It had rained for two consecutive days and Yun City was finally clear again.
With an unexpected deposit of 4 million yuan, Lu Yuan specifically told Liu Yuan to improve the meals.
Around noon, Liu Yuan went shopping at Yun City’s only two large supermarkets, but didn’t see Lu Yuan when she came back.
The little nurse showed off her cooking skills in the clinic's kitchen, busy for nearly two hours.
Stewed chicken cubes with potatoes, braised pork ribs, red cooked pork, sweet and sour fish, and spicy chicken, a table full of sumptuous dishes came out of the oven, but Lu Yuan still hadn’t returned.
Liu Yuan called him, but no one answered.
Just then, a customer came to the clinic lobby.
...
Lao Yao tugged at his own collar, habitually scanning the lobby.
The broken glass door of the lobby made Lao Yao look a few more times.
The lone ticket machine made Lao Yao ponder, as if trying to deduce the owner’s personality through it.
Nurse Liu Yuan came out from the end of the first floor corridor, and said to Lao Yao: "Sorry, Dr. Lu is not here now, if you need anything you can tell me first."
Lao Yao smiled and asked, "Is there only one doctor in this clinic?"
Liu Yuan blinked, "What do you want to ask?"
Lao Yao held his stomach and said, "My stomach hurts a little, I don't know if it's an internal medicine or surgery problem, so I just wanted to ask what department the doctors here are in?"
Liu Yuan took out a medical record book and handed it to Lao Yao, pointing to the ticket machine and said: "Take a number first, don't worry, whether you have abdominal pain, diarrhea, pulling your stomach, or late-stage terminal stomach cancer, Dr. Lu can take care of you."
Lao Yao: "..."
He went to take a number and asked, "Can you install mechanical prosthetics?"
The little nurse nodded: "It can be installed, but our fees are not cheap."
Lao Yao looked around the lobby again, "As long as you can install it, that’s fine."
"Well, sit for a while, or walk around, anyway Dr. Lu's clinic has at most one customer a day, no hurry."
"Only one person comes in a day?"
"Yeah, it's been like this for many years, there are few people in such a remote corner of Yun City, how many patients could there be?"
Seemingly feeling the little nurse's words made some sense, Lao Yao didn’t ask any more and just sat down in the rest area of the lobby.
...
At the same time, in the suburbs of Yun City, at an auto repair shop.
This was both a repair shop and Yun City's only used car market.
Yun City was so small that dealers unwilling to open stores here to sell new cars.
Of course, there were also safety factors. In this era where mutant beasts roamed everywhere, the more remote the place, the more dangerous.
Looking at the sedan he exchanged for 2,600 yuan in consultation fees, Lu Yuan said to the sleepy-looking, red-haired and vulgar man next to him: "Take my car back, I'll swap another one."
The red-haired man looked disgustedly at Lu Yuan's aged old car and asked, "Big bro, I can take it back, but the problem is, you gotta pay..."
Lu Yuan was taken aback. The man didn't wait for Lu Yuan to speak and directly said, "You didn't hear wrong, big bro. You have to pay me. The money from recycling your car can't cover the service fee for the workers."
Lu Yuan: "..."
Lu Yuan thought about it seriously. His old car was only worth 2,600 yuan. Considering depreciation over the past two years, he might really have to pay out of his own pocket.
"Then leave it here. If someone wants to buy it, sell it."
The red-haired man twisted his lips again. "Big bro, who's gonna buy a broken car? You gotta pay the repair fee!"
Lu Yuan waved his hand. "No need. I'm selling it as a broken car. If someone wants to buy it, sell it. If no one buys it, then forget it. I'll leave the car here, you won't charge me for that, right?"
The red-haired man took a deep breath as if he had met his match today.
"Alright, big bro, but we gotta set some rules. You have to buy a car from me today for me to provide you this service."
Lu Yuan looked around the parking lot behind the red-haired man and nodded. "Deal."
Half an hour later, Lu Yuan spent 2,700 yuan to drive a vintage SUV out of the red-haired man's used car parking lot.
Such an old car was not worth much to begin with, with an original price of just 5,400 yuan. But meeting Lu Yuan, it was cut down to 2,700 yuan.
The red-haired man, looking as if he had terrible luck, received Lu Yuan's transfer and finally gave Lu Yuan a pair of white gloves before taking the initiative to open the parking lot gate.
The meaning was very clear, just short of hanging these words on his face: Please get lost as soon as possible, okay?
Lu Yuan sat in the car, unhurriedly and methodically turning the steering wheel, gently stepping on the accelerator to drive the car away.
The red-haired man followed behind Lu Yuan’s SUV, opening his mouth as if to spit, bleh! Stingy man!
Looking at the red-haired man's actions through the rearview mirror, Lu Yuan ignored him completely.
Even though he had just made 40 million yuan, Lu Yuan had always been frugal, avoiding waste.
He didn't go far, just driving around Yun City usually. As long as this 2,700 yuan vintage car could run for a year, he wouldn’t lose out. If it could run for two years, then he would be earning!
Boom!
However, ideals are plentiful, but reality is so painfully bonier.
As soon as Lu Yuan's 2,700 yuan vintage car, which he had just bought, drove out of the red-haired man's parking lot gate, the exhaust pipe suddenly let out a beastly roar!
Immediately after, thick black smoke poured out of the exhaust pipe as if money was no object.
"Cough cough, cough cough!"
The red-haired man, who was just about to spit at the back of Lu Yuan's car, was instantly choked by a mouthful of exhaust from the 1980s. He almost ascended on the spot!
Bang!
Another strange noise came from under the car and Lu Yuan's car, which had just come online, stopped completely on the spot.
Lu Yuan got out of the car and stood facing the red-haired man with a face covered in black smoke through the lingering exhaust.
Lu Yuan's big eyes stared at the red-haired man's small eyes. The red-haired man turned around, reached behind the parking lot gate, and held up a wooden sign.
The sign read: Test drives allowed on premises only, no guarantees after leaving premises.
Lu Yuan glared and said, "What about the one-year warranty you just promised?"
The red-haired man pretended to stay calm and said, "You haggled it away! Why else would I let you slash the price from 5,400 to 2,700?!
Lu Yuan frowned, "I won't argue with you, let me switch for another car!"
The red-haired man arrogantly held up the wooden sign: "Can't you read?! Do you know who this place belongs to?! Brother Gou of Xifu City! Dare to cause Brother Gou trouble—"
Bang!
...
Ten minutes later, the red-haired man with a bruised face drove an electric tricycle, carrying Lu Yuan lying on it towards Xifu City.
As he drove, he mumbled unclearly: "You're dead, stingy man. Brother Gou is an Esper. He'll make you pay."
Lying on the tricycle looking up at the sky blankly, Lu Yuan never expected that of the dozen plus cars in this Yun City used car parking lot, not a single one could be driven out.
He couldn't help but slap the red-haired man driving the tricycle on the head, "You guys don't seem to be very good at doing business with Brother Gou..."
"Humph! Stupid ass, Brother Gou in Xifu City will make you wish you were dead when we get there!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
