Boss, I'm Here Again

Human habits were truly terrifying. Bai Yang discovered with a start that after spending a period of time living the pampered life of opening his mouth for food, even the basic instinct of feeding himself was beginning to gradually degenerate...

His whole body draped over the table as if his bones had been sucked out, watching the busy figure in the kitchen and simply waiting for the other person to come over and feed him a little later.

Little Cat. This was the name of the girl he had learned on the eighth day after coming to this world—the eighth day of this world's time, that is.

The two characters for Little Cat were generally used around these parts to describe tigers!

Anyway, no matter how hard Bai Yang tried, he simply couldn't connect a tiger with the words little cat. Wasn't a little cat supposed to be that kind of creature that meowed and acted cute?

So anyway, Bai Yang felt the girl's name ought to be Tigress...

Any language possessed a long process of evolution; it contained the cultural life, local customs, and practices of a place. Without understanding a local culture and its folkways, it was very difficult to comprehend what those words actually meant.

How many people knew that the two characters yao'er in the dialect of Earth's Qian region often represented a wife?

Thinking about a lot of messy things in his mind, Little Cat finished making the roasted meat and brought it to the table. Having already grown familiar with Bai Yang's daily habits, Little Cat no longer possessed the bold and unrestrained momentum of the people around here when she roasted meat; the meat was cut into small pieces and roasted until it was fragrant, though the seasoning was a little monotonous.

"I wonder what on earth the plant people around here use to cure meat is. The cured meat never gets tiresome to eat, and even though I've eaten so much roasted meat meal after meal, I actually never feel sick of it."

While he was muttering blindly in his heart, he hadn't changed his boss-like posture at all, opening his mouth to wait for Little Cat to feed him.

Yet the beauty Little Cat didn't feel there was anything wrong with this at all, carefully picking up a piece of roasted meat and placing it in Bai Yang's mouth, and even meticulously wiping the grease from the corner of his mouth...

Just how many people would want to hack Bai Yang to death at the sight of this scene?

"Little Cat."

Bai Yang raised his eyes to look at the other person. The pronunciation of the word little cat in the local tongue was extremely strange, and the way Bai Yang spoke it was still not very standard—roughly giving the feeling of a foreigner on Earth saying "ni hao."

"Hmm?"

Little Cat blinked unblinkingly as she looked at Bai Yang.

"It's nothing, I'm just going to leave for a little while," Bai Yang said haltingly as he gestured.

Yet upon hearing Bai Yang's words, Little Cat froze all at once. Her complexion turned somewhat pale, and a pair of large eyes gazed at Bai Yang as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

"Don't be sad, I'll still come back. It won't take much time."

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

Bai Yang left very decisively, returning to his room to pack his rucksack before heading out.

As for the question of why Little Cat would follow him, Bai Yang had also asked, but the answer he received left him completely speechless. Little Cat's reply was that her grandfather had told her to follow Bai Yang—this reason was simply that direct and brutal!

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

This led Bai Yang to muse inwardly for a time: was sending one's granddaughter away like this really not against the law? Was she truly his biological relative? Regarding this point, Bai Yang genuinely didn't know what to say.

Although Bai Yang had also returned to Earth almost every day previously, this time he had some matters to attend to that were estimated to take a bit of time, so he had to depart in full view of the villagers. He didn't doubt the villagers' capacity for acceptance, but slipping away silently would always cause unnecessary trouble, wouldn't it?

Under Little Cat's lingering, reluctant gaze, Bai Yang set out. When he arrived at the open space in the village, he ran into Hu Zi—which was to say, the Number Three Barbarian as defined in Bai Yang's heart.

Seeing him, Bai Yang laughed again. There was no helping it, this fellow was simply too hilarious: the guy had a red and swollen eye, and his eyelashes had vanished without a trace. The cause of this consequence was still this fellow courting death himself.

The previous day, he had seen Bai Yang playing with a lighter and became immensely curious, borrowing it to study. He felt that the appearance of the flame was utterly magical, and when pressing the switch, the guy had placed it right in front of his eye to observe with wide-open pupils. The moment the flame burst forth... well, that scene was a bit intoxicating.

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

Bai Yang waved at Hu Zi and headed toward the village gate, dodging people's lines of sight to flash and disappear from this world.

Returning to the rented villa, it was not even ten o'clock in the morning on Earth's side.

The smile faded from his face as he dropped the rucksack onto the floor. Bai Yang collapsed powerlessly onto the large bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long spell, his eyes very bewildered.

The reason he ended up like this was because what he had seen and heard over there in the past few days had left a deep impression on his heart. The villagers' lives over there were simple yet arduous, but they were happy and never complained about anything, even though they clearly knew the jungle was dangerous, yet they threw themselves into the jungle time and time again without a backward glance, clutching hope for life.

However, when Bai Yang saw several villagers who had been crippled or heavily wounded from battling beasts, his heart could not find peace no matter what. That feeling of watching helplessly while being completely powerless to act left a very sour taste in his chest.

He was not a doctor, and he couldn't treat the injured villagers in the most correct manner; the only thing he could do was give them shots of tetanus, penicillin, or the like to prevent infection.

"Red sandalwood timber, ginseng, Hundred Fruit Brew—these things might not amount to much to them, but to me they are worth tens of millions. I owe them!"

Bai Yang felt that he had to do something for the villagers, even if it were only for the sake of Little Cat taking such meticulous care of him for this period of time.

He got up, vigorously rubbed his cheeks twice, and opened his cell phone to check the wealth he currently possessed.

The second installment of the payments apportioned by Bai Yang's old man had already been wired to his account. Secondly, the ginseng auction had drawn to a close, and the auction house had already transferred the funds over.

Setting aside the auction house's hefty ten percent commission and the personal income tax handed over to the state, the ginseng had brought Bai Yang a full twelve million and more in returns!

There were simply far too many wealthy people in this world; a ginseng plant over four hundred years old had actually been auctioned off for the sky-high price of nearly fifteen million!

"In the future I must surely transport a few more useless things over to scour the pockets of those rich folks who are so poor they have nothing left except money!"

If he didn't do this, Bai Yang would feel he was doing a disservice to himself...

The twenty-two million and more in huge funds sitting in his account genuinely allowed Bai Yang some time to digest it, that string of numbers making his eyes swim as he looked at them.

Striving to shift his gaze away from that string of numbers, he grabbed his keys, straddled his motorcycle, and headed out.

Turning this way and that, Bai Yang once again arrived at that military surplus store.

The boss was still lowering his head behind the counter, bustling over goodness-knows-what contraption. Hearing the commotion, he raised his head and actually remembered Bai Yang, opening his mouth with the line: "What are you here for again?"

"Hi, boss, I'm here again," Bai Yang greeted with a grin.

The young boss said expressionlessly, "Buddy, wherever you came from, go cool off over there. I really don't have what you're looking for here."

"You know what I'm looking for?" Bai Yang asked in astonishment.

The young boss: "..."

"All right, all right, I won't joke with you. I've come this time to ask you about something," Bai Yang casually found a stool and sat down as he spoke, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, opening it, and offering a stick to the other person.

Bai Yang smoked, only he didn't have much of a nicotine habit; he could easily get through life without smoking for a few days.

"What are you asking about?" Taking someone's hand made one soft; the boss couldn't put on a sour face for Bai Yang anymore either.

To hell with the guy, he was also an old smoke fiend, and the special-supply Changbai Mountain Charm he had run to several shops to buy at a high price from a cigarette vendor wasn't just for show.

Gathering his thoughts, Bai Yang looked at the other person and said, "It's like this, I want to ask you around where someone makes armor."

"What kind of nonsense?"

The young boss of the military surplus store looked at Bai Yang as if looking at a space alien, his brain failing to make the mental turn all at once.

"Ahem, I mean armor—that ancient kind of armor used for charging into battle and killing the enemy. Do you know where any is sold?" Bai Yang said bluntly.

"No, I mean buddy, are you trying to play cosplay? There should be some on the internet," the boss said speechlessly.

Waving his hand, Bai Yang explained, "Not those messy props on the internet. Why would I need those useless things? What I need is that kind of real armor—battle armor—the kind you can wear on your body that has defensive capabilities, preferably pure metal-crafted iron and steel armor and the like. Do you have any connections here?"

"No, I mean what on earth are you trying to do?" The boss stared at Bai Yang in utter speechlessness.

Bai Yang's eyes lit up, thinking to himself that he had an in!

Lighting his cigarette, he took a deep drag and said with great solemnity, "I'm preparing to build a cold-weapon army to rule the universe, and this important mission starts with forging battle armor. Understand? Remember to keep it confidential..."

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