The Boss, I'm Back

Habits are terrifying. Bai Yang was horrified to discover that after living like a lord for a while, with food brought to his mouth, even the instinct to feed himself had started to fade...

He lay sprawled across the table like all the bones had been sucked out of him, staring at the busy figure in the kitchen, waiting for her to come over and spoon-feed him.

Little Cat—that was the girl's name, which Bai Yang learned on his eighth day in this world. Eight days in this world's time.

Here, the name "Little Cat" was usually used to describe tigers!

Anyway, Bai Yang absolutely could not connect the word "Little Cat" with a tiger. Wasn't a little cat that kind of creature that went "meow" and acted cute?

So yeah, Bai Yang felt the girl's name should have been Tigress...

Every language goes through a long evolution. It carries a place's culture, life, and customs. Without understanding a place's culture and customs, it's hard to grasp what certain words really mean.

Back on Earth, in the Guizhou dialect, the word "yao'er" often meant "wife"—how many people knew that?

His mind wandering with random thoughts, Little Cat finished grilling the meat and set it on the table. Having grown used to Bai Yang's habits, she no longer cooked with the bold, unrestrained style of the locals. The meat was cut into small pieces, grilled until fragrant, though the flavor was a bit monotonous.

"I wonder what plant they use to smoke the meat around here. The smoked meat never gets old. I've eaten grilled meat every meal so many times and still don't feel sick of it."

Muttering to himself, he didn't even shift his lazy posture, just opened his mouth waiting for Little Cat to feed him.

And yet, the beautiful girl Little Cat didn't find anything wrong with it. She carefully picked up a piece of grilled meat and placed it in Bai Yang's mouth, even thoughtfully wiping the grease from the corner of his lips...

How many people wanted to kill Bai Yang just from seeing that scene?

"Little Cat."

Bai Yang looked up at her. Pronouncing "Little Cat" in the local dialect was extremely awkward, and Bai Yang's accent wasn't quite right—it sounded about as off as a foreigner on Earth saying "nee how."

"Hm?"

Little Cat stared at Bai Yang without blinking.

"Nothing. I just need to leave for a while," Bai Yang said haltingly, gesturing as he spoke.

But when Little Cat heard this, she froze. Her face turned pale, and her big eyes fixed on Bai Yang, on the verge of tears.

"Don't be sad. I'll come back. It won't take long."

"Then... I'll wait for you!"

Bai Yang left without hesitation. He went back to his room, packed his bag, and walked out the door.

As for why Little Cat had been following him, Bai Yang had asked. But the answer he got was just... ridiculous. Little Cat's reply was that her grandfather had told her to stick with Bai Yang. That reason was so simple and blunt!

Oh, and Little Cat's grandfather was the village chief, the white-bearded old man...

This made Bai Yang complain more than once: Was giving away your granddaughter like that even legal? Was she really his biological granddaughter? Bai Yang honestly didn't know what to say about it.

Although Bai Yang had been going back to Earth almost every day before, this time he had something to do that would take a while. So he had to "leave" in the eyes of the villagers. He didn't doubt the villagers' ability to accept things, but disappearing without a trace would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

Under Little Cat's reluctant gaze, Bai Yang walked out the door. When he reached the village square, he ran into Hu Zi—the guy Bai Yang had mentally labeled Number Three Barbarian.

Seeing him, Bai Yang couldn't help but laugh again. No help for it—this guy was just too funny. One of his eyes was swollen red, his eyelashes completely gone. And the cause of this disaster? The guy's own stupidity.

The day before, he'd seen Bai Yang playing with a lighter, gotten curious, and borrowed it to study. Fascinated by the flame's appearance, he pressed the switch and brought it right up to his eye to stare at it closely. The flame shot out... Well, that image was enough to make you wince.

"Hu Zi, next time I come, I'll bring you something fun."

Bai Yang waved at Hu Zi, walked toward the village gate, and slipped out of sight, vanishing from this world.

Back in the rented villa, it was barely ten in the morning on Earth.

The smile faded from his face. He dropped his bag on the floor and collapsed weakly onto the big bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His eyes were full of confusion.

The reason for this was that his experiences in that world over the past few days had left a deep impression on him. The villagers there lived simple, hard lives, but they were happy. They never complained. Even knowing the jungle was dangerous, they went in again and again, full of hope for life.

But when Bai Yang saw a few villagers who had been crippled or severely injured fighting beasts, he couldn't let it go. The feeling of watching helplessly, unable to do anything, left a bitter taste in his heart.

He wasn't a doctor. He couldn't treat the injured villagers in the best way. All he could do was give them some tetanus shots or penicillin to prevent infection.

"Red Sandalwood, ginseng, Hundred Fruit Wine—these things might not mean much to them, but to me, they're worth millions. I owe them."

Bai Yang felt he had to do something for the villagers. Even if it was just for Little Cat's meticulous care of him during this time.

He got up, rubbed his face hard, and opened his phone to check his current wealth.

The second installment of Bai Yang's father's mortgage payment had already been deposited into his account. Also, the ginseng auction had concluded, and the auction house had transferred the funds.

After deducting the auction house's ten percent commission and the personal income tax, the ginseng had brought Bai Yang a total of over twelve million!

There were just too many rich people in this world. A four-hundred-year-old ginseng had actually sold for nearly fifteen million!

"In the future, I need to bring over more useless stuff and clean out the wallets of those rich folks who have nothing but money!"

If he didn't do that, Bai Yang felt he'd be letting himself down...

The huge sum of over twenty-two million in his account took Bai Yang a while to digest. The string of numbers made his head spin.

He forced his gaze away from that string of numbers, grabbed his keys, and hopped on his motorcycle to head out.

After twisting and turning through the streets, Bai Yang arrived at that military surplus store again.

The owner was still hunched behind the counter, fiddling with something. Hearing the noise, he looked up. He actually remembered Bai Yang and blurted out, "What are you here for again?"

"Hey, boss, I'm back," Bai Yang said with a grin.

The young owner stared at him expressionlessly and said, "Buddy, go cool off somewhere else. I really don't have what you're looking for."

"You know what I want?" Bai Yang said in surprise.

The young boss: "..."

"Alright, alright, I'm done joking. This time I came to ask you about something," Bai Yang said, finding a stool to sit down on his own. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and handed one to the other.

Bai Yang did smoke, but he wasn't really addicted—he could go days without one and be fine.

"What do you want to ask about?" A favor accepted made the boss reluctant to keep scowling at Bai Yang.

Look down on him all you want, the guy's a chain-smoker too. The special Changbai Mountain Charm cigarettes Bai Yang had paid a premium for from a tobacco seller after running several shops weren't for nothing.

Organizing his words, Bai Yang looked at the other and said, "It's like this—I want to ask you, where can I get armor made?"

"What the hell?"

The young boss of the military supply store stared at Bai Yang like he was an alien, his brain slow to catch up.

"Ahem, armor—the kind from ancient times, for charging into battle. Do you know where I can buy it?" Bai Yang said bluntly.

"Come on, man, are you into cosplay? You should find some online," the boss said, speechless.

Waving a hand, Bai Yang explained, "Not those crappy knockoffs online. What would I do with useless junk? I need real armor—battle armor, the kind you can wear that actually provides defense. Preferably pure metal, iron or steel plate armor. Do you have any connections for that?"

"Seriously, what the hell are you trying to do?" The boss stared at Bai Yang, utterly baffled.

Bai Yang's eyes lit up. There's a way!

He lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, and said with gravitas, "I'm planning to assemble a cold-weapon army to conquer the universe. This crucial mission starts with forging battle armor. Got it? Keep it secret for me..."

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