Chapter 101: “Every time I start to think about you, I get very bewildered.”

Guanfu had been "enforcing the law across borders" in the game recently.

He didn't know what "One Punch Explodes the Earth" teacher was thinking.

Zu Qisheng had easily changed many things.

The most obvious was that the players were more "rational."

They would really think about their current state, and whether they were suitable for life after leaving the Financial Street.

So, although the number of players who firmly believed they could leave was still a minority, their style was much more restrained than before.

Guanfu's cowlick little chicken said that this was because Zu Qisheng was bringing the order of the Financial Street closer to the real world.

There were too many differences between this place and the real world.

What could not be ignored was that the social order of the real world would not push people to their limits, such as to the point where they would have no choice but to die if they didn't go to the exchange to sell themselves.

Zu Qisheng had received "help" from many parties.

He had learned from them and was also promoting the concept of "help" on the Financial Street.

But it was not that simple.

Guanfu and the cowlick little chicken both didn't know the fundamental purpose of the Earth teacher doing this.

But the cowlick little chicken said that it had already severely warned the little chicken on the other side.

With its extraordinary deterrent power, the little chicken on the other side would definitely attach great importance to their needs and give timely feedback to the Earth teacher.

Guanfu believed him and sighed: “Wow, as expected of Brother Dai. So you're not just a sprayer little chicken, but a respected sprayer little chicken!”

The cowlick little chicken was very puzzled.

How could the host praise and insult at the same time?

It pecked at his cat's head wildly: “Cut the crap and do your job!”

So, Guanfu continued to do what he should do.

Putting aside his past identity as a detective, Meng Yu'an was essentially an agent of the Ninth Division of Special Cases.

He had to collect all the information here with his colleagues and find a chance to transmit it.

The structure of the Financial Street was nothing more than a few large blocks: the game center, the investment center, and the exchange.

Meng Yu'an's colleague was very reliable.

He seemed to have been a civilian employee before and was able to record the content that Meng Yu'an had searched for in a concise and accurate written statement.

But after reading his colleague's record, Guanfu had a subtle feeling.

“How come I feel like this is very similar to our model?”

Playing games in the game center was equivalent to taking on commissions and doing work as usual, and getting credit points according to the commission evaluation.

But if you really wanted to make a big score, you had to, like the Earth teacher, use other methods to increase the stakes, create a star specialist, and let the author "invest."

They also had a mall where they could sell a lot of things, and they could even hang the system up for sale.

The cowlick little yellow chicken protested sharply:

“Human rights! What we value the most is human rights! The most serious violation of the bastard who harmed ‘Regretful Character Correction’ was not the economic loss, but human rights! Where are the human rights on the Financial Street!”

Guanfu was pecked by the little chicken's beak and meowed.

He had to do a kidney flip and hold the cowlick little yellow chicken in his mouth to be free from its suffering.

Guanfu still felt that it was very similar.

At the same time, he also felt that since he thought so, according to the order of intelligence, the Earth teacher should also have this feeling.

But this was nothing to care about.

It wasn't the first time their company had "shared creativity."

They even dared to rub shoulders with dosney.

Guanfu quickly put this matter to the back of his mind, continued to investigate the Financial Street, and forced a draw during the game to reduce the probability of some players going bankrupt.

He also experienced the joy of Zu Qian.

"Master Wang" was really good!

As long as he kept his actions on the edge of personal injury, he could forcefully control the situation without being fined!

It was just that his colleague from the Ninth Division of Special Cases looked at him strangely.

After hesitating again and again, he advised him to turn himself in.

He said that the Ninth Division of Special Cases was not a lawless place.

If he had a history of illegal interrogation, it was better to confess on his own initiative.

Meng Yu'an explained for a long time that beating people without causing injury was a talent, not something he had practiced from illegal interrogation.

He also wanted to write this talent into the setting collection, but was sprayed again by the cowlick little yellow chicken.

The cowlick little yellow chicken said in a soft voice:

“If you dare to write it, I’ll let you experience what it’s like to be beaten without being injured.”

The little yellow chicken of the Earth teacher came to him at this time and said that they needed a heaven-sent justice.

The little yellow chicken only said the time and place, and what would generally happen, without any more specific plot.

Guanfu immediately wanted to communicate with the Earth teacher.

He was quite happy.

Although the Earth teacher had meant that they should go their separate ways, if they could work together, he could also learn a lot.

The little yellow chicken directly refused the connection of the sea of consciousness.

“My host doesn't want any creature other than me to enter his sea of consciousness.”

The little yellow chicken raised its chin so high that it was almost in the sky.

Every word of its shota voice was full of showing off.

It was just short of pointing at the cowlick of the cowlick little yellow chicken and saying, "My host is the best in the world to me."

The cowlick little yellow chicken sneered: “He’s not even willing to give you a name, tell it, host, what’s my name!”

Guanfu: “...Be more mature, Brother Dai.”

The cowlick little yellow chicken raised its chin at the little yellow chicken: “Did you hear that?”

The little yellow chicken sighed: “Sigh, you don’t understand. My host never distinguishes between you and me. He always says ‘we’.”

Guanfu: “...”

The cowlick little yellow chicken: “...Host, if you’re jealous of the system on the other side, I’m really going to get angry.”

The little yellow chicken spent ten minutes explaining the situation, another half an hour showing off, and then ran off with satisfaction.

Guanfu had originally planned to go to the "heaven-sent justice" on time, but as luck would have it, the civilian colleague who had advised him to turn himself in had lost several games in a row and did not have enough funds.

The colleague wanted to take this opportunity to go to the exchange to find out the truth.

The colleague was not the main character.

Guanfu couldn't know his arrangements in advance.

By the time Guanfu knew, he immediately had the cowlick little yellow chicken look for him.

Before, Zu Qisheng had told Meng Yu'an that if he wanted to leave, he should absolutely not touch the exchange.

He had actually made it in time.

He had reverse-locked his colleague's bracelet and had sternly warned him not to touch the exchange for now.

He had also transferred him a sum of money as a game deposit.

After this was settled, it was already past the time he had agreed with the Earth teacher.

Guanfu rushed to Zu Qisheng’s residence as if he were rushing to a scene.

“Is it logical for me to rush over so eagerly now?”

He didn't forget to confirm with the cowlick little yellow chicken.

The cowlick little yellow chicken:

“It’s logical. Your colleague was going to the exchange for a transaction. At this time, you remembered what Zu Qisheng had said. Now you feel a sense of fear and want to go to him directly to find out about the dangers of the exchange.”

It urged, “You run faster. Over there it’s about to get tense.”

***

Zu Qisheng had taken back all the public funds in Yu Yan’s hands and had given him a rare day off.

Yu Yan had nowhere to go.

He usually lived here.

A day off sounded very free, but it was just being able to temporarily put down his work and stay in his room.

“Little Zu has been back for a long time. He hasn’t come out of the bedroom.”

Yu Yan said.

“Mhm.”

Under the indoor lights, Zu Qisheng sat firmly on the sofa, looking at the market analysis in his hand.

The boss was even busier than before.

Yu Yan prided himself on having come into contact with a part of the boss’s industry, but he still didn’t understand what he was doing, or what he wanted to do.

But he really hadn’t asked about little Zu for a long time.

Yu Yan didn't agree with the gossip on the internet.

Everyone on the Financial Street had a broken brain, and they had to weigh the pros and cons in everything they did.

Which normal person would consider these things in a family relationship?

Yu Yan then thought of the two old ancestors in his own family.

They also often quarreled.

Before he went to college, they would argue at home every day over trivial matters.

His mom would accuse his dad of being a good-for-nothing and having no sense of responsibility to the family.

His dad would say that his mom knew nothing.

What did she mean he didn’t take care of the convenience store?

He was the one who did all the purchasing and delivery.

His mom was just in charge of collecting the money.

She was so capable.

In the end, they would turn the spearhead on Yu Yan.

They would say that their parents were working so hard for him, to provide for his education, and to make sure he had enough to eat and drink.

If it weren't for him, they would have divorced long ago and gone their separate ways.

How could a son be so indifferent when his parents were arguing?

Yu Yan still remembered what he had said at that time, then you should get a divorce.

If there's no love, then get a divorce.

Don't bring me into it.

Yu Yan knew that there was no so-called love between his parents anymore.

To talk about this in the midst of daily necessities felt out of place.

But no love didn't necessarily mean they had to separate.

What's more, it wasn't that there was really no love.

He also always felt that his boss was not without feelings.

You couldn't ask a player to have both a heart as strong as a stubborn stone and a heart that could become soft at a specific time.

This was Financial Street.

At this time, Zu Qisheng raised his head.

Yu Yan had completely remembered the boss's appearance.

Although he had no feelings about it, it should be a textbook example of good-looking.

Just a verbal description could be used as a plastic surgery template.

“Go back to your room and lock the door. Don’t come out no matter what you hear.”

Zu Qisheng said.

Yu Yan: “Are you going to talk to him?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, alright.”

Yu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

He had long felt that these two brothers should have a serious talk.

They couldn’t just keep ignoring each other.

What was this?

“If there’s anything I can help with, just call me.”

Yu Yan emphasized again before he entered the room, “Remember to call me, boss. I’m a night owl now. I can’t sleep at all. I’ll come out as soon as you call.”

Zu Qisheng nodded.

After Yu Yan entered the room, Zu Qisheng went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a full glass of whiskey.

This bottle of wine had been secretly opened and drunk by Zu Qian a few months ago.

After Yu Yan came, he had curbed the bad trend.

Now, after pouring a glass, there was only a little left at the bottom.

Zu Qisheng never drank.

Alcohol could paralyze the nerves, and there were too many decisions to be made in life.

He took a small sip.

The malt aroma had a hint of fruit sweetness.

If you could get used to the strong smell of alcohol, this might be a decent drink.

Holding the glass of wine, Zu Qisheng directly pushed open the door to Zu Qian’s room.

The room was not lit.

Zu Qian had installed a projector in his room, and the four walls were looping images.

He had turned the wide and cold room into the cramped one-bedroom apartment they had lived in before they came to the Financial Street.

The one-bedroom apartment had a much more homey atmosphere than the current big house.

Apart from the bed against the wall, the most important thing in the room was the small table in the center.

The two brothers would usually sit cross-legged at the table and do their homework.

Occasionally, there would be scattered candies and chocolates, which were gifts from Zu Qisheng’s classmates.

The breakfast shop owner would sell them the steamed buns that were not sold that day at a cheap price, wrapped in a plastic bag, as their breakfast for the next day.

Zu Qian was easily hungry.

He would often pester Zu Qisheng, saying that he was just getting an advance.

If he ate the steamed bun at night, he wouldn't eat in the morning.

What was the taste of poverty?

For the Zu Qisheng of that time, poverty was the small bed that the brothers squeezed into, the mottled walls with moss growing on them, and the chilblains that burst with blood on their feet in winter.

The coughing sound from upstairs in the middle of the night seemed to be ringing right in his ear.

He had no time to care.

He was thinking about how to get money to buy a school uniform for Zu Qian.

Poverty was not being unable to survive, but just making it difficult to breathe.

They had sold their childhood in a certain place, and then they had struggled to grow up.

The first thing they had learned was not to pray, but to abandon shame and to treat the hard and cold steamed buns as the most delicious food.

One day, one day, and another day.

Zu Qisheng did not reject his past life, just as he did not pursue his current environment.

He had somewhat forgotten why he had bought such a spacious house after he had some money.

Was it to prove something, or to make up for something?

But the "past" that Zu Qian had created was not exactly the same.

What was on the table was not candies, chocolates, and steamed buns.

A cigarette box was casually thrown at the leg of the table, and a T-shirt that was not folded was draped on the table, a T-shirt he had snatched from Yu Yan’s closet.

Zu Qian was wearing a very large white T-shirt as pajamas.

It was loose and soft.

He was sitting cross-legged at the table with bare feet.

Seeing someone come in, he subconsciously bent down to pick up the cigarette box at his feet.

His movement was stuck in the middle, and his whole body went soft.

He hunched over and sat back down.

He hadn't expected Zu Qisheng to suddenly look for him, and with a glass of wine in his hand.

Just as he also wouldn't have expected, the first thing his brother would say after a long time of no communication would be.

“Do you remember what happened before we came to the Financial Street?”

Zu Qian: “I remember.”

“I want to know which one left the deepest impression on you.”

Zu Qisheng sat in front of him.

The well-dressed man was sitting in a pose that did not match his identity, but it was very smooth and natural.

Just like before.

***

What left the deepest impression on Zu Qian was a "crime."

After school, he was walking home with his schoolbag on his back.

The place they lived was a bit far from the school, and there was an open park in between.

In front of him were his classmates, with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Zu Qian didn't want to walk too fast and run into them.

His classmates always liked to come up to him and ask him how he was doing.

Their eyes, expressions, and language were all very condescending.

Although his brother had said that there was no condescension, and that it was the kindness of a normal person towards a pitiful person, Zu Qian just didn't like it.

He lingered in the park for a while.

The sun was shining brightly after school.

He fell asleep as he was sitting on the grass.

Zu Qian was woken up by a fragrance.

The night market in the park had opened, and the smell of various foods mixed together, making his mouth water.

Zu Qian followed the smell and found a small stall.

He had no money in his pocket.

Looking at the hot sausages on the dark pebbles, his mind went blank.

They looked so fragrant.

They smelled so fragrant.

They were still sizzling with oil.

The boss showed a smile and asked him in a gentle voice what he wanted.

He subconsciously pointed at the sausages.

The boss asked him how many he wanted, and he said two.

After getting the two sausages, Zu Qian remembered that he had no money.

He should have said sorry and then returned the sausages.

His brother would have taught him to do so if he were there.

But Zu Qian took the sausages and ran.

The boss was on the other side of the stall.

He probably hadn't expected that a child who looked so beautiful would actually eat and run.

He only chased after him after he had reacted.

Zu Qian could have run away.

His motor skills had always been excellent, and he was small.

He was very agile as he darted around the park.

But his brother had caught him.

Zu Qisheng looked very anxious.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after he saw him.

His brother had said that he had looked for him for a long time after he hadn't come home.

After he finished speaking, he saw the things in his hand and asked: “Where did you get the money?”

Zu Qian said anxiously: “Can’t you ask me at home? Hey…”

The boss also caught up, looking fierce.

Zu Qisheng took him back to the boss’s stall and apologized for a long time.

Zu Qian was on the side, sheepish and still unconvinced.

In the end, the boss didn’t make things difficult for them.

The sausages were skewered and seasoned.

They couldn’t be sold, so he simply gave them to the two of them.

He also wrapped two more boiled corns for Zu Qisheng.

“If you’re hungry, you can just tell me directly. You’re still young. Don’t get into bad habits.”

Zu Qisheng expressed his thanks and took Zu Qian home.

“Don’t run around. I’m serious. Although your brain is not good, your face is like mine.”

Zu Qisheng said.

“If you hadn’t gotten in the way, I could have run away.”

Zu Qian was still emphasizing.

His brother stuffed both cold sausages into his mouth.

“Shut up. Next time, I’ll grill your brain on the grill too.”

“Listen, don’t make a mistake over such a small thing. It’s not worth it. It’s just consuming credit.”

Zu Qian was still stubborn and argued illogically: “Don’t look down on small things. If you don’t do the small things you can do, that’s a waste!”

His brother then stuffed the still-hot corn into his mouth.

The corn was big enough to fill Zu Qian’s mouth, so that he could no longer argue.

“If you had robbed a bank today, I would have helped you run. We would have run together. That’s the difference. Do you understand?”

Zu Qian didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop him from gnawing on the corn.

This topic ended here.

It had always been like this between them.

Zu Qisheng would say things he didn’t understand, and he would eat and drink as he should.

Asking questions would make him look like a fool.

Just like how he would get angry as soon as Zu Qisheng brought up the topic of bedwetting, Zu Qian was also very concerned about his face.

His brother should be the type to do big things without a sound, and he had a strong sense of morality and law.

It wasn't because he was a defender, but because it was convenient and flexible to use.

Then Zu Qian would just follow him.

What else could he do?

Could he really press his own brain on the grill and sizzle?

“The sausage was pretty bad. The casing was broken and it wasn’t flavorful. The corn was not bad, but it got stuck in my teeth.”

Zu Qian said, “I remember this.”

Zu Qisheng: “I remember too, what did you feel at that time?”

Zu Qian became a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know why he was so repulsed by this question: “Are you crazy?”

Zu Qisheng didn’t say anything, just waited for him to answer.

“Don’t argue with me about these things. If you have something to say, just say it. Ask, ask, ask. What do you need to ask me about? Haven’t you always been the one to make the decisions?”

Zu Qian became more and more annoyed as he spoke, “It’s as if what I feel is very important. When have you ever cared about what I feel?”

Zu Qisheng took a sip of wine.

He tasted it twice and judged that whiskey was not for him.

So he moved the clothes on the table, placed the glass lightly on the table, and the ice cubes hit the side of the glass with a crisp sound.

“Indeed.”

He said, “I don’t care.”

“You get out now. I won’t do anything.”

Zu Qian said fiercely.

“I don’t care, but I want to know, to see if I can use it as a reference.”

Zu Qisheng said faintly, “We all need something to use as a reference, just like how you can’t control your strength when you make a move on me.”

“Because you sold your fear. Even if I die, strangled by your own hands, you won’t be afraid, nor will you feel guilty.”

“I–”

“You will only be bewildered. You are very bewildered about all the feelings that require a feedback of fear and self-blame. You don't have to refute. I have also sold some things. I am very clear.”

Zu Qian’s intuition told him that he shouldn’t listen.

He would be even angrier.

He was losing control of his emotions more and more.

The things that were not serious in the past were snowballing, and his brother’s words would nail him to the spot, leaving him to only watch as he was flattened.

Of course, Zu Qisheng didn’t care.

As he said, he didn’t care about his younger brother’s feelings at all.

“Every time I start to think about you, I get very bewildered.”

He said honestly, “Actually, this is also another kind of feedback method. We both know what we have sold. It’s just like filling in the blanks. When we are bewildered, we can know what kind of emotion is at play.”

“But little Zu, recently, the number of times I’ve been bewildered has increased. It has already affected my life.”

Zu Qian heard him say:

“The things I sold were just a few: anxiety, cowardice, and my feelings for you.”

“It was very valuable, even more valuable than I had imagined. Do you know the rules of the exchange? They talk about scarcity. The scarcer the thing, the higher the price. So actually, I’m not as easy to get anxious as I had imagined, nor will I be easily scared.”

“I actually don’t like you as much as I thought.”

Zu Qian’s face changed after he heard this.

He almost had to pinch his own leg to sit still.

He said in a slightly trembling voice: “What did you sell?”

Zu Qisheng repeated good-naturedly: “Anxiety, cowardice, and my feelings for you.”

The color drained from Zu Qian’s face.

He was bewildered.

A huge bewilderment was about to swallow him.

Should he choose a word to fill in the blank?

Zu Qian had only sold two things, one was fear, and the other was self-blame.

Which one should he choose to fill in?

Could it be that there were also multiple-choice questions in filling in the blanks?

“The exchange is very cunning.

It knows too well how to increase the value of things.”

“When you sell something you think is not important, you leave a gap. The gap cannot be filled, it will only get bigger.”

“Its scarcity has disappeared, but the demand for the individual has been raised to an infinite level. It is constantly reminding you that the things you didn't care about before were actually worthy of their price.”

Zu Qisheng sighed: “This is a hindrance, little Zu. When I can use logic to judge most things, things that do not belong to logic come to hinder me again.”

Zu Qian: “You mean, I’m hindering you?”

Zu Qisheng nodded without any pretense: “Your existence and the impact you have on me have already infinitely hindered me.”

“Say that again?”

This time, Zu Qisheng did not give in.

His finger tapped on the table:

“I’ll give you two choices, little Zu. You only have two choices.”

“One, kill me now. Of course, you will also go bankrupt and die.”

“Two, you don’t make a move, and I apply for arbitration on your loan.”

Zu Qian didn’t move at all, as if he hadn’t heard his words, or was still bewildered.

He was like the two sausages, even though the casing had been broken by the fierce fire, it still had no taste at all, and it was covered with artificially added seasonings.

Zu Qisheng suddenly remembered something and asked:

“So, do you now know the difference between buying things without paying and robbing a bank?”

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