Chapter 106: “Just now, you handed the authority to me.”

Chu Zu entered the door.

Before entering, he had also pulled Meng Yu'an.

Under the other's surprised gaze, with a slight force, he had also pulled him into the door.

Whether it was the exchange or the investment center, after a player entered, they would be separated and be alone in a vast and boundless space.

Only one person was allowed to exist behind this door.

He was sure that he had pulled Meng Yu'an in, but when the door closed, only he himself was left on the spot.

“Where is Meng Yu'an?”

Chu Zu asked the system in the sea of consciousness.

“I don’t know…”

The little yellow chicken was dumbfounded.

It had the authority to locate the protagonist, but the search came up all blank, as if such a person didn't exist at all.

But the cowlick little chicken kept sending reprimands.

“Can’t you follow your own plot and stop causing trouble for my host?!”

“We’re stuck!”

“Ahhh I want to complain! How come the underlying mechanism of the Financial Street is the same set of code as our system!!!”

The little yellow chicken immediately understood.

It left the angry cowlick little chicken on the side and first explained to the host.

“Host, you said last time that you didn’t want them to enter your sea of consciousness, so I drew a line of defense.”

“The line of defense has no functional role. It’s just to tell Teacher Guanfu and the others not to cross the border. It all depends on their self-awareness…”

“But don’t worry. If they really come over, I will definitely get angry and fight back. First, I will attack the cowlick little chicken on the other side!”

This line of defense was like the Maginot Line.

It looked strong, but it was actually very fragile.

It was mainly for decoration.

“More essentially, the seas of consciousness of the two specialists, ‘Regretful Character Correction’ and ‘Marginal Character Correction,’ have always been connected in this mission.”

The little yellow chicken said, “Only one consciousness is allowed to enter the door. You and Teacher Guanfu will definitely be stuck.”

It said coolly, “So Teacher Guanfu and the cowlick little chicken are now stuck.”

Chu Zu frowned without a trace.

His expression did not change, and he continued:

“This is not the first time a bug has occurred. There was a similar situation in King of All Kings before. The explanation was that the amber and the underlying code of the sea of consciousness were consistent.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

“The underlying code of the Financial Street and the sea of consciousness are also consistent?”

“I’m still analyzing.”

The little yellow chicken said, “The Financial Street has a nesting situation. The game center, the exchange, and the investment center are all nested one inside the other. Moving one will affect the other structures.”

It folded its wings and lowered its head:

“I’m sorry, Host. I can’t speed up… this, this is very easy to be considered a violation.”

“I’m also very worried about the cowlick little yellow chicken. Sigh, I’ll help if I can.”

This sentence was very pointed.

And it was also very much a cover-up.

Chu Zu knew that the little yellow chicken would upload the log after the mission was over, and its superior would check it, so it spoke very subtly.

It was probably a violation.

But it just so happened that Guanfu was stuck with a bug, and it took the opportunity to secretly extract the code.

Even if it was asked, it could explain that it was just concerned about its colleague.

But it couldn't explain too much.

If it really caused a big mess while extracting the code, it would definitely be punished.

So Chu Zu didn't say it directly either, that I pulled Guanfu in just to get a bug.

Of course he knew that apart from places like the game center, which had to accommodate multiple players, other places were very private just like the sea of consciousness.

The Financial Street and the correction system were too similar.

In addition to the previous bug in King of All Kings, Chu Zu could easily see some clues.

“No hurry. Take your time.”

Chu Zu said, “You have enough time.”

The little yellow chicken had been with Chu Zu for too long and immediately understood: you can take your time to extract.

If you can’t, I won’t leave.

I can always leave enough time.

The system nodded and continued to add fuel to the fire in its own log.

“You’re right. Teacher Guanfu is a very responsible teacher. We can’t just stand by and watch. Seeing him experience the same bug as we did before, I’m as heartbroken as you are!”

It said as it was quickly extracting the underlying code of the Financial Street.

“Your starting point is undoubtedly just, reasonable, and very forward-looking. Meng Yu'an is originally the protagonist of the main story. If he can learn some of the core secrets of the Financial Street, he will be even more inscrutable in the main story!”

Chu Zu also cooperated with its clumsy acting: “Mhm, you are a very empathetic little yellow chicken.”

With the little yellow chicken’s hard work, the situation in the door changed drastically in Chu Zu’s eyes.

When he had just entered, this space could be generally summarized as an elegant room in a gray tone.

In the center of the room was a sculpture of a tree nearly two meters tall.

The branches were made of bronze, and golden leaves hung from them, shimmering slightly under the light, moving without wind, and casting shadows of various shapes on the carpet.

The surrounding gray walls were decorated with four collages.

The collages were made of old stock certificates, bonds, handwritten contracts, and so on, and the patterns were in a spiral ascending shape.

At the side was a solid wood table with a monitor on it.

There was no host, just a monitor.

In a corner of the room, there was also a long, thin mirror.

The frame was made of dark wood, with exquisite carvings of grapevine patterns.

Chu Zu came to the mirror.

What was reflected in it was not Zu Qisheng, but a very small, beating black heart.

He was thinking about what this black heart meant.

As the little yellow chicken analyzed the space, everything changed.

In Chu Zu’s eyes, everything had become a variety of code.

The code was intertwined, becoming the cold, twisted, and unshakable bones, internal organs, and blood vessels of the Financial Street.

The mirror in front of him was an input box.

The black heart was also digitized, with a label: Everything Zu Qisheng sold.

What Zu Qisheng had sold was anxiety, cowardice, and his feelings for his younger brother.

It was actually a dark heart.

And it was still beating.

Chu Zu turned around.

The sculpture of the tree behind him had also turned into a connected public network.

Those leaves seemed to be a symbol of the players, and they were in a state of fanaticism.

There was no wind, but the leaves were desperately trying to leave the branches, but were controlled by the data code.

There were also leaves that had fallen on the carpet.

The code was a few lines more than the other leaves.

Before it was detached from the code, the few leaves had not moved at all.

It was only after they had fallen to the ground that they began to struggle.

Looking closer, you could also see the label.

The most conspicuous one was: Shen Yu.

Chu Zu watched quietly.

The system’s computing power could not strip the code structure of the Financial Street in a short period of time.

It simply contacted the cowlick little yellow chicken and, in the name of saving the host, requested that the other side also start computing.

The cowlick little yellow chicken reacted very quickly.

“Don’t think about dragging me into this! I knew it! You and your host are definitely up to some dog-shit idea!”

“I’m warning you not to mess around. My superior is a softie, but your superior is a cancer of the correction system! If it catches you, you’ll be seeing the mall!”

The little yellow chicken spit out two cold words from its little chicken beak: “Coward.”

The cowlick little yellow chicken: “?”

The cowlick little yellow chicken: “Are you fucking cursing at a chicken?!”

Guanfu grabbed the cowlick little yellow chicken.

This was the first time he had shown the agility that a feline should have.

He was simply not like the usual fat and ugly silver-shaded.

Guanfu was also very uncomfortable.

The surroundings were pitch black, and the space was not restricted, but he could not return to the sea of consciousness.

He had the cowlick little yellow chicken contact its superior, but the cowlick little yellow chicken said that it couldn’t.

It was stuck.

Apart from the Earth teacher’s side, it couldn’t contact anyone.

“Tell the Earth teacher everything about our situation.”

Guanfu pressed down on the cowlick little yellow chicken, his face almost pecked to pieces.

Fortunately, he was a British Shorthair silver-shaded, not a Munchkin.

His body proportions were normal.

After pressing down on the cowlick little yellow chicken, he could still move his cat head horizontally, trying to dodge the chicken beak’s attack.

“If he doesn’t leave that door, we will be stuck here forever.”

Guanfu said in a good-natured manner, “Didn’t you always say that the Earth teacher has a capable but malicious heart? If he is really capable and malicious, and now he wants to analyze the Financial Street, if you don’t help, we can’t leave.”

The cowlick little yellow chicken was even angrier: “Don’t think I can’t hear the eager tone in your voice. I’ve been with you for so long. As soon as you wiggle your butt, I know if you’re farting!”

It said, “He doesn’t want to analyze Financial Street. He wants to analyze the sea of consciousness! The sea of consciousness that is bound to the system!”

Guanfu gasped: “Is this something that can be said directly?”

“What? Being stuck means that even the system log can’t be uploaded. Even if I launch a cruel and inhumane cat-character humiliation on you here, you have no way to appeal!”

Guanfu’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Yes, yes, yes. This is the information. Tell the Earth teacher everything. I always feel that he just wants these things.”

The cowlick little yellow chicken felt really unlucky.

It had been a diligent chicken for many years and had never made a big mistake.

But in a mission that was written as "unpaid overtime" and read as a "promotion test," it had run into the little yellow chicken and its deadly host.

If it were just stirring up the plot with some evil techniques, then it could turn a blind eye.

After all, the person had not violated the rules.

The plot was going smoothly, and the readers had no objections.

But his current behavior was very high-risk.

And his host, who was always clamoring about "quitting after this job," had also gotten worked up.

Was the host on the other side really a virus?

Both the little chicken and the host who had come into contact with it had started to get dizzy and go crazy!

“Heh, you’ve cursed a thousand times, but you’re still helping.”

The little yellow chicken tutted, “He won’t be hung on the mall. It was originally his host’s bug. An excellent little chicken should immediately help its host to solve the bug.”

“You won’t be hung on the mall either.”

Chu Zu said.

The analysis was still going on.

With the participation of the cowlick little yellow chicken, the speed was much faster.

The room was also flashing back and forth between the real object and the code, which made one’s head spin.

Chu Zu sat in front of the monitor.

As soon as he sat down, a line of small words appeared on the monitor:

Dear creditor:

The Financial Street has currently entered a state of debt.

After calculation, it is unable to fulfill its existing debt obligations at this time.

In order to ensure the continued operation of the Financial Street and to avoid a state of bankruptcy, we hereby initiate the following negotiation request in the hope of reaching an optimal solution between the interests of both parties.

Chu Zu: “What is your plan?”

The words on the monitor refreshed.

Extend the repayment period.

Adjust the repayment amount.

Introduce third-party financing.

“What does third-party financing refer to?”

The words on the monitor were constantly refreshing.

Along with the system’s refreshing of the Financial Street, the text and the code were constantly flashing and alternating.

More players.

More lives.

More wealth.

The Financial Street sincerely negotiates with your esteemed party and is willing to provide transparent data on its current financial situation to assist in risk assessment and solution formulation.

Our common goal is to achieve the smooth repayment of the debt and to avoid the loss of interests of both parties caused by the bankruptcy of the Financial Street.

We hope that your esteemed party can give it positive consideration based on long-term cooperative interests.

Chu Zu: “Why not third-party investment?”

Monitor: The Financial Street cannot accept the player’s investment.

Garbled characters appeared on it.

At first, there was only one line.

Then, countless messy colors jumped crazily, and the entire screen was occupied by messy symbols.

The little yellow chicken: “Analysis complete—! Synchronized!!!”

What was synchronized?

There was no need to ask, because the moment the little yellow chicken’s voice sounded, the digital phenomenon disappeared, and everything returned to its physical form.

At the same time, many familiar things appeared in the room.

For example, the sofa, table, high-chair, open kitchen, and the snacks and drinks that the system had bought in Chu Zu’s sea of consciousness.

And the little yellow chicken standing on the table.

Chu Zu’s sea of consciousness had been synchronized with the administrator space of the Financial Street.

The cowlick little yellow chicken was still shouting at the little yellow chicken:

“Why are we still stuck? You dead chicken, you have no martial ethics!”

The little yellow chicken was immune to verbal attacks.

“Don’t worry. It will be fine after you leave. My host is seriously following the plot. You sacrifice a little. Just treat it as being locked in a small dark room.”

Chu Zu, as usual, wanted to touch the little yellow chicken’s head and persuade it to restrain itself a little, at least not to be so gloating in its tone.

Just as his finger touched actually, he didn’t touch it.

Chu Zu was still in the role of Zu Qisheng, wearing gloves a line of words appeared on the little yellow chicken’s head.

Similar to the description of the items on the Financial Street before.

The small black heart was what Zu Qisheng had sold.

The withered golden leaves on the carpet were Shen Yu.

The description of the little yellow chicken was three simple words.

Sidney.

The little yellow chicken didn’t realize that there were words on its head.

It still raised its head as before and rubbed against the host’s hand.

Then it realized that it was a gloved hand and complained:

“I just said it felt different.”

The little yellow chicken still remembered the host’s previous request and said:

“Because it’s synchronized with the sea of consciousness, what happens now will not be written into the main text of The Third Economic Law. You can rest assured and bold and add your own stuff. In the end, it’s fine as long as there is a second economic law that the plot needs!”

Under that name, even the shota voice sounded particularly familiar.

Chu Zu paused for a while and did not show any expression that was different from usual.

The Financial Street had not told the truth.

Of course, the creditor had the right to manage, because this was the operating rule of the Financial Street itself.

A bankrupt player would have his life recovered by the "creditor."

A bankrupt Financial Street would also have its management rights taken away by the creditor.

This was only reasonable.

And now, under the analysis of the two systems, the sea of consciousness and the Financial Street had been synchronized.

The authority was also synchronized.

Zu Qisheng’s management authority over the Financial Street was synchronized with Chu Zu’s management authority over the sea of consciousness.

Chu Zu got up and came to the mirror in the corner of the room again.

The mirror was in a state of disorder.

On it, a small black heart was shown for a moment, and then another blurry figure.

Under the administrator's authority, the label of the black heart was still: Everything Zu Qisheng sold.

The other figure, which could not be seen clearly, seemed to be labeled: Chu Zu.

This mirror should be reflecting the price paid.

“You come here.”

Chu Zu said to the system.

The little yellow chicken came bouncing over.

Chu Zu looked at the mirror again.

In the mirror, there were still only the alternating everything Zu Qisheng sold and Chu Zu.

There was nothing belonging to the little yellow chicken.

Chu Zu’s lips curled up slightly, as if he were smiling, but his shoulders drooped, as if he were relieved.

The little yellow chicken flapped onto his shoulder: “What’s wrong?”

Chu Zu said: “Can you delete the log here?”

The little yellow chicken: “The application will be directly sent to the superior.”

“You try it. Just say you made a mistake.”

“…Okay.”

The little yellow chicken wasn't sure which part the host wanted to delete and asked.

Chu Zu said: “Guanfu’s system said that they are stuck now and can’t even upload the system log. You can just delete the part where you analyzed the sea of consciousness.”

The little yellow chicken thought about it.

It was originally a violation, and now it had to be deleted.

If it was really sent to the superior, it would be a typical case of trying to cover up.

But since the host had requested it, it still did as it was told.

The next second after confirming the deletion, a pop-up window appeared in front of Chu Zu.

The little yellow chicken’s mouth was agape, in complete shock and astonishment: “How… how…”

Then it watched as Chu Zu clicked through without any hesitation.

Chu Zu said: “Before, in King of All Kings, did your superior say that my authority is very high, above its?”

The little yellow chicken was still in a daze and subconsciously nodded.

“The time in all the novels is non-linear. There is no past, present, or future. So even though Silent Peach and Plum is between Neon Crown and King of All Kings, they are still novels of the same period.”

Chu Zu said, “And I got the authority in The Third Economic Law. Just now, you handed the authority to me.”

“How did I…”

The little yellow chicken also figured it out, “Because big Zu is the creditor! After the common ground… you also became the administrator!”

The system froze on the spot.

Its first reaction was that it had caused a big mess.

Then it felt incredulous.

How could a host use the underlying code of a novel, and through various roundabout ways, plus the information accumulated in the previous novels make himself an administrator?!

The little yellow chicken’s heart was about to fly out of its chest.

What would happen if the host became an administrator?

He would have no restrictions.

The rules he had set would be completely invalid for him.

He would not be supervised, because he was the one who approved it.

The report impeaching his actions would be handled by himself.

What was even more incredible was that the system still had no intention of contacting its superior at this moment.

If it had been that it had not reported the hand-made nuclear bomb last time because it had been distracted by Nilia, then there was no other interference now.

It could clearly recognize the possible impact of the host, and judge it according to the regulations.

Even if the report would be directly sent to the host, it could still contact its superior through its designated channels.

The superior would conduct an emergency investigation and use his own channels to contact a higher authority for handling.

The little yellow chicken didn't know what was wrong with it.

It didn't want to do the right thing at all.

It just felt that it should help the host why?

But Chu Zu picked it up and held it in his arms.

His movements were very gentle and careful.

“Thank you. I have no more personal stuff to add. I’m done.”

He said in a gentle voice, “Thank you very much. Have I never thanked you before?”

The little yellow chicken’s soul was about to fly away.

It stammered: “N-no need to thank me… I-I’m your best little yellow chicken!”

Chu Zu shook his head: “I think you’re more like family.”

System: “...”

System: “Why don’t you find something to do? I can’t take it anymore. I want to cry secretly.”

Chu Zu: “Can you help me sort out the code for the Financial Street management room while you’re crying? I’ll write it in my diary.”

System: “...”

It breathed a sigh of relief.

It felt that the host's emotional state before was not like the host.

It was better now.

It was still its host!

“Okay.”

It said, “I’m getting better and better at doing bad things now.”

Chu Zu sat back down in front of the monitor.

He no longer engaged in any discussion.

The administrator had the right to give orders and had the absolute upper hand in a seemingly fair transaction.

“I do not accept any negotiation requests. Before you have paid off your debts, you have no right to negotiate terms with me.”

Chu Zu said, “This is not a transaction. All the instructions I give cannot be offset by property.”

“You are already bankrupt. If you are still the dealer at the game table, it is only because I hope you will still sit in your position and do things for me.”

The screen did not show an answer for a long time.

After a short while, a line of answer refreshed on the monitor.

Please tell me your instructions.

***

This was the first tremor of the Financial Street.

Wealth had created an unequal servitude.

The beneficiaries of the rules would not always be the same.

Zu Qisheng knew he could leave, but he did not.

He was clear that he was not the founder of the rules.

His advantage lay in his ability to use the rules, to revise and perfect the rules, not to break the rules.

What did it mean to break the rules?

For example, to try to get back what was sold from the exchange.

This broke the essence of the transaction and directly destroyed the foundation of Financial Street’s existence.

Even the administrator could not do this.

And if he tried to use the Financial Street’s debts to offset and rebuild a transaction, to have Zu Qisheng buy back what he had sold, he would lose most of his creditor’s rights.

The Financial Street could use the bankruptcy of most of the players to make up for its liabilities, and thus regain its management rights.

Zu Qisheng was also very surprised.

The things he had sold back then were actually still appreciating in value, and the price had doubled.

The exchange had not maliciously extorted him.

It was only because the black heart had been away from his body for too long.

It had become smaller and smaller, and less and less.

Zu Qisheng had originally thought it would depreciate, because the bewilderment he felt was real.

His heart was constantly collapsing.

But the fact was not like that.

He had only become concerned because of the loss, but the things he had lost were gradually disappearing.

Perhaps, what he wanted to salvage was not his feelings for his younger brother, but the self who loved his younger brother.

So Zu Qisheng would not break the rules.

Breaking the rules was destroying the existing advantages.

He had not yet found a solution, but he believed he could find a solution.

After all, this was the Financial Street, a place where all wishes could be realized with wealth and assets.

The only thing that could be certain was that at this moment, the Financial Street, with The Second Economic Law as a starting point, was no longer just, no longer constant.

Under the new ecosystem, every moment was a carnival, and every player could light the fireworks of the celebration.

The player chosen by the players was not a liberator.

He had sold everything that belonged to him long ago.

He hoped that the black heart would beat forever, and that one day, before it was completely annihilated, it would return to its master’s chest.

When Zu Qisheng came out of the door, Meng Yu'an was standing next to him, his face pale.

He stood very tall, but the originally brilliant golden mountain of corpses showed a sense of decline.

The sunlight in the sky was still there, brilliant and pure.

When the light descended, it began to decay and sink.

Zu Qisheng looked from a great distance and, among the players who were gathered around the mountain of corpses below, he found a pair of scarlet eyes that were similar to his own, yet completely different.

They looked at each other from afar.

The refined and decent young man had a smile on his face, like a mask that had long since grown into his flesh.

His concentration even seemed horrifying.

The creditor of the Financial Street did not say a word.

With The Second Economic Law, he issued the first inquiry to all the players.

Was it gold that was framed with blood, or was it blood that was poured on gold?

The game of Financial Street had officially begun.

The Third Economic Law.

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