The Great God

Live your life as you always have. No matter how much money you have, stick to your original intentions. After a moment of inexplicable panic, Zhang Hao finally stabilized his mindset. He knew very well that if he became restless, it would be impossible to return to a peaceful life.

Zhang Hao temporarily set aside the matter of the huge sum of money in his account and began to ponder the pile of electronic equipment in the basement. He couldn't figure out what Mi Feng wanted.

One day, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he asked, "Mi Feng, can you tell me... what kind of equipment is in the basement?"

Even if I told you... you wouldn't understand!

This dismissive remark left Zhang Hao speechless. He admitted he didn't understand, but if he were told what it was for, he might grasp some of it.

Zhang Hao gave a wry smile. "Do you have to be so discouraging?"

You'll get used to it slowly.

Zhang Hao touched his nose. "Alright, you're the Great God, you have the final say!"

Great God? Hmm, that name is good. I'll call myself Great God from now on.

Zhang Hao said, "Why did you change your name? Aren't you too irresponsible?"

I have the final say! Please call me Great God from now on!

"Great God!"

Zhang Hao called him Great God without any hesitation. He truly believed this person was a Great God – knowledgeable, good at making money, and most importantly, someone Zhang Hao genuinely admired. In his life, Zhang Hao had never truly admired anyone, but after witnessing Mi Feng's methods, he was truly convinced. He couldn't imagine anyone more capable than Mi Feng.

As for the collection of assembled items in the basement, Zhang Hao chose to ignore them. He genuinely couldn't understand what Mi Feng was doing. Since the money was all his, he figured Mi Feng could do whatever he pleased. Besides a bit of curiosity, Zhang Hao had no other feelings about it.

Autumn arrived quickly. Fallen leaves drifted outside the window, reminding Zhang Hao that four months had passed since he struck it rich. During this time, besides watching his account balance continue to skyrocket, Mi Feng had begun large-scale procurement again. Parcels and wooden crates arrived daily. Following instructions, Zhang Hao delivered the items to the basement.

Day after day, under Mi Feng's guidance, Zhang Hao became an assembly worker, constantly installing things. He was too lazy to ask questions. If Mi Feng wanted something assembled, he'd assemble it. However, the items he'd been installing for the past few days were a bit strange.

Zhang Hao stared at the assembled machine. He thought it looked like a giant ant, or perhaps a giant spider. It was peculiar, with eight legs and three spherical parts. The front two legs resembled robotic arms. A thick cable was connected to a power outlet, likely charging.

"What is this? A robot?" Looking at the machine, which resembled a giant ant, slowly moving on the ground before stopping, Zhang Hao asked curiously.

You don't understand. You don't need to come down to the basement anymore. If something is mailed, you just need to open the package and place the item at the turn of the stairs.

Zhang Hao's heart skipped a beat. He immediately deduced that the giant ant-like machine he had just assembled was indeed a robot. However, he no longer had a chance to voice his opinion.

Since he couldn't stop it, he decided to ignore it.

"Okay, that makes things easier for me. Great God, I'm going home to live recently."

As you wish. I'll notify you if I need you. Don't go too far; stay in Ning City. There are still some things I need you to do.

Zhang Hao sighed. He instinctively felt something was wrong. Since he couldn't interfere, he might as well distance himself for now.

He agreed, packed a laptop, and ambled home.

He climbed to the seventh floor and returned to his old, dilapidated apartment. Dust had accumulated over the past few months. For someone with Zhang Hao's mild germaphobia, it was unbearable. He spent over an hour cleaning the room. Suddenly, he felt an extreme sense of confinement. After living in a large villa for months, returning to this old residential area felt completely different.

The apartment that had once seemed quite comfortable now looked increasingly run-down, almost uninhabitable.

Indeed, it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. This is fair to everyone. Once you've gotten used to a good life, living an ordinary life becomes challenging.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao had experienced hardship in his childhood, so after cleaning, he gradually got used to it.

He opened his laptop and said, "I'm home!" He had become accustomed to talking to the computer. Over the past few months, he hadn't gone out much because he had the computer for occasional communication. Coupled with the busy work of unpacking boxes and assembling things, he hadn't felt lonely. It was understandable; he was exhausted like a dead dog every day and slept soundly at night, leaving no time for idle thoughts.

A rapid knocking sound echoed.

Zhang Hao wondered who it could be. This was an old residential area with no property management. Besides a very small number of people who knew he lived here, almost no one would visit.

He opened the door and was surprised to see Gangzi. "Gangzi, why are you here?"

"Holy crap, you're still alive! You don't answer your phone or reply to WeChat. You're practically a shut-in! I've been here twice already, and this is the third time. If I couldn't find you again, should I call the police or call the police?"

"Gangzi, sorry, I've been busy lately and haven't been staying here. I just got home. Come in and talk."

"Busy? Busy with what? Were you raising mice?"

As he spoke, Gangzi walked into the living room. This person was one of Zhang Hao's good drinking buddies and also one of his agents. This type of agent is completely different from agents in the entertainment industry. These agents, to put it bluntly, are middlemen. They take on jobs and then subcontract them to others, earning the difference in price.

Hu Gang entered the house, still annoyed, and then saw the freshly cleaned floor with residual water stains. A slight sniff told him that Zhang Hao wasn't lying; he had indeed just returned.

"Where have you been?" Hu Gang plopped down on a wooden chair, making it creak loudly.

Zhang Hao glanced at him. "Gangzi, you should lose some weight!"

"Lose weight my ass!" He took out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out, placed it in his mouth, and lit it. He knew Zhang Hao didn't smoke other people's cigarettes, only his own Zhongnanhai brand.

Zhang Hao hadn't switched brands and was still smoking Zhongnanhai. Hu Gang quickly lit his cigarette for him.

"I lined up two good design projects for you these past few months. But I couldn't find you, which made things incredibly difficult for me... These two jobs were quite lucrative, but it's a shame you can't take them..."

Hu Gang was surprised to see that Zhang Hao showed no sign of regret, which meant he didn't care at all. He had intended to provoke him, but now he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Hao perfunctorily replied, "Yeah, what a shame, what a shame..." His face showed no hint of regret.

Hu Gang's small eyes fixed on Zhang Hao. "Something's not right. Did you go get rich somewhere? You have the look of someone who doesn't lack money!"

Holy crap!

Zhang Hao was startled, then realized this guy had just said it casually, and it turned out to be the truth. Of course, Zhang Hao wasn't a pushover; his mind worked quickly. He chuckled, "Holy crap, you figured that out! Of course, I went to get rich. Haha, I wasn't poor to begin with, so what's the big deal about getting a little richer?"