69novels Chapter 1 Taking Money to Solve Problems
Chapter 1 Taking Money to Solve Problems
港岛
public housing estates
The enclosed building, shaped like the Chinese character "回" (hui), has walls that are gray and peeling in many places.
The entire building exudes a strong sense of history.
The afternoon sun was just right, but only a beam of light could be seen slanting in from the top of the U-shaped building, giving the overall atmosphere a strange chill.
At this moment, cheerful music can be heard from a street corner near the entrance to the public housing estate.
"An optimistic and carefree person [Happy Ghost]"
I worry every day that no one will make it [I won't make it, I won't make it]
Always pretending to be clueless and cunning [Happy Ghost Happy Ghost]...
Three or five children dressed simply were chasing and playing on the road. The one leading the way and running the fastest had a Walkman covered in scratches hanging on his body.
The music was coming from the Walkman.
The chubby little boy, who was smugly shaking off the others, bumped headfirst into the lower back of the person who was parked not far away.
The man stood very steadily, without moving an inch.
On the contrary, Little Fatty stumbled and almost fell, but the other person swiftly grabbed his arm.
"Thank you." Little Fatty stood up straight, said without looking up, and then went back to playing with his friends.
As a result, he held onto his large hand, his grip incredibly firm.
Little Fatty reluctantly turned his head away.
Only then did I notice that the person holding my arm was tall and thin, wearing a clean and neat formal suit, with a buzz cut, looking exceptionally capable.
Although he wore a slight smile, his dark eyes were looking down at the boy. The chubby boy met his gaze, shuddered for no reason, and stammered, "Uncle, Uncle—"
The man tried to be as friendly as possible: "Young man, are you a resident of this public housing building? I'd like to ask you about someone."
Little Fatty was clearly taken aback when he heard the tone of his voice.
Pu, Mandarin?
He blurted out almost instinctively, "Mainland boy?"
"—Son?" the man muttered to himself, then nodded calmly.
The chubby boy belatedly realized his rudeness and quickly bowed, saying, "Yes, I'm sorry, uncle, I, I don't live in this public housing building."
The man then released him: "It's alright now. Just be more careful next time you're out with your friends."
After saying that, he turned around and silently walked into the old public housing building.
As he turned to enter, the line of ink-colored text on the wall, visible only to him, began to slowly dissipate into smoke.
[To take money and solve problems for others.]
[Initial World: Zombie Rebirth in Seven Days]
[This round of prayer participants: Uncle Yan (Lu Junyan)]
I've watched Ah Jiu grow up since he was a child. He always uses some wicked methods to do all sorts of shady things.
Now even Aunt Mei has gone mad! These two actually conspired to harm me! Aunt Mei even beat me to death!
[This round's mission: Evil will be punished.]
[Time Limit: Three Days]
[This round's reward: ?]
……
As Song Sheng entered the public housing estate, he was still in a bad mood.
Over the years, he has been involved in underground boxing matches overseas, and with great difficulty, he has managed to save up several million yuan for retirement without any problems.
I had planned to use this money to go back to China and live a life of leisure.
Not long after he got back, he simply went out for a late-night snack and struck it rich.
The most crucial point is that the place where he ate his late-night snack was on the sixth floor!
Sixth floor!!!
Who knows how a large delivery truck could fall from the sky on the sixth floor!
I still remember that Song Sheng, who was used to seeing life and death, was stunned at the time.
Looking back now, it's probably because of the mountainous location...
I should have gone somewhere else to have some fun.
Now that he's inexplicably ended up in this place, Song Sheng is furious.
The most painful thing in the world is to die before you've spent all your money!
Especially someone like him, who had finally accumulated enough capital to live a carefree life, only to inexplicably end up in this run-down place before he could even enjoy it.
He recalled the brief memory that had suddenly appeared in his mind, which seemed to be a system explanation, along with the mysterious text that only he could see earlier.
Song Sheng's heart sank even further.
He admitted that he has always been quite wild, and having spent many years in the underground boxing scene, he has managed to survive unscathed, which suggests that he has some means of self-preservation.
However, Song Sheng's strength lies in fighting people, not in fighting humanoid figures.
What the hell is this about zombies reborn in seven days?!
never mind!
Let's take it one step at a time and see.
Anyway, the "evil deeds will be punished" principle in the mission doesn't mean he has to come into contact with zombies.
The one mentioned in the retribution is likely the ringleader.
One is Aunt Mei, and the other is Ah Jiu.
One of the women gradually went mad because of her husband Dong Shu's death. She not only killed the well-regarded Yan Shu with her own hands, but also personally killed a child with a tragic background.
The other is a heretical Taoist who eats ashes in an attempt to defy fate.
Aunt Meryl Streep's character is alright, but if you were in the domestic environment before you transmigrated, you'd have to punch her and expect her not to die.
That Ah Jiu might be a bit troublesome, but that's all.
As long as they are human, then it's alright.
Song Sheng walked along the corridor of the public housing estate, where the inner rooms were quite lively.
Tea houses, wine shops, restaurants, and all kinds of shops are available.
Most of the people coming and going are elderly residents, and they are all familiar faces to each other; there are not many young people to be seen.
Suddenly, a hurried call came from the restaurant next door:
"Oh, my bird! Come back, little bird!"
As Song Sheng passed by the door, he turned around at the sound and almost instinctively reached out and scooped up a little bird that had just run away from home in his palm.
An elderly man in his fifties, dressed simply and wearing slippers, chased after her from the restaurant entrance.
Seeing Song Sheng's initial movement, the words that were about to come out stopped abruptly.
Song Sheng looked at the little bird in his palm, then at the old man, and handed it to him.
The old man accepted it with a beaming smile: "Thank you, handsome."
Song Sheng turned to leave, but the old man suddenly called out to him, "Handsome boy, want to come in and have something to eat? It's on me as a thank you gift."
Song Sheng paused, remembering the purpose of his trip, and thought it best to ask someone for some information: "Thank you."
"Hmm? From the mainland?" The old man paused for a moment, but quickly smiled again.
He first put the bird back into its cage, then led Song Sheng over to sit down, introducing, "Ayou here is quite good at making fried rice."
Following the direction he pointed, Song Sheng noticed a man in the kitchen wearing sloppy pajamas and slippers.
He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, wearing glasses. With one hand he was tossing the wok, and with the other he picked up a bottle of wine next to him, first taking a swig, and then suddenly spitting the wine into the glutinous rice in the pot.
Flames immediately erupted from the pot.
The man calmly continued tossing the food in the wok.
Song Sheng watched silently.
The old man was a little embarrassed: "Ahem, my friend is a nice guy. Many of the neighbors don't charge him, and he's very skilled. Maybe this way the food will have more of a wok hei (wok aroma)."
Song Sheng said frankly, "Uncle, forget about the meal. I came here mainly to ask you about someone."