Chapter 112 : Chapter 112

Chapter 112: “How much is my future worth?”

The "surgery" on consciousness was not much different from a regular "surgery."

The system gave Chu Zu one injection of painkillers after another, and after Guanfu had helped to deal with the wound, it put him into a treatment pod.

Chu Zu woke up very quickly.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the little yellow chicken on the other side of the glass.

It was a look that he was all too familiar with, without any calculation or scheming, so simple that it was empty, and when they looked at each other, it suddenly burst out with a heartfelt joy.

Chu Zu subconsciously wanted to say sorry.

Just as his lips opened, the cabin door opened, and the little yellow chicken flapped its wings and clung to the edge of the cabin.

“Host, how are you feeling now?”

The little chicken’s beak opened and closed, chattering non-stop.

“The specialist next door is so fierce! His eyesight is also bad! I thought he was going to put down the scalpel and just use his cat claws! Why is there so much commotion just to take out a bullet? It scared me to death… Are you in pain? I still have a lot of painkillers! Why don’t we just have a few more shots! Anyway, there are no side effects! I’ll go and restock after we’ve used them all up!”

Chu Zu: “...”

Chu Zu: “My ears hurt.”

The system obediently closed its mouth.

Chu Zu forced a smile.

The tranquilizer was indeed enough.

Not only was he not in pain, but his other feedback was also slightly numbed.

His sense of touch was a little dull.

When he reached for the system, he almost squashed the little chicken.

Seeing the little yellow chicken’s eyes were about to pop out, Chu Zu adjusted his strength and placed it on his chest.

“Has Guanfu gone to work?”

“Yes, like he’s rushing to a scene.”

“Did his system complain?”

“The cowlick little chicken almost hates me to death.”

The little yellow chicken carefully moved its body, “Can I hug you, Host?”

“You don’t have to ask me.”

The little yellow chicken sniffled and couldn’t hold it back any longer.

The whole little chicken was flattened, lying on Chu Zu’s chest.

The bones were clearly protruding, and the heartbeat under the rising and falling chest was also very obvious.

The system had been tense all along.

It didn't care about anything else.

Apart from monitoring the host’s vital signs, it only focused on the bullet.

The bullet had been taken away by Guanfu.

The little yellow chicken looked at Chu Zu’s tightly closed eyes, and waited, and waited.

It couldn’t help but be scared.

It was very afraid that the host would never wake up again.

The little yellow chicken also thought of Sidney.

In Neon Crown, when Chu Zu was in a coma due to surgery, Sidney could only wait anxiously like this.

At that time, the little yellow chicken could still chat with the host in its consciousness.

The host had sighed countless times that Sidney was really a good child.

The little yellow chicken was a little jealous.

It thought to itself, isn’t it just waiting for someone to wake up?

He didn’t do anything else.

How did he get the host to care so much?

Now the little yellow chicken completely understood Sidney’s feelings.

Waiting with fear was too terrible.

You had to swallow all your worries.

You didn’t know where to put your hands and feet.

You wanted to get rid of the anxious situation, but you didn’t dare to leave for half a step.

If there was a prop that could guarantee the host’s life safety, no matter how expensive it was, the little yellow chicken would be willing to sell itself countless more times.

Even if the host would be angry and think that it didn’t keep its word, it didn’t matter.

The little yellow chicken was not afraid of the host getting angry.

It was afraid that he would really not wake up.

“You should believe in yourself more.”

Chu Zu said in a hoarse voice, “You are already a very amazing little chicken. You can do everything you want to do, even without my arrangements.”

The little yellow chicken: “You’re right. I was very reliable this time…”

“Mhm.”

Chu Zu propped himself up on the inner wall of the treatment pod, slowly climbed out, and then lifted the little yellow chicken onto his shoulder.

He took a moment to recover and had the system synchronize the current situation.

The system told Chu Zu that the final game had already begun, and both characters were being run by props.

Zu Qisheng had first gone to the exchange and had learned of the changes in the exchange.

Meng Yu'an and his colleagues had placed a bet together, betting all their assets on Zu Qian to win.

“I was originally going to give ‘Catch Me If You Can’ an instruction to have big Zu bet on little Zu to lose, but it judged on its own very quickly and placed a bet before the instruction was given… just like in the plot.”

The system was not very clear, “Big Zu has gotten back his feelings for his younger brother. Why would he still bet on him to lose? He doesn’t know little Zu’s savings. Isn’t he worried that he’ll go bankrupt? Or is there some other purpose?”

Chu Zu tried to clench and unclench his fist, trying to regain his senses as quickly as possible.

“He has no purpose… Zu Qisheng has already had a breakdown.”

The little yellow chicken: “Huh? Big Zu?”

Chu Zu said calmly: “He only felt regret after he got back what he had sold, and then he found that he couldn’t sell it again. Why wouldn’t big Zu have a breakdown?”

“All of big Zu’s decisions had nothing to do with feelings. When his feelings returned, all the empty places in the past would be suddenly filled…”

It seemed that this statement was too abstract.

Chu Zu gave an example.

“For example, I’ll tell you a story.”

“The protagonist of the story is very special. He died in an accident, and then he went back to his childhood after he died. When he grew up a little, he died in another accident… and then he was resurrected.”

“It just kept repeating like this, over and over again. No matter if he had tried to change the future, no matter if he wanted to die or not, he could only keep repeating the steps of dying and coming back to life, with no end—what do you think?”

The little yellow chicken said dryly: “That’s too miserable…”

Chu Zu nodded: “Then what if I told you that that person is me?”

The little yellow chicken immediately screamed: “No, no, no, I don’t want to hear such a story—!”

“Zu Qisheng is like this.”

Chu Zu felt that he had adapted enough and climbed out of the treatment pod.

The sea of consciousness was a mess.

The medical equipment that the system had bought was piled up everywhere.

The sofa that was originally for rest was like a murder scene.

Apart from the blood on the floor, there were actually also cat fur and chicken feathers.

Chu Zu touched his chest.

He always felt that it might not be very clean in there either.

He continued.

“Big Zu didn’t think there was anything wrong before. He even wanted to get back what he had lost. Now that his feelings have really returned, he has found that he had thought too simply, and he can’t stay out of it anymore.”

“He was the one who had caused everything. He had personally turned Zu Qian from a slow-witted fool into a bastard with a bad personality.”

His younger brother had already been "killed" by him, killed in a way that left no corpse.

He couldn't get back his former self, nor could he get back his former younger brother.

He wanted to say sorry to his younger brother, but even if he could hear "it's okay," it would not be spoken by the Zu Qian he had in mind.

There were only a few things that were important to Zu Qisheng.

He had personally destroyed them, and he didn’t even have a chance to be forgiven.

But he loved his younger brother.

Love is a very heavy thing.

A little bit of it can make a person breathless.

This was the reason why Zu Qisheng was destined to break down and go crazy.

When a person realizes that the current situation cannot be salvaged, they will feel an irreversible pain.

The returned feelings will also abruptly remind him, what good things have you done.

You had originally sold your feelings for the sake of "you," but you had been so arrogant as to forget the most fundamental purpose.

“…‘Catch Me If You Can’ judged that he couldn’t bear it. The human’s protective mechanism took effect, and he had a breakdown.”

Chu Zu said, “Apart from hurting himself, the only thing he could do was to hurt the person who made him uncomfortable. There’s a simpler summary—he just wanted to go for mutual destruction.”

The system gripped the host's shoulder, its heart aching.

It shouldn't be like this.

Zu Qisheng just wanted to live a good life with his younger brother, like all his peers, a life without effort.

Zu Qian also just followed his brother’s footsteps.

Although he was very stubborn and did things to the extreme, he had done everything that big Zu had told him to do.

The second economic law had created an opportunity for non-enterprises to also leave.

The third economic law had banned the overly excessive transactions, and had amplified the proportion of games.

Reducing draws was also reducing the hoarding of capital by the Financial Street.

The unfair rules were restricted, and the conditions for new players were improved.

It just needed some time to settle down.

After a few updates, the capable people would always find an opportunity to leave.

But Zu Qisheng had a breakdown now.

If he had a breakdown, Zu Qian couldn’t possibly be well.

“Host…”

The system turned its head and just happened to look into Chu Zu’s eyes, who was also looking at him with his head tilted.

The host’s eyes were not the usual silence.

He was still "recovering from a serious illness," but his scarlet eyes were filled with a familiar quiet and fierce heat.

“It shouldn’t be like this, right?”

Chu Zu said, “If he did the wrong thing at the wrong time, in the wrong place, then he will eventually face the price of all the mistakes stacked together.”

“But Zu Qisheng has been bound by a man-made ‘tragedy’ for most of his life. His struggles have been fruitless. He should also have a chance to salvage things. That would be fair.”

The system suddenly thought of a very cliché sentence: fate is often not fair.

But Chu Zu wanted fairness.

Just as he had said, this was his character.

If there was a tragedy, then he would destroy the tragedy.

If there was a fate, then he would fuck fate.

The system heard its chicken brain overload.

Chu Zu had helped him open Zu Qisheng’s setting collection.

It took out the thick, brick-like setting collection.

Apart from the large amount of space taken up by the worldview setting, in the prequel, among the main characters, the one with the fewest words was actually Zu Qisheng.

Since the factory, all of Zu Qisheng’s settings had been shown through Zu Qian’s setting collection.

So even though the plot had already developed to the end, Zu Qisheng’s page still only had a few lines.

The system had thought before that the host was just trying to save trouble.

Zu Qian’s setting could also bring out Zu Qisheng’s story at the same time, so there was no need to write it twice separately.

But it wasn't actually like that.

Chu Zu had intentionally left a blank space.

So now he could supplement Zu Qisheng’s real past.

A past that could be connected to the plot, that was completely plausible, that would not make him break down, but would instead bring him vitality.

The system watched as the host added four lines to the setting collection belonging to Zu Qisheng.

It was silent for a while, and quietly held back its tears.

It reminded him as requested.

“Target novel The Third Economic Law setting background has been added.”

“The new plot will be loaded in the form of personal experience. Please be prepared, Host.”

“Loading a new plot…”

***

"Russian Roulette" had no time limit.

Zu Qian pulled the trigger on himself without any hesitation.

A click.

The surrounding players had been holding their breath.

When they saw Zu Qian throw the gun back onto the table, unharmed, they remembered that they could breathe.

Basically all the players had bet on Yu Yan to win, just like Zu Qisheng. Zu Qian’s "survival" was undoubtedly bad news.

For a moment, all sorts of insults and annoyed complaints surrounded the entire octagon.

Unlike other games, in a life-and-death game, the players who had invested could openly curse people to death.

Without any personal grudges, just because of the odds that had been adjusted, a dispensable bet.

Yu Yan’s face was pale, and he picked up the gun with trembling hands.

The closest he had ever been to a firearm was probably when he had just entered university.

The outstanding students in military training could go to the army to experience it.

Yu Yan had originally had a chance.

He was excellent at marching, with a distinctive style.

But he had not been able to go because of a heatstroke.

This was the first time Yu Yan had touched a real gun.

He didn't know how to use a gun.

He actually needed Zu Qian to teach him hand-in-hand.

Zu Qian was very mischievous.

He had him hold the gun and aim it at his temple, his fingers on his fingers, faintly pressing down.

The force was not enough to pull the trigger, but it was enough to scare Yu Yan.

When Zu Qian let go, Yu Yan didn't hold it steady, and the gun fell directly to the ground.

The surrounding players became more and more dissatisfied, urging them not to dawdle and to die quickly.

There were a total of six bullets.

Even if it was the most dramatic, there were only five chances left.

If they wanted to do something, there were only five shots.

Guanfu could only think of one thing to do, which was to send the person who had been shot to the hospital as soon as the deadly bullet was fired, whether it was Yu Yan or Zu Qian.

This was not his stage.

“Has the Earth teacher not recovered yet?”

Guanfu thought that the current Zu Qian should not be the Earth teacher.

This Zu Qian had a crazy energy about him.

He had no purpose.

It was fine as long as he fired.

He just wanted to know the result of the game, and the result of his older brother's bet, whether it was a success or a failure.

“He’s in retrospection!”

The cowlick little yellow chicken suddenly raised its volume, “Zu Qisheng’s setting collection has been updated!”

Guanfu was stunned.

A retrospection now?

It was already at the end of the line, and the Earth teacher was still supplementing the settings?!

Guanfu immediately asked the cowlick little yellow chicken: “What did he supplement?”

The cowlick little yellow chicken: “The retrospection is not over yet. Only the settings that are confirmed to have happened in the retrospection will be synchronized to our side.”

As it spoke, the cowlick little yellow chicken took out the thick, brick-like setting collection.

Meng Yu'an was the protagonist in the literal sense.

Guanfu had the authority to view the big background settings and the setting collections of others.

On Zu Qisheng’s page, the extra line was:

(Zu Qisheng went to the exchange and figured out the rules of the exchange based on the quotes.)

The cowlick little yellow chicken was confused: “The Third Economic Law was revised by Zu Qian. He couldn't possibly not know the current rules of the exchange… are there still loopholes to be exploited?”

“There are no loopholes now… so he’s not testing the rules after the third economic law…”

Guanfu was a little dazed, “The Earth teacher is supplementing… the setting of when Zu Qisheng first went to the exchange to trade.”

“The setting can’t be changed after it’s written. What Zu Qisheng sold is a foregone conclusion, and the subsequent world supplementation is also based on the setting. He can’t—”

The cowlick little yellow chicken also realized where the "loophole" was.

It was on that almost blank setting page.

Guanfu: “The setting collection has never explicitly stated what Zu Qisheng sold either it was what he said himself, or it was Zu Qian’s speculation…”

Guanfu: “The world supplemented it by default, but what if what he sold was actually not ‘anxiety,’ ‘cowardice’… and ‘feelings for his younger brother’?”

The cowlick little yellow chicken was completely convinced, and it also knew why the superior next door was like a cancer, with a bad and hard temper.

It wasn't the superior next door's fault.

Any system that encountered such a host who was proficient in stepping on the line would have a few years taken off its life.

It had to be a big-hearted little yellow chicken, otherwise which system could stand it?

Anyway, the cowlick little yellow chicken definitely couldn't!!!

The cowlick little yellow chicken babbled: “What else could he have sold? What is something that is insignificant if lost to Zu Qisheng, and is rare, yet very precious?”

***

The furnishings of the exchange were spacious and boring.

The strong light made the NPC’s face pale.

Zu Qisheng’s face was even paler than the NPC’s.

Tonight, he had to gather all the game deposits.

Ten thousand for him, and ten thousand for Zu Qian.

Zu Qisheng had calculated it very clearly.

He and little Zu’s total savings were only five thousand three hundred and eighty-five.

They were still short fourteen thousand six hundred and fifteen.

In this way, life on the Financial Street was actually not much different from the real world.

It required him to calculate and plan bit by bit.

When there was really no other way, Zu Qisheng still had to take on the survival of the two brothers.

Now Zu Qisheng had two choices, either to take his savings and gamble, or to go to the exchange.

Zu Qisheng was very cautious.

He didn't gamble and chose the latter.

The players all said that the exchange was very fair.

The prices it gave were not biased, and there was no need to worry about being cheated.

So he had come to the exchange and was examining himself for the first time.

All things on the Financial Street could be turned into property, and so could the players.

Zu Qisheng was amazed.

No matter what he said, as long as it belonged to him, the NPC would give him an answer with a standard smile.

To get the deposit, he needed fifteen arms, six legs.

The head was more valuable, but there was only one, and it couldn't be sold.

He had figured out some rules from the exchange's quotes and had tentatively asked about more abstract and conceptual things.

Zu Qisheng asked: “How much is my ‘anxiety’ worth?”

Trader: “Currently, based on the market conditions, the purchase price we can offer for this item is 150,000. This is an assessment based on the current market demand and the specific condition of the item.”

Zu Qisheng: “How much is my ‘cowardice’ worth?”

Trader: “Currently, based on the market conditions, the purchase price we can offer for this item is 320,000. This is an assessment based on the current market demand and the specific condition of the item.”

Zu Qisheng: “How much are my feelings for Zu Qian worth?”

Trader: “Currently, based on the market conditions, the purchase price we can offer for this item is fifty-four million three hundred thousand. This is an assessment based on the current market demand and the specific condition of the item.”

Fifty-four million three hundred thousand.

What a small and valuable feeling.

That was the first time Zu Qisheng had known that he actually liked his younger brother.

Similarly, it was also the first time he had known that his feelings could be so indifferent.

He could say with certainty that the only person he cared about in this world was Zu Qian, but he didn’t think he liked him that much.

If even his feelings for his younger brother were so little, then there was no need to think about other things, and he couldn’t think of them either.

Just in case, Zu Qisheng had still asked about similar other things, such as his feelings for his parents, and his feelings for Officer Meng, who had taken care of him.

The trader had told him very sincerely that you cannot sell things that you do not have.

Zu Qisheng: “Then what about my feelings for myself?”

The trader’s smile remained the same: “You cannot sell things that you do not have.”

Zu Qisheng smiled.

He had asked a lot and had gotten a lot of quotes.

He needed to judge which things would not have an impact on him and Zu Qian, or rather, the impact would be very low.

A person has to keep adding things from birth.

The exchange, on the other hand, is about subtracting.

And the price that had to be paid was actually not just the loss itself.

Zu Qisheng knew best what kind of person he was.

Greedy, vulgar, and always packaging his actions with all sorts of presentable excuses.

He hadn't learned how to love himself, but he couldn't accept loss, unless he got more.

But the exchange was about losing, and what he got was meaningless currency.

He would regret it sooner or later.

No matter what he sold, he would regret it in the end, and he would blame it all on the only thing he could blame—his feelings for Zu Qian.

After all, he only liked this younger brother.

Liking and disliking, loving and hating were only a step apart.

Zu Qisheng was still too greedy.

He just didn't want to become like that.

He didn't want to be tortured by the things he had lost after he had lost them.

He'd better keep it.

His feelings for his stupid younger brother were little, but it was better than nothing.

Finally, he thought of something that was insignificant if lost, rare, yet very precious.

Zu Qisheng asked: “How much is my future worth?”

Perhaps the goods were too abstract and too difficult to measure.

The trader's assessment took a long time and he never gave a reply.

Zu Qisheng was convinced that it would be very, very valuable.

After all, he had felt since he was a child that he had no future.

His future had been picked up from the corners in countless sleepless nights of dry heaving.

It was dirty and rotten.

After wiping it, he could barely stuff it back into his chest.

He would also take it out to look at it from time to time, trying to see some clues, but he was always at a loss.

At that time, he would turn his head to look at the stupid younger brother at the table.

His younger brother had the same face as him, but he was cleaner, healthier, and loved to bare his teeth.

Zu Qian’s future was not valuable.

His future was valuable.

As expected, the trader also said: “Currently, based on the market conditions, the purchase price we can offer for this item is fifty-four million three hundred thousand. This is an assessment based on the current market demand and the specific condition of the item.”

Zu Qisheng’s future was actually of equal value to his feelings for his younger brother.

***

After the retrospection ended, Chu Zu immediately switched to the role of Zu Qisheng.

He was sitting on the sofa at home.

The surroundings were in a mess, and his heart was pounding.

He remembered seeing it in the mirror in the administrator’s room.

It was a small, black heart, weak and powerless.

Now it had returned to his chest and had resumed its supply, and was struggling desperately for survival.

The system was checking if the setting had taken effect.

Chu Zu immediately went out without a second thought, drove to the hospital at a breakneck speed, and called Meng Yu'an on the way.

“It’s the fourth shot. It’s Yu Yan’s turn again. No matter what you’re planning, you have to—”

“Brother Meng.”

Zu Qisheng called him, “You said that if I had any difficulties, I should contact you, and you would help if you could. Do you still mean it?”

Meng Yu'an was silent for two seconds: “You say it.”

Zu Qisheng didn't state his request.

He began to tell the story of that day.

His voice was a little distorted on the phone, and his tone was also strangely more real than before.

The volume was actually not high.

If you didn't listen carefully, it would be easily drowned out by the noise of the game center.

But Meng Yu'an could hear him very clearly.

“That night, I had to gather all the game deposits. Ten thousand for me, and ten thousand for little Zu. I went to the exchange.”

When Zu Qisheng said this, he paused.

Meng Yu'an heard the sound of grinding teeth, and then he continued to speak.

“Then I sold two things.”

Meng Yu'an: “...Two things?”

“Two things!”

The cowlick little yellow chicken spread out the setting collection that had just been synchronized in front of Guanfu.

(Zu Qisheng went to the exchange and figured out the rules of the exchange based on the quotes.)

(Zu Qisheng sold his own future.)

(Zu Qisheng wrote on his hand, what you sold was anxiety, cowardice, and your feelings for your younger brother.)

(Zu Qisheng sold his memories of the exchange.)

The cowlick little yellow chicken pieced everything together and quickly sorted out the situation for Guanfu.

“He’s too cunning.”

“Zu Qisheng first sold his future, and then he sold his memories, misleading himself into thinking that he had sold his feelings for his younger brother. This way, he would definitely not be resentful because of regret…”

“He was originally very indifferent to feelings. If he subconsciously thought that he had no feelings, then he could be ‘consistent inside and out’.”

“You said before that Zu Qisheng was strange. Of course he would be strange. He wasn't bewildered because he had lost his feelings. He hadn't lost them at all!”

“This pervert has always liked his younger brother. As long as he likes him, he will definitely be uncomfortable with his decision.”

“He summarized all his discomfort as bewilderment—bewilderment my ass. He just didn't want to hate Zu Qian. He wouldn't hate him even if he was in pain himself!”

In Guanfu’s silence, the other end of the line continued to speak.

“My future, and my memories of selling my future. But little Zu found them back for me—I remember everything.”

When he said this, Zu Qisheng’s tone was very plain and tired, as if he were telling someone else’s story.

“I sold very simple things, and now I’ve gotten them back,” to that boring extent.

“That fool, he didn’t have to get these things back for me. He should have gotten his own things back. Brother Meng, did you bet on Yu Yan to win?”

Meng Yu'an said with difficulty: “Yes.”

“Yu Yan will lose.”

Zu Qisheng said, “If I bet on little Zu to lose, then he will definitely win. He doesn’t know if I’ll go bankrupt if I lose, but he thinks that if I win, I will definitely leave Financial Street, leave him.”

“He has been playing with revolvers since he was a child. As soon as he touches the gun, he knows which shot it will be.”

“And he has to win. If he wins, you will have enough funds to leave.”

Meng Yu'an: “Is it… that important whether I win or not?”

He actually wanted to ask, is it more important than the lives of Zu Qian, you, and Yu Yan?

“Yu Yan won’t die—it was Zu Qian who sent you out. He knows your identity, knows the conditions for leaving. It was he who exchanged my bankruptcy for your departure—is this not enough of a reason for him to stand on his own in the real world?”

Meng Yu'an: “...”

Zu Qisheng: “If it’s not enough, I can add more chips. I’ve already had Yu Yan create sufficiently perfect conditions on the Financial Street, and I’m just waiting for your people to take over at any time.”

He said, “I can take responsibility for the deaths of all the players. The only one who has been reckless is me. As long as you need someone to take the blame, I can be that person at any time.”

In the game, Yu Yan had fired the fourth shot—a blank.

Now the chances for both of them were fifty-fifty.

But in Zu Qisheng’s view, there was actually only one result.

Zu Qisheng was still speeding.

He had to be fast enough to get to the hospital and into the game center so that he could take remedial measures the moment the game ended.

Meng Yu'an understood what Zu Qisheng meant.

He knew that his younger brother had become a person who was not accepted by society.

It was a great opportunity to negotiate with the Financial Street.

Zu Qian had used the opportunity to get back what was lost on Zu Qisheng, while he himself was forever incomplete.

Zu Qisheng wanted his younger brother to leave, no matter what, but he wouldn't leave.

The only possibility was for the Financial Street to be completely destroyed.

But Zu Qisheng couldn't do that.

He knew who could.

For example, the person who had once traveled thousands of miles and crossed national borders to save the brothers, and the pillar behind him.

Compared to indirectly causing the players to go bankrupt, Zu Qian had actually carried out various atrocities.

They had also discussed it before.

Under the rules of the real world, Zu Qian would not have any good outcome.

The Financial Street would be dealt with sooner or later, if not by Meng Yu'an, then by others.

Zu Qisheng wanted to create some kind of possibility for his younger brother.

If he could gamble his life for you, if I could give my all for you, could you help him find a home in the real world and let him live a good life?

This was Zu Qisheng’s only request.

Meng Yu'an actually didn't know the two Zu brothers at all.

His understanding of Zu Qian was based on his file, and on what Zu Qisheng had said.

He knew a little more about Zu Qisheng, but only a little.

If you just looked at the file, or got the information from the consultant, you could only vaguely see some one-sided characteristics.

When more details were narrated by a human voice, these characteristics grew flesh and blood, and became full with the narrator's gentle tone and manner.

Reading words and listening to emotions were completely different.

Meng Yu'an had never heard Zu Qisheng’s almost out-of-control voice.

It was very hoarse, fast, and urgent, without his usual composure, as if he were about to die at any moment.

His voice added color to him.

The colors overlapped and were smeared, turning into a deep red.

Meng Yu'an originally couldn't give a reply.

He couldn't say for sure, and if he left, he wouldn't have the confidence to come back.

The Financial Street was a very terrifying place.

You wouldn't think there was anything wrong here.

You wouldn't even realize that you had changed after being subtly influenced to the extreme.

For example, his colleague, who was now staring fixedly at the result of the game, eagerly looking forward to someone's death.

And the fifth shot, when Zu Qian pulled the trigger, the sound of the blank shot was accompanied by Meng Yu'an’s answer.

“I will come back and save you, both of you.”

In the live broadcast of the game, Zu Qian was holding a revolver with a leisurely air, with a faint smile on his face.

The harsh sound of the screeching brakes in the phone and the furious roars of the players were mixed together.

“I promise.”

Meng Yu'an said, “But Yu Yan can’t die, absolutely not.”

Zu Qisheng said: “Okay.”

There was still one bullet left in the gun.

Next was Yu Yan’s turn.

Yu Yan was about to faint.

***

“Little Yu looks so nervous.”

Chu Zu said.

System: “Host… little Yu might be more than just nervous.”

After Zu Qisheng arrived at the hospital, Chu Zu immediately switched to Zu Qian.

There was no difficulty in a game related to firearms.

A bullet had weight, and "Master Wang" could make an accurate judgment.

To take a step back, there was also the system.

Wouldn't it be simple to scan a revolver?

The rules of the game had defined every step.

It wasn't impossible to force a draw, or to do some violations, but it was actually unnecessary.

The "win/loss judgment" was written like this:

The player who triggers the firing of the bullet is the loser.

The other surviving player is the winner.

This judgment was not accurate.

Even if you shot yourself in the temple, there was a small probability of a misfire or a burst.

And there were many sayings about whether a person who was shot would die immediately.

Then what if no bullet was fired after six shots?

What if there was no so-called other surviving party?

The third economic law stipulated that the game settings would be dynamically adjusted based on the specific draw rate and player feedback.

If there was a bug with the props, it was not the player's responsibility.

At this time, a draw was a typical case of the house violating the rules in order to win all.

The Financial Street would not have a draw.

It would only make up for the rules.

The little yellow chicken had already listed a long list of ways to interfere with the firing of the revolver for Chu Zu and had entered it into "Master Wang."

It was absolutely hidden and did not violate any existing regulations.

“Don’t be nervous.”

"Master Wang" had disabled the revolver's cylinder locking mechanism in a few moves.

Chu Zu placed the gun on the table and nodded at Yu Yan.

“Hurry up. It’s your turn.”

Yu Yan picked up the gun, which could not be fired, with trembling hands.

He was probably brewing his last words in his mind.

The surrounding players were about to overturn the place.

He was immersed in his own grief and despair, and he didn't move for a long time.

Chu Zu waited patiently.

The system also waited with him.

After the setting was revised, "Catch Me If You Can" also made an adjustment.

Zu Qisheng had returned to normal.

The plot and the character design still made sense.

The system was still a little puzzled.

Why would the host choose to sell his "future."

Yu Yan didn't move for a while, so it simply asked.

Chu Zu: “These two brothers originally had no future. The main story directly stated that they were already dead, and all their forces were taken over by Meng Yu'an.”

The little yellow chicken reluctantly nodded.

Understood, that’s why the offer for Zu Qisheng’s “future” was so high.

“But now Zu Qian has bought back what his brother had sold. His ‘future’ has come back—this has become a matter that is acknowledged by the setting collection.”

Chu Zu said, “The future is too ethereal, but the readers will remember this.”

How do we judge if a person has a future?

It’s hard to say, but for a character that only exists on paper, it’s very direct.

He just needs to be seen by the readers, and be hoped to be seen by the readers.

When Zu Qisheng sold his future, and then got it back after two revisions of the economic law, and he only explained it at the very end—wasn’t that enough to make the readers remember?

“Zu Qisheng’s plot can be summarized very simply. He first lost, then lost, and finally lost.”

Chu Zu said, “From the very beginning of the prequel, the readers knew that he was a person with no future. There was no place for him in the main story. Now he should have one. How to have it, that’s something the author needs to consider.”

The little yellow chicken had a sudden realization: “You are putting pressure on the author giving the author a suggestion!”

Chu Zu nodded: “A suggestion.”

To be honest, Chu Zu didn’t think that the author would bring out the two brothers again in the main story.

It would be too difficult to handle two characters who were involved in the reform of the economic law.

He also didn’t need to have the two characters really show up.

He just needed them to live in the background.

This was just a matter of the author’s whim.

Chu Zu just treated the exchange as a safe.

In the several years from selling to reclaiming, the Financial Street had helped him to keep his "future."

That black heart was about to stop beating, and now it had returned to his chest.

Chu Zu couldn't have made it clear at the beginning.

At that time, the specialist on the other side was still a fool who was full of the idea of tragedy.

It was very likely that something would go wrong.

Only by ensuring that the specialist on the other side was of sound mind—and now it seemed that he was not only of sound mind, but also very positive and healthy, and surprisingly excellent—would Chu Zu write this setting clearly.

“But it’s also possible that the readers don’t care about these things. In any case, I’ve done everything I can.”

Chu Zu glanced at Yu Yan and corrected himself, “Oh, there’s still little Yu—why is he still trembling?”

The little yellow chicken: “Why don’t you smile at him? I think he’s under a lot of pressure right now.”

Chu Zu: “Then he would be scared to death, right?”

The little yellow chicken: “...”

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