Chapter 92: “Are you going to sell your life to me?”

After the dialogue between the big Zu character and the (autopilot) little Zu, Chu Zu was somewhat disappointed.

“The autopilot can simulate little Zu's personality and dialogue based on the context. But once the topic deviates, the autopilot either gets carried away, or it starts to talk to itself.”

He said to the system in the sea of consciousness, “Then why is it so expensive?”

It was tens of thousands of credit points.

System: “...I understand, Host. I still have to complain.”

It was still resentful that it had once strongly recommended this product.

The starting point of convenience for the host was definitely not a problem, so it could only be that the product itself had a flaw.

The little yellow chicken knew what this was called, it was called a serious infringement of consumer rights.

But now, the system put the matter of complaining about the unscrupulous props to the back of its mind and first read the fifty-thousand-word Third Economic Law over and over again.

Chu Zu: “You’ve also noticed that something’s not right.”

The system nodded.

In The Third Economic Law, it basically told the story of the male protagonist Meng Yu'an's first visit to the Financial Street from his perspective.

Since it was an investigation-oriented mission, Meng Yu'an and his group's arrangements were very steady.

They did not aim to earn a large amount of funds to leave, but played one game a week.

In addition to the side jobs with a high winning rate but low odds, it was enough for Meng Yu'an and his group to maintain their lives on the Financial Street and slowly expand their exploration.

Due to the limited length, the fifty thousand words could not explain too much of the characters' backgrounds.

Whether it was the games Meng Yu'an played, or the bets he made, the players he met and saw had only one core motivation: to seek profit by any means necessary.

If the characters who appeared in the main story were considered as various factions of players who developed their own economy through the two channels of "games" and "investments," then in the prequel, apart from Meng Yu'an and his group, all the other players, every single one of them, were madmen.

Among them, the two Zu brothers were the most prominent.

They had actually always existed in the background.

This player would gossip about them, and that player would sell information and mention them again, piecing together two portraits for Meng Yu'an.

It was true that they had no interaction, and it was also true that they only bumped into each other in a bet at the very end.

Chu Zu had only simply revised Big Zu's character design.

Even if he had met Meng Yu'an, who was still a detective, by a stroke of luck, there was no reason for him to meet him in advance now.

And at this very moment, Meng Yu'an was standing in front of him.

“You just said you wanted to meet Meng Yu'an before supplementing the setting, and he just came to your door, looking like he has a deep entanglement with you.”

The little yellow chicken was a little worried.

“Why does this look so much like a pig-butchering scam?”

A pig-butchering scam is a specific type of online fraud.

It usually lures victims through love, friendship, or investment, and eventually makes the victims invest a large sum of money until they are "butchered."

Chu Zu was amused: “You even know about pig-butchering scams?”

The system said awkwardly: “Before, you asked me to go to an anti-fraud class. The teacher had me download a few anti-fraud plugins.”

“That’s not a worry. If there’s any scamming, it will be me scamming him.”

Chu Zu was now using the big Zu character, sizing up Meng Yu'an without a change in expression.

Meng Yu'an had just been transferred and was not yet a decadent middle-aged man.

His short black hair was naturally brownish.

His eyebrows and eyes were regular.

When he frowned, the high bridge of his nose made his face look a little deep, which made him look a lot older.

When Zu Qisheng was 15 years old, Meng Yu'an was 24 years old.

Logically speaking, he should not have been ranked high in cross-border law enforcement.

However, the newly released setting said that his physical fitness was extremely good, and he happened to be in the right jurisdiction, so he had filled the vacancy by a fluke.

The current Meng Yu'an should be in his early thirties.

Chu Zu's evaluation: “He doesn’t have the ‘money smell’ that people on the Financial Street have. He looks like an undercover agent who is not familiar with the business, here to crack down on prostitution and gambling.”

It seemed that there was nothing wrong with saying that.

He was originally here to "crack down on gambling" on the Financial Street.

In summary.

“He doesn't look like an old detective. Is he considered OOC?”

System: “?”

System: “Host, he is the protagonist.”

The subtext was, why are you even reviewing the protagonist for OOC?

“And he just got here, and he doesn’t know what to do little Zu just chopped off ten of someone’s fingers in front of him. A righteous Officer Meng wouldn’t stand for that.”

“It doesn’t matter if he stands for it or not.”

Chu Zu said, “But it matters if he makes my job more complicated.”

Chu Zu's current job description, simplified, was only:

Go crazy.

Figure out the operating rules of the Financial Street, including the game rules and investment rules.

Go crazy.

According to the character design, find all possible ways to get funds.

Go crazy.

Come up with a motive to revise the law that doesn't seem so retarded to the readers.

Go crazy.

Sit at the gambling table, lose big, big Zu breaks down first, little Zu breaks down later, and watch Meng Yu'an leave the Financial Street.

That was it.

The progress of the first task was smooth.

On big Zu's side, Zu Qisheng had made a bet, and a large number of people had followed suit.

His entry had turned the bet into a one-sided affair.

In order to maintain a balance in the betting and prevent the Financial Street, as the house, from facing a huge payout if one side won, the odds were dynamically adjusted.

Little Zu's odds were kept very low.

Even though big Zu had bet more than five million, he didn't win much.

Chu Zu had a rough idea of Zu Qisheng's terrifying influence in investments.

On little Zu's side, Zu Qian had played a game.

The games on the Financial Street clearly had text traps.

It was fine to play according to common sense, but there were also ways to deconstruct it more cleverly.

From this, Chu Zu could be sure that it was right to let Zu Qian be the "tool" to test the game's rules.

Little Zu had to be, and could only be, Big Zu's tool of a younger brother to test the game.

If a character in a novel did not have an attribute that could convince the readers, then he would just be a name that appeared frequently.

It would only be a matter of time before he was marginalized and despised.

Until the end of the game, there were no problems.

It went very smoothly.

But before the second step could begin, Meng Yu'an took the initiative to come to him.

The protagonist was like that.

Chu Zu only needed to rack his brain to figure out how to get through the fifty thousand words of the main text, but if the protagonist had a sudden idea, there would be a lot to consider.

Tsk.

Chu Zu had to consider his two characters' and his way of getting along after he integrated into his own character story, including the possible impact.

And the possible reaction of the readers.

This was overtime.

A lot of overtime.

And it was overtime for an unknown reason.

“I’ll treat him to a meal. You help me record the whole process. Didn’t you want to freeze the frame before? Now you can show off your skills.”

Chu Zu said, “Keep a close eye on all of Meng Yu'an’s actions, all his words. Don’t miss a single detail.”

After Chu Zu finished speaking, he exited the sea of consciousness, casually went through the brotherly motions with little Zu, and looked at Meng Yu'an.

“Long time no see, Brother Meng. I didn’t expect you to be here either.”

***

Zu Qisheng said he would treat Meng Yu'an to a meal.

Meng Yu'an had no reason to refuse.

Zu Qisheng did not bring his younger brother and left decisively.

Before leaving the game center, he even went to the washroom to wash his hands.

While he was washing his hands, Meng Yu'an waited on the side, watching him meticulously clean even the cracks of his fingernails.

“Sorry for the wait.”

He held out his left hand, which no longer looked bloody.

Meng Yu'an wasn't sure why he was shaking his hand now.

Just as he reached out, his vision suddenly changed.

They had left the game center and were standing in an inconspicuous corner of the street.

Only then did Zu Qisheng put his left glove back on.

Meng Yu'an suddenly realized that to leave the Financial Street and transfer to the same place at the same time, physical contact was necessary.

Zu Qisheng began to lead the way.

Meng Yu'an followed behind him, staring at his back.

The boy from eight years ago had already shown signs of growing taller.

Now he was about ten centimeters taller than himself.

Zu Qisheng's entire body was just one word: "exquisite."

"Exquisite" was suitable for describing objects, works of art, or certain specific things, emphasizing their exquisite production, fine craftsmanship, and beautiful appearance.

Obviously, it was not appropriate to use it to describe a person.

It would be impolite to praise a person in this way.

But this was the feeling that Zu Qisheng gave Meng Yu'an now.

He seemed to be able to satisfy any discerning eye.

A few simple words and some details revealed his thoughtfulness, without being fawning, fully demonstrating a model that could win the trust of clients at the very beginning of a meeting.

Meng Yu'an had heard others in the game venue talk about how Zu Qisheng was now the top consultant on the Financial Street.

They all called him Mr. Zu, and spoke with respect, even though "Mr. Zu" was only 23 years old.

He didn't look 23.

To be precise, Zu Qisheng had no concept of age.

Under normal circumstances, people would subconsciously judge the possible knowledge reserve of the other party based on their age.

This was useless for Zu Qisheng.

He always looked confident, and all that could be seen was the seniority he displayed.

Meng Yu'an couldn't help but think of the 15-year-old Zu Qisheng.

At that time, his attitude towards Zu Qisheng was rough.

For the first few weeks, he was always on guard against him.

Later, he realized that he had "demonized" him.

Meng Yu'an had reviewed himself many times and had also been reminded by other colleagues.

The presumption of innocence was an important principle of criminal law.

Zu Qisheng was a typical "three-no's": no criminal facts, no strong evidence, and no legal procedures.

He was the one who was obsessed.

When he let go of his reservations, he discovered a regrettable fact.

Zu Qisheng was a highly sensitive type, and his perception of emotions, the environment, the behavior of others, and physical sensations was stronger than that of ordinary people.

This child could easily see Meng Yu'an's mood when he came home every day, and he was more familiar with the changes in the things in the living room than Meng Yu'an.

He was afraid of both cold and heat, and his emotions fluctuated greatly.

He would be silent for a long time after watching a sentimental movie.

But he could completely control himself and adjust very quickly.

So, Zu Qisheng might have known from the very beginning that he was being treated as a "suspect."

Meng Yu'an's kindness towards him was mixed with water, and he knew it clearly.

The psychologist said that his younger brother was a typical low-sensitivity person.

In modern terms, he had a strong sense of sensitivity.

Zu Qian's empathy was almost zero.

He would also try to figure people out, but he couldn't come to a correct conclusion, and he didn't care much about his environment.

In the counseling agency, he was still used to the behavioral patterns of the factory.

He would say what he wanted directly.

If the staff euphemistically said no, he would start to shout for his older brother, and would show off that his older brother would give him anything.

Zu Qian didn't seem to think about why Zu Qisheng could give him anything, where the things came from, and how his needs were met.

Zu Qisheng had said that his younger brother had been spoiled by his parents since he was a child, but a few years ago, it was he who had been spoiling his younger brother.

Meng Yu'an had no brothers.

He had asked his colleagues who had siblings, and everyone had said it wasn't a problem.

Although they also had times when they wanted to beat their stupid younger brother and stinky younger sister to death with two sticks, they were after all siblings who had grown up together.

Zu Qisheng took him to a restaurant and stopped at the entrance, turning back to ask him what he wanted to eat.

There were no waiters outside the restaurant.

Similar to the game center, it was all self-service with a panel.

Zu Qisheng made some room.

Meng Yu'an saw that there were several pages of choices on the panel, with Chinese, Western, and Japanese food all available.

“I thought you would choose Chinese food, but we haven't seen each other in a long time…”

Zu Qisheng said, “The food on the Financial Street is very cheap. There is no brand premium or service fee. It basically only charges for the ingredients. You can choose with confidence.”

Meng Yu'an thought, he didn't seem to have asked Zu Qisheng what he wanted to eat back then.

He would either just bring some food back, or he would forget, and the two of them would eat instant noodles together after he got back.

At that time, Meng Yu'an would never have expected that he would meet a different version of Zu Qisheng on the Financial Street.

What kind of place was Financial Street?

The Ninth Division of Special Cases had very little knowledge of this mysterious place, but they had studied the profiles of the missing people and the people who held a large amount of liquid assets.

In the end, the Ninth Division of Special Cases' evaluation was: people who were really so poor that they couldn't survive would not go to the Financial Street.

There were only three types of people who went to Financial Street.

First, those who had had very good economic conditions and could not accept reality after a major change.

Second, those whose economic conditions were not very good, but were still getting by, had encountered a low point that they considered to be within the normal range of fluctuations, and wanted to go all in.

Third, those who had not experienced any major setbacks, did not understand anything, did not consider the consequences, and happened to receive an invitation from the Financial Street and did not take it seriously.

Zu Qisheng clearly did not belong to any of these types.

Meng Yu'an subconsciously clenched his fist, then released it, and then clenched it again.

“Then Chinese food I guess.”

“Okay.”

Zu Qisheng nodded.

What they chose outside the restaurant was just the type of cuisine.

After Zu Qisheng made his choice, he walked straight in.

The automatic door opened, and a waiter with the same appearance, height, and clothing came up, led them to an empty seat, and gave them both a menu.

“I thought I saw wrong.”

Zu Qisheng quickly finished ordering and said as he was handing back the menu, “Brother Meng, are you here to investigate the Financial Street?”

Meng Yu'an’s gaze, which was on the menu, paused and slowly moved to the smiling man’s face.

He had always been called "Officer," "Mr. Meng," "Officer Meng" he had never been called "Brother Meng."

Zu Qisheng didn't feel that anything was wrong.

His arms were resting on the table, his hands crossed, and his chin was resting on them.

His attitude was both strange and familiar.

The strangeness was real, and the familiarity was the atmosphere he wanted to create.

Meng Yu'an did not answer directly: “I haven't been a detective for a few years.”

“Then will you leave here?”

“What?”

“If you are going to leave here, then don’t go to the exchange. Play normal games, make normal investments, and don’t sell anything.”

Zu Qisheng said, “Those who have been there can never leave.”

The light in the restaurant shone on him, as if it were really a consultation.

Meng Yu'an happened to need a lot of information.

For a moment, Meng Yu'an did not answer, but just stared at him.

Zu Qisheng said in a good-tempered manner: “What’s wrong?”

Meng Yu'an averted his gaze and said: “Nothing.”

The waiter took the menus.

Less than half a minute after leaving the table, he came back with a cart and served them the food they had ordered one by one.

The meal was very quiet.

No one spoke.

The prices in the real world had risen sharply.

Even a cafeteria enthusiast like Meng Yu'an, who didn't go to the market, could often hear people grumbling that vegetables had gone up again, and meat was out of the question.

Money was becoming less and less valuable.

Everything was going up, but wages were a dead pool.

The currency on the Financial Street had no unit.

The game deposit was ten thousand, and the bets were astronomical, but the food was very cheap.

A plate of garlic lobster cost 20, and the truffle roasted goose in front of Zu Qisheng was even cheaper, only 10.

This might be the reason why Zu Qisheng had said, "if you don't plan to leave."

Here, there were all the basic facilities needed for life, and entertainment facilities were all available.

There was medical care, education, and everything.

If you didn't plan to leave, and didn't "invest," and just lived on the game deposits you won every week, your quality of life would be several grades higher than in the real world.

The premise was that you could win the game.

“What is the exchange?”

Meng Yu'an still asked.

Zu Qisheng explained it to him in the simplest and most precise terms.

Meng Yu'an seized the opportunity to ask many questions.

He hadn't originally followed him for official business, but he couldn't let go of the opportunity that had come to him.

Zu Qisheng wasn't annoyed either and was always gentle.

Meng Yu'an even listened in a daze.

He and his colleagues had made preparations and knew that the Financial Street was strange, but he still didn't expect that it would be so extreme here.

Meng Yu'an took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

He began to doubt whether he could complete the mission.

He was not sensitive to money.

It was fine as long as he could get by.

But here, assets were everything.

Many situations required players to be highly vigilant about numbers…

“Don’t you find it strange?”

He said incredulously.

Perhaps influenced by the environment created by Zu Qisheng, Meng Yu'an couldn't help but ask:

“It’s impossible to meet the conditions for leaving the Financial Street in a short period of time, but after staying here for a long time, can you still go back to the normal world?”

Zu Qisheng said: “Yes.”

He continued before Meng Yu'an could refute, “But I can’t, and neither can little Zu. If you want to leave, then listen to my suggestion.”

All of Meng Yu'an’s words were stuck in his throat.

“You’re very easy to read, Brother Meng.”

Zu Qisheng wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said slowly, “Ordinary people usually start with pleasantries and then get to the main topic. You treat the information you want to probe as pleasantries. What is the main topic? Little Zu and I?”

After wiping the corner of his mouth clean, he took a sip from his water glass, his eyebrows and eyes gentle.

“You are no longer a detective, and I am no longer a victim, or a suspect. The Financial Street only has one identity, a player.”

He said patiently and slowly, “If you are worried about me, there’s no need. Some people will be stuck in the same place, and some will soar for thousands of miles. You know what kind of person I am.”

He said, “I no longer need to beat around the bush for self-defense, Brother Meng.”

A sudden clap of thunder.

Meng Yu'an’s sword-like eyebrows knitted together, and his pupils contracted.

“Host, do you need to break the protagonist at this time?”

The system was a little worried, “Brother Meng is already having a hard time accepting the Financial Street. You’ve now hinted to him that you were the one who instigated little Zu back then Brother Meng looks a little.”

“Anxious?”

The little yellow chicken nodded: “Yes.”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as he doesn’t come to me.”

Chu Zu said, “I still haven’t figured out his character design. It’s very different from the main story, and it doesn’t match the previous prequel either.”

“It’s rare to have such an unremarkable protagonist. Maybe there will be a major turning point at any time. It’s better to have less involvement. I don’t need to interact with him in my work. We’ll each do our own thing and not get involved with each other to complicate simple matters.”

The little yellow chicken also couldn’t summarize Meng Yu'an’s character design.

In its usual expression: thirty percent sense of responsibility, twenty percent career ambition, and fifty percent hidden and mysterious.

There was nothing special about it.

To be blunt, it was too normal.

In the Financial Street, which was full of neurotics, it was actually abnormal.

This might be the legendary contrast moe.

The little yellow chicken didn’t understand.

“But he might also be provoked instead. He must have taken the initiative to find you because he was concerned. You’ve now made him even more concerned.”

“It’s fine. Isn’t there still a little Zu who doesn’t listen to people?”

Chu Zu actually said to the system at this point, “Bring out the setting collection. Let’s strike while the iron is hot. If Brother Meng comes to us again, we’ll just let little Zu out. It’s sure to work.”

“By the way…”

He said, “I’ll try something.”

***

Zu Qian’s "rock, paper, scissors" was synchronized to the major platforms of the Financial Street by the players.

All the texts, videos, and live broadcasts exploded.

Everyone was asking what had happened.

The video was replayed over and over again.

A three-minute single-round game plus the investment advertisements inserted by the Financial Street platform, at most fifteen minutes, and the completion rate was surprisingly high.

Everyone's questions were inseparable from the two names: Zu Qisheng, Zu Qian.

Zu Qian didn't look like the type to have a brain.

The reaction he should have had from the beginning was to chop off his fingers.

All of his previous actions would only have been under his brother's command.

Zu Qisheng’s consultation price was very high.

It was said that his words were worth a thousand gold.

Of course, it was worth the profit, otherwise he wouldn’t have made it to this point.

Not everyone could prepare enough remuneration, and the players were not sure which games he had a hand in.

He was very cunning, and there had been cases where he had first made the boss lose everything, causing no one to dare to follow, and after raising the odds, he would make a comeback.

This was also something that the players had figured out afterwards, because the timing was too clever.

The people on the Financial Street only believed in their own luck and would never admit that others could have such luck.

Now that there was a game investment in which Zu Qisheng was clearly involved, for a time, whether it was the old clients who could come up with the commission, the investors who wanted to learn a little something, or the players who were only interested in the game itself…

Everyone was discussing "rock, paper, scissors."

The bar was in an uproar.

“Did he lend Zu Qian money in the end?”

“He did. From the shape of his mouth, it seems he transferred all his funds.”

“Fuck, did Zu Qian really dare to take it?”

“If you really have to ask if he dares, what is there that that kid doesn’t dare to do?”

“I still don’t understand what happened. How did Zu Qian win the two rounds?”

“How do you have the spare money to drink with that IQ of yours?”

“...”

They discussed heatedly, mixed in with the metal music that was blasting in the bar and making their nerves jump.

Everyone spoke very fast, their voices rising one after another.

By the end, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they were even shouting.

Zu Qian had his hoodie pulled over his head and was sitting in a corner eating wontons.

The bar also served wontons, which were a little more expensive than in the restaurant.

He swallowed them whole, chewing a couple of times before swallowing directly.

When he felt like he was choking, he would take a sip of pure whiskey with ice and pour it into his mouth.

Thanks to being eighteen, the bars on the Financial Street also had an age limit.

Although there were hardly any minors, they still strictly followed the rules.

He listened to the sounds around him.

After drinking too much, it was easy to get off topic.

At first, they were talking about games and investments.

As they shouted, the topic changed.

“Where on earth did these two brothers come from?”

A voice said.

Another voice answered: “I don’t know. A few years ago, I think. I just remember that the first time Mr. Zu became famous was that ‘Russian roulette’.”

“‘Russian roulette’? The one with one bullet in a revolver, you take a shot, I take a shot, and see who dies first?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I remember too. You can’t rely on skill in that. It’s all about luck Mr. Zu directly bet fifty-four million three hundred thousand.”

“Wait, he wasn’t famous back then. Logically, he shouldn’t have had so much money? Where did he get the initial capital?”

“I don’t know. You only drink the soup when you eat noodles? You gnaw on the plate when you eat? You can’t find the key point at all?”

“Idiot, get lost… where was I? He bet fifty-four million three hundred thousand on a purely luck-based ‘Russian roulette’!”

“Because he bet early, a lot of people wanted to try their luck and bet against him. That way, they could also earn a lot if they won. When there were a lot of people, his odds were also raised.”

“Did he win or lose?”

“Do you only have shit coming out of your mouth? If he had lost, who would care who Zu Qisheng was.”

Zu Qian was getting bored.

In the eyes of the people on the Financial Street, Zu Qisheng had long been deified.

The people here would see each other as opponents, but apart from the weekly chance of running into the forced-game Zu Qisheng, they more often treated him as an NPC.

An NPC would not get angry, would not do things outside the rules, the transactions were completely equal, they would not cheat or take a loss, they were not cunning, and they were completely neutral.

Zu Qian didn't think this was like his brother.

His brother was quite emotional and also very bossy.

As for the rules?

Whose rules?

His brother had been like this since he was a child.

At the psychological counseling center, Zu Qian thought, it's been almost half a year.

Why is my brother still not making a move?

Is he not planning to look for me anymore?

The psychological counseling center was very boring.

Everyone seemed to be very concerned about you, but at the same time, it was as if they didn't care about you at all.

Zu Qian had said countless times that he wanted to call his brother.

The nurse had agreed readily, but then she had said, when you get better, and he gets better, you can see each other.

It was very difficult to communicate with them.

You would say one thing, and they would say another.

Zu Qian just wanted to ask if his brother was still dry-heaving.

These people thought he was so eager to see his brother.

Zu Qisheng often vomited. Zu Qian didn't remember when it had started.

He had also discovered it by accident once.

One day, Zu Qian had wet the bed at night.

He had woken up halfway through and was too embarrassed to wake up his parents.

He had gotten up and secretly gone to the toilet, wanting to destroy the evidence.

He had heard a small sound outside the door.

His brother was leaning over the squatting toilet, dry-heaving.

Because Zu Qisheng didn't eat dinner, he would secretly pour that little bit of clear soup and watery stuff into his younger brother's bowl.

Zu Qian had asked him if he was a picky eater, and he had said yes.

Zu Qisheng couldn't vomit anything.

Zu Qian had thought that his stomach was upset.

He hadn't even put on his pants and had gone over to pat his back.

His brother's reaction had been very big.

He had directly turned around and slapped his hand away.

His eyes, which were red from dry-heaving, were staring at him, his eyelashes wet.

Zu Qian had been stunned.

His brother had also reacted.

His gaze had moved down, and he had chuckled after seeing his younger brother's bare genitals.

“You wet the bed.”

Zu Qisheng’s voice was very hoarse and very small, which made Zu Qian’s face flush red with shame.

“No, I didn’t!”

Zu Qisheng disliked his loud voice and covered his mouth with one hand.

When they touched, his brother trembled slightly.

At that time, Zu Qian hadn't realized anything and had a look of horror on his face:

“You just used your hands to prop yourself up on the floor and didn't wash your hands!!!”

“If you shout again, I'll stuff my whole fist in your mouth.”

His brother said, “I'll vomit my vomit, and you'll wash your pants. Do you agree?”

Zu Qian was forced to nod.

Just like that, "Zu Qisheng often vomits in the middle of the night" became a secret of the same degree as "Zu Qian, such a big person, still wets the bed."

Not eating dinner was also right, otherwise it would be a disaster when he vomited at night.

Later, even if Zu Qian didn't wet the bed anymore, he would still be woken up in the middle of the night to stand guard by the toilet for his brother.

If someone came, he would say that the brothers were afraid of ghosts and had to go to the toilet hand in hand.

His brother was really emotional.

Sometimes when he went to comfort him, he would get angry instead, his face expressionless, looking as if he were about to rush up and push him into the latrine pit.

After leaving the factory, Zu Qian was sent to some psychological counseling center.

His brother seemed to be living with the detective at that time.

Zu Qian had secretly searched, and hitting a detective was considered a crime.

He always felt that his older brother was capable of doing this.

At certain times, his older brother was much more irritable than him.

Later, Zu Qian received a notice saying that his brother had come to pick him up.

His brother didn't eat much before.

Once he started eating well, he grew very quickly.

Before, they were about the same height.

Now, Zu Qian had to look up to see his face as he was being led down the street.

“Do you still vomit?”

He asked.

His brother said: “Do you still wet the bed?”

Zu Qian: “...Are you annoying or what?”

His brother patted his head: “Be nicer to your creditor. You were very obedient when you were scared before. Are you getting wild now?”

Zu Qian was patted like a leather ball by him and secretly swore in his heart, you wait.

When I’m as tall as you, see if I don’t smash your head.

But there was no chance.

Their parents were really capable of squandering.

It was the type where you could see that life was getting better, but they could also get into trouble in various ways.

Logically speaking, children and parents were independent civil subjects, and debts would not be transferred.

But these two ancestors were like the canned food in the factory.

They had been cut into a standard shape by that place.

Even if you took them out of the can, it was useless.

They were square and had an excessive amount of preservatives.

Adding excessive preservatives to canned food was illegal.

They also took the illegal route.

After borrowing from loan sharks, they disappeared on the spot, leaving a mess for the two brothers.

After school, Zu Qisheng came home with two bags of steamed buns.

When he saw his younger brother cursing at the red paint on the door, he thought for a long time.

That night, Zu Qian saw his brother holding a piece of paper and dialing a number.

He dialed all night.

When it was dawn, Zu Qian was gnawing on a cold steamed bun and asked his brother vaguely:

“What is Financial Street?”

Zu Qisheng crumpled the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can.

He very forcefully grabbed Zu Qian’s left hand, pulling Zu Qian so that he stumbled and fell in front of him.

On the wrists of their overlapping left hands, a bracelet that was close to the skin appeared.

When he looked at it, three lines appeared.

You have obtained the qualification to enter the Financial Street.

Begin your journey of exploring wealth and opportunities in the complex game environment.

Agree.

Decline.

He should have declined.

Zu Qian always missed the opportunity when he needed to understand the situation.

Just like he should have asked a long time ago, why his brother would vomit at night, why he hadn't contacted him for half a year, why he had been on the phone all night, and why he had said:

“You go to the police now and say that your parents and brother are missing, and you can’t live alone.”

He should have also asked clearly, what do you mean?

Zu Qian was stupid because he couldn't read people's faces.

Even if he looked carefully, he couldn't distinguish between good and bad.

His brother taught him math and language, but he didn't teach him how to be as sharp as his brother.

“I’m not going. I was there for half a year last time, and it was enough. I’d rather starve to death than go.”

Zu Qisheng: “You are really a good-for-nothing.”

He said, “Fine, then you come with me.”

Until they both chose "Agree," the phone on the table was still trying to dial out.

No one answered was no one answered.

No one cared, no one knew.

The Financial Street was a very good place.

Things were cheap, and only the hospital was a little expensive.

But the two brothers were in good health.

It was just that the one game a week was a bit of a pain.

Zu Qisheng was very good at games, although he didn't like them he didn't like a lot of things, but that didn't stop him from being good at them.

What he wasn't good at was Zu Qian.

His brother took care of all the brothers' food, clothing, and housing, and couldn't afford anything more.

Zu Qian asked his brother, why don't you go and try your luck in investments?

His brother patted his head again and said, our parents became like this because they tried their luck.

When the two brothers couldn't even come up with the deposit for two games, things became tricky.

They entered the game at the same time, and the game cycle was also the same.

His brother couldn't provide help on the spot.

The game library was too large, and there was no result in exploring on their own.

They had no money to buy information about the game from the enterprise.

The night before the mandatory game, Zu Qian asked his brother, what should we do?

His brother put on his coat and didn't answer, just said he had to go out for a while.

The next day, when Zu Qian got up, his brother asked him: “Are you going to sell your life to me?”

He felt that his brother was strange, but he couldn't say where.

There was nothing to hesitate about.

They were originally one life split into two.

Zu Qian couldn't even count how many things he still owed his brother.

Selling his life didn't seem like a loss.

He nodded.

His brother transferred him more than five million…

No, he had miscounted the zeros.

Zu Qisheng had transferred him more than fifty million.

“Did you rob a bank?!”

Zu Qian cried out in surprise, grabbing his brother’s hand and looking at it over and over.

Before, his brother’s slap would have already come up.

But Zu Qisheng let him look indulgently.

At that time, Zu Qian was only surprised and didn't notice anything wrong at all.

Those fine details had infiltrated their subsequent life.

His brother started to get busy.

They moved to a big house and no longer had to worry about the game deposit.

Zu Qisheng never scolded him for being a good-for-nothing again.

Zu Qisheng never patted his head again.

Zu Qisheng never got angry again.

Zu Qisheng never talked to him about any of their debts again.

Zu Qian only knew that his brother had lost some things and gained some things.

He didn't know if he was in the "lost" or the "gained."

Zu Qian remembered belatedly to ask his brother:

“Who did you call that night?”

His brother raised his head from his busy work, his eyes curved:

“I don’t remember. It was probably someone unimportant?”

His brother also said: “Little Zu, you should go to the game center now.”

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