Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 86 - 86 1 Daily Phone Calls Part 2

86: Chapter 1 Daily Phone Calls (Part 2) 86: Chapter 1 Daily Phone Calls (Part 2) “Uncle, come with me to get the money from my room.

I’ll pay you an extra twenty.” Tang Zheng had US dollars he’d gotten from the Oasis Hotel on him, but the numbers on them could be trouble.

Whether or not trading them would get him into trouble was still uncertain, so he needed to be cautious.

“Huh?

Young man, no offence, but…” Hearing Tang Zheng’s words, the driver’s face immediately darkened.

Going together to get the money?

This kid was infuriating.

But earning an extra twenty wasn’t bad.

Of course, the driver’s expression didn’t improve.

How else could he show his discontent and have the other party gladly fork over the money?

He might even be able to get a little more.

“I’ll give you an extra thirty.

It’s not even thirty metres out of the way, why are you griping?” Tang Zheng retorted.

He could certainly see the uncle’s intentions, “It’s not good to be too greedy.”

The driver naturally closed his mouth.

Fifty bucks for emotional distress?

Worth it.

“Hey, uncle, haven’t you smelled what’s on me?” Tang Zheng walked into the residential area and greeted the concierge.

His key was also lost.

“Wow, Little Tang, a number of beautiful women in sports cars came looking for you when you were gone.

You’re quite the lady-killer.” The doorman teased Tang Zheng and handed him the key, “What’s this smell?”

“I got it.” Tang Zheng was expressionless and led the way.

“What’s that smell?

I’ve had a cold these past few days.

Eh?

Is that the smell of blood?

And something spoilt?

It stinks?” The driver saw several couples who passed by covering their noses and avoiding Tang Zheng, and he was surprised to find that the culprit was right in front of him.

“Is…

Is this blood?” The lights in the residential area were somewhat dim, and the driver couldn’t see very well.

Once Tang Zheng entered the room and turned on the light, he saw the blood stains on him.

Though he wasn’t quite sure, the driver’s face was somewhat pale, and he stood in the doorway, not daring to go in.

Tang Zheng ignored him, threw all the US dollars he had seized onto the floor, piled them up, and then lit them with a windproof match.

“Is this guy crazy?

Those green bills look like US dollars?” The driver’s face got even worse.

He often saw dollars on television, but he had never seen someone casually burn a pile of them.

At this point, he dared not have any extra thoughts.

He just wanted to get out of there quickly, “Could this guy have just robbed a foreigner?”

Tang Zheng pulled out two straight knives, jabbed them a few times on the table, and made a menacing face at the taxi driver.

“Young man, you can keep the money.” The driver stuttered and then turned and ran.

He didn’t want to risk his life for a dozen bucks in fares.

“Wait.” Tang Zheng just wanted to scare him, not cheat him out of his money.

They were all hard-working people; it wasn’t worth ripping them off.

But the driver had already fled in a cloud of dust, not daring to look back.

Nobody these days wanted to get involved with a crazy person, let alone a blood-soaked, dollar-burning, knife-playing madman.

“Should I call the police?” The driver hid in his car, started it, and only breathed a sigh of relief after he had driven a kilometre away.

Operating on the principle that less is more, he decided to forget the night’s events.

“Damn it, there goes twelve bucks in fares and fifty bucks for emotional distress.

I could’ve gotten a hooker for that.”

After locking the door, Tang Zheng took out the RMB card and inserted it into the card slot of the Silver Meteor Watch and pressed the activation button.

A fan-shaped red light was projected in front of him, and then, like digital blocks stacked on top of each other, stacks of RMB appeared out of thin air, totalling five million before they stopped.

“It’s real.” Tang Zheng sniffed the smell of ink on the paper money, picked up a stack and counted it, even checking the serial numbers.

All the security measures were in place.

But thinking of the technology demonstrated by the Silver Trojan, he understood.

For them, doing this was easy.

After inserting two Blink Cards and a Thunderstrike Card into the card slot, Tang Zheng took off the watch and put it on the table.

Then, he took out a can of canned beef from the cupboard, finished eating it, lay down on the bed, took out a Golden Seed, and activated it.

As his body was enveloped by a gentle light, Tang Zheng fell into a deep sleep.

After a full ten days of survival torment, he was exhausted.

Now that he was safe, sleeping was the top priority.

Bathing?

Eating?

Everything else could wait.

Next door, the young couple started their late-night activities again.

Various sounds of heavy breathing filled the room.

The moonlight streamed in through a gap in the curtain, casting a soft halo.

At seven o’clock the next morning, Tang Zheng woke up on time.

A night’s rest left him feeling powerful and refreshed, but unlike the previous time he used the seed, his physical fitness did not double.

Instead, it stayed the same.

Activating his ‘Furious Queen’ ability, a golden Venetian mask adorned with jewels and black swan feathers appeared in the confined room next to Sophie…

Tang Zheng felt a vague anticipation, similar to when Sophie first appeared.

Light converged, and a woman with chestnut-colored hair kneeling on one knee appeared, as if swearing allegiance to Tang Zheng.

She then stood up, picked up the mask, and put it on her beautiful face.

She was dressed in the same Baroque style—white knee-high boots embroidered with gold threads and silver edges, tight riding pants, a leather jacket, and a large collared shirt…

“Huh?

She looks like French pop star Alizeh?” Tang Zheng nodded and snapped his fingers at the new hero with a silver musket in her hands.

“Let’s call you Alizeh from now on.

Can I have a photo with you?”

Of course, there was no response.

The two female musketeers, as silent as ever, stood on either side of the room’s entrance without taking a single glance at Tang Zheng.

“Ah, it would be great if they could also be maids.

Then I would have someone to do my laundry and cooking.” Tang Zheng pretended to sigh, but in fact, he was just thrilled.

He could call on these two wannabe pop stars in real life, which was great.

Taking a walk with them would definitely attract a lot of attention.

“But we are not such shallow people.” Tang Zheng glanced at the chests of the two female musketeers casually and promptly took his eyes off.

He then pulled out a suitcase from under the bed, emptied the clothes inside, and stuffed all five million RMB, choosing not to use the Space Backpack to earn money as the capacity of the bag was only 20L, which would raise suspicion.

“There’s still an aftermath.” When the two female musketeers disappeared, Tang Zheng began to feel fatigued, broke into a cold sweat, and lost his energy.

He was not completely incapacitated, but it did affect his body.

After teaming up with An Xiuru at the Botanical Garden and explaining where he had been these two days, the pair went straight to the bank.

With a deposit of 4.9 million, Tang Zheng got to experience the benefits of not having to line up.

He was completely relieved when the banknote checker did not discover any counterfeit notes.

“Where to next?” An Xiuru started the car and looked at Tang Zheng, “You won the lottery the first time you bought a ticket.

Your luck is too good.”

“I’m off to buy camping equipment.

Sister An, I need a few days off.

Can you pretend to be my sister and ask the counselor for a half-month leave?” With school starting soon, Tang Zheng couldn’t just disappear.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t earn enough academic points for this semester.

“Can you tell me why?” For An Xiuru, asking for a leave of absence was a small matter.

She was more concerned about Tang Zheng’s safety.

“I met an old soldier and his hometown has been hit by disaster.

I’m going to check on his sister-in-law and son for him.” Tang Zheng was being half-truthful.

He couldn’t possibly tell Sister An Jie that he was off to participate in the Survival Challenge Game.

“Hmm, do you need money?” After saying this, An Xiuru laughed.

“I almost forgot, you’re a little tycoon now.”

“I can’t compare with you.” This was not a compliment.

An Xiuru was genuinely worth a lot, at least 30 million, a conservative estimate.

While he had converted all of his money to leave for his parents, he had to prepare for the worst situation.

If he died in the game, at least he could ensure his parents live worry-free for the rest of their lives.

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