Courier Between Two Worlds #1-30
Author: 石闻
Date: 2026-03-01T12:29:02+00:00

Chapter 1: Caught a Blade of Grass

August, the season that could kill people with heat.

Half past ten in the morning, the scorching sunlight shone through the window, sprinkling on Bai Yang’s uncovered body, waking him up with a hard burn.

This guy had graduated from university two months ago. Without supervision, he was like a wild horse that had broken free, sleeping until he naturally woke up. As for counting money, he could only do that in his dreams.

“Is there no way to live anymore?”

Getting up in a daze, he felt his body was covered in sweat. Muttering complaints, he walked to the bathroom in a half-dream, half-awake state.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he finally became somewhat clear-headed. When he arrived at the dining room, he was speechless. His dad and mom actually hadn’t left him breakfast. Was there no justice anymore!

“Oh my god, although I’m already an adult, do you have to be so heartless, Mom? At least leave me some food. Are you even my real parents? Didn’t we agree that no matter how old a child is, they are still a little baby that needs to be taken care of in their parents’ eyes…”

Complaining with a full heart of depression, Bai Yang walked unconcernedly to his room. He took out a box of instant noodles from the drawer.

“Do you think I’ll starve to death if you don’t leave me food? You underestimate me too much.”

With a smug look, Bai Yang poured hot water from the water dispenser into the noodles, placed them on the coffee table in the living room to let them sit for a while, lay on the sofa in the comfortable posture of Brother Zhang, turned on the TV and randomly pressed buttons. Besides advertisements, there were only some brain-dead TV dramas, which made him feel annoyed.

‘The smoke of war rises, looking north to the rivers and mountains…’

The phone rang. Bai Yang reluctantly reached out several times before he could reach the phone that was ten centimeters away from his fingers. There was no other way; it was so hot that moving even a little was a torment.

He picked up the phone and took a look. It was his mom’s call.

“Hello, Mom. Do you still remember you have a son?”

“You stinky boy, just getting up now? You might as well just be lazy to death. Tell me, how much do I owe you from my previous life to have you as a son in this life… You’re probably eating instant noodles again, right? I say, when are you going to grow up? I’m so worried about you…”

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his mother. Even through the phone, she could guess his situation clearly.

Letting his mom complain for a while, Bai Yang replied with three words, “Get to the point.”

“You stinky boy, how can you talk like that… It’s like this. You’ve been graduated for two months now. You’ve played enough. Now I’ll give you two choices. First, find a job and go to work within a month…”

“And the second one?” Bai Yang definitely wanted to hear all the options clearly since he had choices.

“Second, if you don’t want to work, I think there are a few girls in our unit who are pretty good. You bring one back to be my daughter-in-law, and I’ll pay for all the expenses…”

“Mom, I choose the first one. I’ll go find a job right now. I’ll definitely go to work properly in a couple of days. My instant noodles are ready. That’s it. Bye…” Bai Yang decisively hung up the phone after saying the last word.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, it was too terrifying. How could he casually give up his wonderful youth at the age of twenty-four? He could have a girlfriend, but blind dates aimed at marriage were out of the question. He hadn’t played enough yet.

Throwing away his phone, Bai Yang got up extremely reluctantly. He lifted his butt and picked up the instant noodles on the coffee table, grabbed a fork and put a mouthful into his mouth, and sat down with a thud…

“I’ll be damned…!”

Bai Yang, who sat down with a thud, only felt that his butt was empty. He actually sat on the ground. The sofa was only a few centimeters away from his butt. How could the drop be so huge!

Falling to the ground, the instant noodles spilled over, and the soup splashed all over him, making him scream and jump up to start patting the places that were scalded. The next moment, his movements froze, and the howling that was subconsciously caused by the scalding stopped abruptly.

His eyes stared rigidly ahead, and his pupils suddenly enlarged.

“What’s going on?!”

A moment ago, Bai Yang was still in his living room at home. Now, he inexplicably appeared in a lush forest. Ancient trees towered around, old vines were like dragons, a clear breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers that came from somewhere made people intoxicated. The air was fresh, and taking a breath seemed to cleanse his whole body.

Bare-chested, in big shorts, wearing flip-flops, with a mouthful of instant noodles in his mouth, holding a fork in one hand, and a half-spilled bucket of noodles in the other hand, Bai Yang was frozen in an awkward posture.

Gulping, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but what he swallowed was instant noodles, which choked him into a coughing fit. After finally adjusting, Bai Yang looked at the surrounding environment, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Rustle rustle rustle…

Three meters away from Bai Yang, in a small patch of grass, a three-foot-long black centipede appeared menacingly and then turned a corner and disappeared into a crack in a stone…

“What kind of ghost place is this?!”

Bai Yang said in horror to himself, being scared by the centipede that was as thick as a meter and subconsciously retreating. A sharp pain came from under his feet, and he took a cold breath and lifted his foot. The flip-flop on his foot was pierced through by a thorn…

A sharp pain came from his shoulder again, which made him throw away the instant noodle bucket in his hand and slap the place where the sharp pain came from. It was bloody, and a mosquito the size of a baby’s fist was slapped to death by him!

“Big centipedes, big mosquitoes. Did I encounter a wormhole and come to the African jungle…?”

Looking around in a daze, ancient trees that required several people to hug were everywhere, and looking around, there were few plants that Bai Yang recognized.

Looking up, through the gaps in the leaves, Bai Yang saw the sky and was instantly stunned. Was that the sun in the sky? But why was the color wrong? The morning sun is red, and the noon sun is golden, but what the hell was that white light ball the size of a wheel in the sky?

“Did I transmigrate? This must be transmigration, right! But I haven’t prepared yet. At least let me get some equipment first. Throwing me in this ghost place in flip-flops and big shorts, what the hell is going on?!”

A moment ago, he was so hot from the high temperature that he didn’t even want to move, but now he was icy cold all over. He inexplicably appeared in such a place. If it were you, wouldn’t you be afraid!

Hoo…

A foul wind came from behind him, accompanied by a deafening tiger roar. Bai Yang’s whole head was about to explode, and he personally experienced what it meant to be a tiger roaring in the mountains.

Turning around, a five-meter-long yellow-spotted tiger was pouncing towards him.

“It’s over. Damn transmigration. I want to go home…!”

With such a desperate shout in his heart, Bai Yang’s figure disappeared with a whoosh.

Bang, the tiger pounced into the air, turned around, and tilted its head slightly, as if to say, “Where’s the person?”

The tiger shook its head and moved its four legs towards the jungle. It left behind a flip-flop that was still pierced by a thorn and a box of spilled instant noodles.

Whoosh…

A whimpering-like sound came through the air, and a black shadow flashed by. With a puff, the previously arrogant tiger’s eyes were pierced through by a black arrow, and with a bang, it fell to the ground. It twitched instinctively a few times and then stopped moving.

Rustling footsteps approached, and three iron tower-like strong men appeared here. They were wearing animal skins, carrying big bows on their backs, and each of them had eyes as sharp as knives.

“Haha, Brother Zhao’s archery is great. He just shot through the tiger’s eyes with one arrow, without damaging the fur. This tiger skin will definitely sell for a good price.”

Among them, a boy with a scar on his face, who looked the most robust but seemed a bit immature, groped on the dead tiger and said with admiration.

“It’s nothing. As long as Tiger works hard to practice archery, he will surpass me sooner or later,” the man called Brother Zhao shook his head and smiled. He was about one meter eight tall, with dark and oily skin, the kind where you could run a horse on his arms, and his whole body was full of muscles. However, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he was already middle-aged.

The third young man frowned and squatted on the ground, sniffing a few times, lifted a leaf, and saw the half bucket of spilled instant noodles and the pierced flip-flop.

“Brother Zhao, Tiger, come here and take a look at this thing. It smells so good. I can’t help but drool…”

“What good thing did Zhu Zi discover?” Tiger, the young man, walked over with his long legs.

“Look at this thing. Doesn’t it smell good?” Zhu Zi pointed at the instant noodles on the ground with a greedy expression.

“What is this thing? It looks strange, but it really smells good,” Tiger swallowed.

“Brother Tiger, do you think this thing can be eaten? Hey, look at this bowl. It’s so beautiful. Huh, there’s still a person on it. I wonder who painted it. It’s so exquisite. It looks like it’s alive. Are the things on it words? They should be words, right? I just don’t know what they say. There’s no one in our village who can read…” Zhu Zi lay on the ground, staring at the instant noodle bowl and talking non-stop.

“What did you guys discover?” Brother Zhao walked over vigilantly. When he smelled the smell of instant noodles, he couldn’t help but make a gulping sound in his throat. Seeing the instant noodle bowl, he was as confused as the other two.

“This bowl is so exquisite that it must be able to sell for a sky-high price. I don’t know which adult dropped it here. Tiger, Zhu Zi, let’s take the bowl with us. Be careful not to break it. Maybe this bowl can be exchanged for a precious secret manual,” Brother Zhao said very seriously.

So the three of them didn’t even want the tiger they had hunted and carefully carried the instant noodle bowl away like a treasure. As for the instant noodles that fell on the ground, the three of them ate them. The taste was so good that the three of them almost gnawed a big hole in the ground…

Bai Yang came here inexplicably and left inexplicably. If he saw the scene of those three people throwing away a tiger and wanting an instant noodle bowl, he would probably fall to the ground, but it was useless. He couldn’t understand what those three people were saying anyway…

Bang…

Bai Yang lay on the sofa in his living room at home with his back, his whole body icy cold and his soul in turmoil. He maintained this posture for a full ten minutes before he reacted.

“Where am I?” Looking at the familiar home, Bai Yang’s head was in a daze.

Like being drunk and having a blackout, he recalled for a long time before remembering that he had inexplicably appeared in a jungle, and then he was almost eaten by a tiger. That tiger had never been seen so big on TV…

“What’s going on? Could it be that I had heatstroke from the heat and had hallucinations?” Bai Yang muttered to himself, still in a daze. He raised his arm to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and his movements froze. He was holding a blade of grass in his hand!

He was holding a blade of grass!

“When the tiger pounced on me, I seemed to have grabbed something randomly…” Bai Yang’s throat was dry as he stared at the grass in his hand…

(New book, asking for collection, recommendation, reward. Every bit of your support is the greatest encouragement to Shi Tou. A different story, a different beginning)

Chapter 2: Doctor, I’m Sick!

A blade of grass, three slender leaves, about a foot long, looking malnourished and very thin. White pulled it up by the roots, still holding some soil, very fresh, looking unappetizing…

Staring at the grass in his hand for a full half hour, White maintained a dazed expression, the whole person as if paused.

Then, as if scalded by a branding iron, he threw away the grass in his hand.

“Ghost…”!

With a loud cry, he ran into his bedroom like a dog was chasing him, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, grabbing his wallet and rushing out the door, slamming it shut with a bang…

In the scorching weather, White was covered in cold sweat, goosebumps densely covering his body, shirtless, wearing only big pants, one foot bare and the other wearing flip-flops. Ignoring the strange looks from people on the street, he ran desperately like a madman.

“Shameless…” “Morally bankrupt…” “Setting a bad example for children…” “Wow, that brother actually has muscles…” White ran past street after street like a mad dog, despised by countless people…

Ten minutes later, at the city people’s hospital, countless people waiting in line to register, annoyed by various problems caused by the high temperature, White rushed into the hospital in a hurry, too late to get a number, heading straight for the psychiatry department.

In the psychiatry diagnosis room, an old doctor with white hair was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Compared to other departments, psychiatry was the most relaxed. In this day and age, various mental cases were everywhere in the world, but not many came to the hospital.

Bang…

The door to the diagnosis room was forcefully pushed open from outside, startling the old doctor, who tore the newspaper in his hand into two halves with a ripping sound.

“Doctor, save me! I feel terrible all over. Just now at home, I found myself inexplicably running into a forest, with a tiger wanting to eat me, and then I was back home in a flash…” White rushed into the diagnosis room, recounting his terrifying experience in a flurry, gripping the old doctor’s arm tightly, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw of hope…

“Young man, calm down, calm down, don’t shake me, I’m getting dizzy…” After finally calming White down, the old doctor let out a big sigh of relief. Young people are too scary. He took a sip of tea to calm his nerves before extending his hand to White and saying, “Young man, where’s your medical record book?”

White: “…”

An hour later, White got a new number, then explained the situation. After a round of questioning and diagnosis, the old doctor concluded, “Young man, you’re not sick. The weather is too hot, so pay attention to rest and prevent heatstroke. Remember not to stay up late playing games or watching movies. Mental fatigue can easily cause hallucinations. Go rest for a while, cook some mung bean porridge to drink, it’ll be fine.”

“No, doctor, you have to believe me. I’m really sick, and it’s serious. I’ve lost my mind, I’m telling you. Look, my shoulder was bitten by a big mosquito, and my foot sole was pricked by a thorn. It happened in a forest, but I was clearly at home. But if I was at home, why would this happen? Am I in the late stages of mental illness? Or is it dissociative identity disorder, inexplicably running to the forest and back, and I don’t even know it myself…” White was anxious, looking like he was saying, “Doctor, don’t lie to me, I’m really sick.”

“Are you the doctor or am I the doctor? It’s really nothing. Your thinking is normal, your speech is clear, and there are no adverse reactions of a mentally ill person. It’s really nothing. Listen to me, stop playing…” “No, doctor, take another look, or give me some medicine.”

“…” After some haggling, the doctor couldn’t stand up to White and reluctantly prescribed him some calming and brain-boosting medicine, and only then did White let him go.

Standing at the hospital entrance, White looked at the diagnosis sheet with great entanglement, unable to rest assured no matter what. Then he went to another hospital, braving the sun and countless strange looks from people. He ran to five or six hospitals in a row, and the results were all the same. He wasn’t mentally ill, he was as healthy as could be.

After all, mental illness isn’t something you think you have just because you think you do. Real mental patients and normal people have obvious differences. White told his experience, and the doctors all felt that either White was making a fuss or he was having hallucinations due to heatstroke.

Dragging his tired body to the downstairs of his building, White hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to go home. Opening the door, he carefully observed for a while, and there was no abnormality. He poked every corner with a clothes pole to make sure there was no danger before carefully sitting on the sofa, feeling extremely entangled inside.

He was a college graduate who had received higher education, and he had watched many exploration programs about instantly crossing long distances to reach another place, but he couldn’t accept this kind of thing happening to him at all. Besides thinking he was crazy, he had no other explanation.

That blade of grass was still lying on the coffee table, and even some soil had fallen on the floor. His flip-flop was missing one, the instant noodles were gone, and the traces of noodle soup on his body proved that the instant noodles really existed…

So the question was, what was this situation? He was staying at home, and he sat down and ended up in another place…?

“That place didn’t look like Earth. The sun on Earth is golden right now, but the sun there was white. It’s obviously not Earth. The problem is that I inexplicably went and then inexplicably came back. Is this a minute-long time travel experience?”

After the initial panic, confirming that he wasn’t sick, White could seriously think about that magical experience.

People who grew up eating all kinds of toxins were powerful. Although it was very unbelievable, White quickly accepted the fact of that magical experience.

“So the question comes again. Why could I go back after going there? There wasn’t anything incredible happening to me, so how could I experience time travel, and even go back…” Sitting on the sofa, White muttered to himself, and before he could finish speaking, he disappeared from the living room with a whoosh…

He only felt his eyes blur, and in the blink of an eye, White was back in that jungle. Because he maintained a sitting posture, he sat directly on the ground, letting out a howl and jumping up, not knowing what had pricked his butt.

“There really is a way back… Damn it… Tiger… Go back…” White, who had returned to the jungle, saw the tiger lying on the ground not far away, and was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He shouted in his heart to go back, and sure enough, he disappeared from the jungle with a whoosh and returned to his living room at home…

Looking at the familiar home, White was dumbfounded. A few seconds ago, he was in the living room, then he appeared in the jungle, and now he was back…

“Hiss…” He reached out and pulled out a thorn from his butt, and the pain told him that all of this was real!

The reason why humans can rule the Earth is because humans are good at summarizing and analyzing. After experiencing two brief and eerie experiences, White wasn’t stupid. After all, he was a college graduate who had received higher education. He basically figured out the situation.

“Although I don’t know what that place is, it’s very dangerous, and going there…” Whoosh… He disappeared from the living room, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared again, looking frustrated and continuing, “…coming back is completely controlled by my own thoughts. If I want to go there…” “…I’ll go there…” “…and if I want to come back, I’ll come back.”

After summarizing, he ‘flashed’ twice again. White looked at the ceiling, knowing that he had hit the jackpot. Although he didn’t know what was going on, the fact was the fact!

Scratching his head again, he first found two band-aids to casually treat the places where his foot sole and butt were pricked by thorns, dazed for a while, then stood up with a jolt, grabbed the blade of grass on the tea machine, went to the computer desk, opened Baidu, and searched for information about grass plants. After browsing tens of thousands of pictures of various grass plants for two hours, he couldn’t find any that matched the grass he brought back from that forest.

“Plants like this might still be undiscovered by humans, but the sun in the sky there can’t be fake. The sun the size of a wheel is white, and Earth doesn’t have it. That place should not be Earth.” After a round of busy work, White came to this conclusion.

Then, he was both excited and apprehensive. An unknown world was in front of him. Who could remain calm? His heart was like cat claws.

“Whether going there… or coming back, I’ll appear where I left last time, but that damn tiger won’t move from where it is. How can I go there to explore?” Although he really wanted to go there to see what kind of world it was, White saw that tiger lying there every time he ‘flashed’. He didn’t dare to go there at all. He couldn’t understand why he and that tiger had such a deep hatred that the other party was specifically ‘guarding the corpse at the respawn point’?

White didn’t know that the tiger had already died, and thought the other party was specifically guarding him.

But, he wasn’t blind. After going there a few times, he discovered that the tiger was wrong. When he went there again, he stayed there carefully for two seconds, looking like he was about to run away at any time. As a result, when he looked, his eyes widened. The tiger’s head, both eyes were pierced by an arrow, and it was deader than dead!

“Dead? What’s going on? Was it shot to death by someone with an arrow? There are people around…” Thinking of this, White quickly ran away, returning directly to his living room at home, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. It was too dangerous. What if an arrow flew out of the forest and hit him? Just thinking about the consequences was terrifying!

“That side is too dangerous. The tiger is bigger than a cow, and the arrow can pierce through the tiger’s head. What kind of bow and arrow would have such power?” Although White only knew this much about the situation on that side for now, summing it up, there were only two words: dangerous!

But, the more it was like this, the more his heart itched. Curiosity killed the cat. Humans always have an unparalleled desire to explore unknown things, and White was no exception. His eyes rolled around, looking around the house, hoping to find something that could help him explore the other side…

(New book needs care, please collect and recommend)

Chapter 3: Good Stuff, Hehe…

Before White could find anything useful at home, his stomach began to protest with loud growls. Only then did he realize that he hadn’t eaten anything since waking up, and he had no idea where his instant noodles had gone.

“It’s already three in the afternoon!” he thought.

Pulling out his phone to check the time, White grinned wryly. No wonder his stomach was making such a fuss.

Knowing his own cooking skills were only at the beginner level—edible but not particularly tasty—he had no intention of trying to make something in the kitchen himself. The best solution he could think of for his hunger was instant noodles…

“Damn, they’re gone. I remember buying a whole box last month on the tenth,” he muttered, opening the drawer and staring in disbelief.

Then he began to calculate. His mom got off work at five, and by the time she got home it would be at least five-thirty. If she cooked dinner, it might not be ready until seven. By that time, he’d probably be too weak to move. As for his dad, not only did he get off work at six, but his cooking skills were even worse than White’s.

“Forget it, I guess I’ll have to go out and grab something to eat. But I don’t have much pocket money left…”

White scratched his head in utter frustration.

In this conflicted state of mind, a thought suddenly flashed through his brain—there was apparently something good to eat “next door”!

Tiger meat! He’d never eaten it in his entire life…

Once this idea took hold, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He paced restlessly around the living room, then gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. “Screw it, I’m going for it!”

Rushing to the kitchen, he grabbed a frying pan, tested its weight, and nodded in satisfaction. He found some nylon rope and tied it to his back, then picked up a stainless steel pot lid. Gripping his mom’s usual rib-cutting boning knife, he was “fully armed” and took a deep breath.

“Let’s go…”

Whoosh! He instantly disappeared from his kitchen.

He had tied the frying pan to his back and carried the stainless steel pot lid to protect against potential arrows in the jungle. The boning knife, of course, was for cutting off a piece of tiger meat to eat. Although he had considered dragging the whole tiger back to process later, he realized the tiger was too large. Even though his spacious living room could barely fit it, he’d probably end up crushing a lot of stuff in the process. And if he made the place a bloody mess, his mom would probably kill him when she got home…

White’s mom was fierce—a discipline director at a key university in the city. He asked you, are you scared? Unfortunately, the university White attended was the same one where his mom worked. During his time there, he was the model of obedience. Don’t be fooled by their blood relation; when his mom was at school, she treated everyone equally, no matter who you were. That said, White was also lucky. Otherwise, with his lazy nature, he probably wouldn’t have graduated. After all, she was his real mother!

As for White’s dad, he had started a furniture factory himself. White didn’t bother to find out the specifics, but considering that the three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment they bought for over a million—130 square meters in a residential area—was paid for in full by his dad, the business must be doing pretty well. If it weren’t for such parents, how would he have the luxury of lying around at home doing nothing? He’d have to roll up his sleeves and go find a job!

Carefully appearing “over there,” White paid close attention to the surrounding movements. Seeing no signs of danger, he quickly ran to the dead tiger and examined the fierce beast up close.

White had seen tigers at the zoo before, but compared to the dead tiger before him, those were all garbage—like little kittens in terms of size.

They say a tiger’s majesty lives on after death. Standing three meters away from the dead tiger, White knew the beast was already as dead as could be, but he hesitated for a long time before daring to approach. He was always ready to run, afraid the dead tiger might suddenly get up and pounce on him.

Finally reaching the tiger’s side, he kicked it lightly and quickly retreated a step. Nothing happened. He felt relieved.

“Damn, weren’t you fierce? You almost scared the piss out of me before. Why don’t you try being badass again?” White taunted the dead tiger. If the tiger moved even slightly, he’d run away immediately. This was just normal human psychology. He was a modern city dweller who hadn’t received any special training. You couldn’t expect him to be fearless and conquer the heavens and earth. Even so-called special forces would probably kneel before this tiger, let alone this half-useless urban shut-in.

“This thing is so big. If I took it to the market to sell, I wonder how much it would cost. It’s worth at least three big fat pigs, especially this tiger skin. If it’s complete and properly processed, it would be worth a million, and people would fight over it…”

Muttering to himself, White knew that if he dared to take this thing to sell, his parents would probably be visiting him in prison the next day. This wasn’t because he lacked a sense of adventure or the boldness of youth; it was simply that he had food, clothing, and a decent life, so why take such a risk? A gentleman doesn’t stand under a dangerous wall—that’s the way to survive!

“The value of this tiger in some people’s eyes is probably worth millions. This is all made up of…”

Grinding his teeth in frustration, White raised his knife and began chopping. After much effort and panting heavily, he finally cut off one of the tiger’s front legs. Good lord, it was as big as a cow’s leg! And the bones were incredibly hard—if his family’s boning knife weren’t of good quality, it might have broken.

“Just this one leg is enough to eat for several days, right?”

Carrying the tiger leg, which weighed at least thirty pounds, White wondered how it had grown so large.

With the goods in hand and ready to head back, he suddenly smirked wickedly. What was the most valuable part of a tiger’s body? Of course, that one thing. Hehe…

Goodness, White busied himself for a full ten minutes before finally pulling out that one thing from the tiger’s belly. It was nearly two feet long and as thick as a child’s arm…

“Good stuff. Soak it in alcohol. That thing…” Looking down at a certain part of his own body, White didn’t dare to think further. He was still young and full of vigor, so he didn’t need it… but who would complain about being even more impressive, right?

“Back to cooking meat…”

After returning home again, White went to the kitchen and began processing the tiger leg with various kitchen knives. He peeled off the skin, chopped off the claws, and threw the obvious features “over there” for nature to dispose of.

For the rest, he worked hard again, chopping it into pieces with the boning knife and putting them in the freezer for next time. He left behind a three-pound piece of meat and a section of tiger bone, washed them clean, and threw them in a pot.

“Damn… how do you stew tiger meat anyway?”

He was stumped but didn’t dwell on it. When in doubt, ask Baidu—there’s always an answer. After searching online, the simplest method was clear stew. Perfect, it was convenient. He added half a pot of water, threw in some ginger, garlic, and salt, and after thinking about it, added a few dried chili peppers. Covering the pot, he turned on the heat. Bring it to a boil on high heat, skim off the foam, then switch to low heat and simmer…

“Tiger meat, my god. I’ll finally have something to eat now,” White said, watching the pot steaming away. He almost drooled, knowing the taste definitely wouldn’t be great, but he couldn’t resist sniffing it.

This thing needed to stew for an hour. After ten minutes, he grew impatient. Then he noticed the tiger whip nearby and slapped his forehead. Damn, he’d forgotten about that.

“Tiger penis wine, tiger penis wine… how do you make that?”

Searching online again, the simplest method was to just throw it into high-proof liquor, seal it, and let it soak for a while. Although there were better methods that could bring out more value, White, who was too lazy to bother, decisively gave up on the other methods.

Opening his wallet with great reluctance, he took out three bills and went out. After wandering around half the street, he finally found a place that sold bulk liquor. After some haggling, he paid two hundred and fifty yuan and walked away with a twenty-pound jar of fifty-two-proof white liquor, jar included.

Back home, he threw the washed tiger penis into the jar, found some plastic wrap and wrapped it in dozens of layers, tied it with a rope to seal it, and put it under the bed in the bedroom. Done!

“I wonder if this thing, once ready, will help with secondary development.”

After all the busy work, White remembered the stew on the stove, slapped his forehead, and went to the kitchen.

Wiggling his nose a few times, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself, “This smell… it’s so special. Even though I only added some ginger, garlic, and salt, it’s clearly meat, but why does it have a faint sweet aroma? It’s so comfortable.”

The smell was too special. White couldn’t resist tasting it. Seeing that the time was about right, he turned off the heat, found a big bowl, and served himself a large bowl of soup. He also scooped out a few pieces of meat that had turned milky white. He covered the pot and left the rest for his parents. Even though they might not be the most reliable, as a son, he knew he should show gratitude for their upbringing.

Carrying a big bowl of tiger meat soup to the living room, he let it cool for a while. When the temperature was just right, he took a sip with a spoon, closed his eyes, and savored it…

“I guess I really don’t have the potential to be a food critic. This thing and chicken soup don’t seem to be much different.”

Shaking his head, White gulped down the big bowl of soup in a few bites and wolfed down the tiger meat. Rubbing his belly, he felt satisfied and comfortable…

“I can go to that side. What’s the principle behind this? Come to think of it, I’m not wearing the ancestral jade pendant, I haven’t been electrocuted, I don’t have a high fever or been hit by a car, and there’s no electronic voice mysteriously appearing in my mind. How did I suddenly gain the ability to freely move between here and there? Also, what kind of place is that? Judging from the sun in the sky and that tiger, it’s definitely not Earth. Earth’s sun isn’t that big or that color, and there aren’t tigers that big on Earth. Who shot that tiger? Looks like I need to find a way to get some useful things and go over there to figure out what’s going on. The place I went to seems to be a huge forest with so many poisonous insects and fierce beasts. What do I need to prepare to ensure my own safety? This damn weather… why is it still so hot in the afternoon…” White, comfortably sprawled on the sofa in the posture of Uncle Ge, looked at the ceiling and let his mind wander, thinking randomly about all sorts of things. After thinking for a while, he touched his forehead and found his hand covered in sweat.

“Damn, something’s not right. Why is it getting hotter and hotter? Holy shit, I’m having a nosebleed…” Two streams of hot liquid flowed from White’s nostrils, and he couldn’t stop it no matter what. His whole body felt hot and dry…

(Please collect and recommend! Every bit of your support is motivation for Stone to write.)

Chapter 4: Preparation

Water gushed from the showerhead as Bai Yang stood beneath it, head tilted back. Cold water cascaded over his body, yet he still felt feverish all over.

Blood trickled from his nose in steady streams, diluted by the flowing water and running down his body to the floor, disappearing into the drain. The nosebleed wouldn’t stop, and Bai Yang feared he might literally bleed to death at this rate.

That wasn’t all—good heavens, how was he supposed to live like this…

Only then did Bai Yang remember that every part of a tiger was precious. People used tiger bones to make medicinal soups and remedies, measured in grams. And here he was, having consumed an entire bowl of tiger meat soup and meat. As a healthy young man, full of vigor, he had overdone it.

“Tiger meat, oh tiger meat, do I really not have the fortune to enjoy you? If this is what happens after eating tiger meat soup, if I were to drink tiger penis wine, wouldn’t I just explode on the spot…”

Outside, the front door opened from the outside, and a middle-aged woman in a gray professional outfit walked in. Though crow’s feet had appeared at the corners of her eyes from years of experience, one could still vaguely see that she had been a great beauty in her youth.

Her short hair, parted to the side, gave her a capable yet not rigid appearance. After changing into house slippers at the entrance, she called toward the rooms: “Hey, is the brat home?”

No one answered. Zhen Guoying didn’t think much of it and, upon reaching the living room, noticed the bowls on the coffee table. She let out a soft “huh,” surprised that the brat hadn’t been living on instant noodles. This seemed somewhat unscientific.

Her son’s character was well-known to her—if there was an easier way, he would never trouble himself. For him to actually cook his own food? She almost went to the window to check if the sun was rising from the west.

The door opened again, and a middle-aged handsome man walked in. As he changed his shoes at the entrance, he said: “Why are you back so late today? You usually have dinner ready by now.”

“There was a fight between two boys at school over a girl today. I taught them a harsh lesson. What does Old Bai want to eat? I’ll go make it now.”

“Just make something simple. You’ve had a tiring day.”

The couple had weathered decades together, their daily interactions so ingrained they needed no deliberate expression—every word and action came naturally.

Zhen Guoying nodded but leaned close to Bai Jianjun mysteriously: “Hey, Old Bai, is something wrong with our son today? He actually went to the kitchen to make something to eat.”

“Really?” Bai Jianjun was surprised.

“You old fool, can’t you smell the scent coming from the room?”

So the two old folks glanced toward the bathroom and, acting suspiciously, went to the kitchen to investigate. Inside, Bai Yang had thrown everything related to tiger characteristics into the “next door,” so naturally they couldn’t discern anything. Few people had eaten tiger meat—if they could recognize it, that would be a miracle.

“What kind of meat is this?” Old Bai asked, pointing to the milky-white tiger meat in the pot.

“It’s not pork, beef, or mutton. I don’t know either,” Zhen Guoying said, spreading her hands after examining it.

“Let’s taste the brat’s cooking.”

Old Bai didn’t care what kind of meat it was—his son had shown filial piety by cooking for them, and no matter what, he had to sample it. As long as it wasn’t too terrible, he would praise his son lavishly later.

Taking a spoon, Old Bai drank some soup, and his eyes lit up: “Although I don’t know what kind of meat this is, it’s definitely good stuff. It’s just that the son’s cooking skills are too poor—he’s ruined it.”

“Let me try…”

The two old folks whispered in the kitchen, critiquing Bai Yang’s tiger meat soup, mainly trying to guess what kind of meat it was—you taste this, I taste that. Soon half the pot of tiger meat soup was gone, but they still had no answer.

Bai Yang, who had finally stopped his nosebleed and walked out of the bathroom, stood at the kitchen entrance, dumbfounded, sighing inwardly. No wonder he thought he needed to find a place to spend the night outside.

His parents were in their prime years, and after eating a whole pot of nourishing tiger meat soup, who knew what would happen…

“By the way, brat, what kind of meat is this?” Zhen Guoying pointed to the clean pot and asked.

“Well, uh, a classmate of mine express-delivered some fresh wild boar meat from the countryside, eight hundred miles. There’s still some in the fridge,” Bai Yang lied with wide-open eyes, not even trembling.

“No wonder—I was wondering how I couldn’t tell what kind of meat it was. Real wild boar meat from the countryside tastes exactly like this,” Old Bai nodded knowingly.

That night, Bai Yang wore headphones, listened to music, and researched wilderness survival information until midnight before sleeping…

While researching, Bai Yang was breaking out in cold sweat, deeply frightened. His actions “over there” during the day had been suicidal—he had no wilderness safety awareness whatsoever, especially regarding thorn pricks and mosquito bites. He counted himself lucky not to have been poisoned; otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

It was also because of this that he didn’t dare to go over that night, deciding to prepare the necessary equipment before exploring the next day.

Perhaps because there was a whole new world waiting for him to explore, Bai Yang got up early the next day, full of energy. As he walked out of his bedroom, he saw his mother, glowing with health, bringing breakfast to the table, while his father was rubbing his waist and drinking tea…

“Morning, Dad, Mom…”

After greeting them, Bai Yang went to the bathroom.

Bai Jianjun and Zhen Guoying exchanged glances, feeling somewhat embarrassed, thinking their son hadn’t slept well because of them…

During breakfast, Bai Yang quickly finished eating and, looking at Bai Jianjun, said shamelessly: “Dad, can I discuss something with you?”

“Out of money again?” Bai Jianjun asked with an “I understand” expression. Perhaps because of his return to youth last night, he was particularly agreeable.

Bai Yang was speechless. Did he open his mouth just to ask for money? He said: “How much can you give me…?”

With an expression that said “I know what kind of shit you’re going to pull as soon as I see your butt,” Bai Jianjun picked up his phone and tapped a few times.

Ding dong—Bai Yang picked up his phone, and ten thousand yuan had been transferred.

“Dad, you’re the best. Can I borrow your car for a day?”

“Don’t push your luck, brat.”

“Just one day. I have something to do.”

Zhen Guoying put down her chopsticks and asked Bai Yang mysteriously: “Are you going to pick up girls? Then you’d better wash Old Bai’s crappy car clean. I was thinking you’re not young anymore, and I could find you a female teacher or so-called campus belle from school, but it turns out our son already has a target.”

Bai Yang was at a loss with such parents. It wasn’t like this outside, so why were they so unreliable at home?

In the end, Bai Yang still got the car. When Old Bai went out, he whispered mysteriously to Bai Yang: “Find a way to get me more of that meat, and you won’t be shortchanged, brat.”

Alright, Bai Yang only then understood why his father had been so agreeable today.

No wonder—after drinking the tiger meat soup yesterday, he had only slept two or three hours that night and still felt full of energy. Wouldn’t his parents be like having auxiliary status buffs at their age…

After getting dressed, Bai Yang took his keys and left. Driving Old Bai’s little Mercedes, he opened the navigation and headed straight for the military surplus store he had found the previous night. Although he knew most items there were knockoffs and unlikely to be genuine, Bai Yang had no choice. If he just bought a couple of watermelon knives from the supermarket and went over, he would definitely be seeking death.

The owner of the military surplus store was unexpectedly a young man—a neat crew cut, dark skin, and bulging muscles. If you said he wasn’t a retired soldier, Bai Yang wouldn’t believe it even if you killed him.

“Brother, what do you need?”

The boss looked up at Bai Yang who had entered and said, then continued looking down at whatever he was tinkering with.

According to his own thoughts, Bai Yang stated what he wanted: “Anti-stab boots, anti-stab vest, abrasion-resistant gloves, helmet. Oh, and do you have electric batons? Let me think… Oh right, I also need a machete. Do you have one here?”

Hearing Bai Yang’s words, the young boss sized him up and asked: “Brother, what are you planning to do?”

“Wilderness exploration,” Bai Yang answered matter-of-factly.

“Amateur. I can tell at a glance you’re an amateur.”

“Why do you say that?” Bai Yang raised an eyebrow.

The boss put down what he was doing, took a meter-long box from the shelf, and threw it to Bai Yang: “Everything you want is inside, including things you haven’t thought of.”

Bai Yang didn’t speak, just looked at the other person. What did he mean?

The boss looked defeated and pointed at the box to explain: “Inside is a set of professional wilderness survival equipment. Besides the boots, clothes, gloves, and helmet you want, there’s also a multifunctional flashlight that can double as an electric baton, a multifunctional engineer shovel, and a satellite GPS navigator—satisfying all your requirements. Although none of them are top-tier, looking at you, I can tell you’re an amateur at most going to wander around in a small forest, which is enough.”

“Boss, you’re really professional. How much?” Although he had been looked down upon and doubted, Bai Yang didn’t care. Would he tell you he was going to explore a whole new world?

“The full set is 8,500 yuan. No bargaining. Thank you for your patronage.”

“Can I pay by WeChat?” Bai Yang took out his phone.

…

Watching Bai Yang walk away with the box, the boss shook his head and muttered: “One look and you can tell he’s a country bumpkin. Who buys things without even looking, not even bargaining over the price? If I don’t rip him off, who will I rip off?”

But after Bai Yang drove away with the items, sitting in the car, he muttered to himself: “Hehe, first time’s new, second time’s familiar. After this first and second time, this punk won’t be able to sell me the real good stuff…”

As if Bai Yang was an idiot. With the danger level over there, just having these things to survive? Forget it. If he didn’t get a couple of guns, Bai Yang absolutely wouldn’t dare to swagger into that forest. Some netizens had already said—that shop’s boss could get good stuff…

Of course, he hadn’t spent all the money. After all, these things were still useful. That punk wouldn’t fake the goods, at most just overcharging.

The next stop was the supermarket, where Bai Yang bought several bottles of mosquito repellent. He had firsthand experience with the mosquitoes over there.

Finally, he drove toward his father’s furniture factory—not to ask for money, but to “borrow” things. When it came to clearing paths in the jungle, what could compare to those chainsaws like in “Scruffy”? Bai Yang vaguely remembered his father’s furniture factory specialized in high-end solid wood furniture…

Chapter 5: Exploration

White’s home was in S City by Taihu Lake, not too far from the Magic Capital. “Heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below” - that’s where he lived. His father’s furniture factory was in the suburbs, about half an hour’s drive away.

Regarding his father’s furniture factory, White still remembered visiting a few times as a child. He hadn’t been there much since middle school. Though his memories were vague, finding the place wasn’t difficult with GPS navigation.

“Dad makes furniture. With all those trees in ‘that place,’ bringing them back would minimize our factory’s costs, right? I heard some precious hardwood furniture can be worth millions. I wonder if there are such valuable woods over there…”

While waiting at a red light, White was lost in thought, feeling there was great potential. The only trouble was how to get the wood past his father.

In the end, White didn’t go to his family’s furniture factory. When passing a hardware store, he saw “Bald Qiang brand saws” for sale. After asking about the price, the cheaper ones were eight hundred yuan, and came with a bucket of oil. He still had some of his father’s funds left, so he bought one and headed home…

That’s just the kind of person White was - if he could save time and effort, he’d never make things difficult for himself.

Back home, he moved the saw box and diesel to his room, preparing to explore the other side.

Opening the gear he’d bought from the military surplus store, White was instantly stunned. This was when he understood what “professional” meant. Though the equipment in the box seemed like he might have been ripped off after spending so much money, the variety was comprehensive and complete.

Compass, knife, fire starter, flashlight, rope, multi-purpose military shovel, first aid kit, water bottle with filtration function, a set of multi-purpose folding tools, and even small bells, a small solar charging panel, and surprisingly, a gas mask? A complete set of outdoor gear from head to toe…

“Speaking of which, this set of outdoor equipment cost me 8,500 yuan. Did I make money or lose money on this?”

White couldn’t calculate this question. Perhaps these things weren’t worth much in front of that boss, but in his eyes, such comprehensive outdoor equipment for 8,500 yuan was an absolute bargain!

But a problem arose - with so many things, which ones should he carry with him?

“Put the clothes on first, leave the rest in the room. I can come back and get whatever I need later.”

Silently giving himself a mental thumbs-up for his cleverness, he began to get ready, once again marveling at that guy’s professionalism. A set of tight-fitting clothes with excellent breathability was worn on his body. If he put on the hood, he’d look like Spider-Man. Though he didn’t know what wearing this thing was for, since it was a complete set, to avoid risking his life, he still put it on.

After putting on the tight-fitting clothes, he wore an outer camouflage suit that looked to be of very good quality. He fastened the multi-purpose belt, attaching the flashlight with a stun gun function to his waist. On his feet were high boots that were quite heavy. White suspected there were steel plates in the soles, so he wouldn’t have to worry about stepping on thorns anymore.

“Then what else do I need? Forget it, I’ll go over and see. If I’m missing something, I can just get it then.”

Yeah, being able to come back anytime was so convenient.

Taking the multi-purpose military shovel, gripping the flashlight from his waist in his left hand, he set off…

White, who disappeared into his bedroom, once again arrived at that forest. After a day, the tiger he had shot, having lost one of its legs, had already disappeared. All that remained were some bones still with bits of flesh, and all around were messy claw prints.

“That huge tiger was gone in one night. What ate it?”

Looking at the claw prints around him, White shivered.

Not feeling reassured, he went back home, took his phone, and came over to take a photo of the claw prints. Searching online, he discovered they were wolf prints, making White grimace. The tiger over there was almost twice the size of Earth’s tigers. Judging from the wolf prints, they were probably not small either, at least much larger than Earth’s wolves!

This made him understand that if he couldn’t come back anytime and stayed in that forest, he wouldn’t survive an hour!

Arriving in the jungle again, he looked around, wondering where to start.

After thinking for a while, he slapped his forehead, almost forgetting the most important point - the time difference problem between the two sides. What if one day passed here while a year passed on the other side? That would be disastrous.

After going back and forth, back to his bedroom, he set his phone’s timer, took out a multi-function stopwatch from the box, went back to the jungle, pressed the stopwatch, and nervously waited a minute before returning to his bedroom to compare with his phone’s time. A minute had passed there too. The fact proved that the time flow rate was the same on both sides.

“This doesn’t make sense. If that side isn’t Earth, the magnetic field must be different from Earth’s. Why would the time flow rate be the same?”

This was a question White couldn’t explain. It involved too much professional knowledge in astronomy and geography. He only needed to know that the time difference between the two sides was the same.

Although the time flow rate was the same on both sides, White still noticed a difference. After all, they were two different planes, and there was still a time difference. For example, it was almost 2 PM on Earth side, while it seemed to be around 7 or 8 AM on this side, judging from the sun’s position.

In other words, the length of one day on Earth side and this side should be different. Earth side has 24 hours in a day, but he didn’t know how many hours this side had - maybe longer, maybe shorter.

Exploring how long one day was on this side was something he couldn’t do right now. He couldn’t stay ‘a day’ on this side and then go back, or his parents would report him missing to the police. But he would have plenty of opportunities in the future, so no rush.

“In the future, when I have the chance, I must buy some high-tech equipment to analyze the air, soil, and other components on this side, to fully understand this world. But for now, let’s find the humans of this world first.”

From the arrow that shot the tiger, White had already analyzed that there were humans on this side, and it wasn’t a wilderness world. The arrow was in his hand right now, quite heavy, about half a catty. The arrow shaft was made of some kind of wood material, very solid. The arrowhead was metal, grayish-white. White estimated it was iron, but the exact composition would require professional instrument analysis to know.

In short, a whole new world was before him. Everything was unfamiliar to him - from the air, soil, plants, sunlight, and so on, it needed systematic analysis and research. But that wasn’t urgent. After all, judging by the current situation, this world was very suitable for human survival. He had come here many times without any abnormalities, fully indicating that the living environment here was similar to Earth and shouldn’t cause him any harm.

“So the next step is to find a way out of here to find the humans of this world. Only by contacting human civilization can I fully understand this world. Thank goodness for science - with a compass, I don’t have to worry about getting lost.”

This unfamiliar world also had a magnetic field, and the compass quickly pointed him in the right direction. Generally, human habitation wouldn’t be chosen in high terrain because low terrain has water sources, and survival depends on water. White felt that no matter what world, such survival rules couldn’t be escaped.

White’s mosquito repellent was a waste of money. Wearing this set of outdoor gear in the jungle, he didn’t have to worry about the large mosquitoes. He also wasn’t stupid enough to use the diesel-powered saw to clear a path - the sound was too loud, and he didn’t want to die. Using the military shovel with cutting function to clear the way, occasionally checking the compass, he moved in the direction of lower terrain.

“I almost forgot a detail. Since that tiger was shot, someone must have been to this place!”

Slapping his forehead, White started walking back. Fortunately, he had only walked more than ten meters, so he quickly returned.

Carefully observing the messy ground, he indeed found some footprints. The rotting leaves and soil in the jungle were very soft, and since it hadn’t rained, the footprints left behind were very clear.

“So following these footprints should easily lead me to the human civilization of this world, right?”

Following the direction of the footprints, it proved his previous idea was correct. These footprints led to lower terrain. As for why the other party didn’t erase their footprints while walking through the jungle, that wasn’t something White could understand.

Although White was already being very careful facing this unknown jungle, he still fell victim to it. He felt a tightness around his waist, difficulty breathing, and without knowing from where, a python as thick as a thigh silently rushed out and wrapped around him.

“Damn it, go back…” In a critical moment, he instantly disappeared from the jungle and returned to his bedroom, lying on the ground trembling with lingering fear.

He hadn’t seen clearly what kind of python it was. Although he had only been entangled for less than a second, he also felt like his whole body’s bones were about to be broken.

“Too dangerous!”

It took a full hour, estimating that the python had already left, before he went over again, prepared to run back anytime.

After going over, the python had disappeared, leaving a winding trace as thick as a bowl on the soft ground, disappearing into the jungle.

“If I didn’t have the ability to come back anytime, someone like me wouldn’t survive half an hour in this jungle. And that’s because I’m too weak. If I didn’t have the ability to travel between the two worlds, I should have used the stun gun immediately at that time…”

Summarizing in his heart, he observed his surroundings again and continued to explore in the direction of the footprints, but even more carefully…

Chapter 6: Shock

The jungle was filled with dangers everywhere. A single thorn, a poisonous leaf, an inconspicuous insect, a pit hidden beneath rotting leaves, or a sudden beast attack could all take a life without warning.

As White navigated through the jungle, despite being as careful as possible, dangerous situations kept occurring one after another. A giant spider suddenly appeared on his shoulder, baring its fangs and waving its legs. He stepped into a hidden pit. A beast suddenly lunged out. In just two hours, White had encountered dozens of similar incidents!

It was truly a heart-pounding experience.

“What’s so great about Bear Grylls? He’d be dead in minutes here…” White complained as he walked, encountering danger after danger. Every time, he would immediately run back to ‘the other side’. When facing animal threats, it was manageable - they would leave after a while. But the most frustrating were the pit traps. Each time he traveled between the two worlds and returned, he would end up at the same spot where he had left. He had suffered enough from these sudden pits, nearly failing to climb out several times.

Following the faint footprints in the jungle, White walked for over four hours but still couldn’t see the edge of the jungle. On Earth, it was already night, forcing him to stop. While it was nighttime on Earth, it was only noon here!

Returning to reality, he packed up his things, ate, and slept. The day passed, leaving him completely exhausted…

The next day, after his parents went to work, White ate the breakfast his mother made with ‘original wild boar meat’, changed into his outdoor survival gear, and set out again to find another world’s civilization.

What frustrated him was that when he crossed over, it was evening there. Although the moon and stars were bright, the darkness of the jungle increased the danger tenfold, forcing him to give up.

Besides confirming that the time difference between the two worlds was indeed measured in days, he also witnessed the magical night of that world.

There were three moons in the sky - one large and two small. The large one was as big as a wheel, while the two smaller ones were about the size of a bowl. The two smaller moons orbited around the larger one, though not very fast, they were indeed doing so.

White spent a day in the real world observing the moon changes on the other side multiple times. In about ten hours there, the two smaller moons would orbit the larger one once.

Pfft, it’s just a planet with two satellites in the sky. Nothing special. Although the large one was white like ice, and the two smaller ones were dark red and ice blue…

After two days of comparative observation, White roughly concluded an unreliable theory: in that other world, a day lasts at least forty hours or more. The exact duration was unknown.

When it was daytime on the other side, it was just nightfall in the real world. After dinner, after some hesitation, he couldn’t resist closing his bedroom door, changing into his gear, and continuing his exploration journey on the other side.

White was immersed in his exploration fun. His friends who couldn’t contact him would occasionally mention him, but nothing came of it. The world would keep turning without anyone.

Continuing to stumble through the jungle for several hours, the prospect of leaving the jungle remained distant. If not for the belief in exploring a whole new world supporting him, he would have given up.

Had he ever seen a spider with twelve legs? White had. Had he ever seen a butterfly with feathers? White had. Had he ever seen a flower with a ghost-like face? White had.

He even had photos and short videos of these things on his phone, but he had deleted them all. Once leaked, he probably wouldn’t have peace on Earth anymore.

White had also seen some strange fruits in the jungle, but he didn’t dare pick them to taste. What if he died from poison? Whose responsibility would that be? Following the principle of safety first, he absolutely wouldn’t take risks until he figured things out.

If White were a botanist or biologist, a small patch of the jungle would be enough for him to study for years. However, he wanted to find humans in this world first to understand the specific situation before anything else. Those things wouldn’t run away anyway; he could study them slowly later. A cursory look was enough for now.

“Temperature twenty-eight degrees. I don’t even know what season it is here. The humidity and heat make it unbearable,” White complained softly while carefully resting against a large tree.

He was just a country bumpkin. That large tree that would require at least two people to hug - he didn’t even recognize it as rosewood. And that inconspicuous plant by his feet was the legendary wild ginseng…

But he didn’t recognize them. Could you blame him? How many people truly understand things that were once familiar? There are plenty of people in the city who don’t know how the rice they eat every day comes to be, and some even think rice grows on trees.

“Roar…”

“Boom…”

A roar and a dull thud came from about thirty meters to White’s left, scaring him so much that his whole body trembled. He instantly ran back to his bedroom.

“What am I running for? From the sound, it’s quite a distance away. I could wait until I see what it is before running. How am I getting more cowardly as I live?”

After mocking himself, holding an electric baton in one hand and a sharp military shovel in the other, White returned to the jungle, leaning against the big tree and carefully listening to the sounds from afar.

Besides continuous roars coming from that side, there were also some strange gibberish sounds.

“Something’s happening!”

Seeing the leaves in the direction of the sound source constantly shaking, White perked up, especially those gibberish sounds. Although he couldn’t understand what they were, White was sure they were human speech.

Not having left the jungle to find people, they had appeared on their own. White didn’t know if this was good luck.

Carefully approaching, after walking more than ten meters and pushing aside a branch, White stared with wide eyes toward the direction of the continuous sounds.

With just one glance, White’s eyes widened, and his mouth unconsciously opened as if to exclaim, but he forcefully covered it.

About thirty to forty meters in front of him, between several large trees, there was an open space of several dozen square meters. A giant wild boar, as tall as two meters and looking like a meat mountain, was charging wildly. Its tusks were almost as big as the elephant tusks White had seen on TV. When it ran, it was like a tank. A large tree that would require two people to hug was being shaken violently by the wild boar’s charge, and the old bark had been torn open by the boar’s fangs.

But this wasn’t what shocked White the most. What shocked him was that there was actually a person riding on the back of that wild boar, with legs clamped around the boar’s back, and both hands forcefully tearing off a piece of skin from the boar’s back and holding it!

What terrifying strength would that require? White dared not imagine.

On the side, there were two other people. One was squatting on a large tree trunk about ten meters above the ground, with a large bow in hand already drawn, an arrow ready to be released. His body was as still as a stone sculpture, only the arm drawing the bow and his eyes continuously following the wild boar’s movements. There was also a person on the ground, holding a black staff as thick as White’s arm. Like a cheetah, his body was slightly crouched low, his eyes staring at the charging wild boar like a beast.

Were those still human? Seeing those three people, White’s eyeballs almost popped out. The three of them - even the thinnest one had arms thicker than White’s thighs. Judging by their height, none were shorter than one meter eighty. Their necks were covered in dark, steel-like muscles. They were practically monsters. If they were any taller, they could rival the Hulk!

“With my build, in front of them, I’m probably no different from a chick, right?”

Trembling with fear in his heart, White muttered. It was purely instinctive from living in the city. He shakily took out his phone and started recording…

Three people dared to engage in close combat with a boar that was practically a tank. White’s entire worldview had collapsed. Those three people - any one of them could probably instantly kill so-called bodyguards from Zhongnanhai if they came to his world!

“They’re wearing crude animal skins, and their long-range weapon is just a bow and arrow. Could this world still be in the barbaric era?”

While watching the exciting and thrilling hunting scene and recording, White could still multitask and think randomly.

The situation on that side changed a minute later, showing White something shocking.

Only then did White see that the man riding on the wild boar’s back, with muscles seeming about to explode, roared with strange syllables, forcefully making the wildly charging boar’s body deviate, charging toward the man holding the black staff.

White swore he really saw a cold, knife-like glint in the eyes of the man holding the staff, though not directed at him, it almost made his heart stop.

Facing the charging wild boar, the prepared man’s whole body was tense, his staff swung in a full circle and chopped horizontally, the air making a loud buzzing sound.

Bang!

A staff strike hit the wild boar’s forehead, and he stepped out to the side.

The wild boar continued forward, crashing head-first into a tree, its body visibly swaying.

Just then, a sharp whistling sound rang out, followed by a thud, and a black arrow was now stuck in the wild boar’s eye socket!

Boom…!

The wild boar crashed to the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

“Are these humanoid creatures really human? Are they not monsters transformed?”

White was really about to wet himself in fear. Those guys were too terrifying. That wild boar - if it were on Earth, even with a gun, it would take a while to kill when it was enraged. Yet it had been killed by those three monster-like men with one staff strike and one arrow!

“@$%…&*(…”

A strange voice sounded behind White, only a few meters away.

“Oh my god…”

White was so scared that his soul nearly left his body. Stiffly turning his neck to look back, he didn’t know when, but the man with the bow was already behind him, that terrifying bow aimed at him, a cold black arrow seemingly glowing with cold light…

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Chapter 7: Resolving the Crisis

Facing the cold, sharp arrow, although he knew that leaving immediately and returning home would be the best option, Bai Yang still gritted his teeth and suppressed the fear in his heart, choosing to stay.

This was his first contact with people from this world. If he suddenly disappeared, who knew what would happen afterward? What if the other party kept waiting for him to reappear? Or what if they brought more people to search for him? He couldn’t possibly stay away forever.

Leaving would certainly be safe, but the outcome was uncertain. Besides, he could leave anytime—it wouldn’t be too late to depart when the other party showed hostile intentions, unless they were faster than his thoughts.

Bai Yang’s current attire looked quite strange. He wore a camouflage suit on the outside, with black fingerless gloves, holding an electric baton in one hand and an entrenching tool in the other. He wore a helmet on his head, and under the helmet, he wore a hat that only revealed a pair of eyes, making him look like a terrorist.

“Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here spying on our hunt?” The muscular man pointing the large bow at Bai Yang asked coldly.

However, to Bai Yang’s ears, his words sounded like: “#￥%……&#%(——)(@￥%……”

He couldn’t understand a word. The pronunciation was strange and sounded extremely awkward.

With no common language, communication was impossible. Judging by their physique, the other party’s combat strength far exceeded his by more than ten streets. To prove he meant no harm, Bai Yang made an extremely slow motion of a “globally recognized gesture”…

“Hopefully this gesture doesn’t mean something unfriendly in this world.”

While bitterly smiling inwardly, Bai Yang slowly raised his hands, making a surrender gesture. He stared unblinkingly at the other party. At the slightest unusual movement, he would immediately run away. He didn’t believe these people would still be here if he waited ten or eight days back on Earth.

While “surrendering,” Bai Yang spoke: “I’m just lost in the jungle. I mean no harm.”

Although he knew the other party probably couldn’t understand him, Bai Yang felt that if he didn’t say something at this moment, the situation would only develop in a worse direction.

Similarly, Bai Yang’s words sounded like this to the other party: %￥()%&&(&(0-…

Although they couldn’t hear what Bai Yang was saying, they could clearly sense that his surrender gesture posed no threat. The stern look in their eyes softened somewhat.

Footsteps sounded as the other two people approached. Facing three beastly muscular men, Bai Yang felt tremendous pressure.

These three hunks were all at least 1.8 meters tall, with the tallest probably over 2 meters. Especially their steel-plate-like, explosive muscles gave off an immense sense of oppression.

Although Bai Yang himself was 1.82 meters tall, due to his physique, he appeared several sizes smaller standing before them, looking like a weakling.

“Brother Zhao, what’s going on?”

“Just now, while we were hunting, this guy was sneaking around watching us!”

“Huh? Why is this person hiding his head and showing his tail, afraid to show himself?”

“What should we do, Brother Zhao? Should we kill him?”

Bai Yang watched the three people chattering incomprehensibly with a blank expression, completely unable to understand. Unbeknownst to him, they were having a not-so-intense discussion about whether or not to kill him, as if slaughtering a chicken.

“Don’t kill him yet. This kind of attire is unheard of, and look at his clothing—it’s refined in every aspect. The material of his clothes is something ordinary people couldn’t afford. What if he’s some important figure from somewhere? Killing him rashly could bring disaster to our village.”

“Then what should we do?”

Completely ignored, Bai Yang could only raise both hands and watch. However, he had figured out that although the muscular man holding the staff and the one with empty hands was large, he didn’t look very old. They all deferred to the middle-aged muscular man holding the large bow.

“These guys are too heroic-looking. If I brought them back as bodyguards, they’d definitely swagger around…”

While Bai Yang was lost in wild thoughts, the muscular man with the bow slowly lowered his large bow, indicating he meant Bai Yang no harm. Then he slowly reached out and placed his hand on Bai Yang’s head…

“Is he going to break my neck or crush my skull?”

Just as Bai Yang was considering whether to leave immediately, he found himself being lifted up…

“Ouch, ouch, ouch… What exactly do you want to do?”

Bai Yang shouted, but the other party couldn’t understand him anyway.

Then his vision went dark as a large hand reached over and roughly tore the strap at his jaw, causing his helmet to fall to the ground with a clatter. Only then did he realize the other party wanted to remove his helmet.

“Do you have to be so barbaric? Are you all savages? Don’t you know how to gesture?”

The other party couldn’t hear him anyway, so Bai Yang complained helplessly as he removed the hat that only revealed a pair of eyes.

When the three muscular men saw Bai Yang’s appearance, they were obviously stunned, looking at each other in dismay.

“Brother Zhao, I think we’re in trouble.”

“Yeah, look at him—fair skin, delicate features. He’s obviously a pampered young master. Our actions must have offended him. Will this bring disaster to our village?”

“You’re right, Zhuzi. Why don’t we kill him and bury him on the spot, then run away?”

“Shut up, you two! This person is clearly from an important family. If we kill him, his family will definitely find us. That would be the real disaster. Don’t forget, prominent families have many extraordinary people,” the older man impatiently interrupted the two young men.

“Then what should we do?”

“This guy can’t even speak. He can’t be stupid, can he?”

The two young men sized up Bai Yang, muttering to each other.

“Only now do I realize the importance of knowing a foreign language. After studying for so many years and barely passing the English Level Four exam, it’s practically useless. No, I must do something, or running away will be my only option.”

Faced with the current situation, Bai Yang quickly racked his brains. In a situation where they couldn’t communicate verbally, how could he best express his goodwill as quickly as possible? The other party were humans, not beasts. Although they couldn’t communicate verbally, it wasn’t impossible to interact…

His thoughts racing, his eyes lit up. Bai Yang had an idea.

Humans couldn’t survive without food. In fact, this natural law applied not just to humans but to any animal. This made sharing food with the other party undoubtedly the best way to express goodwill when verbal communication was impossible.

Then, Bai Yang slowly lowered one hand, placing the entrenching tool on the ground. Well, holding the electric baton in his hand made him feel more secure…

Next, he reached into his pocket and took out a piece of chocolate he had prepared to replenish his energy, slowly offering it to the other party.

The three “savages” looked at each other, completely not understanding Bai Yang’s meaning.

Seeing that they didn’t understand his intention, Bai Yang thought for a moment, broke off a piece of the large chocolate bar, put it in his mouth, and chewed with great enjoyment. He then offered the rest to the other party.

“It smells really good,” said Zhuzi, the young muscular man, as he twitched his nose.

“He seems to want to give us something to eat,” the other young man asked the older one.

Frowning, the older man said, “The other party doesn’t seem to mean any harm, but who knows if there’s something in that food meant to harm us…”

“Wow, it’s so delicious! This flavor is so special—sweet and fragrant…”

Bai Yang looked helplessly at his empty hand, then at the muscular man who had thrown the entire palm-sized piece of chocolate into his mouth, chewing with an expression of extreme delight. Bai Yang was utterly speechless at the other party’s exaggerated dancing and gesticulating.

“Is chocolate really that good besides replenishing energy when necessary and coaxing girls?” Bai Yang seriously doubted it.

“…”

The older muscular man felt his words had been wasted.

Then Bai Yang saw a simple, honest face approaching him, wearing an awkward expression of wanting to please but feeling embarrassed.

Don’t make it so obvious that you want to eat too after seeing how delicious it is for others, Bai Yang thought sarcastically as he reached into his pocket again and offered another piece, saying, “Here, this is the last piece. Eat it slowly…”

To make sure the other party knew he had no more, he even turned his pocket inside out.

With no common language, but Bai Yang’s meaning was already clear. However, to the impatient big guy, Bai Yang had misunderstood. Like the other young muscular man, he threw the large piece of chocolate into his mouth, chewing away, his eyes shining, dancing and gesticulating, looking intoxicated as he jumped around…

The two young men, excited by the delicious chocolate, danced and gesticulated wildly, making the ground tremble with their pounding!

“Is it really that delicious?” Bai Yang doubted it again.

The two young ones were more excitable, but the older one kept his eyes on Bai Yang at all times, looking like a violent person ready to erupt at any moment.

The middle-aged muscular man called “Brother Zhao” looked at Bai Yang, then at the two young men happily jumping around after eating the chocolate. He pointed at Bai Yang, then at himself and the other two, then pointed into the distance…

Bai Yang thought for a while before understanding that the other party meant for him to go with them…

“Phew… There’s no immediate danger now. Next is how to gain their trust, then… language barrier, so frustrating…”

Chapter 8: The Barbarian Tribe?

Walking between three people who looked like monsters, White felt his heart breaking. He always had the feeling that the other party would tear him apart like a piece of paper at any time, and every step he took was filled with trepidation.

Due to the language barrier, White couldn’t understand the identities of these three people, so he could only distinguish them by their physiques. The most muscular young man was labeled “Barbarian Number One” in White’s heart, followed by the slightly older muscular man, who was “Barbarian Number Two” in White’s heart, and the last one was “Barbarian Number Three.”

Much later, when White learned the local language, he found out that Number One was called Zhu Zi, Number Two was called Zhao Shi, and Number Three was called Hu Zi…

These three people who looked like monsters gave White a demonstration of what was called violent beauty.

That helmet White had taken off his head, made of metal, White didn’t know if it could stop bullets, but if White wanted to destroy the helmet himself, he probably would have to swing a hammer and smash it for a while, yet when “Barbarian Number Three” curiously examined it, he accidentally squeezed it into a lump…

His mouth corners twitched unnaturally. Facing the other party’s somewhat embarrassed eyes, White could only make an expression of “do as you please, I actually don’t care at all”…

Secondly, the engineer shovel made of metal was very curious in the hands of Barbarian Number Two. After all, he was a bit older, and he was very curious about this multi-functional tool that could chop, dig pits, and saw things. He would swing it to chop old vine branches for a while, dig a pit on the ground for a while, and then swing it round to chop towards a big tree. The handle of the engineer shovel was broken, and the shovel part flew off somewhere…

“Do as you please, I actually don’t care,” White said with an effort to make a casual smile, regardless of whether the other party could understand it or not.

Barbarian Number One’s eyes kept wandering between White’s electric baton and his pockets. One was wanting to play with White’s electric baton, and the other was wanting to know if White had any more delicious food in his pockets. White miraculously understood these two meanings in the other party’s eyes.

The electric baton was absolutely not to be given to the other party. Although he hadn’t used it yet, walking with these three humanoid monsters, the electric baton was the only thing that could bring White a little bit of negligible sense of security. As for food, there was none on him. Although he could go back and get it casually, it was obviously unrealistic to be watched by three barbarians, so he could only ignore that pair of eyes.

Barbarian Number One’s weapon was a huge long stick, the one used to knock the wild boar’s head. Barbarian Number Two used a big bow. Barbarian Number Three also had a weapon. He was the one riding the wild boar before. The weapon was lost somewhere. When the other party picked it up, White saw that he used a big knife that was taller than himself…

“Too barbaric, what kind of people are these? That bow, I don’t know what the bow arm is made of, but how can the other party easily pull it open when it’s almost as thick as my arm? That stick, one poke on the ground makes a pit, it must weigh one or two hundred catties, right? Is that knife really not a door panel?”

White felt that the whole person was not well. With these guys, he seriously doubted whether he could survive for a minute…

However, what shocked him even more was yet to come. That two-meter-high, nearly five-meter-tall huge wild boar must weigh more than a ton, right? I saw Barbarian Number One shouting loudly, grabbing a pig’s leg and carrying it on his shoulder, using the long stick to pad under the wild boar to maintain balance, and he could still walk freely in the jungle…

White didn’t know how to describe his mentality towards these monster-like people anymore. This was just the only three people he had seen in this world. Who knew what other terrible guys there were in this world!

“What kind of world is this? Did these three brothers run out of the barbarian tribe in the barbaric era?”

Whoosh…, a sharp sound passed by White’s ear, followed by a gust of evil wind blowing, and then a muffled sound came from more than ten meters to White’s left.

Barbarian Number Two walked past White as if nothing had happened, and then dragged out a python as thick as a big leg from the bushes. The python’s head was gone, and the nearly six-meter-long python was casually slung over his shoulder and he continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

Swallowing, White couldn’t understand how “Barbarian Number Two” discovered that snake…

Perhaps it had been confirmed that White couldn’t understand their words, the three barbarians didn’t communicate with White, but you said one sentence and I said another, commenting on White.

“That black thing is really delicious, fragrant, sweet, I really want to eat another piece…” Barbarian Number Three, carrying a door-like big knife, recalled with a face full of intoxication.

“Hu Zi, do you think the kind of delicacy that fell on the ground when we picked up that bowl yesterday was what he dropped? He actually dropped such delicious food. I really want to slap him to death,” Barbarian Number One, Zhu Zi, carrying the wild boar, although his forehead was sweating, but being able to speak normally was simply amazing.

“I don’t know. Brother Zhao said he was going to take that bowl to the town to sell it for a big price, but he accidentally dropped it into the fire and burned it,” Hu Zi scratched his head and said.

“You two stop thinking about eating all the time. Tell me, what kind of person do you think he is? Is it really okay for us to take him back to the village?” Barbarian Number Two, Zhao Shi, spoke up.

He had been observing White along the way. Apart from feeling that White’s clothes and appearance were ghostly, there was nothing special about him. White, who looked like a pretty boy, was no different from a weakling in his eyes. In their village, White couldn’t even find a wife like this.

“Perhaps he is a young master from a town or a city. He is a pampered worm who doesn’t make progress and has no martial power at all. I don’t know how he can still be alive when he runs into the jungle, but the food he brought is really good,” Barbarian Number Three, Hu Zi, said indifferently.

“He might also be someone who cultivates the divine way and doesn’t pay attention to physical fitness,” Barbarian Number One, Zhu Zi, gasped and said.

Barbarian Number Two, Zhao Shi, shook his head and said, “It doesn’t look like it. Martial arts trains the body, and the divine way refines the soul. Although even if you don’t need secret books in martial arts, you can also temper your physique, and the divine way needs mysterious exercises to cultivate, but there will always be some external changes in general. Although we have never seen anyone who cultivates the divine way, his appearance doesn’t look like he has cultivated at all.”

“Who knows? Let’s take him back and let the village chief decide. I just don’t know if this guy is an idiot. He can’t even speak. He can only scream randomly,” Barbarian Number Three, Hu Zi, scratched his head and said.

While speaking, Hu Zi tilted his head and saw that White was panting even when walking. He couldn’t bear to watch it anymore. He grabbed White’s shoulder and threw him on his broad shoulder to sit, and quickened his pace…

White wanted to cry but had no tears. He originally thought that the person carrying the wild boar was delaying the speed of progress, but it turned out that he was walking too slowly…

The three of them walked in the jungle for one or two hours. White couldn’t calculate how far they had gone. Along the way, the three “barbarians” kept subverting White’s cognition. Cliffs four or five meters high could be climbed up by running a few steps and leaping, and ditches seven or eight meters wide could be easily crossed…

Anyway, White felt that there was nothing that could stop their footsteps!

White, who was dizzy from being shaken, didn’t even know when he was put on the ground. When he saw the surrounding situation clearly, his eyes instantly widened.

They were still in the dense jungle, and in front of them, there was actually a village built in the dense jungle. There was a fence outside the village made of thick wood inserted into the ground, at least ten meters high!

Standing at the gate, White looked forward. There were no houses on the ground at all. All the big and small houses were on trees at least twenty meters above the ground. The crisscrossing branches were the roads between the houses. A clear river more than thirty meters wide flowed through the middle of the village. A huge waterwheel was erected in the river, bringing the river water to a huge water tank at least fifty meters high, and bamboo pipes were erected in the air on the water tank to connect to every treehouse. The treehouse had a bamboo pipe going down, connected to a thicker bamboo pipe, and finally that bamboo pipe full of small bamboo pipes, after running through the entire village, slanted into the downstream of the river, which should be for draining domestic sewage…

On the ground, dozens of half-grown boys were exercising their physiques with “hee-haw” sounds. On the trees, some little kids like monkeys were jumping on the branches, which made White’s heart palpitate. If they fell down, would they still be alive?

“What the hell is this place?” At this moment, White only had such a thought flashing in his mind.

The three barbarians who brought White here didn’t know what they shouted loudly, and suddenly a large group of people appeared from various places and quickly surrounded them, pointing at White and muttering.

However, at this time, White discovered that the physiques of the three barbarians who brought him here were still within the acceptable range, because he saw no less than twenty people with physiques stronger than the three beside him in the crowd.

“Oh my God, what kind of crazy world is this?”

White’s brain was directly not enough. He seriously doubted that he had come to the barbarian tribe in the barbaric era, and whether these beast-like guys would stew him in a big pot and eat him next?

Chapter 9: The Matter of Treating Someone to a Meal

The situation of being boiled and eaten did not occur. A group of watching ‘barbarians’ parted, and an old man walked out. His snow-white beard was almost down to his waist, and the wrinkles on his face could trap mosquitoes. He walked toward White with a wooden staff.

This old man seemed to have a very high status here. When he appeared, there was basically no sound around.

Although this old man was extremely old, his eyes were very spirited, his frame was large, and he walked with vigor. White felt that he could probably live another twenty years without any problem.

The old man said something to White in a language he couldn’t understand, leaving White with a blank expression. Without a translator, it was a bit awkward.

Then the old man said something to the three people who had brought White here. Those three guys occasionally replied with a few words, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking their heads…

Anyway, White could only stare blankly. He stole glances at the people around him with his peripheral vision and sadly discovered that if they fought, he probably couldn’t even beat the children here. One-meter-tall little ones all had muscular bodies…

The people here, regardless of gender, were all very robust. Someone like White standing among the crowd was just a weakling.

However, White noticed one thing: the people here dressed very casually. Well, ‘casually’ was just a relatively nice way for White to put it. To be honest, it was quite shameful…

Children under one meter basically ran around naked, regardless of gender. As for adults, men basically went bare-chested, with either a piece of animal skin around their waists or wearing rough, crude shorts made of some unknown material. Women were similar, but at least they covered their upper bodies with a rough cloth strip or a piece of animal skin wrapped around them…

“It’s no wonder the children here grow up looking like calves. Those women are too ‘busty.’ Abundant milk has laid a good foundation for them since childhood!” White thought with his eyes darting around, feeling a bit embarrassed, especially after a group of women pointed at White and deliberately thrust out their chests, bursting into a roar of laughter.

Then a big hand landed on White. Looking closely, it turned out to be Barbarian Number Two. Although there was no verbal communication, the other party made a suggestive expression that all men would understand while winking and making faces at White…

“%&……￥%……￥*(&” The old man with the long beard said something to White. Although White couldn’t understand it, he understood the old man’s actions - he wanted White to follow him.

With the attitude of “when in Rome, do as the Romans do” and the idea that if the situation seemed wrong he would run away, White followed behind the old man.

People around followed White’s movements like watching a Western show, pointing and whispering. The old man’s wooden staff thudded on the ground, and he said something loudly. Suddenly, the people around scattered in all directions.

“Being watched by people feels really terrible, especially by a group of barbarians who look like they want to eat people at any moment,” White thought, discreetly wiping nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

This village built in the jungle had walls made of thick tree stumps surrounding it, with a diameter of probably no less than five hundred meters. There were several hundred large trees growing inside, most of which required several or even a dozen people to encircle. White couldn’t help but admire the wisdom of these people’s survival. The houses were built in the trees, which not only could defend against beast attacks but also prevent flood disasters. A river wound through the village. White didn’t believe that there wouldn’t be any floods or similar disasters.

Following the old man to the largest tree in the village, they climbed up along a long ladder. The three people who had brought White here also followed.

Arriving in the tree, White was surprised to find that although the house was built at least thirty meters above the ground, the area was not small. It wasn’t the kind of tiny treehouse he had imagined, but rather a real house, probably no less than a hundred and ten square meters, and it had three floors. White could tell this from the balconies outside the building. The roof was covered with some kind of grass that White didn’t recognize.

Entering the house, the first thing that caught White’s eye was a place similar to a mountain stronghold hall. At the very front was a chair covered with tiger skin, and on both sides were two rows of about twenty chairs facing each other.

Just as White was wondering if this was really some kind of mountain stronghold, several nimble women came in. They quickly cleared the chairs on both sides, then set up simple tables, with a rough cushion similar to a meditation cushion placed behind each table.

At the white-bearded old man’s signal, White sat on the cushion. Then those women appeared again, skillfully placing some fruits on the tables that White didn’t recognize at all, followed by roasted meat in wooden trays, and then there was a crude black jar the size of a pregnant woman’s belly on the table…

Looking blankly at the large table of food, were they treating him to a meal?

White had heard that some ethnic minorities in China were very hospitable. Could it be that the people in this world were the same?

In fact, White’s guess was already eight or nine-tenths correct. This village in the jungle rarely had outsiders come, and unless they went out to exchange for necessary living supplies, the villagers almost never went to the outside world. Although White seemed a bit strange to them, he was the only guest who had come here in a long time.

Glancing at the great hall, White discovered that besides himself and the three people who had brought him here, there were also ten or so people who had arrived at some unknown time. They all had strong backs and bear waists, full of wildness. Like White, each had a wooden table about one meter long in front of them, with fruits, roasted meat, and a large black jar placed on top.

The white-bearded old man, who looked like a mountain stronghold leader, smiled at White and said something in a language White couldn’t understand, then made a gesture of invitation with his hand.

Then White saw that the people in this hall had already started eating. They grabbed large pieces of roasted meat and stuffed them into their mouths, occasionally biting into a fruit to cut the greasiness. Then they opened the jars, which turned out to contain alcohol. They directly grabbed the jars and drank heartily, and for a moment, the room was filled with the aroma of meat and wine…

Looking blankly at this group of people eating and drinking heartily, White felt both amazed and dumbfounded. Since they were eating, where were the bowls? The chopsticks? The rice?

Moreover, there was one reason why White dared not eat for a long time: the fruits, roasted meat, and alcohol in front of him. These barbarians were fine eating them, but if someone with an Earthling’s constitution ate them, would there be any adverse reactions? Things that were food to these people might be deadly poison to him!

While White was observing these people, they were actually secretly observing him too, especially the white-bearded old man, who watched all of White’s reactions and nodded thoughtfully.

Then he said something toward the back of the house, and a woman walked out, carrying a wooden tray and walking straight toward White.

The appearance of this woman made White’s expression freeze, and he subconsciously swallowed.

A height of one meter seventy, a devilishly perfect figure… Even with an Earthling’s aesthetic standards, this was a standard great beauty. Her wheat-colored skin was full of wildness, with big eyes, a small mouth, a high nose bridge, and a small face the size of a palm. Her hair was casually tied up in a neat ponytail at the back of her head.

Especially this woman’s attire: her bulging chest was wrapped with a cloth strip about one foot wide, looking like it was about to burst at any moment. Her slender and elastic waist was extremely impactful. A leather skirt wrapped around her lower body, and as she walked with her straight, long legs, she almost made White stop breathing.

“What’s this situation?” White was confused.

What surprised White even more was that this woman walked directly to his side, then knelt down, placing the wooden tray in her hands on the table in front of White. There were two wooden bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, and a small knife in the wooden tray.

The wooden bowls and chopsticks, no matter how White looked at them, seemed to be newly made…

The woman first used the small knife to cut the roasted meat on the table into small pieces under White’s dumbfounded gaze, then used one pair of chopsticks to pick up some and place them in one bowl. Then she opened the jar and poured a bowl of emerald green liquid into the other bowl. Then she blinked her big eyes and looked at White.

Somewhat bewildered, White looked up around him and discovered that everyone was looking at him.

“What does this mean?” White was extremely confused.

The white-bearded old man made a gesture of invitation to White, which he understood - it meant for him to eat.

Looking around, then at the bowls in front of him, and then at the woman beside him with a faint, delicate fragrance, White was very confused.

What made White even more stunned was that the woman looked at him and blinked a few times, then reached out and grabbed a pair of chopsticks, seemingly very unfamiliar with using them, clumsily picking up a piece of meat and bringing it to his mouth.

White’s thoughts had almost stopped, and he instinctively opened his mouth and ate it. He didn’t taste what flavor the meat had, nor did he remember to consider whether his Earthling’s constitution could eat the food from this side.

Being served food by someone, and by a great beauty at that, White had never experienced such a situation before.

Seeing White eat, the people in the great hall started eating again, but for some reason, their movements were no longer as bold as before, appearing somewhat awkward.

“He’s truly a young master. Eating requires using bowls and chopsticks, such unnecessary things, and without a woman to serve him, he basically can’t eat by himself!”

“It’s our good fortune that such a young master has come to our village. We must serve him well.”

“If he takes a fancy to Xiao Mao, then Xiao Mao can look forward to a good life.”

A group of people eating and drinking whispered to each other in a language White couldn’t understand…

Chapter 10: Gestures in the Absence of a Common Language

White’s mind was reeling. A beautiful girl was personally feeding him food—he’d never experienced anything like this before, not even back on Earth where even the wealthiest people rarely enjoyed such treatment.

So whatever the girl fed him, he dazedly opened his mouth and ate it. Whatever she gave him to drink, he drank it.

Under the girl’s feeding, he downed an entire bowl of emerald green liquid. Within seconds, his nose began bleeding profusely, and he collapsed unconscious on the floor…

The entire hall fell silent. More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at White lying on the floor, collectively dumbfounded.

The girl who had been feeding White blinked, looked around at the others, and waved her hands frantically. “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything to him. I don’t know what happened either…”

“What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and carry him to a room!” The white-bearded old man reacted and said urgently. Then he looked around the hall and shouted, “Hu Zi, go find that old wood guy for me!”

Hu Zi—whom White had designated as Barbarian Number Three—hesitated for a moment before dropping the meat bone in his hand and rushing out.

White, who had fainted and was still bleeding from his nose, was carried in a panic to a room on the second floor of this treehouse. A group of people hovered anxiously around him, so many that they would have burst the small room if not for the white-bearded old man driving them away.

The girl who had fed White kept wiping his nosebleed with a rough cloth, but no matter how much she wiped, the bleeding wouldn’t stop.

Before long, an old man in a rough green cloth robe arrived. He drove everyone away, sat by the bed, removed White’s gloves, and took his pulse. Then he lifted White’s eyelids to examine him.

During this process, everyone around held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

When the green-robed old man finished his examination, the white-bearded old man quickly asked, “Old Wood, what’s wrong with this young man?”

The old man in green stood up and said irritably, “This young man is fine. He’s just too weak. Your white fruit brew contains many things that replenish blood and qi. He’s too weak to benefit from it—the excess qi and blood attacked his heart, causing him to faint. Give him some cooling medicine soup later, and he’ll be fine.”

“That’s good,” the white-bearded old man sighed in relief.

…

This whole situation was ridiculous. Who would have thought that White couldn’t even handle one bowl of the white fruit brew they treated like water?

The white fruit brew was made by fermenting dozens of fruits with various blood-replenishing ingredients. It could be called fruit wine or medicinal wine. For these people who seemed to grow muscle instead of brains, drinking more wouldn’t matter. But White’s “weak” constitution couldn’t handle it. Fortunately, he had only drunk one bowl—if he had drunk more, the excess blood qi could have burned him to death.

When White groggily woke up, he saw a pair of bright, unblinking eyes staring at him. Then, with a smile, the owner said something in an unfamiliar language and ran away.

White scratched his head, trying to remember what had happened. He seemed to recall drinking something and then inexplicably fainting.

Realizing this, he almost slapped himself. You talkative mouth, eating random things—at least you’re lucky to be alive.

“I seem to have drunk alcohol and fainted, and I even had a nosebleed. Could that wine have been poisoned? No, that doesn’t make sense. Not only am I fine, but I feel energetic, my body feels like it has endless strength, and my mind is especially clear…”

White couldn’t figure out what had happened no matter how hard he thought. Then he turned his head and froze, almost laughing himself to death.

In the room, not far away, Barbarian Number One and Barbarian Number Three were each studying one of White’s items. Barbarian Number One was wrestling with his gloves, trying to put them on but failing no matter what. Accidentally, he stretched them until they ripped, and now he was scratching his head in confusion.

Barbarian Number Three was even more ridiculous. He was studying White’s flashlight with its electric baton function. He found the flashlight, which could light up with just a press, quite magical. He kept pressing the button to turn it on and off in front of his eyes. But when he pressed the red button on the flashlight, a crackling sound erupted, and his hair stood on end. His whole body convulsed as he fell stiffly to the ground with a muffled thud…

This scene was being watched by White as he woke up, by the girl who had returned, and by the white-bearded old man she had brought with her.

White was secretly delighted. The electric baton wasn’t worth much money—it wouldn’t matter if it broke. The key was that this was his first time seeing someone use an electric baton to poke themselves. That guy was as strong as a bull—White wasn’t worried at all that something bad might happen to him.

However, the others were stunned for a moment before rushing to check on Barbarian Number Three’s condition. When Barbarian Number Three shakily stood up, refusing to touch the fallen electric baton again, they finally relaxed.

Then the white-bearded old man carefully picked up White’s electric baton and brought it over, placing it beside him. He said something in an unfamiliar language that White couldn’t understand, then turned to the girl and said more incomprehensible words before leaving the room with Barbarian Number One and Barbarian Number Three.

“%&……*￥……%￥“, the girl looked at White with her big eyes and said something.

But who knows what she was saying?

The girl was dressed in the fashionable style of a city beauty in summer, but White wasn’t in the mood to look more closely. He sighed softly and felt around his body. Fortunately, his phone was still in his pocket. Taking advantage of when she wasn’t looking, he checked the time. White immediately jumped up.

“Oh no, it’s already twelve o’clock! It’s already noon on the other side, and there’s no signal here. If I’ve been out of contact for too long, my parents will probably call the police.”

While muttering to himself, White grabbed the electric baton beside him and ran outside. In his panic, he forgot that this house was built in a tree, and he almost fell headfirst down the stairs when he went out.

The girl chased after him, saying something White couldn’t understand. How could he care about that now? He ran down the stairs to the dining hall where he had been unconscious earlier. The people were still there, gathered together in discussion about something.

When White appeared, more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at him.

“Excuse me, you all continue with what you’re doing. I have something urgent and need to leave, but I’ll be back.”

Regardless of whether they could understand him, White said this and ran outside. Once outside, he saw that it was about noon here. The dazzling sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating beautiful spots of light in the jungle.

White ran toward the village gate. He didn’t want to disappear before these people’s eyes.

But as soon as he started running, the people who didn’t know what had happened to him hesitated for a moment before chasing after him. Someone shouted something, and White hadn’t run twenty meters before he was tackled to the ground.

A half-grown boy with muscles bulging all over his body pinned White to the ground with one hand, baring his teeth in a silly grin at the people chasing behind. He was knocked away by a stick from the white-bearded old man. Carefully helping White up, the old man said something White couldn’t understand, but from his expression, he seemed to be apologizing.

“You little brat, couldn’t you be gentler? Do you think I can handle being tossed around by you barbarians?” White grimaced as he stood up, muttering to himself.

But White couldn’t understand a word the old man said, creating this awkward situation where you speak your language and I speak mine.

What followed was a series of ridiculous gestures. Both sides were guessing wildly, half-understanding each other’s meaning.

White guessed that they were trying to persuade him to stay longer, and they even showed him the beautiful girl, though he didn’t know if they were offering the girl to him or saying she would take care of him while he stayed.

However, White gestured that he had urgent matters and needed to leave first but would come back.

But it was exhausting. Things that could be explained in three sentences became a crazy guessing game that took forever due to the language barrier.

Understanding White’s meaning, the old man had someone bring a black jar for White and gave him a bundle wrapped in cloth as a gift. White indicated he had nothing to give them but would definitely bring gifts when he returned next time.

Then White walked out of the village gate. Without caring whether anyone was secretly following him, he turned a corner and disappeared from this world…

After White left, the girl looked extremely disappointed. Her eyes turned red as she ran away. The white-bearded old man sighed helplessly.

Before long, several people ran back from outside the village to report.

“Village chief, we secretly followed him, but we discovered that after avoiding our sight, he suddenly disappeared,” said the most experienced hunter in the village.

“I understand. Let it be. Let’s pretend nothing happened. Sigh…” The white-bearded old man sighed, waved his hand, and walked toward his treehouse.

“He must be the young master of some wealthy family. The fabric of his clothes is something we mountain folk have never seen. He’s been pampered and can’t even feed himself. He even carries magical treasures refined by Daoist cultivators (the electric baton). He left without a sound, probably with powerful servants taking him away… I hope this brings us some good karma. If he ever comes to visit again… Poor little cat. He didn’t even look at her. Otherwise, he would have taken her away when he left…”

The white-bearded village chief sighed helplessly. He was now completely certain about White’s “identity.”

For these mountain folk, being able to host a wealthy and powerful nobleman was considered an honor!

As for White not understanding what they said—that simply wasn’t a problem. This world is so vast that language changes every ten miles and varies greatly every hundred miles. It’s perfectly normal for a visitor from afar not to understand what they’re saying…

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Chapter 11: Must Be a Free Gift with Phone Top-Up!

Back in his bedroom, White hurriedly changed out of his outdoor gear and hid it away. Then he took out his phone, reconnected to the signal, and waited left and right, but after half a day, he sighed and gave up.

His worries were completely unnecessary—not a single text message or missed call…

“Of course I’m their biological child. Knowing how hot it is, I wouldn’t go anywhere except stay home, so there’s no need to worry about me. But why does it feel so strange that no one has asked about me even though I’ve been wandering around in another world for so long?” White mused to himself.

He was just being melodramatic. It was a mindset of having a huge secret that he couldn’t share, wanting others to pry, then evading questions and acting mysterious to show off…

Putting down his phone with a listless expression, White walked out of the bedroom. The house was quiet—his parents must have gone to work. Fortunately, they had left him breakfast out of conscience.

Since he hadn’t eaten anything on the other side before passing out, his stomach was growling now. He sat at the dining table and ate voraciously.

“This won’t do. I’ll definitely need to go to that other side frequently in the future. At first, my parents not knowing isn’t a big deal, but after multiple times of frequently going missing, something will definitely happen. Especially if something delays me there and I can’t return on time…”

While eating, White thought about things. The skill of multitasking like this, doing two things at once, was something he had practiced in class by daydreaming back in school. Being prepared for danger in times of peace is an essential mindset for people. He began to plan his next steps.

The problem was actually easy to solve—he could move out and not live with his parents.

But then another problem arose. His parents only had him, their precious child. They had never been separated for more than three days since he was little. If he suddenly proposed moving out, it probably wouldn’t work.

The main issue was that he had no money…

S City, being close to Taihu Lake, was a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. Even renting a decent house would cost one or two thousand yuan a month. White didn’t have the money for things like “first month’s rent plus three months’ deposit.” Moreover, moving out would mean he’d have to cook for himself, which for someone who hated trouble was like suicide…

But not going to “that other side” was impossible, yet he also needed to avoid trouble here.

After struggling for a long time, White felt it was necessary to test his parents’ attitudes and find out their stance.

Taking out his phone, he first called his mother.

“You’re getting lazier and lazier, kid. It’s already this late and you’re just getting up? Fine, just let yourself be lazy to death. Did you find the food I left for you? Tell me! What’s going on?” Before White could speak, his mother launched into her habitual scolding.

White had already organized his words in his heart. He used an extremely reluctant tone to say, “Mom, it’s like this. I found a job. To make commuting easier, I might need to move out…”

“My little White is growing up, knowing to work now. What kind of job is it? Is it tiring? Where is it? How’s the company…” White was dumbfounded. This wasn’t right. Wasn’t the main point that I want to move out?

“Mom, I’m saying that to make work more convenient, I might need to move out…” “That’s only natural. Work comes first. You still haven’t told me what kind of job it is!” White felt his worries were completely unnecessary. His mother didn’t show the slightest reluctance. This attitude of being unable to wait for him to start earning money to support the family was definitely biological…

“It’s just trading, buying and selling all sorts of things. I haven’t started working yet anyway, so I’ll tell you the details later. I’ll look for houses near the company online first. That’s it, Mom, I’m hanging up…” After brushing her off with a few sentences, White hung up and looked up at the sky, sighing. His mother was too unreliable. You’re about to be separated from your son for a long time—can’t you show a little reluctance? Forget about crying, at least you should worry about your son traveling far away, right?

Then scratching his head, he picked up his phone again, determined to seek comfort from his father.

“Hello, Dad.”

“You little brat, you just gave you ten thousand yuan a few days ago. Don’t tell me you’re out of money again. Even if I’m an ATM, I can’t withstand you spending like this.”

His father’s first words almost choked White to death. Why does every conversation with you start like this?

Taking a deep breath, White felt he should get to the point first.

“It’s like this, Dad. I found a job that’s a bit far from home, so commuting isn’t convenient. I was thinking maybe I should find a place near the company and move there…” White stopped here, wanting to hear his father’s opinion.

“Oh…”

On the other end came a heavy sigh. White felt moved in his heart. Of course he’s my biological father. With that reluctant tone, I can’t bear to move out now.

“You little brat, you’ve finally grown up. After you move out, remember to take care of yourself. Don’t worry about your mother and me. Remember to get along well with your colleagues. By the way, if you rent a place outside, you’ll definitely need money. I’ll transfer some to you later. Although you’ve just started working, don’t be too hard on yourself. Live and eat well.”

His father’s words almost directly sent White to the eighteenth level of hell, making him feel cold all over!

He felt he could still salvage his father’s attitude of not caring about him at all. He wanted his father to know the deep bond between father and son.

“Dad, I haven’t been separated from you guys for so many years. Can you bear to part with me?”

“You little brat, your old man has been waiting for this day for a long time. Ever since you were born, I haven’t been able to have a good two-person world with your mother, going wherever we want. Just remember to come back during holidays. Otherwise, I’ll find you no matter where you are and beat you up. Alright, that’s it. I’ll transfer the money to you later. I’m busy. By the way, get some more of that ‘wild boar meat’ you brought back the other day. I’ve felt younger these past few days…”

Click. The call ended.

Holding his phone, White directly suffered ten thousand points of critical damage. He must have been a free gift with phone top-up! Yes, it must be like that!

Ding dong. His phone rang.

White looked and saw a text message notification that ten thousand yuan had been credited to his account.

How much must his father want to drive him out to be so eager to transfer all the money for his living expenses after leaving home?

“Hmph, fine, I’ll go. When you miss me, whether I come back will depend on my mood. You’re not being kind, so don’t blame me for being unjust. In the future, if you want good things, you’ll have to pay for them. I’m in ‘trade,’ right? I’ll first get a bunch of precious wood and earn you a big sum. Want to eat ‘wild boar meat’? Money makes everything possible…” White looked constipated, muttering through gritted teeth, then rushed to his room to open the computer and search for houses online.

This was simple now. With sufficient funds from his father, there was no need to be hard on himself. He didn’t even look at anything below a two-bedroom apartment, specifically searching for places with more than two bedrooms that were fully furnished with complete home appliances.

A lazy person’s way of solving problems is to make things as trouble-free as possible. If a problem can be solved with money and you have the money to solve it, then it’s not a problem.

Condition search: large apartment, fully furnished, complete home appliances, press enter. The page immediately displayed a large selection. Excluding those within ten kilometers of home, he contacted the numbers of the apartment layouts that looked good, asking questions. He could view the place immediately.

Perfect. Taking his money, he went downstairs, took a taxi directly there, and didn’t care if it was a real estate agent or not. White just wanted to move out as soon as possible.

When he arrived, wow, it was actually a small villa by the lake. White had no interest in knowing about the landlord’s routine of going abroad and wanting to rent out the house. When he asked about the price, it was five thousand yuan a month, with water, electricity, and internet fees to be paid separately, and no need to worry about property management himself.

The environment was nice, the rooms were spacious, and the facilities were complete. Perfect. Sign the contract, transfer a year’s rent directly. Half of the ten thousand yuan he had just received was gone!

After getting the keys and community access card, White took a taxi home to move his things, leaving the real estate agent, who was dressed like an insurance salesman and looked dumbfounded, in a mess in the wind.

This was probably the most decisive person he had ever seen. He didn’t even ask about the price, and hadn’t even introduced himself…

Wastrel!

Back at his home community, White had the taxi wait downstairs. He went back to pack his things.

A small suitcase for a few sets of clothes, OK. The computer and other things were available there. Then the box with outdoor gear, followed by the jar for soaking tiger penis wine, and the jar and cloth bundle the white-bearded old man had given him when he came back. Done, everything was ready.

Sticking his head out the window, White used a hundred yuan to make the taxi driver work as a laborer. One trip was enough!

Arriving at the villa, he had the driver help move the things inside, paid the fare, and left.

Lying on the soft big bed in the largest bedroom on the second floor of the villa, White took out his phone to compose a text message.

“Dad, Mom, I’ve already found a place and moved in.” Attached was the address, then click send. Done.

Although his parents were a bit unreliable, as a son, he needed to report where he was going. This was about attitude, to avoid not having an address to look for if something happened.

“Now I’m free. But I want revenge, harsh revenge. Being a porter, using precious wood from that other side to empty Dad’s pockets, let him know that a son also has a temper.” His mother was a teacher, and White hadn’t thought of how to ‘get back’ at her yet…

Lying in bed, White mused to himself.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew how rare and precious the increasingly scarce precious wood was. His father, who dealt in solid wood furniture, why should he let others profit cheaply?

Young people, on their first independent venture, always want to prove themselves in front of their parents…

(This style, to be honest, Shi Tou is very apprehensive. If you have any opinions or suggestions, you must raise them in the book review section so Shi Tou can grasp the direction. Finally, the usual request for recommendations and bookmarks. You’re all annoyed with me and I’m annoyed with myself, but there’s no way around it. During the new book period, recommendations and bookmarks are crucial. Please help me out.)

Chapter 12: How Could I Possibly Be So Busy?

Before doing anything, one should make a complete plan to better achieve one’s goals.

So, to ‘get back’ at his dad and empty his wallet, White began to formulate a detailed plan.

Since they had just moved in, not a single scrap of paper could be found after turning the place upside down, so he could only make the plan in his phone’s notes app. After ten minutes of deep thought, White typed out a complete plan in the notes.

One: Go over there to look for precious wood.

Two: Bring the wood back to sell to Dad to empty his pockets!

“The plan is perfect, so let’s start implementing it now,” White nodded, looking at the perfect plan he had formulated in the notes after ten minutes of deep thought.

Although the plan was really simple, don’t worry about those details.

Thanks to the all-powerful internet, White casually searched online and got a lot of specific information about precious wood.

The small-leaf red sandalwood, yellow rosewood, golden-thread nanmu, tiger-stripe wood, golden camphor, red rosewood, chicken-wing wood, burflower, flower-branch wood, and white rosewood that people often mention are all dream woods for making furniture. Often, a set of furniture made from these woods is sky-high in price, and some can even be made into bracelets and sold for 100,000 to 200,000.

These precious woods are also a general term, and their value varies depending on factors such as where and when they grow. White was too lazy to figure out these specific details. He only provided raw materials and was a porter of nature. He just saved their appearance and identification methods to his phone.

You ask about the texture, beauty, and what huge benefits these woods have on the human body. What does that have to do with White? He just needs to bring them back and sell them to his dad for money.

If you really think White is heartless, you’d be terribly mistaken. He wanted to help his dad through this, pushing his business forward a step. How could he turn a blind eye to the kindness of raising him for so many years? If it weren’t for this, he would be too lazy to mess with wood and waste time exploring a whole new world.

It’s just that, it seems selling small-leaf red sandalwood like this is illegal? If there’s no relevant approval and you buy and sell randomly, there will probably be quite a bit of trouble…

Scratching his head, White selectively ignored these details. Whatever, find the precious wood over there first. Dad makes solid wood furniture, so he probably knows more about the ins and outs than White does. When the time comes, don’t rush to bring it back. Ask him first.

“So all that’s left is to carry a saw to the forest over there to look for precious wood. Sigh, where’s my saw…?” White suddenly realized that he had forgotten the saw, which wasn’t very conspicuous, when he moved.

Slapping his forehead, alright, go back and get it.

Glancing at the two jars and a cloth bundle in the bedroom, White frowned. One of the jars contained the tiger penis wine he had brewed, and the other jar and cloth bundle were gifts from the white-bearded old man when he came back.

“Are they their local specialties? Let’s see what they are.”

Opening the rough black jar, a refreshing wine aroma immediately filled the entire room. Although White didn’t drink much, smelling the wine aroma actually made him feel like getting drunk…

“Isn’t this the kind of wine I get drunk from with one cup?”

Looking at the emerald green wine in the jar, White was dumbfounded. He didn’t expect the other party’s local specialty to be this stuff. He still clearly remembered the incident of him bleeding from his nose and passing out after drinking a bowl of it in a daze. He didn’t dare to touch it at all, so he shook his head and sealed it again.

Then he opened the cloth bundle wrapped in rough cloth strips, which looked like a mummy. He unwrapped it layer by layer, and with a thud, an object fell to the ground.

“Holy crap… Isn’t this the legendary… ginseng?”

Looking at the thing on the ground that looked like a dried radish, White was dumbfounded.

The reason for this was that this thing was too famous. Even a person like him who knew nothing about Chinese herbal medicine could recognize it at a glance.

Actually, even if it was ginseng, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But the ginseng on the ground that was a foot long with dense roots was a bit much. One could tell with their butt that this was the most authentic wild ginseng. White didn’t understand things like age and appearance, but he knew that this thing was probably worth a lot of money.

“This thing can casually sell for 10 to 20 million, right? I casually threw it away like garbage before?”

Alright, White wouldn’t think he was wasteful. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, which was that the group of people ‘next door’ were all freaking rich. If he casually gave them a ginseng root, he would get rich.

Taking out his phone and looking, it was only 3:30 in the afternoon. He was very satisfied with his moving efficiency and had enough time, so he had to change his plan.

“This wild ginseng is useless to keep. Turning it into money is the best choice. If I take it to a pharmacy to sell, I’d be an idiot. I have to find an auction house to maximize profits. Although I’ll definitely be cut a bit, this way it’s safe and reliable. Otherwise, I might really be cheated like a grandson. And this jar of emerald green wine, since it can be sent to me together with the wild ginseng, it’s probably also a good thing. Take a little to the inspection institute for testing…”

Looking at the two things, White quickly had an idea in his mind.

But this suddenly made him realize that he seemed to be quite busy. A few days ago, he was so bored he was going crazy…

One by one. After pondering for three seconds in his heart, White arranged his next itinerary: go home to get the saw, then on the way send the wild ginseng to the auction house, then take a little wine to the inspection institute, and after finishing, go home to have a meal and get the saw back.

The itinerary was perfect!

Saying action, White searched for nearby auction houses and inspection institutes on his phone. The inspection institute belonged to a national department and wouldn’t have any tricks. It just costs some money to inspect something. Everything follows procedures. The auction house is hard to say. There are too many tricks, but it doesn’t matter. The bigger the reputation, the fewer tricks for the sake of the so-called company reputation. Just look for the big ones, and it’s definitely right.

Finding the phone number of the customer service of a place called Wanbaoge, the largest auction house in S City by reputation nationwide, White called. It was a girl who answered, and her voice was quite nice. Make an appointment to go to their place to entrust an item for auction within an hour. OK, just go directly later.

“After all, it’s a large nationwide chain auction house. The quality is top-notch. There wasn’t any situation of looking down on people at all. Actually, it’s also because, in any industry nowadays, it’s hard to do business. Having a bad attitude is equivalent to making enemies. I’m afraid no boss with any ambition would allow such employees to exist,” White muttered in his heart.

While muttering in his heart, White quickly took out a small stainless steel water bottle from the box containing outdoor equipment, opened the wine jar, poured about 30 milliliters of emerald green wine into it, put it in his pocket, and set off.

White was still very reassured about the security of this villa area. He wasn’t worried at all about the tiger penis wine and the jar of unknown wine being stolen if left in the villa. However, the only trouble was that it wasn’t easy to get a taxi in the villa area. It took him more than ten minutes to get to the main road outside…

“My bad temper, I can’t walk in and out every time, right? I can’t afford a car with four wheels, but isn’t it simple to get one with two wheels?”

Seeing a motorcycle shop across the road, White who had a temporary idea walked straight over.

Electric motorcycles were dazzling. However, White bought things purely based on feeling. That’s right, he originally wanted to buy an electric motorcycle for transportation, but when he saw a cool sports motorcycle, he couldn’t move his eyes away.

“Twenty-nine thousand eight hundred, this thing with just two wheels is so expensive?”

Enduring the pain, White swiped his card for nearly thirty thousand, and it was gone just like that. He insisted on having the store owner fill it up with gas, and then he rode the brand new black sports motorcycle away.

“Wasteful guy, he bought a motorcycle worth thirty thousand without even asking about the price,” the store owner sighed as he watched White ride away.

However, White’s thoughts were completely different. My time is so precious? Just casually going over to fool around with a couple of radishes, no, ginseng, and buying your entire store would be enough. Where would I have the time to dawdle with you over a thousand or eight hundred dollar thing…

It can’t be said that White is too heartless. It’s just that when a person is alive, their heart should be a bit broader. Why bother being so calculating and making themselves so tired? Of course, if White didn’t have enough money on him but really wanted to buy it and was too embarrassed to ask his family for it, the store owner would probably be annoyed to death by him…

It wasn’t time to get off work yet. Riding the sports motorcycle, White rushed left and right on the road. Nothing was more comfortable than riding a motorcycle for a drive in such hot weather. It took him less than ten minutes to arrive at the branch of ‘Wanbaoge’.

As expected of a large nationwide chain company, they directly occupied two floors of a thirty-plus-story office building. Since there was an appointment in advance, after arriving here, White was taken to a spacious reception room by a sweet-looking girl.

No time to dawdle with the so-called manager. White directly took out the ginseng and threw down a sentence, “You handle it. I trust your company’s reputation.”

When the female manager, who was not inferior to female celebrities in appearance, saw the ginseng that White took out, she panicked. After a phone call, half an hour later, White had already drunk several cups of tea. A group of old men rushed in…

The next thing was simple. In front of White, they appraised it, recorded the whole process on video, and signed a mutual entrustment contract in the presence of a lawyer.

The ginseng would be promoted for a while and then auctioned at an autumn auction at the end of the month. At that time, White could just wait for the money.

White didn’t pay much attention to the appraisal results. After all, it was going to be auctioned. The only thing he was very satisfied with was seeing the clause that if there was any problem with the ginseng, the other party would unconditionally compensate 8 million.

“Those old men are also quite pitiful. When they saw a ginseng root, they looked like they saw a father who had died and come back to life. Is it that good? I don’t feel anything at all…” White muttered in his heart as he left with the entrustment and appraisal copies.

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Chapter 13: Making a Presence

Shortly after White left the Wanbaoge Auction House, three armed escort vehicles arrived swiftly downstairs. More than a dozen armed personnel rushed upstairs to take away the ginseng White had entrusted to them.

Within less than ten minutes, “insider information” began circulating among the wealthy elite - the upcoming Wanbaoge Autumn Auction would feature a thousand-year-old ginseng as its final auction item…

News travels frighteningly fast in these circles. Soon the entire wealthy community was abuzz, with even foreign billionaires taking action, all eager to investigate this matter.

A thousand-year-old ginseng? People had only heard of such things. Even the wealthiest had never seen one. Such an item was practically synonymous with immortality. If genuine, no one knew whether it could grant eternal life or bring the dead back to life, but it could certainly extend a dying person’s life by a few days. Who wouldn’t want that?

No one was foolish. Most suspected the so-called “insider information” was likely propaganda from Wanbaoge, but this couldn’t dampen the curiosity of the wealthy. Moreover, mysteriously appearing photos and “accidental” leaks from insiders made hearts itch with anticipation.

When money reaches a certain level, it becomes merely symbolic. If something could extend one’s life, few could resist trading half their wealth for it…

However, the supposed thousand-year-old ginseng treasure was immediately locked in a bank vault, to be revealed only on auction day. For the next period, those wealthy individuals with nothing but money would undoubtedly suffer…

White knew nothing about this. He only dug holes without worrying about filling them.

Of course, if he knew, he would surely scoff. What nonsense about thousand-year-old ginseng? The appraisal certificate clearly stated 400-500 years, pure wild mountain ginseng with complete appearance…

So never believe rumors. In this world, everything depends on performance - how could something become popular without promotion?

Of course, even if those attending the auction later learned there was no thousand-year-old ginseng, they wouldn’t complain. 400-500 years was easier to accept, and wild mountain ginseng of this age could be considered a rare treasure.

With the wild ginseng matter settled, White hurried to his next destination. So what if it was rush hour? His two-wheeled motorcycle weaved through traffic at high speed. However, when he arrived at the quality inspection center, they had already closed for the day…

“Annoying. If I hadn’t been delayed by those so-called experts at the auction house for half an hour, I wouldn’t have arrived after they closed,” he muttered irritably, turning toward home.

Around six o’clock, he happened to meet Bai Jianjun just as he parked his car downstairs.

When White’s father saw White riding a motorcycle for hire, he couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids and glared at White fiercely, gesturing for him to keep causing trouble, clearly thinking he didn’t know how hard it was to earn money.

“Well, you see, I just need a means of transportation. Besides, I’ll be making money soon,” White said with a cheeky grin.

Bai Jianjun didn’t even bother responding, turning to go home.

“I really will be making money soon, and a lot of it. Why won’t you believe me?” White said helplessly.

At home, his mother had already prepared dinner. White showed no sign of having moved out, immediately sitting down to wait for the meal.

During dinner, White suddenly looked at his mother and said, “Oh right, Mom, doesn’t your school have laboratories? Could you pull some strings to get something tested for me?”

“What mischief are you up to now?” Zhen Guoying asked without looking up.

“Come on, it’s like this - back when I was in school, I had a classmate from the countryside who encountered some monkeys in the mountains and made some monkey wine. He sent me some, and I don’t know if it’s safe to drink. I want to get it tested just in case.”

“Your classmate is quite capable - first sending you ‘wild boar meat,’ now monkey wine,” White’s father said, looking at White with a strange expression.

“Cough cough, there might be other things in a few days. We’re close, there’s nothing to be done…” White said without changing expression.

“Fine, give me the items. I’ll take them to school tomorrow. I’ll have those idle graduate students test it for you. We should have results by tonight,” his mother said.

White handed over the kettle containing the emerald-green liquid, and the matter was settled. His mother was a director at the school and had considerable authority - this small matter was no problem, and the efficiency was extremely high. If he had gone to a quality inspection center, it might have taken a week or more to get results.

After dinner, White went to his room, took his saw and the diesel oil that came with it when he bought it, and left with the words “I’m going to my rented place to sleep. I have work tomorrow,” leaving his parents stunned.

“Isn’t he doing import/export business? Why would he need a saw for that?” Bai Jianjun said in disbelief.

“You don’t even know your own son? He’s never serious about anything, and who knows what tricks he’s up to…” Zhen Guoying said irritably.

After leaving home, White tied the saw and oil bucket to his motorcycle, looked up at the sky for two seconds, and instead of returning to his rented villa, headed toward the military supply store where he had bought outdoor equipment two days earlier.

This store should be individually owned and hadn’t closed even though it was past seven o’clock. When White entered, he saw the young owner still hunched over, seemingly tinkering with something.

“Hey buddy, I’m back,” White greeted with a familiar air.

The owner clearly remembered this odd customer - anyone would like a customer who didn’t bargain. He looked up at White and said, “What would you like this time?”

Then he lowered his head again to tinker with his items.

Hmm, still unfriendly, White thought. He leaned over the counter, trying to see what the other person was working on, but the owner moved quickly, slamming the drawer shut with a bang…

“Stingy. Looking won’t make you pregnant,” White said with a pout, facing the owner’s expressionless demeanor.

The owner gestured and said, “If you’re not buying anything, the door is that way. Thank you.”

“Hey, listen, if you run your business like this, you definitely won’t succeed… Hey, hey, don’t do anything,” seeing the owner rolling up his sleeves, White quickly changed his tone.

Then he looked left and right furtively, winking and whispering, “Buddy, give me some good stuff.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. These are all the items we have. If you don’t need anything, please leave. I’m closing up,” the owner said, still expressionless, glancing at White.

“Buddy, don’t pretend. I won’t hide it from you - I just like to play around. I want to experience hunting in the forest, so give me something substantial,” White said with raised eyebrows, giving a knowing look.

“The door is that way. Thank you,” the owner gestured toward the main door again.

White turned and left. He hadn’t really expected to get good items this time, and even if he did, he couldn’t afford them, so he left decisively. He mounted his motorcycle and rode away.

To be honest, the reason for coming this time was purely to make his presence known…

Watching White leave, the young owner frowned thoughtfully, then pulled out a drawer from under the counter and continued tinkering with his items…

However, White didn’t immediately return to the villa. Instead, he went to a small supermarket, scanned the area with his eyes, and walked directly to the candy section. He took out a woven bag and filled it with twenty or thirty pounds of rock sugar before swiping his card and leaving.

It seemed the people on the other side liked sweets. This rock sugar was meant to fool those fellows. Later, he was counting on them to lead him through the jungle to find trees.

How would he fool them with rock sugar? He was being foolish - if he spoiled their appetites at the beginning, what would he do later? Besides, who would help him remove the outer wrappers from the beautifully packaged candies? And with that ghost weather, wouldn’t they melt into a lump after being unwrapped?

White felt it was better to minimize the chances of them seeing things like Earth’s writing…

Back at his rented villa, after bringing the saw inside, White didn’t want to move anymore. Though he hadn’t done much all day, being busy had made even this half-recluse feel physically and mentally exhausted.

“This won’t do. I must exercise. Over there, I’m like a weakling. Without a good body, how can I manage?” he thought.

Before, he hadn’t cared - at 1.8 meters tall, White was considered outstanding here. But seeing those big fellows on the other side, he had been deeply discouraged.

“Although I probably can’t become as big as them in this lifetime, at least I shouldn’t look as ‘weak and frail’ as I do now…” he thought.

In a daze, White fell asleep on the soft big bed…

Chapter 14: Raising Affinity Again

Another quiet morning… or was it noon?

Sitting on the bed in a daze for a while, Bai Yang finally realized he was no longer at home. Scratching his head, he walked yawning toward the bathroom in just his shorts.

However, looking at the empty bathroom, he realized he had forgotten to buy toiletries after moving yesterday…

“Being single is tough…” he sighed inwardly.

After not showering for two days, he simply took a cold shower, which made him feel much more refreshed. Shaking his wet hair haphazardly, he changed into a clean T-shirt and jeans and headed out.

Riding his motorcycle to the ramen shop for a quick meal, he stopped by a supermarket on the way to buy a simple canvas bag. He then stuffed several packs of instant noodles inside before heading back.

Returning to the villa, he changed into his outdoor outfit, put the rock sugar in his bag, removed the instant noodle packaging, and put the noodles and seasoning packets into an unmarked plastic bag before stuffing it into his backpack. Grabbing his electric baton, he was ready to go.

“Dad, Mom, today’s my first day at work. I’m going out to eat with colleagues after work. If you can’t reach me, I might be drinking. Don’t worry.”

He edited and sent the text message. Done!

He gave his parents a heads-up first, so they wouldn’t worry if he didn’t answer their calls later.

With everything prepared, he focused his mind, and Bai Yang instantly disappeared from the villa room. In a blink of an eye, he found himself in a new environment.

Even though he had been here multiple times, Bai Yang still felt an unreal sensation being in the jungle.

“I wonder how many hours are in a day here. It’s almost noon back on Earth, but here the sun is setting,” he muttered, seeing what he assumed was the western sun through the dense tree leaves. He took out his phone to check the time, found a small patch of ground without vegetation, and stood where the setting sun created an illuminated spot.

He stuck a small wooden stick in the ground and drew a line where the shadow fell. He took a screenshot with his phone to record the time.

He wanted to figure out how many hours were in a day here. When the sun set again, he could check the stick’s shadow to get an approximate duration.

If he remembered to do that…

Standing up and walking around the tree, he was about to head toward the “wild man village” when his view was suddenly filled by a massive figure.

“What the hell…”!

Startled, he stepped back while thrusting his electric baton forward and turning it on.

“Mmm… Bang…”.

These two sounds reached his ears, and Bai Yang awkwardly withdrew his baton, pushing aside the thought of immediately running back to “the other side.”

The Number Three Barbarian experienced the electric current’s stimulation again. He was now lying on the ground, his body twitching involuntarily, his hair standing on end, his face distorted, and he was dazedly trying to stand up…

“I said this was a misunderstanding. Do you believe me? Why did you suddenly appear in front of me?” Bai Yang said apologetically beside him, regardless of whether the other party could understand.

Although shocked by the electric baton again, the Number Three Barbarian, who was as sturdy as a wild bull, quickly recovered. He stood up, instinctively keeping some distance from Bai Yang, appearing somewhat fearful. He then started chattering and gesturing with his hands.

Bai Yang watched blankly, pondering for a long time before roughly understanding what the other meant. He had seen Bai Yang at the village edge and come over to welcome him…

Well, that was Bai Yang’s interpretation. As for whether that was actually what the other meant, only heaven knew.

“By the way, you’re so big but you walk without making a sound. You deserved to get zapped by my baton. But you’ve had a hard time too. Have some candy. Poor wild man, never seen rock sugar before, have you?” Bai Yang shrugged as he spoke. The other couldn’t understand anyway, so it was no different from talking to himself.

Facing the handful of rock sugar Bai Yang took out of his backpack, the Number Three Barbarian’s eyes widened in confusion. He pointed at the rock sugar in Bai Yang’s hand and started chattering incomprehensibly.

“That’s right. You barbarians probably haven’t seen this stuff before,” Bai Yang slapped his forehead, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, then extended his hand to indicate the other should take it.

So it’s said that eating is the most fundamental instinct of all living beings. Bai Yang’s demonstration made the barbarian understand instantly. He took the rock sugar from Bai Yang’s hand and stuffed the whole handful in his mouth, chewing loudly with a crackling sound while his eyes widened and he jumped around.

Bai Yang: “…”

Rock sugar is still sugar, but is this how you’re supposed to eat it? He couldn’t remember at all.

Unable to vent his frustration inwardly, Bai Yang shook his head and walked toward the village.

The Number Three Barbarian chattered loudly, running toward the village like the wind, leaping with his long legs, moving through the jungle as if on flat ground, looking like Tarzan. Bai Yang watched in amazement.

The distance from where Bai Yang appeared to the village gate wasn’t far. When he reached the gate, a large group of wild men of various sizes suddenly ran out from somewhere, pointing at him and whispering as they gathered around to watch.

However, Bai Yang keenly noticed that besides curiosity, their gazes toward him also contained respect and flattery. They say eyes are windows to the soul, and these wild men seemed quite simple, their inner thoughts directly showing on their faces.

But Bai Yang was confused. Why did they have such expressions?

“Well, I said last time that I would bring gifts when I came again. I won’t go back on my word,” Bai Yang said, regardless of whether they could understand. He put down his backpack and took out twenty or so pounds of rock sugar.

The area suddenly fell silent. Pairs of eyes looked at Bai Yang and the bag of rock sugar, all revealing two words.

Confusion!

The Number Three Barbarian chattered loudly, apparently explaining the benefits of rock sugar.

Then pairs of eyes brightened.

It must be said that these people still had good character. There was no looting scene.

Bai Yang deeply understood the essence of raising affinity. At this moment, he couldn’t be lazy. Only by personally distributing the rock sugar to each person could he maximize the affinity gain!

First the children, then the half-grown youths, then the women, and finally the men. One handful per person, Bai Yang personally handed them out to everyone present. Everyone got a share.

Speaking of which, twenty or so pounds of rock sugar was quite a lot. Since these people didn’t cleverly ask for seconds like people back on Earth, look how honest they were. In the end, Bai Yang still had ten or so pounds left in his hand!

But Bai Yang was dumbfounded. The people who received the rock sugar were all like the Number Three Barbarian before, stuffing the whole handful in their mouths and chewing loudly…

“I hope they don’t get cavities,” he muttered to himself with a twitching mouth. Bai Yang’s sharp eyes noticed that after eating the rock sugar, these people looked at him with kindness added to their curiosity and awe.

Sure enough, affinity was raised this way!

The crowd parted, and the white-bearded old man came out, smiling at Bai Yang. But what was with that beautiful woman beside the white-bearded old man? She kept looking at him as if she was about to cry, like an abandoned young wife…

“I didn’t do anything unfaithful! I haven’t even touched her!” Bai Yang called out his innocence in his heart, full of questions with no one to ask.

Since the leader of these wild men had appeared, the next steps would be easier. Bai Yang carried the remaining rock sugar to the white-bearded old man, speaking in Chinese while gesturing, indicating he should take the remaining rock sugar and help distribute it to anyone not present.

After gesturing like performing a ritual, the old man also chattered something, smiling and nodding. Who knew if he actually understood or not. In any case, the old man ended up carrying the remaining rock sugar in his hands.

During this process, Bai Yang felt uncomfortable being stared at by that beautiful woman beside the white-bearded old man. He even suspected he might be some unforgivable villain who had committed heinous acts against her…

After all the busy work, the sun had already set, and darkness gradually enveloped the jungle.

The white-bearded old man dispersed the onlookers and made a welcoming gesture to Bai Yang.

It was the same treehouse hall as last time, with the same ten or so sturdy men accompanying, a table full of food, but without the wine jars from last time…

However, Bai Yang had just eaten a bowl of ramen not long ago and really couldn’t eat more. But facing the same beautiful woman from last time personally picking up cut meat and extending it to his mouth, could Bai Yang refuse?

Last time Bai Yang’s mind hadn’t caught up, but this time he was too embarrassed to let the girl feed him. However, as soon as he picked up his chopsticks, the girl started crying aggrievedly…

“What kind of plot is this?” Bai Yang was confused, looking around blankly as more than ten pairs of eyes stared at him…

Well, this was probably their custom, and he couldn’t refuse!

Bai Yang truly experienced the life of having food delivered to his mouth. Not to mention the roasted meat was quite delicious, though he didn’t know what kind of meat it was. The taste was very simple, just saltiness and an unknown strange fresh fragrance.

Eating until his belly was round, when they dispersed, Bai Yang keenly noticed that those departing sturdy men all looked at him with expressions that all men would understand, even the white-bearded old man…

Night had fallen. It was the same room as last time, but what did it mean that the beautiful woman shyly followed him in?

(Please recommend and collect. I beg everyone not to be stingy. It doesn’t cost anything anyway)

Chapter 15: Learning ‘Foreign Languages’ is Important

It was already night here, but White had only been up for a short while. Even though he loved sleeping, he had no desire to sleep at the moment.

When the long night stretches on with no desire for sleep, he felt that if he didn’t do something, he would simply be wasting time and wasting his life, which would be shameful!

Then, he looked at the shy beautiful girl and smiled, smiling with great potential for being a bad person…

Walking to the bedside and sitting down, White lifted the thick fur covering the bed, patted the spot beside him, and gestured to the girl, indicating she should come sit over.

Shame is a true marker of humans entering civilization. Faced with White’s straightforward ‘hint,’ even though the beautiful girl had prepared herself, she blushed. Although they couldn’t communicate verbally, her watery eyes and shy red face couldn’t possibly express anger, right?

Walking over with her long legs swaying her hips, the girl sat beside White. She didn’t dare look at him, keeping her head slightly lowered, seemingly trembling all over? In any case, White could already hear her breathing becoming irregular.

“I just wanted to make use of the night and not waste time, having you teach me how to speak your language. Why are you so nervous?”

White looked at the girl so close to him and felt speechless…

The girl noticed he didn’t pounce on her as she had imagined. Curious, she glanced at White, then saw him looking at her with a puzzled expression…

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.

Of course White wasn’t stupid. When the girl had already shown such a ‘do whatever you want with me’ attitude, if he didn’t understand, he would truly be an idiot.

But the problem was he really couldn’t bring himself to do it. She was a beautiful girl, no doubt about it - long legs, slim waist, perky butt, large breasts, beautiful face, and all natural. Although she was already about 1.7 meters tall, the problem was looking at her appearance, she was at most fifteen or sixteen years old. Could he really bring himself to do it?

Furthermore, he had no communication with her at all, didn’t even know her name. If they did something together, what would that be? Even if you go to a ‘hair salon’ to solve the problem, you still need to chat with them for a bit, right? In this case, they had only met twice, hadn’t said a single word to each other, and if they did something, White couldn’t bring himself to do it…

After a long string of gibberish and gesturing like a madman for nearly an hour, White finally made her understand that he wanted to learn how to speak their language.

He was exhausted. Without a translator and unable to communicate, trying to express more complex meanings was truly difficult…

Once she understood what White meant, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt more disappointment and a bit of resentment!

“What kind of customs are these? Why are the girls here so direct and bold? Don’t their parents supervise them at all?”

Seeing the look in her eyes, White truly felt too tired to even make sarcastic comments.

What followed was a painful learning experience. White felt like he had returned to his infancy. She said something he didn’t understand, and he didn’t understand what she was expressing either. Moreover, the pronunciation of their language was extremely strange and tongue-twisting, making the process simply unbearable.

“Back in the day, under Mom’s stick, I could even pass the college entrance exam. I don’t believe learning your ‘foreign language’ can stump me!”

Vowing in his heart, White studied with utmost seriousness.

After all, he was an adult, and his self-control couldn’t be compared to that of a mischievous child. Moreover, language was crucial to his exploration of this world, leaving no room for carelessness. Once he got serious, his efficiency was still quite high.

In one night, he at least remembered and could barely say more than ten words or phrases, though he had no idea what they meant. Obviously, she wasn’t a good teacher…

When the outside world began to lighten, White secretly took out his phone and glanced at it, discovering that sixteen or seventeen hours had passed.

“I spent so much time and only remembered more than ten pronunciations without even knowing what they mean? I remember when I was memorizing English vocabulary, I could memorize more than a hundred in one night, right?”

Well, you can’t calculate it that way. After all, this was an entirely new civilization. The ‘teacher’ had no systematic teaching experience and couldn’t communicate at all. For him to remember more than ten pronunciations was already quite good, assuming he doesn’t forget them later…

However, White didn’t know that more than ten people had been waiting in the tree outside his room all night, but hadn’t heard a single sound they wanted to hear. One by one, they left disappointed when dawn broke…

Despite experiencing more than ten hours of tedious learning, White found he wasn’t sleepy at all.

On the contrary, after a night of ‘communication’ with him, the girl became much more natural around him. Yet her occasional resentful glances at White made him feel he couldn’t take it.

The girl left after dawn, but soon returned, bringing a small wooden tray. On the tray were roasted meat, wooden bowls, chopsticks, and a small knife.

“Why is it roasted meat again? Can’t we eat something else?”

While feeling speechless, faced with the pitiful expression of the girl who looked like she would cry if he didn’t let her serve him, White could only once again enjoy the life of a master who has food delivered to his mouth…

After the meal, White was attracted by a chorus of shouts and cheers. Pushing open the window to look outside, he curiously began to observe.

On the flat open ground, dozens of half-grown youths were lined up in a crooked formation, following a burly man at the front and mimicking his movements. Every time they made a move, they would shout.

“Are they practicing martial arts?”

Seeing this scene, White thought it was strange, especially seeing those half-grown youths all muscular, with their punches and kicks carrying strong wind, this idea became even stronger.

White noticed that when those half-grown youths were practicing punches, dozens of burly men also appeared on the side, busy with their own activities. Some were wielding millstone-sized stone locks with dazzling skill, others were directly punching a large tree, making it ring with their blows. There were also those wielding broadswords and long staffs with great vigor, and even more drawing bows and shooting arrows that produced piercing whistles…

“This is fucking coming to a martial arts world, with everyone practicing martial arts?”

White felt his brain couldn’t keep up. Then he felt it was absolutely necessary for him to comprehensively understand the lifestyle here.

About two hours later, the crowd on the open ground dispersed in a swarm. Soon after, groups of two or three burly men each took their weapons and left the village, entering the jungle. White guessed they were probably going hunting.

Turning around to the girl who had been following him without leaving, he went through a fit of gesturing and speaking gibberish for a long time before finally making her understand his idea of wanting her to show him around the village.

The girl happily led White downstairs, chattering and pointing as she introduced things to him, though White had no idea what she was saying.

This was a very simple and busy village. From time to time, hunters who had gone out would bring back prey and then hurriedly leave again. Those half-grown youths would, under the leadership of some rough-handed, thick-footed women, process these prey.

Their way of processing prey was very simple: they would pull off the fur, smear it with firewood ash, and lay it out in the sun to dry. Well, the place for drying fur was on the treetops above the village…

Then their way of processing meat was even more brutal. They didn’t even use salt for curing, but directly used a type of wood that White didn’t recognize to smoke it over a fire until it turned black and oily, with a peculiar fragrance, hanging it on trees to dry. It made it look like what was growing on the trees weren’t branches and leaves but various chunks of meat.

Some women were also picking fruits that White didn’t recognize in the jungle not far from the village. After careful observation, White discovered they were sealing fruits in black clay jars with some unknown plants added in fixed proportions and laying them out in the sun. This made White think of that kind of wine that makes him drink himself under the table…

Some little kids who looked like little monkeys were naked, pounding some unknown plants with the elderly by the small river. White surprisingly guessed they were extracting plant fibers to prepare for weaving cloth!

And so on. Here life was simple and natural. Every place White passed, the villagers would greet him with friendly smiles before chattering away, not knowing what they were saying. White always smiled and nodded in return.

Actually, he had no idea what they were expressing…

After making a round, White had a general understanding of the lifestyle here.

Generally speaking, this was a village that relied mainly on hunting, almost without farming, and had a relatively primitive lifestyle. Their productivity in other aspects was extremely low. At least White hadn’t seen any industry here at all. The utensils they used most were crude earthenware and wooden products, which probably weren’t even produced by themselves!

However, White could be certain that this absolutely wouldn’t be a primitive barbaric civilization, because the weapons in the hands of those hunters who went out were sufficient to prove this point.

“What kind of world is this? Individual martial power is off the charts, but productivity is low. They are simple, but a more apt description would be barbaric. Before I fully master the language here, I’d better not rashly step out of this village to explore the wider world outside…”

After some observation, White set a short-term goal for himself, which was to master the language here as soon as possible!

(This chapter is transitional, has been revised several times and compressed as much as possible, but still hasn’t achieved the desired effect. However, it’s indispensable. Honestly, I’m quite nervous about posting it. As usual, asking for recommendations and bookmarks)

Chapter 16: The Unreliable Father

While White was observing the habits and lifestyle of the people here, his every move was being observed by others.

Inside a treehouse, by the window, the white-bearded old man and the wood-clad old man sat facing each other, sharing a jar of wine and a bowl of unknown beans, drinking and observing White.

“Where did this young man come from?” the wood-clad old man asked with a slight frown, watching White below who would stop to observe anything he saw.

“I asked about it. Hu Zi and the others encountered him by chance in the jungle. His origins are unclear, but from his appearance, he doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions toward us,” the white-bearded old man said calmly.

“Why are you so certain he won’t have any designs on us?” the wood-clad old man pressed.

“Haha, you’re overthinking this, old wood man. What could he possibly covet from us mountain folk? Take that candy he gave us - even in the city, only a few wealthy families could afford such a luxury. Its value alone could buy our entire village. What could he possibly want from us?” the white-bearded old man countered.

The wood-clad old man was speechless. That rock candy, crystal clear, was something they had never seen or heard of before. They couldn’t even imagine what kind of person could enjoy such a delicacy, yet the other party casually produced a large amount. With such generous means, there really wasn’t anything here worth coveting.

However, being old and cunning, the wood-clad old man always suspected there was something strange about White’s appearance.

“You, you always think too much. I know what I’m doing. From my observations, this young man is probably from some distant noble family, running away from home to play here. He’ll only bring benefits, not harm,” the white-bearded old man said.

“Let’s hope that’s the case…”

The wood-clad old man was conflicted but couldn’t refute.

White was completely unaware of being observed, or rather, he was being observed constantly, wherever he went, surrounded by curious villagers.

Even knowing this, he didn’t care. He hadn’t done anything shameful - why should he fear being watched?

Several hours passed as he wandered around the village. He had gained an intuitive understanding of how people here lived. Although he hadn’t yet experienced the outside world of this realm, based on his analysis, his evaluation of this village could be summed up in four words:

Poor and backward!

Food basically consisted only of roasted meat and fruits, all obtained through adventures in the jungle. If that’s not poverty, what is? They didn’t even use chopsticks when eating, and the only seasoning for their food was salt. If that’s not backward, what is?

After going around once, the novelty had worn off. Returning to his room, he gestured to the girl who had been following him closely, telling her he wanted to rest and dismissing her. He closed the door.

White was certain these people didn’t have surveillance cameras or similar devices. Inside the room, he flashed and returned to Earth.

Less than a minute after returning, his phone began ringing with notification sounds. Looking at it, he saw his father had called him more than ten times, along with an unknown number and a text message.

Thinking something might have happened, White immediately called his father back. It was around eight in the morning there.

“Hello, Dad, what’s up?” White asked.

“You little brat, what are you doing? Moving out for the first day and playing disappearing on me?” his father scolded.

Hearing his father still had the energy to complain, White felt relieved and calmed down. “Didn’t I send you a text yesterday? First day at work, went out to eat with colleagues, had a bit to drink, came back and went to sleep. Oh right, Dad, what did you need me for?”

After Bai Jianjun complained a few more times, his tone changed, becoming somewhat embarrassed as he said, “Ahem, you little brat, that wine you have, do you have any more?”

“What?” White didn’t catch on.

“That wine you brought the other day for your mother to help you test, that ‘monkey wine.’ Do you have any more?” Bai Jianjun raised his voice.

“What do you mean?” White still hadn’t caught on.

Bai Jianjun organized his words and continued, “It’s like this. You said that wine was something you got from a classmate in the countryside, and I got curious and drank it…”

“And then?” White asked.

“What ‘and then’? I’ll just tell you directly. The wine is really good. After drinking it, I felt comfortable all over, as if I’d become ten years younger. Ahem… what does a kid need to know so much for? Just that I drank the wine, it’s gone. If you want to test it, you’ll need to bring some more back.”

White wasn’t concerned about still being called a kid despite being a college graduate. Reacting to this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he asked nervously, “Dad, you can’t just drink something that hasn’t been tested. Are you okay?”

He wouldn’t forget the situation where he had drunk a bowl and bled from his nose, losing consciousness. If something happened to his father, he would regret it forever!

“What could happen? I’m fine. Just tell me if you have any more,” his father said.

“Alright, you’re the boss. I have a little left. Are you at home? I’ll bring it over now. Oh right, is Mom not at work yet? Tell her to wait…” White said without waiting for Bai Jianjun’s response before hanging up.

His father had this bad habit of liking to drink a little. White was impressed that he would drink something untested.

Scratching his head, he looked for something to put some in to bring back, but couldn’t find a container. He went out, rode his motorcycle to the supermarket, bought a bottle of mineral water, then realized he should buy some toiletries as well.

Back at the villa, he drank half the bottle of mineral water but couldn’t finish it, so he poured it out. He filled a bottle from the wine jar and rushed home.

When he got home, his parents were having breakfast. He shamelessly joined them for a meal.

Afterward, he took out the bottle of emerald-green wine liquid, found the water bottle from last time, which was indeed empty, poured some in, and handed it to Zhen Guoying, saying, “Mom, this is for testing. You can’t let Dad drink it, okay? I don’t have much left.”

“Your father’s character, you know it well. Hearing about monkey wine, he wasn’t himself. The night before last, after you left, he stole some while I was asleep,” Zhen Guoying betrayed Bai Jianjun with one sentence.

White “…”.

He handed over all that remained to his mother, warning, “Mom, this hasn’t been tested, so I don’t know if it’s drinkable. You need to keep an eye on it. At least wait for the results before giving any to Dad, and try to drink as little as possible. If something happens, I’ll be heartbroken…”

“What do you mean I don’t know the principle that good things shouldn’t be overindulged, you little brat?” Bai Jianjun said irritably from the side, but his eyes never left the mineral water bottle containing the wine.

Zhen Guoying waved the mineral water bottle at Bai Jianjun and left for work, turning around and taking it with her.

“Ah… Ah…! Ah…!” Seeing Zhen Guoying take it away directly, Bai Jianjun opened his mouth in a sigh that was drawn out with varying intonation.

“Dad, dear father, it’s all for your own good. You can’t just eat things you don’t understand,” White said helplessly, looking at Bai Jianjun.

Bai Jianjun gave White a white look, then his expression changed as he winked and said, “You little brat, be honest, how much stock do you have there?”

“What do you want to do?” White shrank his neck.

Bai Jianjun leaned back on the sofa, lifted his chin, and said, “Tell me, you little brat. How much money do you want?”

White sighed to the sky. This really wasn’t about money. Conflicted, he said, “You decide…”

While speaking, White was thinking, something’s not right. Why is it that whenever he talks to his father, it always comes back to money? Something must be wrong…

“I’ll transfer it to you later, you little brat. Don’t blame your old man for being greedy. That stuff is really good. After drinking just a little, I feel like I’ve become ten years younger. The other night, I… you don’t know anything,” Bai Jianjun said, patting White on the back of his head before walking away with his head held high.

Leaving a dumbfounded White behind.

“What’s wrong with me? You didn’t say anything, I don’t know anything, okay?” White shook his head, took out his phone, and opened the text message. It was from Wanbaoge Auction House, inviting him to attend their autumn auction to see his ginseng being auctioned in person. If he confirmed, someone would send him an invitation. The missed call was also from Wanbaoge.

White directly replied with three words: “No time.” Then another text came in, but it was from his father, who had transferred ten thousand yuan to him for long-term supply of that “monkey wine”…

After finishing up, he returned to the villa where he was renting. Then he went back to the village “on the other side.”

Wanting to learn a completely new language from scratch, especially without a teacher to guide him correctly, the best method is to immerse oneself in that language environment. White felt that for the next period, he would probably be spending most of his time in this village…

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Chapter 17: ‘The Golden House’

After returning to his room in the ‘Wild Man Village’ and wasting time on various tasks, White found himself incredibly sleepy. After all, he had unknowingly gone over twenty hours without sleep. He simply pulled the soft fur blanket over himself and lay still on the bed…

When he woke up feeling refreshed, White checked the time on his phone and discovered he had slept for nearly eight hours. However, when he looked outside through the window at the sky, he sadly realized that the bright white sun had only tilted slightly.

“How long are the days here anyway?”

Rubbing his head, White muttered to himself as he opened the door. He wasn’t paying attention to his feet and tripped over something, falling flat on his face. Then he felt himself collapse onto something soft, and the faint fragrance of an unknown plant filled his nose.

Face to face, eye to eye, no screams, no slaps—the awkward atmosphere seemed frozen in time.

“Why are you squatting by my door…?”

White scrambled to his feet, speaking somewhat unnaturally, even though she couldn’t understand him.

The instinctive contact just now felt pretty good?

The girl whose name White still didn’t know blinked her eyes, stood up from the ground, and began chattering while gesturing with her hands.

After a lot of guessing and pretending to understand, White finally grasped her meaning. While he was sleeping, she was afraid he wouldn’t be able to find anyone when he woke up, so she had been waiting by the door. Then she squatted down and fell asleep drowsily. The result was that when White opened the door, he tripped and fell on top of her.

“That’s not the point, is it…?”

White muttered to himself. Although it wasn’t intentional, she had still been taken advantage of, so shouldn’t she show some reaction? This way he doesn’t feel any guilt at all… bleh bleh… what am I thinking…?

With mixed feelings, White gestured animatedly. What should have been a simple sentence took him forever to make her understand that he wanted her to take him to find the white-bearded old man.

When they found the white-bearded old man, White thought to himself that the old man really knew how to enjoy his retirement. He had hung a soft hammock in the tree branches to sunbathe, and when the wind blew, it swayed back and forth, more comfortable than any rocking chair.

Then came another round of animated gesturing and language exchange that the other party couldn’t understand at all. Only then did White make himself understood—he wanted to stay here for a while longer. Living at the old man’s place all the time was too awkward, so could the villagers help him build a small house? Of course, he would pay appropriate compensation.

This wasn’t a big deal. Understanding White’s meaning, the white-bearded old man was quite happy. He chattered away, and White guessed the old man was saying something like “no problem”…

Then the girl who had been following him seemed to understand too. She was even more enthusiastic than White, quickly running to the ground and chattering loudly in a pleasant voice about something.

What happened next left White dumbfounded as he learned what barbarian efficiency meant.

Twenty or so big men quickly assembled, carrying large knives into the jungle. Soon, the distant forest echoed with the sound of trees falling. In no time, tree trunks with diameters of two to three meters were carried back.

Wood chips flew everywhere as the big men used brute force to split the thick trunks into thick, rough wooden boards. They dug pits and made notches in some places on the boards, then placed them on a large tree. They fit perfectly on the thick branches. The boards were placed side by side, forming a wooden platform on the tree first, then the boards were assembled, and the shape of a small house appeared…

In less than two hours, a brand new three-room wooden house of at least eighty square meters appeared in the tree, leaving White stunned.

Then he let out a startled cry and ran to the “construction site” on the ground like a whirlwind. He picked up a piece of wood shavings, first looking at the grain, then smelling it, and finally carefully examining a fresh tree branch he picked up from the ground. He sat down on his butt, staring blankly at the brand new small house at least thirty meters above the ground.

“This so-called ‘golden house’ is probably about like this, right? A house made entirely of rosewood—how much would that be worth?”

Before coming here, White had specifically looked up information. At this moment, he was absolutely certain that his wooden house was built from this type of wood. This wood was not only precious timber, but the sandalwood fragrance it emitted had the effect of refreshing the mind and preventing insect damage. In short, it was a good thing with many benefits…

“No wonder in the village houses, you can hardly see annoying mosquitoes even on such a hot day…”

White blankly surveyed every treehouse in the village, as if seeing every seemingly crude treehouse shimmering with golden light…

Looking again at the big barbarian men staring at him with puzzled expressions, White felt that each of them was exuding an eye-searing nouveau riche aura…

“Someone with a set of Hainan rosewood rosewood furniture is considered rich and wealthy? My house is made entirely of rosewood…”

White didn’t know how to describe his state of mind anymore. This jungle was practically full of gold everywhere; it just depended on whether one was diligent enough to move it.

“Calm down, calm down, anything that’s too abundant isn’t valuable anymore… Calm down my ass…”

Coming to his senses, White ran to a strong man who was chopping wood with a large knife as if he were chopping rosewood. He gestured animatedly for a long time. After a while, the man finally understood White’s meaning and led people to run to the forest again. Soon, they carried back more than ten rosewood trunks that were two to three meters thick…

“According to the information I found online, rosewood wood is not easy to grow large, and even when it does grow large, it’s prone to hollowing out. But why are the rosewoods here so thick and sturdy?” White frowned in thought, circling the fresh rosewood. He counted the growth rings of the solid rosewood while squatting down. Forget it, the dense rings made his eyes dizzy. He estimated they were at least over two or three hundred years old. He could only attribute the fact that the rosewoods here could grow so thick and sturdy to environmental factors.

Under White’s gesturing commands, the thick rosewood trunks that had just been cut down were brutally split into three-meter-long square pieces by a group of muscle-brained big men and stacked in a cool place. Soon, a pile had accumulated.

He wasn’t stupid enough to take the complete rosewood trunks to the other side of the earth. Ordinary trees with diameters over eighty centimeters were considered ancient trees on that side. If he took such thick and precious rosewood over there, he would definitely be asking for trouble.

“In 2004, the price of top-grade rosewood in ‘India’ was between 500,000 and 600,000 yuan per ton. It should be more expensive now. This must weigh twenty or thirty tons, right? Doesn’t that mean I’ve basically picked up hundreds of millions for free? The cost is just fooling these big men with anything! And if it can be processed into finished products, the price would probably increase tenfold…”

Looking at the pile of fresh rosewood square pieces, White was in a daze.

Although some rosewood bracelets sell for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, those are processed finished products, and most of them are hyped up. In reality, the raw materials are far from as valuable as imagined.

After thinking about it for a long time, White sadly discovered that if he didn’t want to open a new furniture factory to make furniture, taking precious wood over to sell would be a thankless task—most of the profit would go to others.

“Forget it. These woods are probably enough to empty my old man’s pockets. When he sells these woods as finished products, I’ll get him another batch and empty his pockets again.”

White made this happy decision. As for cooperating with other furniture factories? Dream on. That’s called funding the enemy. He would have to be crazy to do that. He might as well figure out how to transport some ginseng—no, radishes—over to sell.

At the same time, White had his own plans. Sooner or later, he would come into contact with people from outside this world. By then, if there are any skilled carpenters, I’ll open a furniture factory here, make finished products, and take them over to sell. You can question where I got them from; if you want to buy them, buy them; if not, forget it!

Calming down, White looked up and saw that the white sun on the horizon was about to set. He slapped his forehead and ran outside the village in a whirlwind, made a circle, and came back, observing the marks he had made the previous day.

“The duration of a day in this world is actually about fifty hours, which is equivalent to more than two days on Earth. Do they have divisions like years, months, and seasons here? If I stay here for a long time, I really won’t know what year, month, or day it is on Earth…”

Back in the village, White muttered to himself. When the sky darkened, he returned to his own small house and was dumbfounded to discover that he didn’t know when, but almost all the simple daily necessities had been prepared, and he saw the girl who had been following him happily running around.

“What’s going on? Is this the rhythm of living together?”

Watching the girl tidy up the bed, White was completely stunned…

(Plea

Chapter 18: The Test Results Are Out

“You’re back,” hearing the movement behind her, the girl turned around and looked at Bai Yang with a smile as radiant as a flower.

However, to Bai Yang’s ears, what she said sounded like complete gibberish.

Not knowing what to say, Bai Yang nodded with a smile and began to examine the wooden hut.

The structure was very simple - the floor was directly laid on the thick tree trunk, the walls were made of spliced wooden boards, and the roof was also wooden boards…

However, what was remarkable was that the wooden hut didn’t use a single nail. The overall construction was completely a miraculous structure of interlocking pieces to Bai Yang.

Most importantly, the entire wooden hut was luxuriously made of small-leaf sandalwood. Just smelling the faint sandalwood fragrance in the air made one feel refreshed.

Three rooms were arranged in a row. The right side should be the kitchen and similar areas. The earthen stove made by filling wooden frames with soil hadn’t dried yet, but the large wooden barrel carved from a wooden stake was already filled with water. Miraculously, pots, bowls, ladles, and basins were all prepared.

Bai Yang discovered there was another door behind the kitchen. Going out, there was a wooden trough against the wall, with a long bamboo tube connecting to a large water tank high above in the middle of the village. Clear water flowed into the wooden trough with a gurgling sound, then through another bamboo tube entered a “small room” next to it.

Opening the small room, well, it turned out to be a toilet. There was a hole the size of a brick in the middle, with a bamboo tube below connecting to the village’s “main sewer”…

“They’ve got quite an advanced setup. Could this be what’s called survival wisdom?” Bai Yang clicked his tongue in amazement.

Overall, Bai Yang was very satisfied with this house. The only flaw was that it was too crude - the rough edges hadn’t been sanded down. What if he got pricked?

“These guys probably forgot that I don’t have their thick skin and flesh…” Bai Yang thought to himself.

In the middle room, several simple chairs were placed. In the bedroom, the bed was already covered with thick fur, and surprisingly, it was a complete tiger skin…

When Bai Yang saw the girl carrying some firewood up and starting a fire around the stove to roast meat, he wondered if this wouldn’t burn the house down?

“The key is there’s only one bed. That girl seems to be planning to stick to me!” Bai Yang scratched his head at this problem.

Not long after, he ate a meal of roast meat like a lord, being served by the girl with food delivered to his mouth. There was no helping it - you couldn’t refuse, or she would cry…

After the meal in the bedroom, several hours of language learning with poor communication followed. After Bai Yang reluctantly remembered more than ten tongue-twisting pronunciations, he heartlessly refused her request to sleep together and politely asked her to leave.

However, what made Bai Yang dumbfounded was that she seemed to have been prepared for this. With tears streaming down her face like a young wife whose husband wouldn’t let her sleep in bed, she took out a piece of animal skin and spread it on the floor of the “living room”…

“You have your own home, right? I really can’t control myself if this continues, you single dog,” Bai Yang muttered quietly, leaning against the door after closing it.

Coming to the window, looking through the leaves at the three moons in the sky, even though he had seen them multiple times, he still felt inexplicably shocked. If he hadn’t been holding back, he would have wanted to take a photo with his phone and post it online.

“I’ll figure out what kind of place this world is eventually,” Bai Yang said after looking at the three moons in the sky again, then closed the door and windows and disappeared from this world.

Back at the rented villa on Earth, looking at the diesel chainsaw in the bedroom, Bai Yang scratched his head. This thing had been bought but hadn’t been used yet…

While lost in thought, his phone made a series of missed call notifications. Taking out his phone, Bai Yang’s scalp went numb - his mother had called him at least thirty times!

“Mom, what’s the matter?” Bai Yang asked cautiously as soon as the call connected. First, he was afraid something had happened at home, and second, since he hadn’t answered thirty-something calls, one could imagine how angry his mother must be.

“You little brat, you have ten minutes to get your ass home,” Zhen Guoying hung up.

Looking at the disconnected phone, Bai Yang was at a loss. From his mother’s tone, it didn’t seem like something bad had happened, but why was she in such a hurry to have him come home?

Hurriedly going downstairs, Bai Yang rode his motorcycle home.

When he arrived home and opened the door, wow, both parents were at home at this rare time, but their serious expressions like they were conducting a three-way trial made Bai Yang’s heart tighten.

Quickly recalling his recent actions in his mind, finding he hadn’t done anything outrageous, Bai Yang felt slightly more at ease.

“Dad, Mom, what are you doing?” Bai Yang asked cautiously.

“You, sit there,” Zhen Guoying pointed to the sofa opposite.

Bai Yang sat down carefully and noticed his father secretly winking at him. He was completely relieved now - nothing was wrong!

So he sat quietly without speaking, waiting for his mother to continue.

“Son, tell me honestly, where did you get that emerald-green liquid wine?” Zhen Guoying stared intently at Bai Yang as she asked.

Subconsciously raising an eyebrow, Bai Yang braced himself and said, “What do you mean? Uh, I already told you, it was monkey wine that a classmate from the countryside occasionally got from the deep mountains and sent me some.”

“Really?” Zhen Guoying asked.

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?” Bai Yang was about to swear. Then he asked tentatively, “Mom, why are you asking about this? Nothing bad happened, right?”

“Something bad? Son, let me tell you, this has become a big deal. Hmph…”

With cold sweat on his forehead, Bai Yang asked, “What happened?”

“Son, listen to me carefully. About that wine, you’d better keep it to yourself and don’t mention it to anyone, understand?” Zhen Guoying said.

“No, you have to explain the situation to me clearly, or I won’t feel at ease,” Bai Yang insisted.

Zhen Guoying’s expression softened, and she said somewhat proudly, “Son, let me tell you the truth. Today I took your wine to the school laboratory for testing by a graduate student. Guess what the results were?”

This was no time for suspense… Bai Yang was internally devastated.

“The test results came out, and they found it contains many beneficial components for the human body, amino acids…” Zhen Guoying began.

“Stop, Mom, just tell me in plain language that I can understand. All those terms give me a headache,” Bai Yang decisively interrupted.

Giving her son a look, Zhen Guoying picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table and waved it, saying, “In other words, the test results showed that this wine is as good as it gets. Long-term consumption can gradually change a person’s physique, almost like what’s called ‘rebirth through cleansing the marrow.’ Understand?”

This was too straightforward…

Blinking, Bai Yang asked again, “So it’s not poisonous?”

“Poisonous, and highly toxic. It contains more than ten precious medicinal ingredients. The human body has limited tolerance. Drinking too much can literally kill you from over-nourishment. You tell me if that’s poisonous or not,” Zhen Guoying said irritably.

No wonder those wild men grew so strong - this was probably one of the reasons. While muttering to himself, Bai Yang’s eyes lit up. Didn’t this mean that if he consumed it long-term, he could get rid of this relatively weak body compared to those wild men?

“How much should I drink each time to be safe?” Bai Yang asked.

“It varies depending on individual constitution. Drink it once a day. Conservatively speaking, no more than 30 milliliters each time is safe. Son, I know what you’re thinking, but I must warn you - if you just drink without exercising, you’ll definitely become a fat man in a few days. Also, I don’t care how much you have or where it came from. Keep half for yourself, and bring the other half back to me promptly. We’re getting old and could use some good things to nourish ourselves. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Not at all,” Bai Yang shook his head vigorously. But he thought to himself that the latter part was probably what you really wanted to say, right? If you wanted to drink, just say so. I’ll get you enough to drink it like water every day. I’m your son, and I should be filial. Was there really a need to be so formal?

Feeling relieved, he asked again, “So Mom, what was that ‘something happened’ you mentioned earlier?”

“It’s all because of that wine. I don’t know how, but the test results were somehow known by several old professors at the school. They’re asking everywhere about the origin of this wine. Those old men are not to be trifled with - each one has countless titles. I managed to fool them for now, but you’d better not go around bragging about it,” Zhen Guoying explained.

So that was what happened. No wonder his mother was so serious. Bai Yang wasn’t stupid - something this beneficial to the human body shouldn’t exist in this world. Especially with such immense development value, it would be impossible not to attract attention.

Fortunately, his mother had the foresight to turn them away.

“I’m still young with small arms and legs. It’s better to keep a low profile,” Bai Yang warned himself.

His mother’s matters were finished, but his own weren’t. His gaze turned to his father…

(Plea

Chapter 19: Father and Son Business Talk

“What are you staring at me for? Hurry up and get that monkey wine!” Having personally experienced the effects of ‘monkey wine’, Bai Jianjun was clearly impatient.

What kind of parents are these…

While feeling speechless in his heart, Bai Yang watched his father hesitate for a moment before saying, “Dad, you know I’m in the import-export business now, right?”

“And then? You little punk, just spit it out quickly. I can tell from your expression that nothing good will come of this,” Bai Jianjun said irritably.

“What do you mean nothing good? This time I’m bringing you a huge opportunity, and you’re acting like this. If you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say anything,” Bai Yang said dejectedly.

There was no helping it - this father-son banter had been going on for twenty years and couldn’t be changed.

However, Bai Jianjun still casually said “go ahead,” as he knew his son too well. The boy never did anything illegal, but if you expected him to do something good, you were dreaming.

“… Dad, can’t you be more serious? Here’s the thing - I’ll make a long story short. Our company has a batch of imported precious timber. Are you interested in taking it?” Bai Yang asked.

When Bai Jianjun heard this, he looked at Bai Yang with contempt and said, “I knew nothing good would come out of your mouth as soon as you opened it. You’re just starting work and already planning to scam your own father? You must be jealous of your colleagues’ successful business, right? No other way to get business except to come to your old man?”

Waving his hand to stop Bai Yang, who looked constipated and wanted to say something, Bai Jianjun continued, “In principle, everything in this family will be yours in the future. As your father, I must support you when your career is just starting out, no matter what. So go ahead and scam me, but don’t scam me too hard!”

“…”

Bai Yang looked at the light bulb blankly. What kind of situation was this?

However, from the heart, he was still very moved. No matter what, parents always stand with their children. Even if they get scammed themselves, it doesn’t matter as long as the child can hold their head high in front of others…

But something was wrong. Bai Yang swore he was definitely bringing benefits!

“You two talk. I’m going to cook,” Zhen Guoying had no interest in these matters and left these words before heading to the kitchen.

“Dad, our company really does have a batch of imported precious timber. You make furniture, so I thought you might need it. If you’re afraid I’ll scam you, I’ll just sell it to someone else,” Bai Yang sighed.

Of course, selling it to someone else was impossible, even if it rotted over there.

“What kind of timber?” Bai Jianjun took a sip of tea after saying these words.

“Small leaf red sandalwood. Um, probably several dozen tons,” Bai Yang said.

Pfft… Bai Jianjun sprayed out his tea, pointing at Bai Yang and coughing for half a day without being able to say anything.

After finally catching his breath and pointing at Bai Yang’s nose, he said, “You little spendthrift! This isn’t how you scam your father. Several dozen tons of small leaf red sandalwood? I think you should just take over this household directly, and then the three of us can go beg on the streets together.”

“What do you mean?” Bai Yang’s mouth twitched.

“It means I don’t have that much money to buy it. Understand? At first, I was thinking that if it was just a few tons of ordinary timber, I could grit my teeth and buy it from you. I never expected you little punk to be so ruthless - planning to kill me with this!”

When Bai Jianjun said this, Bai Yang secretly rejoiced in his heart. Usually, his dad always acted like he had money to burn. It was rare to see him get deflated. Not rushing, he took a sip of tea and said, “Dad, if you don’t have enough money, that’s not a problem. I can sell it to you at the market’s lowest price. If that doesn’t work, I can even give you a discount. Don’t stare at me - if that’s still not enough, we can do installments. This kind of opportunity is only available to you, Dad. Others can only dream of it!”

When Bai Jianjun heard Bai Yang say this, he felt relieved. Without even looking at Bai Yang, he said contemptuously, “I finally understand - you’re just a scammer. Do you think it’s fun to fool your father? How could this kind of opportunity fall to me? Do you think the company is run by you?”

Bai Yang thought to himself that it was pretty much the case, but there was no such company - the boss plus employees was just him!

Then he organized his thoughts in his mind about how to explain.

He had anticipated from the beginning that it wouldn’t be easy to pass off the timber to his father. However, now it seemed that it wasn’t just difficult - it was extremely difficult. First, his father didn’t believe him, and then it was still his father who didn’t believe him…

“How about this? Tomorrow I’ll have the timber directly delivered to your factory. If you want it, take it; if not, I’ll turn around and take it away. How’s that?” Bai Yang said.

This was the simplest and most direct method Bai Yang could think of.

“I’m even more convinced you’re a scammer. Would your boss let you mess around like this? And small leaf red sandalwood? I’m afraid it’s just compressed wood boards at best…” Bai Jianjun was still contemptuous.

“Then don’t worry about it. Anyway, I’ll have it delivered to you when the time comes. Um, let’s just decide on that happily. Oh right, I’m leaving now. Goodbye!” Bai Yang said.

Leaving these words, Bai Yang got up and ran off. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. One lie required countless lies to cover it up. He’d go to some ghost place to get a trade company to do business with his father, casually rent a big truck to deliver the timber, and if his father didn’t want it, he’d take it away to burn as firewood!

“Hey, don’t forget that kind of wine…” Bai Jianjun’s warning came from behind.

“I won’t forget. I’ll bring it to you together when the time comes,” Bai Yang replied.

Waving his hand, he closed the door and ran off.

Riding his motorcycle toward the rented villa, he encountered several kids playing with modified motorcycles and drag racing, trying to invite him to join, but he completely ignored them.

On a street with sparse streetlights, with several motorcycles roaring by the side, Bai Yang felt extremely frustrated.

“A bunch of little bastards won’t stop, will they? I’ll scare you to death. Anyway, you can’t see clearly anyway!” While muttering to himself, Bai Yang slammed on the motorcycle’s brakes and disappeared into the night with a whoosh…

Vroom vroom vroom… Bang bang bang…

Faced with Bai Yang’s inexplicable disappearance, the several kids panicked and didn’t react in time, falling to the ground in a mess.

“Mommy, there’s a ghost…”

The little bastards climbed up, mounted their motorcycles, and fled in panic like dogs being chased!

One minute later, Bai Yang appeared on his motorcycle at the original spot again, looking at the fragments on the ground, he curled his lips and swaggered away. From then on, this street became known for ghost sightings, and those little bastards never dared to come here to drag race at night again…

Returning to the rented villa, Bai Yang scratched his head. What was he supposed to do next?

It was just nightfall here, but it was already night over there. Maybe the duration of night was even longer than here, and he wasn’t sleepy. He slapped his forehead - oh right, he should take care of the main business first.

Searching online for where to rent that kind of big truck, he was once again grateful for the omnipotent internet.

This wasn’t difficult to find. Soon he found a private car rental phone number. When he called, the other party was impatient, saying it was already so late at night, but when they heard Bai Yang say one million to rent a big truck for one day, they immediately said they were ready to receive him at any time…

Money could solve everything - it wasn’t a problem!

“This one million is gone, and I’ll be completely broke. But I don’t believe that if I deliver the small leaf red sandalwood to Dad’s factory, he won’t take it. Then I’ll have money again!”

After thinking it through in his heart, this business could be done. Turning around, he rode his motorcycle out, first going to the ATM to withdraw one million, then he saw that his bank balance only had three digits and almost shed tears…

Arriving at the agreed-upon location, a barbecue stand in the suburbs, with big trucks with more than ten wheels everywhere by the roadside, the phone call connected, and a bald man with a muscular build stood up from a barbecue stand and waved to Bai Yang.

“Brother, want a drink?” The other party sized up Bai Yang and said.

“Brother Yang, right? I won’t drink. It’s quite urgent, you know. Where’s the truck I want?” Bai Yang waved his hand and said.

During the phone communication, this guy had called himself Yang Biao. Looking at him now, he was indeed quite fierce, but compared to that big guy over there, he was still a weak chicken…

The other party was quite cooperative, but looked at Bai Yang seriously and said, “Pay first, then I’ll give you the car keys. I don’t care what you’re going to pull. But let me say this first - if anything happens to the car, you’re responsible.”

“That’s a must. Here’s the money. Where are the car keys?” Bai Yang decisively took out the money, not having time to waste words with him.

He wasn’t afraid of being scammed either - the whole world has so many people, would they really wait to scam just him? He’s not someone who attracts trouble wherever he goes.

This process was actually very simple - pay money, get keys, leave the motorcycle with the other party, pick it up when returning the truck. If you want to play with it, you can, just don’t break it, but you need to leave enough gas to get back.

The relationship between people actually isn’t as full of deceit as imagined. Who would willingly play those thankless tricks if they could live peacefully? At least most people are like this…

“Young people these days don’t know what kind of tricks they’re playing,” Yang Biao watched Bai Yang drive away in a heavy truck, shook his head, and muttered to himself, then his eyes lit up as he looked at the cool sports motorcycle Bai Yang had left behind…

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Chapter 20: The Midnight Transporter

White had gotten his driver’s license at nineteen, and since Bai Jianjun often let him drive his car, his skills were decent. He’d never driven a heavy truck before, but the principles were similar. Besides, the suburbs at night were so empty you could hold a ghost convention there—nothing to worry about.

He hadn’t even considered whether his license actually allowed him to drive a heavy truck—that serious question hadn’t crossed his mind at all…

Pulling the heavy truck to a deserted stretch of suburban road, the next part was crucial!

“Over there it’s also nighttime. The lumber is in the village, but I had them place it in an inconspicuous corner when preparing it. If we’re careful, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

He hadn’t considered at all what the villagers’ reaction would be the next day when they discovered the lumber had vanished…

After a moment’s thought, White had a plan. He took the car key, pulled the handbrake, closed the door, and walked around to the cargo area.

He’d rented a bright box-type heavy truck—it had over twenty wheels alone. Hauling forty or fifty tons was child’s play.

Closing the cargo door with effort, he moved to the innermost position, looked around, and nodded. Then he vanished into the cargo hold, reappearing the next moment in the bedroom of a wooden house in the wild man village.

“Good thing lighting is so poor here. Working in the dark is perfect,” he thought, listening to the quiet village and nodding in satisfaction.

He carefully opened the bedroom door, but White had underestimated the villagers’ alertness. In the dim moonlight, the moment he opened the door, he saw the girl sleeping on the ‘living room’ floor sit up immediately, looking at him.

“Don’t worry, go back to sleep. I just need to use the bathroom.”

Whether she could understand or not, White gestured while saying guiltily.

The girl muttered something in her language and covered herself with animal skins again, but in the darkness, a pair of eyes kept blinking, her heartbeat quickening.

In the pitch darkness, what was White doing sneaking out the door? The answer seemed obvious. The girl felt shy, nervous, and a bit expectant…

In this near-dazed state of mind, after waiting a while, instead of White coming to her side, she heard barking from below the house, followed by White’s startled cries in their language.

Any thoughts she had vanished. The girl lifted the animal skins, somehow found a stick, and rushed out, running down the stairs. In the moonlight, she saw White surrounded by dogs.

With a cry, two large dogs whimpered and ran off. The girl hurried over to check on White.

White was in a sorry state. If he hadn’t jumped up immediately and climbed onto a tree branch used for hanging clothes, he might have become dog food by now. Looking up at the girl below, he felt both relieved and embarrassed.

“I just wanted to go for a walk…” White said awkwardly, getting down in a fluster. Whether she understood or not was another matter.

The girl spoke to White in a pleasant voice, and White guessed she was saying that if he wanted to go out, he needed her to accompany him…

“I didn’t see any wolves in this village during the day. Good heavens, are the dogs here mutated? They’re almost as big as lions and tigers!”

While muttering to himself, White was also terrified. If he’d been bitten, wouldn’t he have lost half his life?

How tragic was this situation? Fortunately, his savior had arrived in time…

But now there was a new problem: with someone by his side, how could he transport the lumber silently? Knocking her unconscious might work, but White figured he couldn’t beat this seemingly delicate girl. Using an electric baton might succeed, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it…

More than ten meters away was a pile of small leaf red sandalwood planks in the corner. Beside him was a moonlit, hazy beauty. White gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. He’d take the risk!

“Hope she’s as obedient as usual.”

While thinking this, White approached the girl, gestured for her to move aside, and she understood, standing aside puzzled and watching him.

White then stood before her and gestured wildly. When she didn’t understand, he simply covered her eyes with his hands. When he removed his hands and she opened her eyes again, he covered them once more…

After repeating this several times, the girl understood his meaning. She closed her eyes, not making a sound, not moving, but her breathing quickened. In the moonlight, the beauty’s eyelashes trembled, creating a uniquely hazy beauty.

White almost forgot his purpose as he looked at her. Shaking off the stirring in his heart, he faced the girl and stepped backward until he reached the pile of small leaf red sandalwood planks. Carefully climbing to the top of the woodpile, he saw the girl still had her eyes closed. He grabbed a piece and vanished instantly.

Back in the cargo hold on Earth’s side, he tossed the plank aside and flashed back…

The girl kept her eyes closed. Good, continue!

After several trips, the girl still stood obediently with closed eyes. White grew bolder, only checking every few trips to see if she had opened her eyes.

But soon White was sweating—half from nervousness, half from exertion.

Although the small leaf red sandalwood had been split into blocks, it wasn’t dry. Each piece weighed dozens of pounds. Transporting this stuff didn’t require him to run while carrying it, but for a half-recluse like him, it was quite a physical challenge.

“What an idiot I am! Why do I have to pick it up every time? As long as I grab it, that’s enough!”

While mentally cursing his stupidity, White experimented and found it worked—he didn’t need to pick it up, just grab it to take it to the other side. This way, his efficiency doubled. He could carry two pieces at once, and much faster!

The result of increased efficiency was White constantly flashing back and forth. A large pile of small leaf red sandalwood blocks kept decreasing. In less than half an hour, it was all done, but the cargo hold wasn’t even half full…

Finished, White breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the girl still standing obediently in the moonlight, but with her mouth somehow pouting in apparent melancholy…

“It’s okay, let’s go back,” White said as he walked over.

She didn’t respond, and only then did he realize she couldn’t understand what he was saying. Thinking about it, he reached out to pull her eyes open.

This reaching out wasn’t a problem—she actually threw herself into his arms and started crying, her whole body trembling in apparent distress…

This was awkward. White was at a loss, not knowing what to do. I didn’t bully you, so why are you crying? Making me look like I’ve done something heinous…

Treat her like a ‘little sister,’ White thought to himself.

He reached out and gently patted the girl’s back while comforting her: “There, there, don’t cry. Keep crying and you won’t look good. I didn’t do anything to you, right? Besides, we can’t understand each other’s language, so how could you express anything to me…”

Although she couldn’t understand, White comforted her incoherently for half an hour until she finally calmed down. Then she walked ahead with an extremely dejected look…

White had no idea what this meant. He scratched his head and followed behind.

Back at the treehouse, the girl lay on the floor, covered herself with animal skins, and curled up to sleep. White, extremely troubled, returned to his room. After closing the door, he couldn’t understand why she was like this. Sighing, he disappeared again to the other side.

Back on the heavy truck, looking at the half-filled, messy cargo hold of lumber, in his eyes, this was all money!

Closing the cargo hold, going to the driver’s seat, and closing that door too, he took out his phone and checked the time—it was only a little past midnight. He set the alarm for eight in the morning, then returned to the treehouse side to sleep.

But the sound of the girl’s whimpering crying kept echoing in his ears, impossible to shake off.

“What kind of situation is this? Looks like that girl has latched onto me, but the problem is I have no idea why she’s like this. I don’t know anything about the customs here, so I don’t dare think about anything…”

His mind was in chaos, and White couldn’t fall asleep no matter what…

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Chapter 21: A Child’s Play Transaction

When White was awakened by the alarm clock, it was still dark outside due to the time difference, though the moon had already tilted in the sky, making the night seem deeper.

Picking up his phone, he saw it was already 8 AM on the other side of the world.

Turning off the alarm, White noticed some faint movements outside the door. He knew it was the girl outside being awakened by the alarm clock. He had no intention of explaining anything - even if he did, she wouldn’t understand. Rubbing his face vigorously with his hands, he flashed away to the other side.

It was a marvelous feeling - just a second ago he was in a dark alien world, and the next second he had already appeared in the bright morning sunshine of Earth. Life’s encounters were truly as miraculous as this.

Plugging in the key to start the heavy truck, he followed the phone’s navigation toward his father’s furniture factory.

In White’s impression, his father’s furniture factory seemed to have a few simple houses, with twenty or thirty workers bustling day and night. But that was White’s memory from ten years ago - since starting middle school, he had rarely visited his father’s furniture factory…

When he drove the heavy truck to the outside of his father’s furniture factory, his expression was dumbfounded.

The chaotic and busy environment he remembered did not appear. The first thing that caught his eye was a row of walls. Through the ten-plus-meter-wide retractable gate, he could vaguely see a row of factory buildings, with various mechanical sounds coming from inside. There were also security guards standing at the gate.

“Wow, Old Bai is doing pretty well, quietly building up such a large scale. No wonder he looks like he’s not short of money…” Looking at the factory area ahead, White clicked his tongue.

Something felt off. He had thought about helping his old man, but from this perspective, it seemed he was about to become a parasite who came to his father’s place to ‘bring in business’?

“Damn it, with this truckload of precious wood, it’s enough for my old man to craft a pile of precious furniture and become one of the top players in the furniture industry.”

Muttering to himself, he started the car and drove toward the main gate. As expected, he was stopped by security.

It was a predictable situation. He didn’t have time to play mind games with the security brother. He directly called his father.

“Dad, do you remember what I told you last night? I’ve already brought the stuff to your gate. Do you want it or not? If not, I’ll take it away.”

“Oh wow, kid, you’re even putting on a full show for me. I want to see what kind of ghost trick you’re playing. Wait for me…”

Beep beep beep…

Looking at the hung-up call, White clicked his tongue, put the phone aside, and half his body leaned out the car window to chat idly with the security brother. Through his smooth talking, he managed to extract quite a bit of information about the furniture factory from the security brother.

According to the other party, this furniture factory was quite large in scale, with over a thousand employees. There were more than ten factory buildings alone, divided into raw material processing workshops, rough processing workshops, fine processing workshops, then production workshops, assembly workshops, polishing workshops, polishing workshops, painting workshops, etc. There were also specialized design departments, then sales departments, finance departments, and so on - it was quite comprehensive and professional. White felt a bit dizzy just listening.

He only listened to get a general idea and had no intention of joining this industry or competing with his old man for a living, so he didn’t delve deeper.

Not long after, a middle-aged man riding an electric bike arrived at the gate, gave some instructions to security, and the main gate opened. The other party waved for White to follow, but looked at White strangely, not understanding why the boss had asked the director of the raw material workshop to come receive a young man who could drive.

Turning seven or eight corners inside the factory area and arriving at a noisy environment, wood of various kinds was piled everywhere. Workers wearing safety helmets moved about, the ear-piercing sound of wood cutting machines roared, and forklifts carried wood running everywhere…

At first glance, White saw Bai Jianjun surrounded by several people. White stopped the engine, got out of the car, and waved to his old man.

“Kid, you’re impressive. You’ve even gone to the trouble of driving such a big heavy truck here to fool me. Just for that, even if you brought wood shavings, I’ll take it as garbage.”

Bai Jianjun walked over, clicking his tongue in amazement at White. He felt his son had really invested in this act to fool him, or perhaps the ‘boss’ behind White was just a weirdo.

Without saying anything, White waved his hand and said, “See for yourself. Take it or leave it. If you don’t want it, I’ll turn around and leave.”

Bai Jianjun smiled and didn’t take it seriously. He waved for the several workers who had been surrounding him to get on the truck to check.

The truck compartment door opened, and several workers went up. In less than ten seconds, a sigh came from the compartment, followed by shouts of “Boss, come quick”…

Bai Jianjun’s face changed slightly. He looked at White and hurried over, having a low, serious conversation with several workers.

White walked over with a smug expression, vaguely hearing some things like “good stuff,” “too precious,” “the best small leaf red sandalwood I’ve ever seen,” “absolutely no mistake,” and some fragmentary sentences.

Then Bai Jianjun appeared in front of White, pointing at White’s nose and saying, “You little bastard, where did you get this?”

“I told you I’m in trade, right? I’m busy here. Do you want it or not?” White said proudly.

“I want it! Why wouldn’t I want it? I’ll sell my house and break my pots to get it! Kid, tell me what the hell that company is called and who the boss is!” Bai Jianjun said through gritted teeth.

“What are you doing, Dad?”

“I want to go kill your boss!”

White widened his eyes. What was going on?

“Damned if I know. Such good wood, you’d need a lantern to find it. They just randomly cut it into wood blocks. How much waste would that create? The value of the waste alone is a huge sum. What a prodigal, an idiot…” Bai Jianjun gestured wildly.

That idiot is standing right in front of you…!

White thought something was happening. This stuff was abundant on the other side - as much as you wanted. The waste could only end up as firewood.

“Since you want it, just pay for it,” White said indifferently.

Bai Jianjun was stunned, looking White up and down, muttering two words:

“For you?”

“This is nonsense, right? If you don’t give it to me… cough cough, here’s the thing. The company entrusted me to handle these newly arrived wood materials. The boss wants to switch to jewelry and jade business, and finance is too busy. You pay me first, and I’ll give the company an account.”

This doesn’t look like a business negotiation at all. Haven’t they even discussed the price?

“I’m convinced by you. You little bastard is just messing around with me. One of these days I’ll go to the detention center to bring you food, and it won’t be surprising at all,” Bai Jianjun looked at White with a look of despair.

Then he turned and shouted loudly, “Call people to unload and weigh the goods!”

Then he looked at White and said, “How do we calculate the price?”

“I told you, market price minimum, and I can give you a discount.”

This year, the price of top imported small leaf red sandalwood ranges from 800,000 to 1 million yuan per ton, depending on transportation and origin. I won’t fool you. The wood you brought is even better than the top grade. The price exceeds one million, and there are people rushing to buy it. What do you say?”

“Who am I if not your father? I’ll give you the lowest price of 800,000 per ton, then a discount. I’ll take 500,000 per ton. Isn’t that generous enough, son?”

Is there such a discount?

“…”

Bai Jianjun looked at White like he was looking at an idiot.

Then a worker came over and said, “Boss, we’ve finished counting. All the wood is super top grade, totaling 31 tons and 350 pounds.”

White looked at Bai Jianjun and said, “Who am I if not your father? I’ll waive the fraction for you. Let’s call it 30 tons. Three five fifteen… that’s a total of 15 million. Pay up.”

“You’re definitely my biological son, but I want to say I don’t have that much money to give you. And once this stuff is in my hands, no one can take it away!” Bai Jianjun stared at White with red eyes.

“This can be paid in installments, right? Three installments, 5 million for the first installment, no less. Otherwise, I can’t give a good account to the ‘company’,” the kid was talking too casually, with no credibility at all.

Bai Jianjun was even more straightforward. He took out his phone and directly called finance: “Manager Liu, transfer 5 million to account XXX. I’ll go over to sign in a bit.”

In less than a minute, White’s phone showed a 5 million deposit. Seeing the string of numbers above, the kid clicked his tongue. This was equivalent to winning a 5-million lottery without paying taxes?

“Dad, you’re busy. I’m out of here,” White, having received the money, waved his hand, started the heavy truck, and left in a grand manner…

“…”

Bai Jianjun was at a loss. Even after White had left for a long time, his head was still dizzy. As someone who made solid wood furniture, of course Bai Jianjun knew how precious the batch of wood White had brought was. Once processed, its value would at least increase ten to a hundred times. If hyped up properly, increasing a hundredfold wouldn’t be impossible. Yet it was treated like child’s play - this batch of wood had fallen into his pocket…

What installments, what discounts - this was practically giving it away. With the quality of that wood, reporting a price of 2 million per ton would still have people rushing to buy it. He got 31 tons for 5 million, as if it was picked up for free. Although there was still a million in arrears, if he didn’t pay, no one could say anything. Where’s the contract? Where’s the IOU?

“This kid…”

In the end, Bai Jianjun smiled. Only a father knows his son. Since White dared to **** like this, he must have confidence. What’s the point of parents digging into everything? Who doesn’t have a few secrets? Whether this wood was smuggled or illegally mined, once it entered his factory, it would be transformed beyond recognition, and no one could find it!

White didn’t know how entangled Bai Jianjun was inside. At this moment, he was almost going crazy with joy. The common people had finally gotten rich today. 5 million in hand - isn’t that a millionaire for sure?

“You just figure it out yourself, Dad. This is also a gift from both of us. In front of the omnipotent internet, do you really think people don’t know the value of that wood? No one is an idiot. If it were someone else, I’d make them vomit blood, or I’ll change my name. Is there such a good thing in the world? If there really were such a boss who allowed employees to mess around like me, I’d be the first to kill him…”

(This chapter was revised for several hours, with over ten thousand words thrown out. The final version still doesn’t achieve the feeling I wanted in my heart. It’s frustrating… Finally, I’m asking for recommendations and collections)

Chapter 22: What’s the Deal? Extortion?

After returning the heavy-duty truck and retrieving his motorcycle, White headed back to the rented villa. But halfway there, he stopped and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, thinking for a long time. It seemed he had forgotten something?

“Damn, I forgot to bring wine for my old man. I guess he was too excited about those wood materials and forgot too. I’ll bring it next time I go home…” he thought.

Once he figured it out, he stopped worrying and rode his motorcycle back to the rented villa at full speed. He didn’t rush to go to “that side” but instead went to the bedroom and moved the black clay jar containing the emerald green wine from under the bed.

“This stuff is really as good as the tests showed? It’s great for nourishing the body, improving constitution, with many benefits. But you have to exercise to absorb it, and that’s tiring… but if you don’t exercise after drinking, you’ll turn into a fat guy…”

White was conflicted. He wanted to drink this wine to make his body stronger, but he was afraid of getting tired. And if he drank the wine without exercising, he would become a fat guy…

People are like that - they want to be healthy but are afraid of the effort of exercising. Where in the world would there be such a good thing?

After struggling for a long time, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. Being tired is better than nothing. He had survived the college entrance exam before, so exercising a bit wouldn’t kill him, right?

He found a mouthwash cup in the bathroom, poured out a little from the wine jar. Since there were no markings, he didn’t know how much thirty milliliters was. To be safe, he only poured out a mouthful.

The wine aroma was intoxicating. He downed it in one gulp. As soon as the wine touched his mouth, he couldn’t help but shiver, and his pores seemed to be breathing, feeling all kinds of comfortable.

As for wine, White was clueless and couldn’t tell good from bad. His most sincere evaluation was just two words:

Delicious~!

“Fruit wine, the alcohol content is probably similar to beer, but it’s really delicious. It’s probably a hundred thousand times better than those so-called cocktails. No wonder my parents keep asking me for it. This stuff is addictive after just one sip!”

Closing his eyes to savor it, his whole body felt as if it had been injected with a cool breath, and his entire body seemed to be floating.

Then White felt something was wrong. Gradually, his whole body started to feel hot. It wasn’t that burning kind of heat, but an internal heat. The most direct manifestation was that he got an erection, and he had a tendency to have a nosebleed…

To avoid becoming a fat guy, the hot White threw down the cup and ran out frantically. He ran wildly on the road in the villa area, venting his energy. Although he was already drenched in sweat and his whole body ached, he still seemed full of energy, and his mind would unconsciously have the illusion that he could kill a cow…

“I really can’t run anymore…” he collapsed on the lawn, panting heavily. After resting for a while, he still felt full of energy. He got up and ran again, collapsed again when tired, and after doing this several times, he was finally exhausted.

Dragging his tired body back, he was suddenly stopped by an old man who appeared out of nowhere!

“Old man, what do you want? I’m very tired now. If you want to extort money, wait until I’ve rested first…” White said weakly, looking at the other person.

The old man wasn’t tall, only about 1.7 meters at most. He was thin but stood very straight. His white hair was combed into a slick back style. His complexion was rosy, and his age couldn’t be seen. He wore a tank top, straight long pants, and cloth shoes. No matter how you looked at him, he had the demeanor of a master.

However, faced with White’s sarcastic remarks, the other party almost kicked him. Which eye of yours saw that I look like an extortionist?

Suppressing a mouthful of old blood that almost sprayed out, the old man looked at White and smiled kindly: “Young man, don’t be anxious. I think you’re quite special…”

Before the old man could finish speaking, White interrupted him and reached into his pocket to find a ten-yuan bill, handing it over and saying: “Old man, I also know that I have extraordinary bones. Here’s ten yuan, you can take it. You don’t need to give me the secret manual. Let the task of maintaining world peace be left to Spider-Man, Iron Man, Batman, Green Lantern, Bumblebee, and all kinds of heroes. Goodbye to you…”

The old man subconsciously gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and still didn’t let go of the arm blocking White. He slowly exhaled and maintained his demeanor, saying: “Young man, don’t misunderstand. I’m not a scammer…”

“Ha, are you kidding? Old man, how could you be a scammer? In my opinion, your line of work is actors who use their lives to perform…” White spoke with spittle flying, but the old man glared, and the guy was stuck with a sentence in his throat that he couldn’t say. That feeling was like when he first encountered the barbarian on “that side” and was pointed at with a cold arrow.

“Let me finish,” the old man became kind again.

Subconsciously swallowing, White felt cold all over and stiffly nodded his neck, saying: “You say it, I’m listening.”

“I don’t mean any harm, I just want to take your pulse.”

As the old man spoke, he naturally grabbed White’s wrist. He squinted his eyes and pondered.

I don’t know if he was frightened by the other person’s gaze or what, but anyway, White didn’t even know how his arm was grabbed by the other person…

“Strange, strange…” After a minute, the old man put down White’s arm, frowned, and shook his head. Then he left muttering to himself.

White: “…”

What’s going on here? He stood there in a daze for several minutes without understanding what the old man meant. It wasn’t until the old man’s figure completely disappeared that he reacted. He narrowed his eyes and touched his chin, pondering.

“Could this be the legendary extraordinary person hidden among the people? His moves are incredibly fast and accurate, instantly accurately grabbing my wrist. His hands are as powerful as iron hooks. Where did this old monster come from?”

The key point was why the other party would inexplicably stop him to take his pulse.

He couldn’t figure it out!

Returning to the villa with a head full of doubts, the sweaty White took a refreshing cold shower and felt comfortable all over, with no worries left. As for the old man, he remembered him in his heart, always feeling that there would be a chance to meet him again.

To thank the villagers on “that side” for building a house for him, he made a special trip to the supermarket to buy a hundred packs of salt. He cut open all the packaging and poured them into a plastic bucket, then twisted it and went to “that side”…

The reason for giving salt was because White saw that the girl was using a lump of brown salt block when roasting meat, pounding it into pieces and smearing it on the meat…

This was unacceptable!

At the villa area where White rented, the white-haired old man who stopped White came to a villa with an area of three thousand square meters and still frowned with a strange expression.

Under a pavilion in this villa, there was a stone table and stone benches. An old man with gray hair made tea with flowing movements. Wearing a Tang suit, he created an ancient atmosphere with his hand movements.

When the white-haired old man walked into the pavilion, the tea-making old man said without looking up: “What’s the matter? I haven’t seen you for years, and you came to my place just to give me a sour face?”

The white-haired old man glanced at him and said: “I didn’t expect that after not seeing you for years, you, who were once so decisive and resolute, have become such a lukewarm old man. Don’t you find it disgusting yourself?”

“Being decisive and resolute back then was also against my will. The officialdom is like a battlefield. If you don’t advance, you’ll retreat. Now that I’ve retired, can’t I temper my temper? Look at you, look at you. It’s because I had a bad temper back then that now the younger generation in the family doesn’t want to come see me even during holidays,” the tea-making old man said unhappily.

The white-haired old man shook his head and didn’t say anything.

“I say, you actually have a day when you’re frowning?” the tea-making old man stopped his movements and asked in surprise. In his impression, the white-haired old man always had a calm and indifferent demeanor no matter what happened.

“Just now I met a young man. I saw from afar that he was full of energy and spirit. Out of curiosity, I stopped him to take his pulse. As a result, he thought I was an extortionist…” the white-haired old man said.

“Hahaha, an extortionist, you? It’s so funny…” the tea-making old man laughed for a while. Seeing that the other party was calm, he felt bored and continued: “You’re so weird just because of this?”

“Of course not because of this, but because after I took his pulse, I found that this young man was surprisingly full of energy and spirit, but he obviously looked like he lacked exercise, which is really puzzling,” the white-haired old man looked puzzled.

“I thought it was something. You’re depressed about this until now?” the tea-making old man asked.

“No, I was thinking about how to ask you for a favor…” the white-haired old man said.

“…”

The tea-making old man looked speechless and said: “What favor do you want me to help you with?”

“I happened to learn that a very special kind of wine appeared in this area, and I want you to help me check its source…” the white-haired old man said.

(Still struggling, this chapter took nearly six hours to write…)

Chapter 23: Number Three’s Suicidal Antics

When White arrived at the treehouse bedroom carrying a large bucket of salt, he noticed only the faintest hint of dawn breaking on the horizon.

“What a time difference—it’s high noon over there…”

The village was already bustling with activity as the sky began to lighten. Opening the window, White saw a large group of teenagers already lined up in a crooked formation on the ground below the treehouse, following a burly man as they practiced their martial arts with exaggerated movements.

Exercising in the morning sun, what a passionate and inspiring scene!

After watching for a few minutes, White found it incredibly boring. Comparing it to the military boxing he learned during high school military training, this was far less impressive…

Twisting the plastic bucket containing the salt, White opened the bedroom door and nearly cried out in surprise. The girl, who had gotten up at some unknown time, was standing gracefully outside the door, her big eyes blinking at him.

There was no trace of her having cried the previous night!

Since he didn’t understand the local customs, White completely failed to grasp the girl’s mindset. Well, the saying about not trying to understand a girl’s thoughts was faithfully followed by White.

He greeted her with a “good morning,” regardless of whether she understood—that wasn’t his responsibility.

The girl just silently pouted, not finding it strange at all that White had taken out a completely unfamiliar large bucket from the empty bedroom.

Anyone normal would find it strange, right?

Carrying the salt, White went to the kitchen. Under the girl’s wide-eyed, heart-wrenching gaze that nearly made her faint, he threw a fist-sized chunk of brown salt from a wooden bowl out the window…

“#%…%%&&**&”

The girl stood before White, gesturing animatedly and chattering away, but White couldn’t understand a word.

Grabbing her wrist, he saw she was about to turn and run out to retrieve the salt chunks.

Stopping her, White rinsed the wooden bowl in the sink, shook it dry, and filled it with a bowlful of white salt from the bucket.

“We’ll use this from now on,” White said, pointing to the salt in the bowl.

Something felt off about this—the way he said “we” was too natural…

The girl didn’t understand. Under White’s gesturing, she extended two fingers to pick up a tiny bit of salt and put it in her mouth. Her eyes instantly widened. Though it was so salty it tasted bitter, she couldn’t bear to spit it out, instead sucking on her index finger while looking at White with infinite amazement.

This scene was too much to bear. White turned away forcefully, carrying the bucket of salt to find the old man with the white beard.

Perhaps because old people’s sleep is light, when White found the white-bearded old man, the latter was already sitting in a wicker chair, benevolently watching the group of teenagers practice their martial arts.

The old man smiled and greeted White’s arrival, though he was saying something incomprehensible…

After another round of gesturing and miscommunication, White managed to convey that the white powder in the bucket was salt, a thank-you gift for the villagers’ help in building the house the previous day, which he was giving to the old man.

The old man’s reaction was even more excited than the girl’s. He grabbed a small pinch of salt, put it in his mouth, and despite being so salty that his nose and eyes wrinkled into a ball, he couldn’t bear to spit it out. Then he seemed to feel several pounds lighter, grabbed the bucket of salt, and ran off energetically…

Growing up in the city, White had no idea how important salt was to people engaged in heavy physical labor. If they went without salt for a long time, they would feel completely drained, in poor spirits, and suffer from osteoporosis. The most obvious sign would be their hair turning white…

“How underdeveloped must life be here for villagers to get so excited over receiving some salt?”

White was almost worried to death. If he were to deal in daily necessities, he felt he could empty the villagers’ pockets.

The morning sun rose, its light magnificent, the mist like smoke, dewdrops glistening, leaves rustling, grass fragrant, children playing, cooking smoke curling, sunlight, forest, breeze, laughter, and cheerful voices—all composing a peaceful and tranquil painting on this refreshing morning.

White had no artistic temperament whatsoever. He simply found it comfortable. Bored, he squatted on a large rock watching a group of muscular men of various sizes show off their physiques and skills, with no intention of joining them. His small frame couldn’t even compare to the children’s—he wouldn’t embarrass himself like that.

As he watched, White noticed that Number Three Barbarian was sneaking over to his side, “blatantly” taking the electric baton that was placed nearby when White wasn’t paying attention…

“What’s this guy up to now?”

Then White nearly laughed himself into convulsions, almost rolling off the large rock.

He saw that Number Three Barbarian had somehow obtained a set of broken metal plate armor, which he wore on his muscle-knotted body that resembled steel plates. Then he pressed the switch on the electric baton and thrust it toward the armor…

This time it was even worse. Metal conducts electricity, and he lay straight on the ground twitching for half a day without being able to get up, while the electric baton rolled far away…

“How persistent must he be to keep challenging the electric baton? But I still admire your spirit of exploration.”

While sighing, White picked up the electric baton and continued sitting on the rock watching the muscular men show off their physiques and skills.

What puzzled White was that these villagers, whether due to having reflexes as slow as a snail or comprehension abilities that broke through the heavens, showed absolutely no curiosity about the wood that disappeared last night, the salt he brought, or the electric baton. They acted as if everything was perfectly natural, leaving White scratching his head in confusion.

“Wasted youth, I’m wasting my precious time so boringly—it’s simply infuriating to both humans and gods.”

While eating the roast meat the girl was carefully feeding him, White sighed such thoughts in his heart. When the group of muscular men of various sizes dispersed, he felt even more bored.

Boredom is a disease that needs treatment!

He had to find something to do, or he would die of boredom. Seeing the group of muscular men finishing their preparations to enter the jungle for hunting again, White thought for a moment, slapped his butt, and ran over.

He didn’t look for anyone else—he went straight to the three Barbarian “iron triangle” who had brought him to this village, since he was somewhat familiar with them.

After a round of gesturing and incomprehensible miscommunication, he finally managed to convey his desire to follow along and take a look.

The three big guys muttered a few words but didn’t refuse.

When White turned back, his eyes widened. He didn’t know when, but the girl who had been following him had changed her outfit and was still silently following behind him.

She was wearing leather armor, leather pants, leather boots, and leather wrist guards that perfectly outlined her figure. Although the outfit looked somewhat crudely made and rugged, a wild aura emanated from her.

A dagger in her boot, a whip around her waist, a bow and arrows on her back, and a three-foot-long cold broadsword in her hand—she was practically armed to the teeth, wasn’t she?

Faced with the girl’s outfit, White felt a thought emerge in his heart: this girl could take on ten of me with ease.

She didn’t feel ashamed but rather proud. No matter how explosive her combat power was, it couldn’t hide the fact that these villagers lived in primitive conditions. A sense of superiority emerged in White as a city youth experiencing tribal life…

Then… let’s depart. White wasn’t unaware of how dangerous the jungle was, but following these people with explosive combat power, he felt incredibly safe, didn’t he?

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Chapter 24: The Gorilla in Underwear!

About a kilometer from the village, the path ended. Ancient vines twisted across the ground, towering trees blocked out the sky, and rotting leaves emitted a foul odor. Even the light had turned gloomy.

At this point, Barbarian Number Two seemed to vanish into the tree canopy as if using a stealth technique. If not for confirming his presence, he would have been completely overlooked.

Number One brought up the rear with his staff, Number Three hacked through the undergrowth with his massive blade, and the girl stayed close to White, alert to their surroundings with her broadsword.

“What the hell is this feeling like I’m the king of the forest right now?” White muttered to himself.

With virtually no safety concerns, White’s eyes darted everywhere, finding everything novel. He suddenly realized that over ninety percent of what he was seeing were things he didn’t recognize!

When White’s curiosity led him to want a closer look at a mushroom the size of an umbrella, his shoulder tightened as the girl pulled him back ten meters.

“What’s going on?” White looked at her puzzled.

The girl flicked her toe, sending a fist-sized rock flying toward the giant mushroom. A small puff of powder rose from the mushroom, and the surrounding plants that touched the powder lost all their moisture and turned yellow and brittle within seconds…

Seeing this scene, White wasn’t afraid but instead his eyes lit up!

“If I could get my hands on this mushroom powder, wouldn’t it be an essential item for home and travel?”

Barbarian Number One came up from behind and stood before White, making terrified gestures. In summary, he was trying to convey that this kind of mushroom was more terrifying than the devil!

“Without knowledge, mushrooms are dead. Once you know their properties, dealing with them is simple. Just be careful to collect some mushroom powder, and when you see someone you don’t like, give them a dose…” White thought they were being overly dramatic and decided that if he ever had the chance, he would definitely collect some to carry with him!

Atomic bombs are dangerous too, but don’t countries still want to collect them?

Leaving the giant mushroom behind, they continued deeper into the jungle.

Not far along, White was about to rest against a tree when the girl “gently” pulled him away. She tapped the tree with her broadsword, and with a crack, a palm-sized gap appeared in the trunk. Dense red ants the size of fingertips crawled out…

“We should take a detour,” White instinctively moved away from the tree trunk and turned his stiff neck toward another direction.

An arrow flew from somewhere in the trees, embedding itself beside White’s foot. The soft mud split open, and an eight-meter-long python twisted and rolled on the ground, its head pierced and pinned by the arrow!

A cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead. If the arrow had been slightly off, he would have been the one pinned. The key point was that he had almost stepped on that python…

“When are we going back? This jungle is definitely no place for humans…” White’s mind endlessly repeated these thoughts. At this moment, he rejected his decision to come to the jungle. However, since he had come, he could only grit his teeth and continue forward.

An hour later, White was almost at his breaking point. The jungle was filled with dangers, like walking toward hell. Various plants couldn’t be touched, and deadly poisonous insects always appeared in unexpected places. If not for these “outdoor survival masters” leading the way, White felt that surviving even ten minutes would be lucky…

The fact that he had wandered around the jungle for hours without major incident last time was purely because those routes had been traversed by the barbarians before. After all, he was following the safe paths they had taken.

During a rest break, the girl gestured and spoke in incomprehensible words to White. Her meaning was that in this jungle, apart from natives like them who grew up here, very few outsiders who entered could leave intact!

That was roughly the meaning…

“One piece of land nurtures one type of people. Rashly entering an unfamiliar territory either results in surviving with bloody heads or self-destruction,” White summarized in his heart.

They could live comfortably in the jungle, not knowing how many lives their ancestors had sacrificed to gain this valuable experience!

Just as White was deeply moved, the atmosphere around them suddenly became tense. Barbarian Number Three held his massive blade horizontally across his body, slightly crouched, like a leopard ready to pounce, appearing to face a formidable enemy. Goosebumps covered his neck.

Barbarian Number One, who had been bringing up the rear, also came forward, holding his staff horizontally across his body, his eyes flashing, his body trembling slightly. Even Barbarian Number Two, who had been hiding in the trees, appeared on a diagonal upper position, drawing his bow and slowly scanning the surroundings, his eyes full of horror!

The girl held her broadsword horizontally across her chest with one hand while grabbing White’s shoulder with the other, slowly retreating, extremely nervous.

“What’s happening?” Infected by the atmosphere, White’s throat felt dry. Although he couldn’t sense any danger at all, he absolutely believed in the crisis awareness these people who had lived in the jungle for years were displaying.

Before White could figure out what was happening, he felt his body lighten, as if floating on clouds. In a daze, the girl picked him up by the shoulders and carried him to at least thirty meters up in a tree!

“How did we get up here?” White was somewhat bewildered, unable to imagine how the girl had carried him, a person weighing over a hundred pounds, up the tree. It was too fast; he hadn’t seen it clearly…

Looking at the girl beside him, who was tightly pursing her lips and scanning the surroundings, White’s worldview was overturned. Was this definitely the soft girl who had cried pitifully like a little kitten in his arms? Wouldn’t she have been switched?

White didn’t have any more thoughts after that; his mind was constantly thinking about whether he should have the girl carry him even higher…

Dull thuds came from the distance, the ground trembled slightly, and the sound of breaking branches kept coming. A massive creature was approaching in their direction!

Barbarian Number One and Barbarian Number Three had somehow already climbed up the tree, just like White and the others, holding their breath and nervously watching the direction of the sound.

The leaves parted, and a gorilla appeared in White and the others’ line of sight.

However, seeing that gorilla, White had a constipated expression, wanting to laugh but not daring to, holding it in with great difficulty…

It was a very, very large chimpanzee, comparable to White’s impression of King Kong, fat and strong with well-developed limbs about to explode. However, that wasn’t the point; the point was that this chimpanzee was actually wearing underwear, a tiger-skin underwear of unknown origin that covered its lower body…

The gorilla was huge and terrifying, with one arm thicker than the body of Number One, the most robust among them. However, the gorilla in underwear gave White a strange sense of humor, wanting to laugh but not daring to, almost giving himself internal injuries from holding it in.

The gorilla clearly sensed White and the others, stopping its movements and looking up at them.

Facing the gorilla’s gaze, everyone’s bodies felt icy cold, and the other party could probably swallow them whole without even chewing!

However, the gorilla just bared its teeth at them for a while, then twisted its butt and slowly walked away…

White would swear on his little dick that when it left, its expression was actually disdainful contempt, as if mocking them, “You’re all trash!”

He had actually been looked down upon by an animal. He couldn’t help but endure it…

Until the gorilla’s figure completely disappeared into the jungle, they dared to take deep breaths, cold sweat pouring down their bodies without realizing it.

“This gorilla must have become a spirit, right? Not only can it make humanized expressions, but it even knows to wear underwear!” After the crisis passed, White’s mind was still in a daze. His understanding of this world, he estimated, was still at the zero stage…

“Gorillas themselves belong to the intelligent primate family. Being that big with some ability to imitate isn’t unacceptable, right?” In the end, White convinced himself with this unreliable reason…

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Chapter 25: A Fleeting Moment

Setting out again, White noticed that they all seemed accustomed to such situations, not taking the previous encounter to heart at all.

“Was it because they were thick-skinned, or because they frequently encountered such situations in the jungle?”

White knew he would never get an answer to this question.

The group changed direction. Anyone with half a brain would know that following the gorilla’s path was essentially suicide, and going in the direction it came from probably wouldn’t yield any prey either…

When a beast king appears, all creatures hide. Although that gorilla wasn’t a lion or tiger, one look at its size told you how terrifying it was. As a result, during the following stretch of their journey, the group encountered virtually no animals!

Insects don’t count…

Throughout the journey, the girl who had been following White closely without leaving his side barely spoke, but her vigilance was the strongest. At the slightest disturbance, she would immediately shield White behind her, like the most professional bodyguard, always standing on the front line of danger. Countless times she had pulled White back from the brink of unknown dangers. She was truly conscientious!

Regarding being protected by a girl, White’s inner thoughts were… better to talk about something else…

There was a question that had been buried in White’s heart for a long time without finding an answer: this girl seemed overly loyal to him. He had given her nothing, so why was she so wholeheartedly devoted to him?

He could only attribute this to not being familiar with the customs here, so he couldn’t get an answer…

Among the group, Number One Barbarian, the largest in build, was rather interesting. He could always find various foods in the jungle. His nose was keener than a dog’s, whether it was strange fruits hidden in the underbrush or plant roots buried in the soil, he could always find something edible. Anyway, the whole journey was just eating.

That he hadn’t been poisoned to death was beyond White’s understanding. He estimated that the relationship between his massive size and his constant eating was some kind of scientifically explainable cause and effect…

For the sake of his own life, when Number One Barbarian multiple times offered him strange things to share, enthusiastically indicating that they were edible and delicious, White still politely declined.

Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t want to die yet…

Number Three Barbarian was probably never going to turn back from the path of courting death in this lifetime.

White felt that if he used “laugh and grow young” to describe it, he would probably regress a hundred lifetimes!

This guy’s curiosity had broken through the sky. Whenever he encountered a crevice or tree hollow, he would use his door-sized blade to fiddle with it, creating many laughable and absurd situations.

He still had a bump on his forehead like the Buddha, which was from being stung by a swarm of bees when he was messing with a tree hollow…

However, what was interesting about him wasn’t his curiosity, but his inability to learn from experience. The Nth time he was fiddling with a crack in a rock, he almost got bitten by a centipede over a meter long, yet he still found it amusing!

Speaking of which, it was precisely because of his sky-high curiosity and his personality of never learning from mistakes that he made the best pathfinder. After all, he could discover any danger first, right?

As for Number Two, well, he was practically invisible, hiding in the tree canopy and rarely showing himself. Regarding this almost supernatural jungle concealment technique, White felt that if he were to fight against so-called special forces in Earth’s jungles, he could probably wipe out a bunch by himself…

This was a rare jungle survival experience, which ultimately ended with them hunting a brown bear.

The process of hunting the brown bear was thrilling, but White didn’t feel the slightest bit of danger at all, just various kinds of boredom!

He was more than fifty meters away from the battlefield, and there was a girl with explosive combat power protecting him. If he could still feel the tension and excitement of the hunting process, that would be truly supernatural…

Simply put, they discovered a brown bear that stood about three meters tall when upright, then Number Three, who was terminally ill, threw down his blade and charged over with a roar to compete in strength with the brown bear. The result was that he found his strength seemed to be no match for the other, so he used his ultimate move, which White had seen before, running onto its back and couldn’t be shaken off…

Then Number One came over and whacked the brown bear on the nose with a stick, making it cry out with tears and snot streaming down, and finally ended with Number Two shooting an arrow from somewhere hidden in the trees, which entered through the brown bear’s right eye and ended the battle.

The hunting process is actually often this simple and crude. The main thing is that the process of finding prey is relatively long. White felt that if it were on Earth, the final hunting process would have to be infinitely shortened, and one shot would do the job…

Number One, the big guy, acted as the laborer, carrying the brown bear back alone without his legs even trembling…

This strength was unmatched. White estimated that if Number One went to work on a construction site, many migrant workers would probably be laid off!

The way back was much easier than coming. Although it was only a short few hours of jungle exploration, in White’s heart, he felt as if a lifetime had passed.

“From now on, even if someone puts a knife to my neck, I won’t enter the jungle again!” White said to himself in his heart as he stood at the village gate. So what if someone puts a knife to your neck? He could run away…

Time quietly slipped away amidst various boredom, various frustrations, various entanglements, and various numbness. In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed since entering the jungle last time!

These ten days refer to the time here. If calculated at nearly fifty hours per day here, more than twenty days had already passed on Earth!

According to scientific research, half a month is enough to completely change a habit. If you don’t believe it, try it yourself. Raise a dog, and every time you feed it, tap the food bowl. In half a month, when you tap it again, it will wag its tail and run over in seconds…

So after ten days, apart from being somewhat lacking in language, White was already no different from the villagers here.

During this period, White basically spent time with the villagers, deliberately observing and learning their living habits and language. Now he could already communicate simply with the villagers.

What level was this simple communication? For example:

It’s like on Earth communicating with foreigners: “Hao ah yo, wo chi yo leng, hao du du…” about this level of communication…

However, most of his communication with the villagers still relied on gestures.

The more White understood the living habits of the villagers here, the more he realized how difficult their lives were. The jungle, tree houses, everything was actually not as pleasant and comfortable as it seemed.

Villagers went out hunting every day, and casualties occurred from time to time. They had to enter the jungle to hunt to survive normally, but entering the jungle to hunt would inevitably face various dangers!

This was a vicious cycle…

During these ten days here, White had personally witnessed three disabled people, six seriously injured, and two people who entered the jungle and never came back…

Life is a miracle, very tenacious, always able to find the correct way to survive in various difficult environments. At the same time, life is also extremely fragile. One careless moment, and a living life is gone…

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Chapter 26: Boss, I’m Back Again

Human habits are terrifying. White was horrified to discover that after living the life of a pampered young master who had food delivered to his mouth for some time, even the instinct to feed himself had begun to atrophy…

His bones felt as if they had been pulled out as he sprawled across the table, watching the busy figure in the kitchen, waiting for the other person to come feed him.

Xiao Mao, this was the name of the girl White learned on the eighth day after arriving in this world, the eighth day in this world.

The two words “Xiao Mao” in this place generally refer to tigers!

White couldn’t connect the words “tiger” and “Xiao Mao” no matter how hard he tried. Shouldn’t Xiao Mao be the kind of creature that meows and acts cute?

So White thought the girl’s name should be Hu Niu…

Any language has a long evolutionary process, containing the cultural life and customs of a place. Without understanding a place’s culture and customs, it’s difficult to understand what those words actually mean.

How many people on Earth know that the two words “yao er” in Guizhou dialect often mean “wife”?

His mind wandering with random thoughts, Xiao Mao finished preparing the roast meat and brought it to the table. Having become familiar with White’s living habits, Xiao Mao no longer had the bold and unrestrained air of the locals when making roast meat. The meat was cut into small pieces and roasted until fragrant, though the flavor was a bit monotonous.

“I wonder what plant they use to smoke the meat here. The smoked meat is so addictive that even after eating roast meat so many times, I don’t feel sick of it.”

While muttering to himself, White maintained his young master posture without changing position, mouth open waiting for Xiao Mao to feed him.

However, the beautiful young girl Xiao Mao didn’t think there was anything wrong with this. She carefully picked up a piece of roast meat and placed it in White’s mouth, even thoughtfully wiping the oil from the corner of his mouth…

How many people would want to kill White after seeing this scene?

“Xiao Mao.”

White looked up at the other person. The pronunciation of these two words in the local language was extremely strange. White’s pronunciation wasn’t very standard, about the same as a foreigner on Earth saying “ni hao.”

“Mm?”

Xiao Mao stared unblinkingly at White.

“It’s nothing. I just need to leave for a while,” White said haltingly while gesturing.

However, when Xiao Mao heard White say this, she suddenly froze, her face turning somewhat pale, her large eyes looking at White as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll be back. It won’t take long.”

“Then… I’ll wait for you!”

White left decisively. After going back to his room to pack a backpack, he went out.

White had also asked about why Xiao Mao would follow him, but the answer he received was so simple and crude that it was almost laughable. Xiao Mao’s answer was that her grandfather had told her to follow White, and this reason was so simple and crude!

Oh, Xiao Mao’s grandfather was the white-bearded old man, the village chief…

This made White want to complain. Was it really not illegal to give away one’s granddaughter like this? Was she really his biological granddaughter? White truly didn’t know what to say about this.

Although White had almost returned to Earth every day before, this time he needed to take care of some business, which would probably take some time. So he had to appear to leave in the eyes of the villagers. White had no doubts about the villagers’ ability to accept things, but silently disappearing would always cause unnecessary trouble, wouldn’t it?

Under Xiao Mao’s reluctant gaze, White left. When he arrived at the open space in the village, he encountered Hu Zi, whom White defined as Number Three Barbarian in his heart.

Seeing him, White smiled again. He couldn’t help it—this guy was too amusing. One of his eyes was red and swollen, and his eyelashes had disappeared without a trace, all caused by this guy’s own recklessness.

The day before, he had seen White playing with a lighter and was extremely curious. He borrowed it to study, finding the appearance of the flame magical. When he pressed the switch, he held it up to his eye, staring wide-eyed to observe, and when the flame appeared… Okay, that scene was a bit mind-boggling.

“Hu Zi, next time I come, I’ll bring you some fun things,” White waved to Hu Zi and walked toward the village gate, avoiding people’s sight and disappearing from this world.

Back at the rented villa, it was only a little past ten o’clock in the morning on Earth’s side.

The smile disappeared from White’s face. Throwing the backpack on the ground, White collapsed weakly on the big bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, his eyes very confused.

The reason for this was that what he had seen and heard in that place over the past few days had deeply affected him. The villagers there lived simply and hard, but they were happy and had never complained about anything, even though they knew the jungle was dangerous, they still entered the jungle again and again with hope for life.

However, when White saw several villagers who had been disabled or seriously injured from fighting with wild beasts, he couldn’t accept it no matter what. The feeling of watching helplessly but being powerless made his heart feel very uncomfortable.

He wasn’t a doctor and couldn’t treat the injured villagers in the most correct way. The only thing he could do was give them some tetanus and penicillin to prevent infection.

“Small leaf red sandalwood wood, ginseng, hundred-fruit wine. These things might not mean much to them, but to me, they’re worth millions. I owe them.”

White felt he had to do something for the villagers, even if it was just because Xiao Mao had taken such meticulous care of him for this period of time.

Getting up, he vigorously rubbed his cheeks, opened his phone to check his current wealth.

White’s father’s second installment had already been deposited into his account. Additionally, the auction for the ginseng had concluded, and the auction house had already transferred the money.

After deducting the auction house’s ten percent commission and personal income tax, the ginseng had brought White over 12 million in profit!

There were truly too many rich people in this world. A 400-year-old ginseng had actually been auctioned for nearly 1.5 million!

“In the future, I definitely need to transport more useless things over here to clean out the pockets of those rich people who are so poor they only have money left.”

White wouldn’t feel he was being fair to himself if he didn’t do this…

The huge sum of over 22 million in his account really made White digest it for a while. That string of numbers made him dizzy just looking at it.

Struggling to move his gaze away from that string of numbers, White put on his keys and rode his motorcycle out.

After several turns, White arrived again at that military supply store.

The boss was still bent over behind the counter, tinkering with something. Hearing the movement, he looked up and actually remembered White, opening his mouth with: “What are you here for again?”

“Hey, boss, I’m back again,” White greeted with a smile.

The young boss showed no expression: “Buddy, go wherever you came from, I really don’t have what you want here.”

“You know what I want?” White asked in surprise.

Young boss: “…”

“Okay, okay, I’m not joking with you anymore. I came this time to ask you about something,” White found a stool and sat down on his own, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and offered one to the other person.

White smoked, though he didn’t have much of a smoking habit and could go days without smoking.

“What do you want to ask about?” Taking a short favor, the boss couldn’t put on a bad face for White anymore.

Despising him, this was also an old smoker. He had run to several stores and finally bought this special supply Changbai Mountain Charm at a high price from a cigarette-selling boss, and it wasn’t just for show.

Organizing his language, White looked at the other person and said: “It’s like this. I want to ask you, where can I get armor made?”

“What the hell?”

The young boss in the military supply store looked at White as if he were an alien, his brain not quite turning around.

“Cough cough, I mean armor, the kind of ancient armor used on the battlefield, do you know where I can buy it?” White said frankly.

“No, I’m telling you, buddy, are you trying to play some game? There should be stuff online, right?” the boss said helplessly.

Waving his hand, White explained: “Not those random knockoffs online. What would I do with those useless things? I need real armor, battle armor, the kind that can be worn on the body with defensive capabilities, preferably pure metal forged iron or steel armor. Do you have any connections?”

“No, I’m telling you, what exactly do you want to do?” the boss stared at White extremely helplessly.

White’s eyes lit up, thinking to himself that there was a way in!

Lighting a cigarette for himself, he took a deep drag and said very seriously: “I’m preparing to build a cold weapon army to rule the universe, and this important mission starts with making armor, understand? Remember to keep it secret for me…”

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Chapter 27: Bear Da

“You’re not going to heaven, are you…?”

The young boss looked at White with an expressionless face, his expression no different from looking at an idiot.

White fell silent for a moment, took another drag of his cigarette, and with an expression of revealing the truth, said: “Alright, I’ll tell you the truth. Actually, I’m planning to build an army to conquer other worlds, to ascend to the heavens and crush all the gods beneath my feet…!”

“Do you want me to call a car from the mental hospital for you?”

…

Why is it that when you tell the truth, no one believes you? What’s wrong with this world? Where has the trust between people gone?

“Don’t beat around the bush. Just tell me if you have any connections,” White looked at him as if to say, “It’s up to you.”

White wasn’t really running here to waste time chatting with him. Crafting metal armor didn’t actually require very high craftsmanship. You could probably find any metal processing factory and after tinkering around a bit, they could produce some rough products. The reason he wanted the other party to introduce him was simply to build some rapport.

First time meeting, second time familiar. In the future, he’d probably still need this guy to get his hands on the really good stuff.

The two stared at each other for over a minute before the young boss was certain White wasn’t joking and really wanted to craft some metal armor.

With a face full of speechlessness, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets before finally finding a business card in a corner and handed it to White, saying: “Call the number on there and say Old Wolf introduced you. You can discuss the rest yourselves.”

White took the business card with a smile, not looking at the information on it immediately, but rather looking at the young boss with interest and said: “Tsk tsk, Old Wolf. Not bad, buddy. You’ve got quite the setup, like some kind of mafia organization.”

“If you have nothing else to say, please leave,” the young man who called himself Old Wolf pointed at the door.

White didn’t take offense. This guy had been giving him the cold shoulder from the start. As he walked toward the door, he turned back to Old Wolf and said: “Remember to ask them to give you a commission later.”

Old Wolf didn’t even look up. Commission? The so-called metal armor you’re crafting is just a few dozen pounds of iron sheets with some processing fees. How much could that cost?

“You’ll have your chance to cry later,” White left these words and went outside.

Leaning against his motorcycle, he finally started examining the business card in his hand.

At the top of the card was written “Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory,” in the middle was a name, “Bear Da,” below that was a phone number, and at the bottom was a business description: “Undertakes processing of various metal parts.”

“Bear Da? What kind of name is that? Don’t tell me you’re going to give me some kind of ‘Boonie Bears’ performance?”

While mentally complaining, White took out his phone and dialed the number on the card, never imagining that the call would be answered after just two rings.

“Hello, this is Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory,” a muffled voice came through the phone.

Was it just my imagination that a burly man was trying to lower his voice with a hint of anticipation in his tone?

“I just want to have you make something…”

“Absolutely no problem! Our Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory is fully equipped and can definitely meet all your requirements. As long as you visit our factory for a tour, you’ll definitely feel at ease entrusting us with the job!”

White held his phone, turned to look at the military supply store beside him, and seriously suspected he’d been tricked by that Old Wolf. The other party’s impatient tone sounded like he was trying to swindle him…

“I have your address here. We’ll talk when we meet,” leaving these words, White got on his motorcycle, searched for the route on his phone, and with the roar of the engine, sped away.

The Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory was in the suburbs, but the closer White got, the stronger his urge to turn back became. Not only was it getting more and more desolate, but the road surface was also becoming increasingly potholed, as if it had been through a war. When his patience was about to reach its limit, he finally arrived at his destination.

“Wow, you can’t judge a book by its cover or a sea by a bucket. The scale looks pretty impressive,” seeing the so-called Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory, White raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The factory area enclosed by walls covered no less than ten acres. The factory buildings looked like they hadn’t been built for long, but the deathly silence with not a soul in sight was puzzling. Had something swallowed up the sound of the machines?

From afar, White saw a burly man who looked like a bear pacing back and forth at the factory gate, occasionally looking up into the distance. When he saw White, the guy immediately ran over in a hurry.

Even White, who was used to seeing giants, felt an urge to run when he saw the approaching figure. The other man was probably two meters tall, wearing a black tank top and baggy pants that looked like they were about to burst from his muscles at any moment. Especially the aura emanating from him made White’s heart race with fear, like a Tyrannosaurus rex that could explode with anger at any moment.

“This guy wouldn’t be Bear Da, would he? You couldn’t tell him apart from the wild man over there if you threw him in a pile. Can such terrifying creatures really appear on Earth?”

White’s heart was racing. His motorcycle wasn’t turned off, ready to flee at any moment.

The burly man stopped five meters away from White very consciously, his fierce face trying to put on a smile, which looked extremely awkward.

“Are you Boss White? I’m Bear Da, the boss of Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory.”

So it really was Bear Da. White muttered to himself. With the mindset of someone used to seeing big guys, he quickly calmed down and asked the question he wanted to know, or else he would suffocate.

“That is… Boss Bear, don’t you have a younger brother named Bear Er?”

“I don’t have a younger brother named Bear Er. It’s just me in my family. I’ve been big since I was young, so they call me Bear Da.”

Alright then, if you were small, should they call you Bear Xiao?

“Boss Bear, your place here… seems a bit quiet…” White looked around and said.

Bear Da scratched his head honestly and said: “It’s because we’re not in production. But Boss White, don’t doubt our processing capabilities. As long as we have raw materials, I can make you aircraft and rocket parts!”

White wasn’t afraid of biting his tongue. He asked again: “Where are the other people in your factory?”

“Um… Currently, there’s only me in the factory… But Boss White, you absolutely must not doubt our processing capabilities here. We have all the equipment - laser cutters, shears, press brakes, CNC lathes, water jet cutters, stamping machines, and everything else you need. I can make any parts you want. As long as the funds are available, I can summon workers for production at any time. Why don’t you tour our factory first…”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop… Wait a minute. I just want to ask, can you make a set of metal armor that won’t impede movement when worn on someone of your build?” White quickly interrupted the other party’s endless chatter. Although the other party looked extremely unreliable, since it was Old Wolf who introduced him, White still held onto a glimmer of hope.

“Are you joking, Boss White?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

Bear Da fell silent, looking troubled. Finally, gritting his teeth and stomping his foot, he said: “Fine, I can do it. You want it made for someone of my build, right? Do you want chainmail or plate armor? Chainmail would be more troublesome. Making the armor plates is simple - you can cut them out one by one with a cutter. It’s just connecting them that’s a bit difficult. Plate armor would be simpler. With a good mold and a stamping machine, you can press it into shape in one go…”

White had no doubt that someone who could open such a large metal processing factory could process cold weapons and armor. At this moment, he looked at Bear Da strangely and interrupted him again: “Um, Boss Bear, can I ask presumptuously, is it that you don’t have any business here?”

Bear Da was hit hard. Apparently, he wasn’t good at lying either. His dark face actually turned red as he nodded.

“Can I ask why you don’t have any business? Such a big factory, so much equipment, it doesn’t make sense,” White added insult to injury!

“Um… Because customers get scared off when they see me. You’re the only one who wasn’t scared away. Um, the factory has been open for eight months, and we haven’t done a single job. All the equipment is brand new…” Bear Da actually answered honestly.

White thought to himself that you deserved to be stupid. With someone like you, you’re not cut out to be a boss, are you? They’ve managed to open such a big processing factory, and you can’t even hire a few salespeople?

Squinting his eyes, White stroked his chin as ideas began to form in his mind. Under Bear Da’s expectant gaze, he suddenly blurted out: “Do you know Old Wolf?”

As soon as these words came out, a dangerous aura suddenly appeared on Bear Da’s body. He didn’t speak, just looked at White.

Understood. These two have a special relationship, and they’re probably not good people!

No wonder. One runs a military supply store and treats customers with indifference, while the other runs a processing factory and can’t get a single job. These two aren’t cut out to be bosses. Birds of a feather flock together - that probably describes them!

“Boss Bear, can I ask presumptuously how much it cost to open this processing factory?”

“What do you mean?”

White changed the subject too quickly, and Bear Da didn’t quite react…

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Chapter 28: Forging Titanium Alloy Armor!

“Literally speaking…”

White smiled as he spoke, thinking to himself, Could this Bear Da be all brawn and no brains? He can’t even understand plain human speech?

Bear Da scratched his head. Although he didn’t understand why White was asking this question, he still answered, “The factory building, land, equipment, and everything else—all together, it cost about fifty million from start to finish…”

White’s expression stiffened. Forget it, let’s talk about something else.

He had originally thought it was just a metal processing factory, and seeing that the other party didn’t have much business, with money in his pocket, he would just buy it and play with it himself. But hearing fifty million, he decided to forget it for now—even selling himself now wouldn’t be enough to afford it.

Industry burns through money, White had witnessed it firsthand. But no matter how you looked at it, Bear Da didn’t seem like someone with fifty million…

“Then what, if I wanted to forge a set of metal armor based on your build, roughly how much would it cost?”

Bear Da thought to himself, You really want to make that thing? Looking at White, he said, “That depends on what material you want to use. Ordinary steel isn’t expensive. With processing fees included, I’ll charge you fifty thousand. How does that sound?”

“Fifty thousand?”

White’s eyes widened. So expensive? That’s enough to buy a minivan, right?

“Actually, it could be less. Boss White, don’t rush. Let me calculate for you. The material cost isn’t high, but the processing is troublesome. If you want chainmail, I’d need to link soft steel slices together to form armor plates. Chainmail made this way can reduce heavy impacts by more than half. The craftsmanship is very complicated. If you need plate armor, I’d need to make molds. While that saves time and effort, I can’t just let the mold go to waste after using it once without recovering the cost…” Bear Da explained.

Wow, quite professional, huh? White hadn’t expected there to be so many intricacies involved. So he tentatively said, “If, I mean if, you made it into plate armor, but it needs to be made of that… what was it called again? Oh right, titanium alloy. Use that to forge the armor for me. How much for a set?”

Bear Da’s eyes widened. What the hell? Using titanium alloy to forge armor? What’s the point? Although it would be impressive, there’s no use for it in today’s society, right?

But the customer is God. Bear Da pondered for a moment and said, “Titanium alloy is very difficult to process and very expensive. Titanium alloy sheets are currently priced at around four hundred yuan per kilogram. Based on my build, forging a set of armor would require at least fifty kilograms of titanium alloy…”

“Only twenty thousand? So cheap?” White interrupted in surprise.

Four hundred yuan per kilogram, fifty kilograms, that’s only twenty thousand yuan…

Bear Da was speechless. “Boss, you can’t calculate it like that. Everyone knows things made from titanium alloy are good—aviation and aerospace use that stuff. But do you know that the processing cost alone for making something from titanium alloy is more than ten times the material cost? Your plate armor is relatively simple. After making the mold, I can just use a stamping machine to form it. But if you want to process complex parts from titanium alloy, the processing cost alone can be dozens or even hundreds of times the material cost!”

Okay, White indicated that he didn’t understand these things at all. He impatiently waved his hand and said, “Just tell me how much it would cost to forge a set of plate armor from titanium alloy.”

“At least three hundred thousand per set, no less,” Bear Da quoted.

White held up his hand with five fingers spread: “Fifty thousand per set…”

Is there bargaining like this?

“Boss, you should go find someone else. Seriously, no one can do it for this price. And I guarantee that if you go to other processing factories, others would have to consider it even at five hundred thousand per set. The reason I can do it for three hundred thousand for you is, as you can see, I have no business. I’m just passing the time,” Bear Da shook his head.

“Don’t rush, let me finish. When I said fifty thousand per set, I didn’t mean I only want one set. You need to make me a hundred sets,” White said with a smile.

There were only about a hundred big guys in the village, and a hundred sets would be enough!

Bear Da’s eyes widened, and after swallowing, he still shook his head and said, “No, fifty thousand is too little. At least one hundred and fifty thousand. Less than that, go find someone else. At this price, you’ll absolutely get your money’s worth. Whether in performance or appearance, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied!”

White turned to leave. A five million order, and he’s afraid he can’t find someone to do it?

“Hey… Boss, wait, let’s discuss this again, discuss this again. One hundred thousand, eighty thousand… deal!”

Scumbags are just pretentious. White turned back and said, “Then it’s settled. How long will it take?”

“Hee hee, forging plate armor is very simple for me. As long as I make the corresponding mold parts, I can directly stamp-form them. I can get it done in three to five days. But, uh, Boss, don’t you need to pay a deposit and material fee first?” Bear Da looked at White somewhat embarrassedly.

“What’s your account number? I’ll transfer it to you. One million deposit. Remember, I want to see the goods in three days. Any problems?” White took out his phone, looking like he had money to burn.

“No problem. Leave it to me,” Bear Da patted his chest, making a loud thumping sound.

Transfer and leave. No contract was signed. There was no way—even if a contract was signed, it would be useless. If the other party breached the contract, would you sue them? Don’t be ridiculous. You’re forging a hundred sets of titanium alloy armor—what are you trying to do? You might even end up in jail yourself.

He wasn’t afraid the other party would go back on their word. This place was great—out in the wilderness, not a ghost in sight. If the other party dared to go back on their word, White could bring a dozen wild men over to deal with them, making them act like grandsons!

Other things could be brought, there’s no reason people couldn’t be brought over, right? Although he hadn’t tried it, if pushed to the limit, White would do anything!

A hundred sets of titanium alloy armor, five million. White still felt he was losing out. The material cost wasn’t actually high. A hundred sets would be at most a few dozen tons of titanium alloy, only tens of thousands of yuan. After the other party made the molds, forging them wouldn’t be simple? This was the efficiency of industry. But there was no way—he didn’t know how to do it himself, so he could only let others earn the money.

But his money was no different from windblown cash. If he lost a bit, he lost a bit. As long as the goods were good, it didn’t matter.

“Just wait. This crappy factory, with Bear Da’s appearance, will never get any business in this lifetime. It’ll sooner or later become mine,” White muttered through gritted teeth in his heart as he left.

But thinking about a group of wild men wearing titanium alloy armor, that was quite a sight too. By then, bringing a group of wild men in titanium alloy armor to explore the world outside the village shouldn’t be a problem, right?

The image of pointing at a group of people and shouting “Who else?” came rushing in, didn’t it?

Thinking of this, White stopped his motorcycle, took out his phone, and called Bear Da. After connecting, he said, “Boss Bear, I’ll add another million. You forge me a hundred titanium alloy knives for me, two meters long with straight backs. Any problems?”

As if there would be any problems. With the materials, forging simple knives was easy. Bear Da agreed without even thinking…

A hundred wild men in titanium alloy armor, each carrying a titanium alloy knife. Was that an iron torrent? White felt he could walk sideways in the jungle!

At the entrance of the Giant Bear Metal Processing Factory, Bear Da hung up the phone and let out a loud roar. Finally, he could start work! He edited a text message and sent it to more than a dozen people: “Come back to work!” (Just four words)

Then Bear Da thought for a moment and made a phone call. After connecting, he said, “Wolf Bro, I just received a six hundred million order. I’ll净赚at least three hundred million this time! What’s Fox’s phone number? Forget it, help me tell him to get me a few tons of titanium alloy. I want to minimize my costs! I need it ASAP. I have to deliver in three days. That’s it. I’m going to make the molds…”

In the city’s military supply store, Old Wolf hung up the phone, looking bewildered as he muttered to himself, “My commission…”

Old Wolf almost wanted to cry now. A casual one or two percent commission would be tens of thousands!

White, having settled everything, hurried back to the villa area. Just as he arrived at the door of the rented villa, an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion standing beside it smiled and stared at him.

“Hey, aren’t you that scammer? What are you doing at my door?” White pointed at the other person and asked.

The old man’s face immediately darkened, wanting nothing more than to beat White up.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the old man looked at White and smiled, “Young man, we meet again.”

“Hey, make way. You’re blocking my path. Let me say this first—if you fall down, I’m not giving you any money. There are surveillance cameras.”

White pointed at the cameras.

The old man’s face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot. You’re the scammer! Your whole family are scammers…

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Chapter 29: The Manipulative Bitch…

“Young man, could I have a word with you?”

The old man suppressed his anger as he looked at White and spoke.

“No.”

White’s two words nearly gave the old man internal injuries. He continued his combo attack, pointing at the security camera and saying, “Just say whatever you want to say here. I’m afraid if we go somewhere else, you’ll try to extort me…”

The old man trembled with rage, nearly cursing out loud. How could young people be so infuriating these days?

“Young man, my name is Liu Qingshan…”

“What do you actually want to say? I’m very busy,” White interrupted, waving his hand. What does your name being Liu Qingshan or Liu Heishan have to do with me?

Liu Qingshan frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said, “Young man, your name is White, right? I happened to learn that you have a certain type of wine…”

“Stop, wait a minute…” White interrupted again.

Under Liu Qingshan’s displeased gaze, White narrowed his eyes and said slowly, “I don’t care who you are, but I want to say that you investigated me?”

Liu Qingshan was startled, finally realizing he had committed a taboo!

He had indeed asked someone to investigate White. With certain people’s influence, he traced back to the source and found White after White’s mother took the hundred-fruit brew for testing.

The test data for the hundred-fruit brew was astonishing - a hundred or a thousand times better than any health wine, truly able to replenish vitality and improve constitution. This wine was too important to Liu Qingshan. After learning about it, he lost his composure and made the offensive move of asking someone to investigate White.

“White, listen to me. Investigating you was a last resort. I only wanted to trace the origin of that wine and ended up finding you…”

White didn’t care about Liu Qingshan’s explanation. He smiled and waved dismissively, interrupting, “You went through all this trouble just to get that wine, right? Am I correct?”

Since the other party had come to his door, avoiding the issue wasn’t an option. Why not be straightforward and deal with it directly?

White hated trouble. When trouble came, solving it immediately was better than dragging it out and causing a series of subsequent problems.

At this point, arguing with the other party about irrelevant details was meaningless. It would all come back to the hundred-fruit brew anyway. Those unnecessary details could be ignored.

Liu Qingshan was a bit thrown off by White’s unconventional approach. He nodded and said, “I do want that wine. It’s very important to me. To be honest, I’ve practiced martial arts since childhood, and now that I’m old, my vitality has severely declined. That wine can replenish vitality and nourish the bones. To me, it’s almost priceless - a treasure that can prolong life…”

That’s good. White’s eyes lit up. This old man couldn’t hide things in his heart!

“What you want that wine for is none of my business. You want it, and I happen to have it. We can make a deal. Since we’re not related, I won’t give it to you for free. Two conditions: first, one hundred thousand per hundred milliliters. Don’t try to bargain with me because it’s not available elsewhere. If I asked for a million, you’d have to accept it. Since I’m being kind and only charging you a hundred thousand, aren’t you grateful to me? Second, I don’t want anyone else coming to me or my family for this wine in the future. What does the old man think?”

White looked at the other party and held up two fingers.

Liu Qingshan lowered his head in silence, then sighed and said, “I can agree to the second condition right now - no one will come to you for this wine in the future. But I can’t accept the first condition because I don’t have the money.”

“If you didn’t have money, why didn’t you say so earlier? You’re wasting my time. Really, at your age, don’t you know that time is life? You have no concept of time. Then forget it. Please move aside and don’t block the way.”

White turned to leave. When he reached the old man’s side, he stopped and said, “Perhaps your identity and status aren’t simple, with connections that reach the heavens. You say you’re a martial artist, skilled in combat, able to scale walls and roofs - I don’t doubt that. But the conditions are there. If you can’t meet them, don’t bother me…”

After saying this, White entered the villa gate, closed the door, and walked away without looking back.

Liu Qingshan watched White’s back, fell silent for a moment, sighed, and turned to leave. He felt that White wasn’t concerned about the wine but about being investigated secretly, which was why he deliberately made things difficult.

He couldn’t resort to underhanded methods and could only go back to think of a solution.

The older generation of martial artists almost all emphasized practicing virtue before practicing martial arts. Without virtue, one’s heart is not right, and without clear thinking, one can only become an evil demon. In today’s environment, such people would be eliminated in seconds…

Using martial arts to break the law is forbidden, but that’s ancient times. Nowadays, even if your martial skills are high, it’s useless. Although Liu Qingshan is a martial artist, he doesn’t dare act recklessly. When faced with a gun, he’d have to kneel…

Still in that large villa, Liu Qingshan arrived with a furrowed brow. The old man from last time was still making tea.

“Met the person?” The tea-making old man asked without looking up.

Liu Qingshan sat down, picked up a cup of fragrant tea, and said, “I met him, Guotao. This time, our approach might have completely offended White.”

The tea-making old man’s name was Song Guotao. He used to appear frequently on Z Province TV. Hearing Liu Qingshan’s words, he stopped what he was doing and smiled, “Oh? Tell me what happened in detail.”

Song Guotao had seen all kinds of storms and could remain completely calm in the face of anything.

Liu Qingshan looked at him and began recounting his meeting with White.

After hearing Liu Qingshan’s account, Song Guotao pointed at him and laughed heartily, thoroughly amused.

“What are you laughing at?” Liu Qingshan didn’t understand.

“What am I laughing at? Isn’t it funny? Look at you, at your age, being played in circles by a young man. You’re really getting worse with age. I’m embarrassed for you,” Song Guotao was extremely amused.

Liu Qingshan looked at him in confusion.

Song Guotao said helplessly, “He already expected you would come looking for him. His first words about you trying to extort him were telling you that he remembers you. Understand? So the question is, why would you still appear before him? He’s not a woman that you’d go out of your way to approach? Anyone who isn’t stupid would know you must have a reason for appearing. Then with just two sentences, he got you to reveal everything…”

“I still don’t understand.”

“I can guarantee you’ve practiced martial arts so much that you’ve damaged your brain. When he said you were trying to extort him, he wanted to tell you to just say what you want directly without all the unnecessary stuff. When he learned you needed that wine and brought up money, he was waiting for you to give him money. He could take out a precious ginseng for auction just for money. Do you think he cares about that wine? It’s not an immortal elixir that can bring people back from the dead, yet he’s hiding it? These questions don’t even need investigation - just asking around a bit could find him, right? By deliberately emphasizing your investigation, he was clearly telling you that I’m cutting ties with you, don’t try to use our age difference to get a discount from me. Finally, he used you as a shield to block some unnecessary trouble for himself. Understand? Of course, in the end, he gave you a little benefit too,” Song Guotao explained rapidly.

Liu Qingshan was almost dumbfounded. After finally reacting, he said helplessly, “You people, where do you come up with so many twists and turns? Are all young people today as cunning as monkeys?”

The more Liu Qingshan spoke, the angrier he became, but the gloom in his eyes had disappeared.

“Are you blaming others for being stupid?” Song Guotao shrugged.

“You said he gave me a benefit? What benefit?”

“You’re hopeless. When he asked you to help block some trouble, wasn’t that equivalent to giving you priority to buy his good stuff? Isn’t that a good thing?” Song Guotao pointed at him.

“But I don’t have money…” Liu Qingshan was very depressed.

“I have money even if you don’t,” Song Guotao smiled like an old fox.

“What do you want to do?” Liu Qingshan asked warily. This old man was definitely up to no good.

“I want half.”

“Actually, you could ask him to sell it to you directly!”

“He wouldn’t sell it to me, and he wouldn’t sell it to you either. You promised to help block trouble.”

“Then why should I give you half?”

“Because you don’t have money!”

“…Fine.”

…

Back at the villa, White’s serious expression immediately disappeared. He hummed a tune while taking a shower. This damn weather was killing people.

What? You say he’s not angry about being investigated anymore? Don’t joke around. He’s not a celebrity afraid of paparazzi. He hasn’t done anything illegal or criminal, so why be afraid of being investigated? You’re investigating him openly, and he’ll cooperate fully…

“I wonder when that old man will send the money…”

He muttered to himself while enjoying the air conditioning under his blanket for a nap. He had no doubt about the old man’s desire for the hundred-fruit brew…

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Chapter 30: Earning Five Hundred Million Only to Lose Five Hundred Million

White was drifting off to sleep when an annoying ringtone woke him up. Without opening his eyes, he fumbled around his pillow for his phone, only to discover the sound wasn’t coming from it.

Throwing the phone aside and pulling the covers over his head, the ringing continued. He sat up in bed, grumbling, “Where’s that irritating noise coming from? Do people not get to sleep anymore?”

Getting out of bed and padding barefoot across the floor, he decided to track down the source of the disturbance.

When he reached the living room, he realized the ringing was coming from someone pressing the doorbell outside the villa. He pressed the video intercom button, yawning, “Who is it? It’s broad daylight—do you not let people sleep?”

Outside, Liu Qingshan said to Song Guotao, “See? What an asshole. It’s daytime and he still thinks he has the right to sleep.”

“Young people are like this—they’ve flipped day and night. My grandsons are pretty much the same. For them, the day only begins after dark.”

Song Guotao said with an expression that suggested he’d seen it all.

What could Liu Qingshan say? The world was changing too fast—he couldn’t keep up. Turning irritably to the intercom, he said, “Kid, I’ve come to give you money.”

Inside, White saw the video and thought, “Well, well, this old man really came. That’s only been about two hours.” But he didn’t open the door, saying in an annoyed tone, “Hey, who’s that next to you? If you’re coming, just come. What’s with bringing someone along?”

“Mr. Bai, Liu Qingshan is just a poor ghost. I’m here to pay for him,” Song Guotao said from outside, smiling.

That’s great—from the video, White could tell the other person was wealthy (though in reality, he couldn’t tell rich people from a hole in the ground). He opened the door to see two old men, one smiling and one looking displeased, standing at the entrance.

“Come in. No need to take off your shoes, and don’t expect me to pour you water—I don’t even have cups here,” White said as he walked inside.

Song Guotao looked around the spacious living room and said in amazement, “Mr. Bai, I’m very curious how lazy you are. There’s a layer of dust in this room, and you haven’t thought about cleaning it up? Even if you don’t want to do it yourself, you could at least call a cleaning service.”

White was busy with his own thoughts, patting the sofa and sending up a cloud of dust. Then he sat down in a posture reminiscent of Ge You, waving his hand and saying, “I’ve been busy, you know. I’m dealing with millions every minute—where would I find time for this?”

“That’s true,” Song Guotao said, nodding in agreement as he entered. He didn’t mind the dirty sofa and sat down with his back straight, smiling at White the whole time.

As for Liu Qingshan, he looked disgusted, refusing to sit and turning away from White, saying, “He’s paying me, and I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

Whoever you are, as long as you pay, White ignored Liu Qingshan completely and looked at Song Guotao. But this old man had such a strong presence that White’s lazy posture became uncomfortable under his smiling gaze, and he unconsciously sat up straight.

This is my house, right? Why do I feel like I’m the guest here?

While complaining inwardly, a fleeting feeling that this old man seemed somewhat familiar flashed through his mind. He got straight to the point, looking at the other person and asking, “So, how much do you want to buy?”

Song Guotao didn’t respond directly but asked White, “Don’t you recognize me?”

“Are you famous? Oh right, wait here for a moment…”

As he spoke, White had an idea. He said that and ran to the bedroom, grabbing his motorcycle keys and rushing downstairs. Under the puzzled gazes of the two old men, he rode off on his motorcycle in a hurry.

The two old men looked at each other in confusion. What was going on?

Not long after, White returned on his motorcycle, carrying a large bag. He put it on the coffee table, took out three bottles of mineral water, placed two on the table for the old men, and opened one for himself, drinking half of it in big gulps.

At least he has some manners, the two old men thought, though it was a bit early for that.

“Don’t throw away the bottles after you drink them. I’ll need to use them to bottle the wine for you later,” White said.

“…” Liu Qingshan was already numb to this, having seen it all before. Song Guotao’s eyelids were twitching—why did he feel an urge to beat up this young man?

I like the way you clearly dislike me but can’t do anything about it, White thought happily…

“Let’s begin. How much of that wine do you want? We want as much as you have.”

Song Guotao didn’t want to waste words with White and spoke directly. After finishing, he took out an old-fashioned cell phone and made a call: “Xiao Ma, send some porcelain bottles to unit 34.”

“Wow, you can tell at a glance this guy’s a rich tycoon. Wait a moment.”

White gave a thumbs-up compliment, got up, and rushed upstairs. Not long after, he brought down the jar containing the fruit wine.

When the two old men saw the jar in White’s arms, their eyes never left it. Their noses twitched slightly as they caught the faint aroma, their eyes gleaming green like hungry wolves!

The fruit wine in the jar had been divided—White had given half to Bai Jianjun earlier. White’s daily small sip was negligible, leaving over ten kilograms remaining.

“Time to get rich again!” Seeing the expressions of the two old men, White was secretly delighted. Humph, this stuff was practically unlimited—he had over ten jars in that room, he just couldn’t be bothered to bring them out.

He placed the jar on the coffee table, and before he could say anything, a young man with a commanding presence walked in from outside.

“Wearing a suit and tie in this heat without getting prickly heat? This guy must be Xiao Ma, the so-called bodyguard. Not bad, he looks pretty cool. I should get a few of these to follow me around and show off someday,” White muttered to himself.

The young man put down a box, slightly bowed to the two old men, and nodded before leaving without saying a word the entire time.

“Let’s begin,” White said with a pout, taking out a 100-milliliter measuring cup from the plastic bag he had brought back—he had specifically gone out to buy it…

“How do we know the wine in your jar is the same as what was sent for appraisal?”

This time, Liu Qingshan spoke up, naturally not giving White a good face.

“You might as well just say you don’t want to pay and stop wasting my time!”

White slapped the measuring cup on the coffee table and picked up the jar as if to take it upstairs.

“White, Mr. Bai, don’t mind this old bastard. Come on, let’s do it your way,” Song Guotao quickly smoothed things over, opening the box that Xiao Ma had delivered. Inside were rows of foot-long porcelain bottles—about ten of them. White didn’t understand these things but they looked very high-end.

“I don’t mind him,” Liu Qingshan said angrily, trembling…

Putting down the jar again, White removed the sealed leaves from the jar’s opening. Immediately, a refreshing wine aroma filled the air.

The two old men narrowed their eyes, their noses twitching in intoxicated delight, stretching their necks to look into the jar, practically drooling.

Just as White was about to dip the measuring cup into the jar, Song Guotao quickly stopped him: “Hey, have you washed this cup? Forget it, I’ll do it myself!”

Saying this, Song Guotao snatched the measuring cup from White’s hand, ran to the kitchen and washed it thoroughly, then took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully dried it. He placed it on the coffee table and personally picked up the wine jar to pour into the measuring cup.

The emerald green wine flowed down, and the refreshing aroma became even more intense.

“Hey, hey, that’s too much—at least 0.5 milliliters over the line!” White quickly stopped him as he saw the wine slightly exceeding the measuring cup’s mark.

“I might as well squeeze you to death!” Song Guotao said unhappily, but he stopped his action, pouring the 100 milliliters of fruit wine into a porcelain bottle, capping it, and then pouring again. After exactly five times, he filled one bottle and carefully placed it in the box.

“That’s 500 milliliters—500 million,” White reminded them from the side.

“Is it already 500 million?” Liu Qingshan stared wide-eyed at White, looking like he wanted to eat him.

“Wow, it sounds like I’m extorting people. Everyone can see—there’s even a camera over there,” White said with wide eyes, telling a bald-faced lie. Who puts cameras in their living room?

“Heh heh, no problem, no problem,” Song Guotao said with a smile as he continued measuring wine with the cup.

After working back and forth for half an hour, until not a drop remained in the jar, they had filled exactly nine porcelain bottles, with the tenth containing only 400 milliliters.

“Look, there are still 76 milliliters left in this measuring cup, right? That’s 76 million. The other nine bottles total 4,500 milliliters. Added together, that’s 45.76 million. Thank you for your business—please pay up,” White pointed to the wine remaining in the measuring cup that hadn’t been poured into the bottles, counting on his fingers. After finishing, he extended his hand.

Song Guotao moved neither too fast nor too slow, packing everything up, capping the bottles, arranging the porcelain bottles, closing the box, and looking at White: “You’re much better at robbing people than actual robbers. But have you considered what would happen if we don’t pay?”

“No problem. I’ll just go online and post that former provincial weishu secretary Song used his power to bully me, refusing to pay for goods. Then I’ll go cry at the city government—your son Mayor Song works there. I don’t believe you won’t pay,” White said fearlessly.

“You’re too hateful, kid. Pretending not to recognize me—since you know who I am and still won’t give me a discount? Fine, what’s your account number? I’ll have my daughter who does business abroad transfer it to you,” Song Guotao said, pointing at White in utter disbelief.

After providing his account number, Song Guotao called immediately to have the money transferred. After a few words, the call ended. Only when White’s phone received a notification of the deposit did Song Guotao humph and personally carry the box outside.

He didn’t want to stay another second…

“Slow down. Come find me after you finish drinking. Oh, friendly reminder: this stuff is very nourishing. It’s best not to exceed 30 milliliters per day—if anything happens, I won’t be responsible,” White said with a smile.

After the two old men left completely, White collapsed on the sofa and rolled around. He was rich! That stuff the wild man drank like water had just sold for nearly 500 million!

“Wait, I worked myself to death to get only 150 million from my dad. So I just gave him 500 million worth of fruit wine?” White was dumbfounded when he thought about it…

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UNTITLED

1. Chapter 1: Caught a Blade of Grass
2. Chapter 2: Doctor, I’m Sick!
3. Chapter 3: Good Stuff, Hehe…
4. Chapter 4: Preparation
5. Chapter 5: Exploration
6. Chapter 6: Shock
7. Chapter 7: Resolving the Crisis
8. Chapter 8: The Barbarian Tribe?

9. Chapter 9: The Matter of Treating Someone to a Meal

10. Chapter 10: Gestures in the Absence of a Common Language

11. Chapter 11: Must Be a Free Gift with Phone Top-Up!

12. Chapter 12: How Could I Possibly Be So Busy?

13. Chapter 13: Making a Presence

14. Chapter 14: Raising Affinity Again

15. Chapter 15: Learning ‘Foreign Languages’ is Important

16. Chapter 16: The Unreliable Father
17. Chapter 17: ‘The Golden House’
18. Chapter 18: The Test Results Are Out
19. Chapter 19: Father and Son Business Talk
20. Chapter 20: The Midnight Transporter
21. Chapter 21: A Child’s Play Transaction
22. Chapter 22: What’s the Deal? Extortion?

23. Chapter 23: Number Three’s Suicidal Antics

24. Chapter 24: The Gorilla in Underwear!

25. Chapter 25: A Fleeting Moment

26. Chapter 26: Boss, I’m Back Again

27. Chapter 27: Bear Da

28. Chapter 28: Forging Titanium Alloy Armor!

29. Chapter 29: The Manipulative Bitch…

30. Chapter 30: Earning Five Hundred Million Only to Lose Five Hundred Million