Chapter 171
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"The Mountain Ghost" is a piece from the "Nine Songs" of the "Chu Ci". Essentially, it is a sacrificial song to the mountain ghost. From this perspective, as an ancient legend, the Holy Mark of the mountain ghost can be said to have a long history.
But the problem is...
"She's not a woman!" Huai Shi widened his eyes.
"Young man, don't generalize." Crow sighed helplessly. "Just because someone wrote that the mountain ghost is a woman, doesn't mean you should think all mountain ghosts are female, right?"
She muttered under her breath, "Although it does make up a large part..."
"You said it makes up a large part!"
Huai Shi pointed to the text on his phone. "And no matter how you look at it, mountain ghosts should be divine beings, right? This kind of Holy Mark is at least fifth-tier, isn't it?"
"City gods are also divine beings. Do you think those guys up there would see city gods as humans?"
Crow chuckled. "I said, don't generalize—although mountain ghosts are indeed endowed with divinity, they are either half-gods with fierce competition or just temporary workers. Although their status is noble, they are only at the level of a mountain god.
And most of the time, mountain ghosts refer to the spirits and ghosts in the mountains, not limited to gender. So what are you thinking, dressing up as a big shot?"
After hearing her explanation, Huai Shi felt that something was not quite right, but this guy's recent nonsense level had improved too quickly, and he couldn't keep up. All he could say was that the devil was always a step ahead. This woman was just too good at being bad...
Seeing that Huai Shi was taken aback, Crow whistled smugly, spread her wings, and flew into the living room, loudly asking, "Old man? Old man? What's for dinner tonight? Do we have those big lobsters from the other day? Bring me two more..."
"Get lost! You still want to eat lobsters?! Where do you think I can get money to buy lobsters?!"
Hearing her mention it, Huai Shi remembered his empty bank balance and couldn't help but get angry. "Tonight, I'll cook for you myself. I'll make you a bowl of instant noodles, since I've spent all my money like a spendthrift woman. How about that?"
With that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, ready to show off his hard-earned dark cooking skills, only to be driven out by the old man, which was a first.
"Young master, the kitchen is a place of happiness and joy for people. It's okay to mess around outside, but please don't bring those evil things back home!"
The old man's expression was serious and earnest, unlike his usual good temper. This was the first time he had protested and expressed displeasure at Huai Shi's absurd behavior.
Huai Shi immediately felt guilty and shrank back. Crow nodded smugly on the side. "That's right, that's right... Old man, you should teach him a lesson! The child has learned bad habits, just give him a good beating..."
"And, Miss Crow!"
The old man raised his eyebrows and walked over. "Next time, please don't use the ingredients I've prepared in advance for your drinking, and please don't encourage the young master to participate in such vulgar activities! Otherwise, I will have to reduce your snack quota."
"Is it all my fault? I'm so innocent..."
Crow blinked innocently, ready to say something, but couldn't help but look away under the old man's gaze, shrugging guiltily. "I'll pay attention next time, okay?"
Seeing the two of them make promises, the old man nodded in satisfaction, didn't say much more, and turned to bring out tonight's dinner from the kitchen.
"I stewed hot and sour shrimp soup today, made a taco with the leftover chicken from yesterday, baked potato skins with cheese, and the main course is pan-fried lionfish in Aztec style... I also added a little champagne, just the right amount."
The old man brought out two tall glasses and poured them, sighing, "I have to say, the American diet has its merits, especially this mysterious hummus."
"Old man, are you an angel?"
Crow looked at the table full of high-calorie food, almost in tears of gratitude.
"It's just a hobby, please enjoy your meal."
The old man stepped back, watching the two of them eat heartily, smiled with satisfaction, and then went back to the kitchen to clean up the tableware.
After spending the whole day in the cellar, Huai Shi was about to go crazy from hunger, but Crow was even faster, devouring the food like a bottomless pit and directing Huai Shi to bring over the dishes she couldn't reach.
Huai Shi gave her a disdainful look and picked up the lionfish, placing it in front of her. "Eat, this is my meat."
Then he picked up the champagne and placed it next to her. "Drink, this is my blood."
Crow was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked at the cream next to Huai Shi.
Huai Shi remained silent for a long time, suddenly feeling the urge to run into a wall.
With such an unreliable contractor, he probably had no hope for the rest of his life!
Thinking about the more than ten million he had earned by playing the violin for over a thousand years, his heart was bleeding.
That was over ten million!
It would take him over a thousand years of part-time work to earn back that over ten million!
But before he could even enjoy the money, he spent it on a mobile game monthly card and didn't even have time to indulge in luxury before it was gone!
Gone!
It turned into a pile of messy instruments and a few books that were purely protection money.
His heart was breaking.
The last time he saved the world, the game console that Shen Yue promised him had just arrived, and he hadn't even had time to buy games for it before it was gone!
"My money..."
Huai Shi put down his knife and fork, looking at the empty plates on the table, feeling as empty as his bank account, and couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.
Lyon, is life always this painful, or is it only in childhood?
"Oh, don't worry about the money, young master."
The old man, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly popped his head out, took off his gloves, and comforted him.
"Huh?" Huai Shi turned back in surprise.
"This is a long story."After a moment of contemplation, Uncle Fang explained, "In addition to the Huai Shipping Company, before the old master passed away, he mortgaged all his development equipment and achievements and entrusted a gnome from the Magic Gold Bank to operate and invest on his behalf.
Although the Huai Shipping Company is no longer in existence, I recently confirmed the assets on the border."
At this point, Uncle Fang looked somewhat regretful. "Although the value has shrunk due to inflation and other reasons, apart from the principal that cannot be withdrawn until maturity, the accumulated fixed dividends over the years amount to about forty million US dollars."
"What? Forty? Million?"
Huai Shi almost jumped up in surprise.
"I have already claimed it in the name of the young master, but according to the old master's will, only six percent of the liquid funds can be used each year until the legal heir comes of age."
With that, he carefully took out a black card from his pocket and placed it in front of Huai Shi. "Apart from the fixed daily living expenses and the maintenance and operation of the Stone Marrow Hall, a total of one million four hundred thousand US dollars."
"One million four hundred? Thousand? US dollars?"
Huai Shi looked down, staring blankly at the unfamiliar bank logo on the card, unable to close his mouth. He then thought about the forty million US dollars waiting for him when he turned eighteen next year.
And when the contract matures, there will be an even more terrifying amount of principal...
He suddenly felt that the world had become surreal.
Unbelievable.
"Is this... for me?"
Huai Shi looked up, grabbed Uncle Fang's hand, and couldn't help but shed tears. "Is this for me?"
"Exactly."
Uncle Fang nodded with a smile, then reached over and patted the crow's wing that was quietly approaching, pushing away the greedy hands that coveted the young master's property.
"I... I..."
Huai Shi stared blankly at the card, feeling dizzy.
He had gone from being dirt poor to being rich at lightning speed. Life's ups and downs were just too fast, and he felt a bit dizzy.
Although there was an infinite scream in his heart, in the end, Huai Shi couldn't help but swallow hard, reach out, and hand the card back to Uncle Fang. "You... keep it for me for now."
He was afraid.
Not afraid of squandering it himself, but afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to squander it before some shameless woman spent it all... He needed to plan carefully how to spend this one million four hundred thousand US dollars.
Uncle Fang did not refuse, but carefully put away the black card, nodding and saying, "If you need anything, you can order it at any time."
"I'll go rest for a bit... rest for a bit..."
With a dazed smile, Huai Shi struggled to his feet and staggered towards his room as if floating.
"Poor kid, used to being poor."
The crow landed on Uncle Fang's shoulder, sighing helplessly. "I bet he's thinking about whether to buy another monthly card right now."
"Frugality is a virtue."
Old Fang calmly defended his young master as always.
"There are so many virtues in the world, but how many of them can truly make people happy?"
The crow shook her head, feeling emotional, and raised her wings to drape them over Old Fang's shoulder, showing him her phone. "Old Fang, look at this professional ultra-clean workstation produced by Cardvinson Workshop..."
"This is not within the budget, Miss Crow."
We are "pawread.com", find us on google.
Old Fang lightly pressed down on the wing she had quietly slipped into his pocket, and said seriously, "Besides, this is all the young master's assets. I suggest you discuss it with the young master."
The crow stared at Old Fang with wide, watery eyes, but Old Fang remained calm and unmoved.
Until she sighed in frustration. "Alright, alright, I'll try to persuade him... Every time I spend a little money, it's like I'm taking his life. I bet he's thinking about buying another monthly card right now..."
"I'm sorry I can't help you, Miss, but I have prepared another gift for you."
With that, Uncle Fang bent down, opened a drawer, and took out a small knitted vest from among the knitting needles and balls of yarn, carefully lifting it up and handing it to the crow.
A pure white knitted vest, lined with wool, and embroidered with a lifelike image of a crow on the back.
"I hope you like it," Uncle Fang said somewhat embarrassed. "It's getting colder lately, and you can't find clothes that fit you on the market, so I made it myself..."
"Old Fang..."
The crow held the small vest in a daze for a long time, tears of emotion welling up in her eyes. "You really are an angel, aren't you?"
"It's just a small hobby of mine."
The old butler smiled as usual, watching the crow leave.
After a long time, he turned back and looked curiously at the game console in the living room, his expression becoming serious.
As if facing a formidable enemy.
"Games? I don't understand... Are they really that fun?"
Scratching his mottled white hair with a headache, he simply took out his phone and awkwardly searched for related products, ending up with a dazzling array of choices.
"Are these... all in stock?"
"They're all in stock, dear," the shopkeeper replied promptly.
Uncle Fang furrowed his brow in distress, and in the end, he picked out all the games with naked women on the covers. "This one, and this one... except for these few," he said, "I want all the deluxe editions."
"..."
On the other end of the screen, the dazed seller was left with countless question marks above his head.
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"The Mountain Ghost" is a piece from the "Nine Songs" of the "Chu Ci". Essentially, it is a sacrificial song to the mountain ghost. From this perspective, as an ancient legend, the Holy Mark of the mountain ghost can be said to have a long history.
But the problem is...
"She's not a woman!" Huai Shi widened his eyes.
"Young man, don't generalize." Crow sighed helplessly. "Just because someone wrote that the mountain ghost is a woman, doesn't mean you should think all mountain ghosts are female, right?"
She muttered under her breath, "Although it does make up a large part..."
"You said it makes up a large part!"
Huai Shi pointed to the text on his phone. "And no matter how you look at it, mountain ghosts should be divine beings, right? This kind of Holy Mark is at least fifth-tier, isn't it?"
"City gods are also divine beings. Do you think those guys up there would see city gods as humans?"
Crow chuckled. "I said, don't generalize—although mountain ghosts are indeed endowed with divinity, they are either half-gods with fierce competition or just temporary workers. Although their status is noble, they are only at the level of a mountain god.
And most of the time, mountain ghosts refer to the spirits and ghosts in the mountains, not limited to gender. So what are you thinking, dressing up as a big shot?"
After hearing her explanation, Huai Shi felt that something was not quite right, but this guy's recent nonsense level had improved too quickly, and he couldn't keep up. All he could say was that the devil was always a step ahead. This woman was just too good at being bad...
Seeing that Huai Shi was taken aback, Crow whistled smugly, spread her wings, and flew into the living room, loudly asking, "Old man? Old man? What's for dinner tonight? Do we have those big lobsters from the other day? Bring me two more..."
"Get lost! You still want to eat lobsters?! Where do you think I can get money to buy lobsters?!"
Hearing her mention it, Huai Shi remembered his empty bank balance and couldn't help but get angry. "Tonight, I'll cook for you myself. I'll make you a bowl of instant noodles, since I've spent all my money like a spendthrift woman. How about that?"
With that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, ready to show off his hard-earned dark cooking skills, only to be driven out by the old man, which was a first.
"Young master, the kitchen is a place of happiness and joy for people. It's okay to mess around outside, but please don't bring those evil things back home!"
The old man's expression was serious and earnest, unlike his usual good temper. This was the first time he had protested and expressed displeasure at Huai Shi's absurd behavior.
Huai Shi immediately felt guilty and shrank back. Crow nodded smugly on the side. "That's right, that's right... Old man, you should teach him a lesson! The child has learned bad habits, just give him a good beating..."
"And, Miss Crow!"
The old man raised his eyebrows and walked over. "Next time, please don't use the ingredients I've prepared in advance for your drinking, and please don't encourage the young master to participate in such vulgar activities! Otherwise, I will have to reduce your snack quota."
"Is it all my fault? I'm so innocent..."
Crow blinked innocently, ready to say something, but couldn't help but look away under the old man's gaze, shrugging guiltily. "I'll pay attention next time, okay?"
Seeing the two of them make promises, the old man nodded in satisfaction, didn't say much more, and turned to bring out tonight's dinner from the kitchen.
"I stewed hot and sour shrimp soup today, made a taco with the leftover chicken from yesterday, baked potato skins with cheese, and the main course is pan-fried lionfish in Aztec style... I also added a little champagne, just the right amount."
The old man brought out two tall glasses and poured them, sighing, "I have to say, the American diet has its merits, especially this mysterious hummus."
"Old man, are you an angel?"
Crow looked at the table full of high-calorie food, almost in tears of gratitude.
"It's just a hobby, please enjoy your meal."
The old man stepped back, watching the two of them eat heartily, smiled with satisfaction, and then went back to the kitchen to clean up the tableware.
After spending the whole day in the cellar, Huai Shi was about to go crazy from hunger, but Crow was even faster, devouring the food like a bottomless pit and directing Huai Shi to bring over the dishes she couldn't reach.
Huai Shi gave her a disdainful look and picked up the lionfish, placing it in front of her. "Eat, this is my meat."
Then he picked up the champagne and placed it next to her. "Drink, this is my blood."
Crow was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked at the cream next to Huai Shi.
Huai Shi remained silent for a long time, suddenly feeling the urge to run into a wall.
With such an unreliable contractor, he probably had no hope for the rest of his life!
Thinking about the more than ten million he had earned by playing the violin for over a thousand years, his heart was bleeding.
That was over ten million!
It would take him over a thousand years of part-time work to earn back that over ten million!
But before he could even enjoy the money, he spent it on a mobile game monthly card and didn't even have time to indulge in luxury before it was gone!
Gone!
It turned into a pile of messy instruments and a few books that were purely protection money.
His heart was breaking.
The last time he saved the world, the game console that Shen Yue promised him had just arrived, and he hadn't even had time to buy games for it before it was gone!
"My money..."
Huai Shi put down his knife and fork, looking at the empty plates on the table, feeling as empty as his bank account, and couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.
Lyon, is life always this painful, or is it only in childhood?
"Oh, don't worry about the money, young master."
The old man, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly popped his head out, took off his gloves, and comforted him.
"Huh?" Huai Shi turned back in surprise.
"This is a long story."After a moment of contemplation, Uncle Fang explained, "In addition to the Huai Shipping Company, before the old master passed away, he mortgaged all his development equipment and achievements and entrusted a gnome from the Magic Gold Bank to operate and invest on his behalf.
Although the Huai Shipping Company is no longer in existence, I recently confirmed the assets on the border."
At this point, Uncle Fang looked somewhat regretful. "Although the value has shrunk due to inflation and other reasons, apart from the principal that cannot be withdrawn until maturity, the accumulated fixed dividends over the years amount to about forty million US dollars."
"What? Forty? Million?"
Huai Shi almost jumped up in surprise.
"I have already claimed it in the name of the young master, but according to the old master's will, only six percent of the liquid funds can be used each year until the legal heir comes of age."
With that, he carefully took out a black card from his pocket and placed it in front of Huai Shi. "Apart from the fixed daily living expenses and the maintenance and operation of the Stone Marrow Hall, a total of one million four hundred thousand US dollars."
"One million four hundred? Thousand? US dollars?"
Huai Shi looked down, staring blankly at the unfamiliar bank logo on the card, unable to close his mouth. He then thought about the forty million US dollars waiting for him when he turned eighteen next year.
And when the contract matures, there will be an even more terrifying amount of principal...
He suddenly felt that the world had become surreal.
Unbelievable.
"Is this... for me?"
Huai Shi looked up, grabbed Uncle Fang's hand, and couldn't help but shed tears. "Is this for me?"
"Exactly."
Uncle Fang nodded with a smile, then reached over and patted the crow's wing that was quietly approaching, pushing away the greedy hands that coveted the young master's property.
"I... I..."
Huai Shi stared blankly at the card, feeling dizzy.
He had gone from being dirt poor to being rich at lightning speed. Life's ups and downs were just too fast, and he felt a bit dizzy.
Although there was an infinite scream in his heart, in the end, Huai Shi couldn't help but swallow hard, reach out, and hand the card back to Uncle Fang. "You... keep it for me for now."
He was afraid.
Not afraid of squandering it himself, but afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to squander it before some shameless woman spent it all... He needed to plan carefully how to spend this one million four hundred thousand US dollars.
Uncle Fang did not refuse, but carefully put away the black card, nodding and saying, "If you need anything, you can order it at any time."
"I'll go rest for a bit... rest for a bit..."
With a dazed smile, Huai Shi struggled to his feet and staggered towards his room as if floating.
"Poor kid, used to being poor."
The crow landed on Uncle Fang's shoulder, sighing helplessly. "I bet he's thinking about whether to buy another monthly card right now."
"Frugality is a virtue."
Old Fang calmly defended his young master as always.
"There are so many virtues in the world, but how many of them can truly make people happy?"
The crow shook her head, feeling emotional, and raised her wings to drape them over Old Fang's shoulder, showing him her phone. "Old Fang, look at this professional ultra-clean workstation produced by Cardvinson Workshop..."
"This is not within the budget, Miss Crow."
We are "pawread.com", find us on google.
Old Fang lightly pressed down on the wing she had quietly slipped into his pocket, and said seriously, "Besides, this is all the young master's assets. I suggest you discuss it with the young master."
The crow stared at Old Fang with wide, watery eyes, but Old Fang remained calm and unmoved.
Until she sighed in frustration. "Alright, alright, I'll try to persuade him... Every time I spend a little money, it's like I'm taking his life. I bet he's thinking about buying another monthly card right now..."
"I'm sorry I can't help you, Miss, but I have prepared another gift for you."
With that, Uncle Fang bent down, opened a drawer, and took out a small knitted vest from among the knitting needles and balls of yarn, carefully lifting it up and handing it to the crow.
A pure white knitted vest, lined with wool, and embroidered with a lifelike image of a crow on the back.
"I hope you like it," Uncle Fang said somewhat embarrassed. "It's getting colder lately, and you can't find clothes that fit you on the market, so I made it myself..."
"Old Fang..."
The crow held the small vest in a daze for a long time, tears of emotion welling up in her eyes. "You really are an angel, aren't you?"
"It's just a small hobby of mine."
The old butler smiled as usual, watching the crow leave.
After a long time, he turned back and looked curiously at the game console in the living room, his expression becoming serious.
As if facing a formidable enemy.
"Games? I don't understand... Are they really that fun?"
Scratching his mottled white hair with a headache, he simply took out his phone and awkwardly searched for related products, ending up with a dazzling array of choices.
"Are these... all in stock?"
"They're all in stock, dear," the shopkeeper replied promptly.
Uncle Fang furrowed his brow in distress, and in the end, he picked out all the games with naked women on the covers. "This one, and this one... except for these few," he said, "I want all the deluxe editions."
"..."
On the other end of the screen, the dazed seller was left with countless question marks above his head.
"The Mountain Ghost" is a piece from the "Nine Songs" of the "Chu Ci". Essentially, it is a sacrificial song to the mountain ghost. From this perspective, as an ancient legend, the Holy Mark of the mountain ghost can be said to have a long history.But the problem is..."She's not a woman!" Huai Shi widened his eyes."Young man, don't generalize." Crow sighed helplessly. "Just because someone wrote that the mountain ghost is a woman, doesn't mean you should think all mountain ghosts are female, right?"She muttered under her breath, "Although it does make up a large part...""You said it makes up a large part!"Huai Shi pointed to the text on his phone. "And no matter how you look at it, mountain ghosts should be divine beings, right? This kind of Holy Mark is at least fifth-tier, isn't it?""City gods are also divine beings. Do you think those guys up there would see city gods as humans?"Crow chuckled. "I said, don't generalizealthough mountain ghosts are indeed endowed with divinity, they are either half-gods with fierce competition or just temporary workers. Although their status is noble, they are only at the level of a mountain god.And most of the time, mountain ghosts refer to the spirits and ghosts in the mountains, not limited to gender. So what are you thinking, dressing up as a big shot?"After hearing her explanation, Huai Shi felt that something was not quite right, but this guy's recent nonsense level had improved too quickly, and he couldn't keep up. All he could say was that the devil was always a step ahead. This woman was just too good at being bad...Seeing that Huai Shi was taken aback, Crow whistled smugly, spread her wings, and flew into the living room, loudly asking, "Old man? Old man? What's for dinner tonight? Do we have those big lobsters from the other day? Bring me two more...""Get lost! You still want to eat lobsters?! Where do you think I can get money to buy lobsters?!"Hearing her mention it, Huai Shi remembered his empty bank balance and couldn't help but get angry. "Tonight, I'll cook for you myself. I'll make you a bowl of instant noodles, since I've spent all my money like a spendthrift woman. How about that?"With that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, ready to show off his hard-earned dark cooking skills, only to be driven out by the old man, which was a first."Young master, the kitchen is a place of happiness and joy for people. It's okay to mess around outside, but please don't bring those evil things back home!"The old man's expression was serious and earnest, unlike his usual good temper. This was the first time he had protested and expressed displeasure at Huai Shi's absurd behavior.Huai Shi immediately felt guilty and shrank back. Crow nodded smugly on the side. "That's right, that's right... Old man, you should teach him a lesson! The child has learned bad habits, just give him a good beating...""And, Miss Crow!"The old man raised his eyebrows and walked over. "Next time, please don't use the ingredients I've prepared in advance for your drinking, and please don't encourage the young master to participate in such vulgar activities! Otherwise, I will have to reduce your snack quota.""Is it all my fault? I'm so innocent..."Crow blinked innocently, ready to say something, but couldn't help but look away under the old man's gaze, shrugging guiltily. "I'll pay attention next time, okay?"Seeing the two of them make promises, the old man nodded in satisfaction, didn't say much more, and turned to bring out tonight's dinner from the kitchen."I stewed hot and sour shrimp soup today, made a taco with the leftover chicken from yesterday, baked potato skins with cheese, and the main course is pan-fried lionfish in Aztec style... I also added a little champagne, just the right amount."The old man brought out two tall glasses and poured them, sighing, "I have to say, the American diet has its merits, especially this mysterious hummus.""Old man, are you an angel?"Crow looked at the table full of high-calorie food, almost in tears of gratitude."It's just a hobby, please enjoy your meal."The old man stepped back, watching the two of them eat heartily, smiled with satisfaction, and then went back to the kitchen to clean up the tableware.After spending the whole day in the cellar, Huai Shi was about to go crazy from hunger, but Crow was even faster, devouring the food like a bottomless pit and directing Huai Shi to bring over the dishes she couldn't reach.Huai Shi gave her a disdainful look and picked up the lionfish, placing it in front of her. "Eat, this is my meat."Then he picked up the champagne and placed it next to her. "Drink, this is my blood."Crow was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked at the cream next to Huai Shi.Huai Shi remained silent for a long time, suddenly feeling the urge to run into a wall.With such an unreliable contractor, he probably had no hope for the rest of his life!Thinking about the more than ten million he had earned by playing the violin for over a thousand years, his heart was bleeding.That was over ten million!It would take him over a thousand years of part-time work to earn back that over ten million!But before he could even enjoy the money, he spent it on a mobile game monthly card and didn't even have time to indulge in luxury before it was gone!Gone!It turned into a pile of messy instruments and a few books that were purely protection money.His heart was breaking.The last time he saved the world, the game console that Shen Yue promised him had just arrived, and he hadn't even had time to buy games for it before it was gone!"My money..."Huai Shi put down his knife and fork, looking at the empty plates on the table, feeling as empty as his bank account, and couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.Lyon, is life always this painful, or is it only in childhood?"Oh, don't worry about the money, young master."The old man, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly popped his head out, took off his gloves, and comforted him."Huh?" Huai Shi turned back in surprise."This is a long story."After a moment of contemplation, Uncle Fang explained, "In addition to the Huai Shipping Company, before the old master passed away, he mortgaged all his development equipment and achievements and entrusted a gnome from the Magic Gold Bank to operate and invest on his behalf.Although the Huai Shipping Company is no longer in existence, I recently confirmed the assets on the border."At this point, Uncle Fang looked somewhat regretful. "Although the value has shrunk due to inflation and other reasons, apart from the principal that cannot be withdrawn until maturity, the accumulated fixed dividends over the years amount to about forty million US dollars.""What? Forty? Million?"Huai Shi almost jumped up in surprise."I have already claimed it in the name of the young master, but according to the old master's will, only six percent of the liquid funds can be used each year until the legal heir comes of age."With that, he carefully took out a black card from his pocket and placed it in front of Huai Shi. "Apart from the fixed daily living expenses and the maintenance and operation of the Stone Marrow Hall, a total of one million four hundred thousand US dollars.""One million four hundred? Thousand? US dollars?"Huai Shi looked down, staring blankly at the unfamiliar bank logo on the card, unable to close his mouth. He then thought about the forty million US dollars waiting for him when he turned eighteen next year.And when the contract matures, there will be an even more terrifying amount of principal...He suddenly felt that the world had become surreal.Unbelievable."Is this... for me?"Huai Shi looked up, grabbed Uncle Fang's hand, and couldn't help but shed tears. "Is this for me?""Exactly."Uncle Fang nodded with a smile, then reached over and patted the crow's wing that was quietly approaching, pushing away the greedy hands that coveted the young master's property."I... I..."Huai Shi stared blankly at the card, feeling dizzy.He had gone from being dirt poor to being rich at lightning speed. Life's ups and downs were just too fast, and he felt a bit dizzy.Although there was an infinite scream in his heart, in the end, Huai Shi couldn't help but swallow hard, reach out, and hand the card back to Uncle Fang. "You... keep it for me for now."He was afraid.Not afraid of squandering it himself, but afraid that he wouldn't have the chance to squander it before some shameless woman spent it all... He needed to plan carefully how to spend this one million four hundred thousand US dollars.Uncle Fang did not refuse, but carefully put away the black card, nodding and saying, "If you need anything, you can order it at any time.""I'll go rest for a bit... rest for a bit..."With a dazed smile, Huai Shi struggled to his feet and staggered towards his room as if floating."Poor kid, used to being poor."The crow landed on Uncle Fang's shoulder, sighing helplessly. "I bet he's thinking about whether to buy another monthly card right now.""Frugality is a virtue."Old Fang calmly defended his young master as always."There are so many virtues in the world, but how many of them can truly make people happy?"The crow shook her head, feeling emotional, and raised her wings to drape them over Old Fang's shoulder, showing him her phone. "Old Fang, look at this professional ultra-clean workstation produced by Cardvinson Workshop...""This is not within the budget, Miss Crow."We are "pawread.com", find us on google.Old Fang lightly pressed down on the wing she had quietly slipped into his pocket, and said seriously, "Besides, this is all the young master's assets. I suggest you discuss it with the young master."The crow stared at Old Fang with wide, watery eyes, but Old Fang remained calm and unmoved.Until she sighed in frustration. "Alright, alright, I'll try to persuade him... Every time I spend a little money, it's like I'm taking his life. I bet he's thinking about buying another monthly card right now...""I'm sorry I can't help you, Miss, but I have prepared another gift for you."With that, Uncle Fang bent down, opened a drawer, and took out a small knitted vest from among the knitting needles and balls of yarn, carefully lifting it up and handing it to the crow.A pure white knitted vest, lined with wool, and embroidered with a lifelike image of a crow on the back."I hope you like it," Uncle Fang said somewhat embarrassed. "It's getting colder lately, and you can't find clothes that fit you on the market, so I made it myself...""Old Fang..."The crow held the small vest in a daze for a long time, tears of emotion welling up in her eyes. "You really are an angel, aren't you?""It's just a small hobby of mine."The old butler smiled as usual, watching the crow leave.After a long time, he turned back and looked curiously at the game console in the living room, his expression becoming serious.As if facing a formidable enemy."Games? I don't understand... Are they really that fun?"Scratching his mottled white hair with a headache, he simply took out his phone and awkwardly searched for related products, ending up with a dazzling array of choices."Are these... all in stock?""They're all in stock, dear," the shopkeeper replied promptly.Uncle Fang furrowed his brow in distress, and in the end, he picked out all the games with naked women on the covers. "This one, and this one... except for these few," he said, "I want all the deluxe editions.""..."On the other end of the screen, the dazed seller was left with countless question marks above his head.
