Tears of Poverty

A luxury car worth millions was driving on the road. Although it was not uncommon in Dachang City, it was still rare and attracted the attention of pedestrians on the roadside.

Some people envy it, some people are jealous.

"Wow, that's Bentley! It looks so expensive, it must cost hundreds of thousands!" a girl who was shopping with her boyfriend exclaimed.

"It'll probably cost around five million, and you're only offering a few hundred thousand? You're really ignorant."

A taxi parked nearby, its front end slightly mangled from the collision, had its window rolled down. A man, smoking a cigarette, said in a deep voice, "If any other car pissed me off, I'd just rear-end it. But I really don't dare go after this one."

"Five million? Look at others, look at you, you don't even own a car worth a few hundred thousand. And they look younger and more handsome than you. You really need to work harder," the girl said to her boyfriend.

The man curled his lip and said, "So what if you're rich? Being rich doesn't necessarily mean you're as happy as we are."

Yang Jian, who was waiting at a red light, looked out the car window after hearing this and said, "Sorry, being rich really brings happiness."

"Holy crap."

The man's face darkened, then he forced a retort, "Even if you're rich and happy, you're still single. I'm different; I have a girlfriend."

After saying that, he proudly raised his head.

Yang Jian thought for a moment, then rolled down the car window.

Behind them, Jiang Yan, who was playing on her phone, came into view.

"What's wrong? Are you home yet?" Jiang Yan looked up, somewhat bewildered.

Although Aunt Jiang is a bit older, she is indeed quite beautiful. In addition, she dressed up carefully before going out. Her curvaceous figure and pretty face, combined with the dress she wore, made her look both innocent and alluring. She can be considered a beauty.

"It's almost nine o'clock. How about I stay at your place tonight? I'll finish the paperwork for you tomorrow," the saleswoman whispered, revealing her reluctance to leave.

She was simply scared and had started to become paranoid.

However, this saleswoman was also quite attractive, mature and poised, dressed in a professional uniform, exuding a unique allure.

"It doesn't matter. Since you're in sales, I'll make an exception and let you stay for one day without paying rent," Yang Jian, then looked at the person on the roadside.

"Damn it, what does this mean?"

When the man saw Yang Jian driving with two beautiful women, he almost burst into tears.

Having money is one thing, but to insist on hurting yourself like this is another.

She's so young and already knows how to have fun; she should be careful not to develop kidney problems.

"Even if you're rich, even if you have a girlfriend, you're just a useless rich kid. I have many talents that you don't. Tell me, what skills do you have besides a few stinking coins?" the man retorted forcefully.

Even if you lose the game, don't lose your spirit.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "I can drive Bentley with one hand, is that considered a skill?"

"I can ride a bicycle with one hand, I can fix computers, I can make brown sugar water," the man said, tears of poverty streaming down his face.

I'm leaving, I'm not playing with you anymore.

This is outrageous! Do you know how hard it is for a nobody like me to live? I was just walking down the street when I had to run into you, this rich kid.

"Why is he crying?" Jiang Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Yang Jian, "Perhaps they were discouraged."

"Friend, don't rush off yet, I have something for you." Suddenly, he remembered something and called out to him.

"So what if you're rich? I don't care. Keep it for yourself. I may be poor, but I'm not poor in spirit."

The man was devastated and, wiping away tears, prepared to leave.

Yang Jian said, "I have a car parked in a corner of the city center. If you can find it someday, I'll give it to you. Although it can't be transferred to your name, you can keep it and drive it." As he spoke, he held out the car keys to the Benz.

"Brother, from now on I'll be your brother for life. You're the older brother, and I'm the younger brother. Although we're not from the same father or mother, we're closer than blood brothers."

The man suddenly ran over, grabbed Yang Jian's hand, and said excitedly.

"They're gone."

Yang Jian smiled, handed him the car keys, and then, as soon as the light turned green, he drove off.

"See that? My older brother is really something else, so generous," the man said excitedly, looking at the car keys in his hand.

However, Jiang Yan was dissatisfied in the car.

"Why give away a perfectly good car to a complete stranger? Why not keep it for me?"

Yang Jian, "That car is parked in the Ghost Domain. Even if the Ghost Domain disappears, who knows where the car is now? Can you find it? I certainly can't. Besides, it's Master Luo's car. You wouldn't need it. You might as well just give it to someone else to have some fun."

"Then what should I drive in the future?" Jiang Yan asked pitifully.

"You're rich, aren't you? Go buy it yourself," Yang Jian. "I've already given you a five million bonus, what more do you want?"

"That money was used to pay off debts," Jiang Yan said helplessly.

Yang Jian, "Then keep working and earning money. My salary is so high, you have to believe in yourself. You'll soon earn enough to buy a car."

"Stingy," Jiang Yan muttered.

He sleeps with you every day, but he won't even give you a car.

"Let's go to your house first and move the important things out, then we'll leave," Yang Jian said again.

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Leave here? Where to?"

"Guangjiang Residential Area. Didn't I tell you before that I was going to leave the city center and live in a more remote neighborhood to avoid getting caught up in paranormal events? These days, the more people there are, the more dangerous it is, and what happened to you today is the best proof of that," Yang Jian.

"I understand," Jiang Yan said.

The saleswoman next to him listened thoughtfully.

She was just an innocent passerby who was unwittingly dragged into this paranormal event.

Today's experience completely overturned all her understanding, and she suddenly fell into a mysterious and unknown world.

However, she was very discreet, only observing from beginning to end without asking any questions, silently keeping Yang Jian's every word and action in mind.

"Once I get back, I need to move out of the city center as soon as possible, and I should also tell my parents and relatives to leave the city center," the saleswoman thought to herself.

"By the way, what's your name?" Yang Jian.

"Me, me?"

The saleswoman was a little caught off guard. "My name is Zhang Liqin."

"As a way of repaying you for saving me today, would you mind going upstairs with this Sister Jiang to help carry some things down?" Yang Jian.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Liqin had no intention of refusing.

She dared not offend Yang Jian.

This is a formidable man who draws his gun at the drop of a hat and can even take down ghosts. Although he looks young, he inspires a strange sense of fear.

But for some reason, it made me feel safe.

Fearful yet wanting to rely on.

It's a very contradictory feeling.

This is probably what a master is like.

Aren't you going to help?

Jiang Yan got off the bus. "Those things weigh several hundred kilograms, they're very heavy."

"I'm hungry, I'm going to get some fried rice. Call me when you're done moving. If you think it's too heavy, you can ask your college classmate to help you move it; I think he lives next door," Yang Jian.

Jiang Yan rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll do it myself. You go eat your fried rice."

She couldn't move hundreds of kilograms of bricks, but she could not only move hundreds of kilograms of gold, she could even run over it.

"Please, lend me a hand."

Zhang Liqin said, "Okay, no problem, Miss Jiang."