A Novelist’s Guide to Side Character Survival Chapter 113: "We won the bet!!!"

Yu Yan'

s thin arms couldn'

t lift the heavy revolver.

The octagon cage was too noisy.

The ga room, which was originally infinitely expandable to accommodate countless spectators, was made cramped and inescapable by these very players surrounding it.

Yu Yan had finally mustered up so strength, but it completely collapsed when Zu Qi'

an walked around the table and approached.

He was clutching the gun and trembling, his legs shaking inside his pants.

Zu Qi'

an sat directly on the table, leisurely crossing his legs, and gestured to him with his chin:

"Hurry up and shoot. You'

re going to die anyway. If you do it yourself, I can win five thousand. If I help you, it'

ll be a violation, and the Financial Street will get all the money."

The surrounding players, however, were not as "reasonable" as Zu Qi'

an.

They couldn'

t wait for Zu Qi'

an to violate the rules now.

They had already lost their bets, and rather than letting a few players make a profit, they would rather hope Zu Qi'

an would do sothing stupid so the house could take everything.

The main idea was that no one should have a good ti.

This was the part Yu Yan didn'

t understand the most.

He had always thought Little Zu was the most incomprehensible kid, but at certain monts, the players who were far less difficult than Little Zu would reveal a puzzling side.

Just a little while ago, they were still frantically trying to show the Financial Street the "dignity" of players.

How long had it been?

How could they do it so cleanly and turn their hostility towards an unnad player, just because he was the person on the other side of the poker table?

The octagon cage trapped two people, demanding they fight to the death here.

The Financial Street trapped countless players, demanding they devour each other inside.

Then the gold coins could accommodate more corpses.

Wasn'

t this a simple matter?

Even he, a college student who hadn'

t been out of school for long, could see it.

Why couldn'

t these adults, who were many years older than him and prided themselves on being able to teach him about life and society, see it?

Zu Qi'

an poked his arm, truly like an ordinary eighteen-year-old boy: "Stop thinking. Are you sighing about life again? Don'

t be like my brother. He thinks too much and ends up going crazy. You don'

t even have a life left, what'

s the point of thinking about all this?"

Yu Yan: "...Do you know that a lot of tis, I actually want to punch you twice?"

Zu Qi'

an smiled brightly: "I know."

"You know my ass..."

Yu Yan mumbled.

He didn'

t seem to be that afraid anymore.

Zu Qi'

an was actually right.

If he was really going to die, if he lost, Zu Qi'

an could still take five thousand.

Yu Yan had never considered a draw.

It was the sa in the previous ga.

Zu Qi'

an didn'

t like to lose or accept a draw.

He would rather slice off his hand than bet on how the rules would be judged, let alone now.

He was practically certain of victory.

If the boss wanted him to win, he would find a way to win.

Now that he was truly in his rebellious phase, if the boss didn'

t want him to win, he wanted to win even more.

Yu Yan swallowed, awkwardly raising the gun and pointing the barrel at his own temple.

"That..."

Yu Yan said, "I have a lot of confidence in you and the boss... you'

ll definitely be able to leave..."

"And then?"

"My parents might still be waiting for at ho... could you guys help take care of them?"

Seeing Zu Qi'

an raise his eyebrows but not tell him to shut up, Yu Yan felt there was a chance, and his tongue beca more agile.

"My parents are very easy to talk to. Just tell them I'

m your classmate and that I went to work, just say that for now. Detective ng and the others will handle it sooner or later... like, finding them and telling them I'

m dead or sothing..."

"My family'

s financial situation is average, but the environnt is quite good! The old neighborhood has a mountain behind it, you can go on a picnic or fishing whenever you want, and the prices are low. Just think of it as a vacation!"

Zu Qi'

an: "Just talk, why are you crying?"

Yu Yan licked his lips;

they were indeed salty.

He wasn'

t very good with guns.

Even after Zu Qi'

an taught him, he was still clumsy and had to hold it with both hands, leaving no extra hand to wipe his face.

The last ti he cried was in front of the boss.

The boss was always calm, as if it was normal for him to cry and strange if he didn'

t.

At that ti, Yu Yan didn'

t feel embarrassed, but now he was surrounded by people, and he was very self-conscious, feeling that his crying was pathetic.

He was about the sa age as the boss, older than Little Zu, but these two brothers were always so decisive in everything they did, unlike him.

Unlike him, the reason he ca to the Financial Street was so stupid, and after coming here, he was deceived, and his luck in gas was terrible.

Little Zu was already being very fair, but he couldn'

t face the ga results with equanimity.

"I don'

t want to cry either..."

Yu Yan choked out, "The boss will definitely let you go first. As soon as I think you might not care about my parents'

lives at all, I can'

t hold it in. They'

re getting old, and if they fall, there'

ll be no one to call for an ambulance... My family'

s environnt is really quite good..."

"Are you sick? You want to take care of your parents?"

Zu Qi'

an looked at his crumpled face with so disgust and moved a little farther away.

"I hate it when people talk about their parents. It'

s so low-class."

Yu Yan cried tearfully for a long ti.

He could only console himself that although Little Zu was a piece of work, the boss was a good person.

After leaving here, he wouldn'

t be short on money and might rember his forr right-hand man and incidentally go check on his parents.

Moreover, the players outside the octagon cage were getting more and more chaotic.

They didn'

t dare to show obvious opinions against Zu Qi'

an, afraid of being dealt with after the ga ended, but they didn'

t care about him so much.

At this mont, Yu Yan suddenly saw a figure among the players.

He was face-blind, but he rembered the features he had spent ti morizing.

When their eyes t, both were stunned.

Yu Yan'

s face was still a ss of tears and snot, while the other person'

s originally angry and distorted expression slowly turned into a strange, unmoving smile.

"Little Zu..."

Yu Yan'

s voice trembled.

"If I go bankrupt now, will it be considered a forced draw... or will it be considered your win?"

Zu Qi'

an followed his gaze.

"Boss Sui?!"

The system let out a surprised cry, "Why is it him!!!"

Chu Zu imdiately began to liquidate Little Zu'

s savings.

Yu Yan owed Boss Sui a huge sum of money, which could have been ignored.

Boss Sui would never have been able to file for arbitration.

But now, all the players knew that Yu Yan was dood to die.

Yu Yan was dood to die, but if he died because he was bankrupted by arbitration, how would the ga'

s outco be determined?

Now that the players'

emotions were running high, they would rather have a draw than have a player get rich from this opportunity.

They had already experienced Zu Qisheng taking away their betting money.

Even though it was their own action, since they didn'

t get any benefits, they naturally held a grudge against Zu Qisheng.

The resentnt for the lost betting money and the dissatisfaction with Zu Qisheng would all be vented on Yu Yan.

Boss Sui would definitely apply for arbitration at this ti.

He still wouldn'

t get any benefits.

Yu Yan didn'

t have that much wealth, and he wouldn'

t be able to recover the loan, but he was willing to do anything to harm others.

"It'

s my fault, I didn'

t consider this kind of low-probability event... How much was the fine for Little Zu'

s last injury?"

The system quickly reported a number.

"How much does Yu Yan owe?"

The system reported another number.

Chu Zu didn'

t think for long.

He directly and forcefully grabbed Yu Yan'

s hand and snatched the revolver from him.

Chu Zu had previously handled the chamber-locking chanism, and the loose spring could not fix the revolver'

s cylinder, ensuring it couldn'

t fire.

Now, he simply and neatly dismantled the gun body and restored the problematic part.

Chu Zu flicked his wrist and, at the sa ti, looked up.

The rules hadn'

t changed, and there was no notification of a violation.

With a click, the revolver was brand new in his hand.

The whole process took no more than three seconds.

Then, Chu Zu forcibly grabbed Yu Yan'

s left hand.

Yu Yan shivered, realizing after the fact that the gun was now held in his hand by force, and Zu Qi'

an'

s finger was pressed against his finger on the trigger.

Chu Zu lowered his head to look at him: "Don'

t move."

Yu Yan couldn'

t take it anymore and shouted, "I'

ll shoot, I'

ll shoot myself!"

"Don'

t move," Chu Zu said.

Yu Yan: "I really can'

t stand you... I don'

t understand what you'

re thinking. The boss should have sent you to school. With a personality like yours, you'

d be taught a lesson in three days..."

"I used to teach others lessons when I was in school."

Chu Zu had the system keep a close eye on Boss Sui'

s actions and said, "I told you not to move, so don'

t move. You'

ve profited this ti. Practice cooking instant noodles and grilling sausages more often. I think your luck improved because of this skill."

Yu Yan was utterly devastated: "I'

m about to die, and you'

re still humiliating !!!"

"Seriously."

Chu Zu said, "I don'

t complint people. You'

re the first."

The little yellow chicken gave a warning at this mont: "He'

s applying for arbitration!!!"

In that instant, Chu Zu pressed Yu Yan'

s finger down.

With a loud bang, the bullet fired.

Yu Yan was completely drained of strength and should have collapsed to the ground, but Chu Zu didn'

t let go.

Instead, he grabbed him even tighter.

He had been sitting on the table and simply pulled Yu Yan'

s head onto his knees with force.

Vibrant electronic fireworks appeared in the air of the octagon cage, and familiar music began to celebrate, drowning out the players'

voices.

Zu Qi'

an'

s na appeared in the winner'

s column.

The audience had no idea what had happened.

The shot was completely without warning.

They only saw Zu Qi'

an suddenly make a move, then a gunshot rang out, Yu Yan fell, and the ga ended.

But there was no blood;

not a single drop could be seen in the entire octagon cage.

If any player who wasn'

t giving up wanted to find clues, they could see a bullet hole in the table in the center of the octagon cage, with the bullet passing through it and finally embedding itself in the ground.

About three or four seconds later, sothing incredible happened.

Yu Yan, who should have died, raised his head from Zu Qi'

an'

s arms, his face full of confusion.

"I... why am I not dead yet?"

Only then did Zu Qi'

an release his hand and move back a bit: "Because you'

re too annoying, and I don'

t want to go to a desolate place to take care of your old folks."

He tsked, "Now I'

m your creditor, you have to quit your job with my brother, you hear ?"

"We won the bet!!!"

In the sea of consciousness, the little yellow chicken was overjoyed, also pulling out electronic fireworks to celebrate, just like in the ga.

It circled the host, giggling endlessly.

It hadn'

t been this happy since coming to The Third Economic Law.

It had to be happy!

The rules for judging "Russian Roulette" were only two:

The player who triggers the bullet to fire is the loser.

The other player who survives is the winner.

Yu Yan triggered the bullet to fire, but under the host'

s control, the bullet'

s trajectory was shifted.

At that mont, Boss Sui applied for arbitration, and Yu Yan was declared bankrupt.

In the Financial Street'

s judgnt, Yu Yan was already "dead."

But Little Zu had just lent him a sum of money, enough to pay off his debt to Boss Sui.

As long as the timing was perfect, all of this could be considered to have happened at the sa ti.

To be precise, there was no such thing as several events happening simultaneously to the exact millisecond.

If it were a machine, it would depend on the machine'

s operating speed.

The Financial Street'

s operating speed was not as fast as the system'

s.

In terms of speed, the little yellow chicken was invincible.

This directly allowed Chu Zu to exploit a BUG.

According to the ga'

s judgnt, Yu Yan died, and Zu Qi'

an won.

According to the Financial Street'

s operating speed, the ti Yu Yan was declared bankrupt was after he borrowed the money, so it could only automatically reclaim Yu Yan'

s existing huge deposit.

Chu Zu also had to admit it was a gamble.

The plan was a plan, and the arrangents were arrangents.

Whether the logic of the entire process would follow his intentions was another matter.

However, Chu Zu also felt that his chances of winning were very high.

"Definitely high! Now that the stupid specialist isn'

t here, Guanfu-laoshi is reliable and proactive, and the world'

s direction is very normal!"

The little yellow chicken said, "There aren'

t that many tragedies in the world to begin with. We can'

t be so unlucky as to run into all the bad things, right!"

It flew onto the host'

s shoulder and rubbed against it: "We'

ll get better and better. This is called rock bottom and a coback!"

Chu Zu'

s neck felt ticklish from the rubbing, and he also smiled: "Yes, we'

ll get better and better."

System: "Mhm."

System: "It'

s all over now. Do you want to arrange the next plot? Big Zu can enter the ga at any ti, and ng Yu'

an is also waiting outside."

"No need," Chu Zu said.

"Just apply for settlent, leave the '

Catch If You Can'

behind, and I'

ll exit. The rest will be handled by Guanfu."

"ng Yu'

an will leave soon, and the two brothers should also slowly fade from the players'

sight."

"The readers don'

t need to know what kind of relationship they'

ll maintain, where they went, or why they disappeared or were rumored to have died in the main story. A little bit of anticipation is enough."

"If the author hasn'

t figured out how to handle the side characters, then let them remain side. That'

s safer."

He lowered his eyes, his voice softening a bit, "And I'

m a little tired."

The little yellow chicken said nervously: "Is your wound still hurting?"

Chu Zu: "It'

s a little itchy. I suspect there'

s chicken feathers in it."

System: "...Even if there is, it'

s cat hair! I'

m a very hygienic little yellow chicken!"

Chu Zu pursed his lips in a smile: "Okay, then it'

s cat hair. You'

re a very hygienic little yellow chicken."

Although he said he was tired and needed rest, after leaving The Third Economic Law, Chu Zu just lay on the new sofa for a little while and then had the system bring up the reader forum.

The system was still busy with all sorts of things, including but not limited to the wrath of the little featherhead chickens, Guanfu'

s heartfelt email, and the settlent of three task rewards.

Hearing the host'

s request, the little yellow chicken put everything else on hold, fluttered onto the sofa, and skillfully found its spot on the host'

s lap.

It brought up the panel.

Topic: [REPORT—Zu Qi'

an, the despicable scumbag, swindled the Loser'

s Cup prize money to buy his brother a future]

I'

m speechless.

Just yesterday, Little Zu was the champion of the Financial Street'

s Loser'

s Cup, crushing the eighteen female leads from the main story, and today you'

re telling his brother never even turned against him?

[Pure short warrior attack] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:16:35

Last night, I witnessed the champion and runner-up'

s battle.

Our champion, Mr. Zu Qi'

an'

s acceptance speech:

“Brother, no one in the Financial Street is more useful than …Brother, if you don'

t say it hurts, how would I know I went too far... You know my brother, I can'

t stand it when he looks at with that expression... Brother, when have you ever cared about how I feel... Brother, can you be sick forever... My brother is having a mont now, hehe... So you still like quite a bit. “

I thought you liked my brother more.

[Black Friday Discount Inbound] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:17:16

They'

re like a couple on a divorce reality show getting tons of traffic, and then a year later, they say they never even broke up.

[Angry and powerless] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:17:48

It'

s so terrifying.

Little Zu is a patriarchal, clingy, and has a natural brotherly buff/debuff, and then you say it'

s actually a two-way street.

[Buddha doesn'

t save fools] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:17:59

This title isn'

t very accurate.

I suspect Zu Qi'

an didn'

t just swindle the prize money;

he also sold the Loser'

s Cup championship to help his brother raise money to buy a future.

[Swearing causes mouth ulcers] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:18:34

Now that you ntion it, the Loser'

s Cup trophy'

s value is rising.

[Aha] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:19:41

My roommate and I finished The Third Economic Law: Can he not form a sentence without the word "brother"?

Does every sentence have to start with "brother" and end with "brother"?

Teacher Big Zu also calls him "Brother ng."

Little Zu, can'

t you learn so of your brother'

s righteousness when he speaks?

[Tequila braids] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:19:59

Can'

t even complain.

Can'

t complain about the rigged match in the Loser'

s Cup either.

If you said he redeed so brotherly love, I might think he'

s brainless, but he redeed his big brother'

s future.

Teacher Big Zu is also terrifying.

He kept it all bottled up for so long.

Everyone thought he was a smiling scumbag, but he turned out to be deeply affectionate and stoic.

[F*ck , give back my money] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:20:18

How is it that even in The Third Economic Law, deep affection and stoicism are still chasing ???

[My cute doll] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:20:48

In a corner no one cares about, Yu Yan sweated a whole Pacific Ocean.

The male college student almost shattered.

He never worked this hard even when he was trying to earn credits back then.

[The loser eats dust] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:21:09

Yu Yan'

s sense of security, a six-bullet speedrun of a life-risking ga.

How is this not saving Yu Yan from fire and water?

Don'

t ask how it was fire and water.

[Smiles at everyone] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:21:48

Before you knew what Teacher Big Zu sold: Little Zu, you'

re so confused!

You spent a fortune to buy a title for a two-way love from the Financial Street?

What difference does it make if your brother likes you?

After you knew what Teacher Big Zu sold: Kids, Little Zu is a genius in disguise.

This tells us that as long as you'

re stubborn enough, a blind cat can have a romantic encounter with a dead rat.

[No ti to explain] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:21:58

The most subjective, extre, unreasonable, and stereotype-filled character handbook for The Rules of the Virtual Financial Street Ga Are Mine to Use.

If you haven'

t had ti to read The Rules of the Virtual Financial Street Ga Are Mine to Use and were drawn in by the online praise and argunts, and directly subscribed to the full text, then this post is a beginner'

s guide tailored just for you.

***

The Financial Street is notoriously complex with its rules.

I'

ve never seen an author start with a ga rule that would stun a Ph.D.

Don'

t be afraid.

Even if you find the words aren'

t sinking in and you feel helpless, unable to find the three words "ng Yu'

an" in the cluttered text, you just need to quickly form a stereotype based on The Third Economic Law to quickly understand ng Yu'

an.

***

ng Yu'

an, also known as Brother ng, is also called the Financial Street ga bulldozer.

Brother ng has no personality, no hobbies, but he'

s a jack of all trades.

His most famous achievents aren'

t tearing down five gas in three days, nor is it the day of the Financial Street corporate bankruptcies that ca before dawn the day after he was ambushed by a corporate alliance at night.

According to a reader vote, Brother ng'

s peak achievent is rescuing eighteen beautiful girls and still remaining unmoved, as if his ancestors were from the Shaolin Temple, and his family was heartless for generations.

***

Listen to , my friend, there is a truth in the cosmos.

***

You just need to know that Brother ng is actually a forr civil servant who lost two children early in life.

Both of his children were good-looking in a way that appealed to all genders and ages.

Everything makes sense now.

***

It doesn'

t matter if you'

re beautiful and have a hot body, or if you'

re agile and have a clever mind.

All the players who appear now, and I an all of them, all the qualities they have that can be coveted are things Brother ng has already seen.

No matter how strategic and ticulous you are, you won'

t be able to screw over all the players in the Financial Street and walk away unscathed.

No matter how ruthless, wild, and fearless you are, you won'

t be able to physically tear through the Financial Street overnight and truly accumulate wealth by robbing.

So, you can'

t see people who are too stunning when you'

re young, otherwise, for the rest of your life, everyone will look like a twisted lon or a cracked date.

When eighteen beautiful girls stand in front of him, Brother ng only sees them as another pillar in the fight against capitalism, only seeing the broad road to overthrowing Financial Street.

***

So, you can think of Brother ng as a down-and-out civil servant who is desperately searching for his children.

As long as his sore spots aren'

t accurately poked, Brother ng is very easy to talk to.

He wouldn'

t even stop you if you went to a brothel.

What are the sore spots?

Of course, they refer to the two unnad brothers from the main story.

The existence of the two brothers is the gunshot at Lexington, the storming of the Bastille, and the cannon fire of the October Revolution.

From then on, the Arican Revolutionary War began, the French Revolution broke out, and the Bolsheviks overthrew the provisional governnt.

***

If you still don'

t understand, go say in front of Brother ng: "Even if we never et again, I wish you peace for all years to co."

See if Brother ng will slip a hand grenade into your pants.

***

The Third Economic Law, it'

s worth the read.

If you'

re more imrsed and experience the ga from Brother ng'

s perspective, you'

ll have an epiphany: money is just an external thing.

You don'

t need to get rich, but the Financial Street must be brought down.

[A human is a reed that can curse] | Left a ssage on 2025-11-25 07:23:12

"Only two days have passed."

After flipping through a few pages of comnts, Chu Zu didn'

t continue reading.

He said, "I rember the last ti I completely read the forum, the ti was November 23, 2025?"

The system was still pondering what a "loser dog" was.

It quietly searched and found it seed to co from Japan, the full phrase aning "to fail like a stray dog."

In modern context, it seed to refer to a very failed loser in love.

"When the forr specialist was here..."

The little yellow chicken flipped through its records.

The last ti it looked at the comnts, the host hadn'

t asked for a specific ti, just to select the popular comnts.

Before that was when the forr specialist, Yi Nanping, was still here.

It checked.

"Yes, it was November 23rd before, and now it'

s the 25th."

Chu Zu: "But the forr specialist was fired on November 28th."

The little yellow chicken went to the system forum to pull up the tiline.

This matter was a big deal, and many little chickens would discuss it.

The system forum'

s tiline was completely chaotic, and it had never sorted out the entire sequence of events before.

Now that the host brought it up, it started to straighten out the tiline.

"If we go by real-world ti, first, on the 23rd, you realized sothing was wrong, and I submitted the complaint. Then the managent resolved the forr specialist and found a specialist to take over. As of now, the normal ti is November 25th."

"The relevant announcent was only drafted and published on the 28th... because it is now the 28th, and we have completed The Third Economic Law, so the managent can judge the losses of this ti."

It tried to explain in a simple way, "The system'

s ti is completely separate. It'

s normal for ti issues to occur. The forum'

s ti is only a reference for the readers. You just need to follow our ti."

The system wasn'

t sure if it had explained it clearly.

Actually, the host didn'

t need to look at the forum ti or care about the announcent ti.

The ti flow related to the real world was all ssed up, and the managent would judge the flow rate and ti points based on the situation.

The author and the platform would definitely sue the forr specialist to the death.

To coordinate with their progress, the managent would also make ti arrangents.

In the real world, The Third Economic Law ended on November 28th, which is why the announcent was scheduled for today, to facilitate the settlent of losses.

If it had ended on the 29th, the announcent would have been on the 29th.

It made no difference.

The host and the system were originally individuals who were randomly flitting through chaotic ti.

They just needed to follow their own sense of ti and they wouldn'

t get confused.

But Chu Zu said: "You can now directly talk about ti issues."

The little yellow chicken was stunned.

Oh, that'

s right.

Before, ti issues were directly blocked.

A few tis when it wanted to explain, it just beca garbled text and it couldn'

t say it at all.

This wasn'

t sothing that needed to be hidden.

The system had complained about the unreasonable blocking before, but there was still no result.

Thinking about this, the little yellow chicken was filled with anger.

It really didn'

t know what its superior did all day.

They only started working when things were on fire.

Not only were they inefficient, but they were also derelict in their duty!

As it was cursing silently in its heart, the system suddenly had a jolt and looked up.

Its black beady eyes t Chu Zu'

s gaze.

"The superior wants to see you."

The little yellow chicken said, "It brought a lot, a lot of information and said it wanted to talk to you."

Chu Zu asked calmly: "About what?"

System: "It said it was about the impact of The Third Economic Law on the main story, the subsequent handling of the two brothers... and your application for a promotion."

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