Chapter 69: Chapter 68: The World’s Imperfection (Part 2)

"I’ll buy it." Zhao Yu now trusted Wen Ying completely. He would do anything she said without question, so he asked, "Which one should I get?"

Seeing Zhao Yu’s super-fan demeanor, and thinking about her future dealings with the platform, Wen Ying sighed. "Take the turtle one. Thirty thousand."

Zhao Yu instantly transferred the money, then placed the turtle-engraved trinket in his palm, cradling it carefully.

Wen Ying, "..."

’There’s really no need for all that, is there?’

Unable to watch any longer, Wen Ying casually took out a piece of hemp rope, fiddled with it for a moment, braided it, and handed it to Zhao Yu.

It wasn’t a red string, just a plain hemp one.

Zhao Yu gratefully strung the trinket onto the rope and put it around his neck. "Doctor Wen, is my lighter still useful?"

"Of course. Doesn’t it look good? It makes for a nice accessory."

Zhao Yu agreed.

After Zhao Yu left, Wen Ying tidied up the clinic and took the hand-drawn bills over to Uncle Zhang.

But Uncle Zhang grabbed her arm, his expression a little strange. "Little Ying, does that place... really exist?"

"What place?"

"Little Ying, it’s just you and me here. Can we drop the act?"

"Uncle Zhang, are you talking about what happened with your father?"

"Yes! Ever since we got that spirit money from you, your aunt and I burned it for my father that very night! And then, we both had the same dream about him. He said he was very pleased and that he wanted to start a business down there. Can you even do business down there?"

After a moment’s pause, Uncle Zhang continued, "He even told your aunt and me to exercise more, or else we wouldn’t be able to help him when we get down there. Isn’t that bizarre? The dream, the things we saw... it was exactly the same for both of us! I thought that business with the antique was just a coincidence, but now it’s clear it wasn’t. Little Ying, you know something, don’t you?"

Wen Ying shook her head. Her own knowledge of this other world was still fragmented. It was better not to say anything she wasn’t completely sure of, lest she bring disaster upon others.

’Host, you should ask me! I’m willing to answer this question~’

’Why isn’t the Host asking me?’

’It’s just a little reputation value. Does the Host have to be so cheap?’

"Uncle Zhang, I’m not entirely sure about it myself right now. But your father likes it, and you and Auntie are happy. It’s a happy outcome for everyone, and that’s what matters."

It was like a lightbulb went off for Uncle Zhang. "You’re right! Look at me! I’ve lived all these years and still don’t see things as clearly as you do! You really are Grandma Wen’s granddaughter! It must have taken a lot out of you to make all this spirit money at once, right? Take all this fruit. Your aunt bought it and told me to bring it over. Since you’re already here, I’ll just give it to you now."

Uncle Zhang pointed to a huge bag of fruit, which contained grapes, bananas, apples, pineapples, cantaloupes, guavas, pomelos, oranges, and sumo citruses.

Wen Ying stared at the bag. It had to be at least fifty pounds. It was a truly massive bag.

"If you can’t lift it, I’ll help—" Before Uncle Zhang could finish, he saw Wen Ying effortlessly hoist the bag with one hand.

Uncle Zhang suddenly remembered the time Wen Ying had casually pulled a pair of scissors in half. How could he have forgotten? ’This girl has superhuman strength!’

’I have no idea how she trained to get that strong.’

Wen Ying left with the fruit. Uncle Zhang looked at the spirit money in his hand and muttered, "Dad, if you’re really starting a business down there, remember to buy a few villas. Then your son and daughter-in-law can enjoy them too. We never got to enjoy that kind of life up here, so we’d be more than satisfied to enjoy it down there."

One bill was worth a hundred million, and fifty bills was five billion. If the living could use this money, Uncle Zhang would have loved to experience what it felt like to be able to buy anything in the world...

When he got home that evening, Uncle Zhang pulled his wife into their room to discuss the matter. "Honey, do you think we should send all of it to Dad this time? It’s five billion! What if there’s inflation down there?"

"Then how about we just burn another billion?" Uncle Zhang’s wife asked tentatively.

"Is just one billion a little unfilial? We have five billion, after all, and it’s not like we can use it."

"Then how about two billion?"

"Two billion could work... but we don’t know what kind of business Dad is even doing. Is two billion going to be enough down there? What if it’s a huge business? Wouldn’t that be too little?"

"Then just burn it all! Why are you being so long-winded? Don’t you realize how ridiculous this all sounds?! Are you really getting sentimental over some paper money?"

Uncle Zhang’s wife looked at her husband impatiently, wishing she could just smack him upside the head.