, right?"
"That's right, sir. Ordinary small purchases are no problem."
"All right, then. Please buy me some instant noodles, cola, cigarettes, snacks, biscuits, and things like that. You can decide the quantities yourselves. Also, go to a hardware store and buy me a metal smelting furnace and 100 kilograms of metal molds."
"Understood, sir."
Since the purchases had not arrived yet, he went to the gym to try it out. Clang, clang, clang. The private gym was good, but unfortunately, it really was not suitable for Yang Xuan. An adult man's strength was around 100 kilograms, so the strength of ten men was one ton. However, quantitative change led to qualitative change. Concentrating the strength of ten men in one person was definitely not as simple as one plus one. Since there was no punching-power machine, he had no way to test it.
Lying in the swimming pool and soaking in the water was truly comfortable. Money really was wonderful. Hahahaha.
In a daze, he dozed off while lying in the pool.
Ringtone:
Or perhaps they had harbored ulterior motives all along.
Some people refused to repent and muddled right and wrong in their sleep.
They were worldly amid their sentimentality, while those around them dared not expose them.
The ringtone drifted leisurely through the air, playing a song Yang Xuan liked.
"Hello?" Yang Xuan's voice was slightly irritated. He had just woken up, after all. Everyone knew about morning temper.
"Mr. Yang, your snacks, drinks, cigarettes, and gold-melting furnace have all been purchased."
"All right, Alice, open the door."
Ding, received. Alice was the villa's intelligent butler. Although she was called intelligent, she was merely a rigid program.
Five people from the butler department, including the movers, walked in.
He called her. The refrigerator was in the first-floor kitchen, so the drinks should go in the refrigerator, while the other snacks should be placed in the storage room on the first floor. The gold-melting furnace and molds could simply be placed in the living room.
"Mr. Yang, the total comes to 130,000."
"Pfft, that expensive?"
"Mr. Yang, the drinks, snacks, and cigarettes only cost 2,000. The main expense was the gold-melting furnace and molds, which cost 100,000. The advantage is that they can process 500 kilograms of metal at once. The molds were also in stock, and there are five of them."
"All right, then. Sorry for the trouble. As for the payment, deduct 150,000 directly from my property account. The extra money is for you and the four workers to buy tea."
"Then, on behalf of the butler department, thank you."
After spending the entire day, he finally melted the 40,000 pure-gold items into nine 100-kilogram gold bars, for a total of 900 kilograms. Yang Xuan stood beside the gold and grinned foolishly. Gold really was beautiful, dazzlingly bright.
Yang Xuan's mind stirred slightly. He confirmed two things. First, he needed to find a truly professional gym with a punching-power machine.
The second was to consider the destination of his next transmigration.
There was no need to rush the second matter for now. He would enjoy life properly and adapt to his current changes in strength. Finding a gym was for that very purpose.
"Hello, is this the butler department? Yes, it's me. I wanted to ask whether there are any gyms nearby."
"Yes. There are three large gyms and two fitness clubs near Grand Noble Estate. It mainly depends on whether Mr. Yang has any requirements."
"My requirements are that it be professional, have a punching-power testing machine, and, finally, have private individual workout rooms."
"I've checked. The gym that meets your needs is a fitness club about one kilometer from here—Muscle Paradise."
"All right, thank you." He hung up after speaking.
One kilometer—was that very close? He might as well take his Little Donkey.