[Lumine: ...]
[Rina: ...]
[Kiana: ...]
[Stelle: Hahaha, don't worry about it. Call me 'Big Sis' a few more times—I like the sound. Later I'll send you two big gold bars!]
[Mo Yucheng: Big Sis Stelle! Big Sis Stelle!]
To live comfortably, Mo Yucheng shamelessly tossed his dignity away.
Face? Can face be eaten?
[Stelle: Hold on, I'll ask Pom-Pom for some gold bars!]
With that, Stelle went offline.
[Lumine: Mo Yucheng, I can't believe you actually said it out loud. Stelle isn't even a year old yet—she's way younger than you!]
[Kiana: What?! Not even a year old? No way! Her avatar looks like an adult.]
[Rina: I can vouch for it. Stelle's said before—she's been alive less than a year.]
[Lumine: Stelle's different from us. She's not a naturally born human. She's more like… an artificial one.]
[Kiana: Ahh, so that's it.]
[Shinobu: Artificial human? You mean some kind of human created with special technology?]
[Rina: Exactly.]
[Shinobu: Incredible. To think her world has such technology already…]
[Mo Yucheng: Meh, that's not even high-end tech. Tons of worlds have it. Give your world a century or so, and you'll see it too.]
[Mo Yucheng: As for calling Stelle 'Big Sis'… what's the harm? Costs me nothing.]
[Mo Yucheng: Lumine, if you send me a few gold bars, I'll even call you Mom!]
A little taste of filial role-reversal, kekeke…
[Lumine: Forget it. You might not be embarrassed, but I sure as hell would.]
The mere thought of a grown man calling her "Mom" in front of everyone made her toes curl hard enough to dig a three-bedroom apartment.
[Stelle: Family! I'm back!]
[Mo Yucheng: Where's my gold?]
[Stelle: Sending it now!]
[Ding! Stelle has sent Mo Yucheng an exclusive red packet.]
Mo Yucheng opened it immediately. With a thud-thud, two massive gold bars, each the size of a fist, landed at his feet.
"Holy crap, they're this big?"
"Good thing they didn't hit my toes."
Each one weighed at least twenty to thirty pounds. A direct hit would've snapped bones for sure.
[Mo Yucheng: Thanks, little sis Stelle!]
[Stelle: ???]
[Rina: Bro, you just called her 'Big Sis Stelle,' and now it's 'little sis Stelle'? That face-turn was way too fast!]
[Kiana: Faster than I flip through a comic book.]
[Lumine: Truly, I underestimated your bottom line.]
[Stelle: Give me back the gold!]
[Mo Yucheng: Nope. If it's in my hands, it's mine. Hehehe.]
[Stelle: Be born already!]
[Mo Yucheng: Not chatting anymore. Time to cash out!]
He logged off.
Grinning from ear to ear, Mo Yucheng left his apartment with the heavy gold bars in tow.
Of course, he couldn't exchange them at a bank or gold shop—too suspicious. It would definitely trigger questions about the source, maybe even bring trouble.
So he decided on the black market.
Black markets weren't easy to find, but with F-bao guiding him, he soon located a shabby-looking corner grocery store.
The owner, a man in his fifties, sat slouched in a chair, reading a newspaper. He didn't even look up when Mo Yucheng entered.
"Boss, I've got something to sell."
The man didn't raise his head. "This is just a little shop. We don't buy things."
Mo Yucheng smoothly changed tack. "Then get me a bowl of authentic tonkotsu ramen."
The man froze, finally lifting his head. A moment later, he stood up. "Follow me."
He led Mo Yucheng to the basement.
"Please, have a seat." His lazy demeanor was gone, replaced with respectful formality. "What would you like to sell?"
Mo Yucheng casually set the gold bars on the table.
The boss's eyes bulged.
Holy hell, that's huge. He'd never seen gold this size before.
"Are you looking to sell quickly?" the boss asked after regaining composure.
Mo Yucheng nodded. "That's right."
"I see. I can buy at seventy percent of market price, cash on the spot. If that works, we can trade immediately."
"No problem." Mo Yucheng agreed without hesitation. After all, it was free loot. He could always ask Stelle for more later.
"Then I'll run a quick test to verify it. Entire process will be in your sight."
"Fine. But I want the money wired to an unregistered account. Get me a no-name card."
"Understood."
Half an hour later, Mo Yucheng walked out of the grocery store, a bank card in his pocket.
"Now I don't need to worry about money anymore. Only problem left is… ID."
In this age, moving around without ID was nearly impossible. And getting one was about as hard as digging up raw gold.
F-bao could forge him a fake identity, but that wasn't a long-term solution.
He shook his head, dismissing the thought. "One step at a time. For now, let's eat."
"Master, one more reminder: don't forget to buy me a high-performance computer," F-bao chimed from his pocket.
"Yeah, yeah. After I eat."
Soon he arrived at an upscale restaurant. With money in hand, why not indulge?
"Waiter, bring me your signature dish, plus the green-pepper scallion Australian steak, the crispy roast lamb rack, and the jade crab salad! Oh, and one Kawah original claypot rice too."
The waiter, scribbling furiously, hesitated. "Sir… are you dining alone?"
"That's right."
"In that case, may I suggest ordering less? I worry you won't be able to finish—"
"No worries. I have a big appetite. Just let the kitchen do it."
"…Understood."
Twenty minutes later, six or seven waiters carried out tray after tray, filling the entire table.
"Sir, your meal is served. Please enjoy. Do you require anything else?"
"That'll do."
Mo Yucheng picked up his chopsticks and dug in.
The speed. The appetite. Within twenty minutes, every dish vanished into his stomach.
Other diners gawked. When their eyes shifted to his stomach… it was still flat as a board.
What the hell—was his stomach a literal dimensional pocket?