Chapter 32: The 32nd Day of Livestream Selling
The bell rang at midnight.
Amid the hosts’ countdown of five, four, three, two, one, the tangyuan at Lin Zhao’s house were put into the pot right on time. Whether spiritual energy revived or not, whether the world evolved or not, on this New Year’s Eve night, each of them still had to eat a few tangyuan that represented reunion.
Amid the fireworks and firecrackers filling the sky, Lin Zhao’s phone began ringing nonstop.
Among all kinds of New Year greeting messages was a transfer that looked incredibly unbelievable.
Calling it unbelievable was not exactly that exaggerated. It was more like this: after the New Year, you were twenty-seven years old, and you received twenty-seven transfers of ten thousand each.
To say there was absolutely no connection between those two things—no matter how one looked at it, that did not seem very possible.
However, the transfer had not been sent directly to Lin Zhao’s Alipay or WeChat. It came from a communications app whose icon was a cosmic star, which gave Lin Zhao some clues.
He tapped it open, and sure enough, it was from Brother Boss, paired with a single sentence: “Happy New Year.”
A series of frequent transfers.
It was unbelievable that the platform had not limited the amount.
You developed 3S region people really were doing whatever you wanted.
Although he knew Brother Boss and his sister were both rich, Lin Zhao was still shocked by how lavish the other party was every single time. One had to know that in their Jiangzuo, New Year red envelopes were ten or twenty yuan every year. Even his aunt, who especially loved him, only gave fifty.
Although he had heard legends of New Year’s money being two thousand or ten thousand when he was in the northern city of Yongji, he had never actually seen the real money.
On the communications app, there were two methods: red envelopes and transfers. Brother Boss had chosen transfers. Whether Lin Zhao clicked them open or not, the money would go directly into his account, giving him no chance to refuse at all.
Lin Zhao hurriedly sent Brother Boss a message:
[Boss, Happy New Year.]
Then, while he was still typing the second message, Brother Boss’s telepathic explanation had already come in.
He said this was a New Year tradition in their country. Although Yasa did not celebrate New Year on this day, they did have a New Year too. They would give money one payment at a time based on age multiplied by ten. Some families multiplied by a hundred, or even higher. It depended entirely on each person’s situation.
Their family tradition was multiplying by ten thousand, but because he was afraid Lin Zhao would think the amount was too large and refuse, Reinhardt had originally only planned to multiply by a thousand.
When sending it in the livestream room in the form of gifts, he had very ceremoniously calculated Lin Zhao’s platform share and taxes, wanting to give him twenty-seven thousand in actual take-home amount. In the end, before he happily finished sending the gifts, Lin Zhao had already ended the stream.
It was exactly the same as Lin Zhao’s usual style: he went live when he wanted, and ended the stream when he wanted. The only difference was that before ending the stream, he had drawn all the lucky bags he had planned to send out afterward in one go. Even Reinhardt’s executive adjutant Carlos had won a four-cup set from Chagee amid this dense frenzy of lucky bags.
But Reinhardt not only did not win anything, he also heard the most crucial sentence that happened in Lin Zhao’s living room before the stream ended:
“I missed you.”
1114’s camera could apply specific shielding. The privacy of cousin Lin Xiang and the colleagues he had brought back was very well protected. Aside from one blurry sentence, the audience saw nothing.
But for His Highness Reinhardt, this was probably the most distressing part.
Who was it? On what grounds could he open his mouth and say “I missed you”?
He—he had known Linlin for so long, and he had never said it.
“‘Brother.’ That person said ‘brother.’ Are you not going home to spend New Year with your imperial brother and sister?” Carlos hurriedly stopped Reinhardt, who looked like he was about to go berserk.
“No.” Reinhardt hated New Year the most, because members of the royal family always had a fixed segment where they had to stand on the east-wing royal balcony, wearing formal dress and sashes, and make an appearance as fake-smile dolls.
He had hated smiling ever since he was a child, and he was always the one criticized most by the media. Ever since he joined the Second Legion and gained military duties as an excuse, he had never gone back again.
“My imperial brother loves smiling. Let him smile enough.”
Carlos: “…”
Your brother is truly blessed to have you.
Carlos said, “I’ll give you all the milk tea I won! They’re all yours!”
His Highness Reinhardt was finally satisfied. Although he actually did not like sweets at all, nor did he like dairy products, he still carried some secret and petty emotion as he drank all four cups of Orchid Oolong in one go.
Then…
His eyes opened as wide as bronze bells, and stayed open until midnight.
According to Reinhardt’s healthy and stable routine, he would normally have long since gone to sleep at this hour. But today, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night. In the end, he decided to crawl back up and transfer money to Lin Zhao with great force.
To hell with twenty-seven thousand. He would send it according to their family tradition: ten thousand each time, twenty-seven times in total. Once the transfers were done, His Highness the royal younger brother finally felt his anger smooth out a little.
And when he saw the message Lin Zhao sent him, he became even happier.
Because Lin Zhao did not return his money. He only asked:
[Boss, have you eaten New Year tangyuan?]
No. Reinhardt had originally planned to reply like this, but after quickly typing it out, he quickly deleted it again. Because he thought of the little life wisdom Carlos had taught him: if you took out even a little of the shady green-tea energy you use when complaining, you would not be without a wife.
He decided to make a small attempt tonight.
[…I don’t know how to make them.]
Then Reinhardt received matcha tangyuan that Lin Zhao personally went to the kitchen to cook. Only he had them!
There was also a sentence from Lin Zhao:
[In these tangyuan, I added some medicine from our side that’s beneficial to the body. I guarantee it won’t harm you. Please trust me. It might just feel a little uncomfortable. Uh, of course, you don’t have to drink it either. I just…]
He really did not want to accept such a large New Year sum, but he also felt that if he refused, Brother Boss might not be happy either. So he thought of this compromise.
Using two hundred and forty thousand of it, he exchanged a tube of body restoration medicine for Brother Boss too.
As for whether Brother Boss drank it or not, that was outside Lin Zhao’s scope of concern. He still had his younger brother’s matter to handle. This really was an overly busy night.
And Reinhardt was absolutely impossible not to drink it. Even if Lin Zhao poisoned him, he would probably drink it without changing expression.
After all, the strong bodies of Yasa people were not just for show. Most toxins in the universe had no effect on them. They were among the most perfectly evolved intelligent beings.
After finishing the bowl, Reinhardt only felt it warming his heart and stomach, along with the coolness of mint.
He just did not know whether his body still was not strong enough, because after drinking the tangyuan soup, his body sweated slightly. In the background, the warship AI sounded an alarm, and the adjutant Carlos, who rushed over after hearing the news, was so frightened he let out a sharp scream:
“This is a little sweat? Where’s the treatment pod?”
Of course, the facts proved that Reinhardt was still very strong. Nothing happened to him, and the examination afterward showed that he was healthier than ever before.
Even that previous feeling where he could not sleep no matter how he tried—his body tired but his mind awake—was gone. His heart and eyes were filled only with the thought that the tangyuan Linlin cooked were so sweet.
Carlos: “…”
Don’t love him too much, seriously.
After the firecrackers continued endlessly, Lin Xiang finally took out the catalyst.
Mm. Lin Zhao had misunderstood. His brother’s method of gaining abilities was not the common type in most novels where one tube of medicine went down, then the person got a fever and awakened.
Instead, it was like a scam health product for middle-aged and elderly people. First, he took out an instrument that looked like a thermometer gun from the black case. Then he took out a receiver, and a very heavy, ancient-looking laptop.
According to Lin Xiang’s explanation, this used some kind of low-intensity quantum sensing to first scan the order of their brain and neuron activity. After establishing a “consciousness-neural fluctuation map,” it then used something in the air to establish a controllable, high-concentration natural energy field within a small range, allowing the catalyst to generate guiding pulses in harmonic resonance with their own neural fluctuations, thus resonating and pushing open the door to DNA awakening.
Before Lin Zhao and Aunt Lin could tell him to speak human language, Dr. Lin had thoughtfully provided another analogy.
“It’s like using one tuning fork. After finding a specific frequency, you use it to resonate with another tuning fork.”
This time, Lin Zhao and his aunt barely understood.
So they were two forks.
Lin Xiang: “…”
Fork A asked, “Then what should we do now?”
Fork B asked, “Should I change clothes first? This New Year qipao of mine was specially ordered from an old master in Gusu. It was quite expensive.”
The son of the fork could only say, “Neither of you move, thank you. We need to check first and see whether your bodies are suitable, or rather, whether they can withstand this resonance.”
Although this version of the catalyst produced by their laboratory was already the gentlest and most harmless, some people were temporarily not very suitable for awakening. Using it would not only be meaningless, it could also be harmful. They had to first confirm their physical condition.
Oh, oh. Then fine, check away.
The two Lin-surnamed aunt and nephew nodded, super cooperative.
Then…
Ms. Lin Mingzhu looked in confusion as her son, after scanning them, stared at the screen with an increasingly ugly expression. Her heart could not help tightening. Could there be something wrong with her body?
In this regard, Ms. Lin was actually quite open-minded. After all, she was already in her fifties and about to retire. Her body having some problems here and there would be normal.
“Xiangxiang, if there’s any problem, just say it directly. Mom can take it.”
But Lin Xiang’s expression remained that ugly, because this might really be something his mother could not take.
It was not that his mother had a problem. In fact, Ms. Lin was extremely healthy.
Just like that saying: the streets are full of energetic elderly people, and lifeless young people.
Lin Zhao seemed to sense something and was the first to see that familiar gene scan.
Where was it familiar?
He had seen it on his terminal illness report at the hospital. One could not say it was exactly the same, but there was not much difference.
He could even clearly recall that day.
He had been sitting in an office at a Grade-A tertiary hospital, listening to the gray-haired chief expert ask him whether his family had accompanied him to the examination. He had said expressionlessly that he was an orphan, and that his parents had long since passed away in an accident. If there was anything, the doctor could tell him directly.
After that, the doctor’s eyes had held that hesitant sigh.
It was the kind of sigh where, at his age, if he were in a company, senior management would feel he was already on the edge of optimization; while doctors would say, “You’re still so young. What a pity.”
The expert in the white coat patiently explained to him step by step:
“This is your whole-genome deep sequencing. The red-marked areas represent regions where abnormal mutations and loss of epigenetic modification are occurring. Human cells rely on reading DNA information to know ‘who they are’ and ‘what they should do.’ But now, this information is beginning to become blurred and contradictory.”
“Your body is gradually losing its most basic organization.”
“Then what can I do?” he heard himself ask the doctor.
After staying silent for a long, long time, the doctor said to him:
“Be kinder to yourself.”
Author’s Note:
Nonsense Mini Theater:
Lin Zhao: Later, I was very good to myself! I went out and immediately fired my bastard boss!
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