Yu Yan had no brothers, but even if he hadn'
t eaten pork, he'
d seen pigs run.
In his understanding, brothers with a bad relationship might fight, spit in each other'
s milk, turn off the other'
s alarm to make them late, or snitch to their parents.
But it was unlikely for one to cling on groggily while half-asleep, refusing to let go.
Unless he was trying to express terrible brotherly affection by strangling the other.
Let alone a strained relationship, even close brothers wouldn’t act like this.
Would Zhang Fei cling to Liu Bei?
Probably not.
Zu Qisheng had no intention of explaining.
His ti was precious, and spending effort to brief the new nanny was already a net loss.
Yu Yan used every ounce of strength to finally drag the rebellious younger brother to the bathroom.
The rebellious brother reeked of alcohol.
If the sll didn’t dissipate even after a night’s sleep, Yu Yan couldn’t imagine how much he’d drunk.
It made sense humans who drank too much could do anything, and it wasn’t surprising.
Yu Yan observed closely, analyzed carefully, and concluded: this was indeed the real younger brother.
Not like those flashy “brothers” other bosses brought to social events with Boss Sui.
Yu Yan could only recognize people by morizing details.
Like the shape of eyes, thickness of eyebrows, height of the nose, thickness of lips, jawline, and face shape.
Or the overall facial contour, height, build, hair color, and so on.
Upon close inspection, the boss’s younger brother looked identical to him.
Definitely the real younger brother.
Following the boss’s instructions, Yu Yan rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
If only the younger brother had distinctive features too, he thought. Zu Qisheng’s gold-rimd glasses were quite unique.
“Hey, Little Boss, why are you climbing into the bathtub? Just washing your face is fine, isn’t it? Can’t we just wash your face and brush your teeth?”
Yu Yan grabbed him, but the boss’s younger brother glared fiercely, swatted Yu Yan’s hand away, curled up in the bathtub, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep again.
Yu Yan: “…”
The college student vaguely understood the boss’s troubles.
This didn’t seem like an 18-year-old teenage rebellion;
it was more like an 8-year-old throwing a tantrum.
Water sounds ca from the bathroom.
Chu Zu was reviewing data on three major companies sent by an interdiary.
Zu Qisheng regularly updated the information he had.
Though his clients trusted him, they wouldn’t fully expose their companies to him.
Otherwise, he’d be the most well-connected investnt consultant in Financial Street, eating from multiple bowls a risk too great for companies.
Chu Zu had no analysts under him, but he had the system.
Give Little Yellow Chicken a fulcrum, and it could pry open an entire company.
System: “Are you planning to take on the three major companies?”
Chu Zu: “The market is already saturated.”
“With the union model of the three major companies, small businesses like Boss Sui’s are growing, all dealing in ga data trading and comrcial investnts.”
“But without addressing the monopoly, the candidates leaving every three months remain the sa few.”
System: “The monopoly issue wasn’t resolved even in the main story. Capital accumulation started long ago, from the first batch of players entering Financial Street.”
“That’s why I’m trying to fix the Economic Law.”
The Second Economic Law stirred up the investnt market, dismantling both the upper and lower limits of investnts.
Overnight riches or overnight ruin a single ga could determine the outco.
The system understood the logic but not the character:
“But Big Zu probably wouldn’t want to leave Financial Street. What do you need that slot for?”
“It’s not about the slot to leave, it'
s about the qualification to decide the slot.”
Chu Zu said, “Right now, Big Zu is just a Financial Street NPC. Essentially, earning commissions between companies is no different from Little Yu being my nanny.”
“The goal of fixing the Economic Law isn’t personal ‘riches.’ That’s just a ans. The ultimate aim is to sell exit tickets ‘Even a newcor, if they can offer what I want, I can let them leave Financial Street with a fortune.’”
“Is there a market for that?”
Financial Street drove everyone mad.
If gas weren’t tied to life and death, staying in Financial Street forever might be fine.
But many gas were still you-die-I-live, and even those who didn’t go bankrupt could die in a ga.
When players realized that no matter how they played or gambled, those who wanted to leave could never escape, it’d be strange if they didn’t go crazy.
While the system pondered the host’s ambition, Chu Zu asked, “Why hasn’t Little Yu co out yet?”
The system glanced: “Almost done, almost done. They’ve reached the stage where Little Zu is beating up Little Yu, and Little Yu is working through the pain. College students are great so full of energy.”
Chu Zu: “?”
Chu Zu: “It’s just ‘Catch If You Can,’ not ‘Master Wang,’ right?”
System: “If ‘Master Wang’ was on, Little Yu would be dead already!”
“…How’s the recoding for ‘Catch If You Can’ going?”
Little Yellow Chicken checked the code: “Mostly done. Whether it follows logical deductions depends on test data.”
“Since many prior actions were written into the main story, we can’t change them abruptly, only gradually correct them.”
Little Yellow Chicken said, “Little Zu played three gas in a row yesterday, then went to your wine cellar and chugged. As long as Little Yu stays fearless and keeps managing him, he can slowly be adjusted.”
Chu Zu was genuinely worried the new ‘Catch If You Can’ might kill Little Yu in the bathroom.
Even without ‘Master Wang,’ Little Zu’s physical stats were still far superior.
After so thought, since test data was still needed, he didn’t switch roles.
He set aside the nearly finished docunts and headed to the bathroom.
Yu Yan felt like his arm was broken.
He’d done many college jobs, not just tutoring rebellious teens but also working at a pet shop.
The pet shop girls praised him, saying he was skilled at handling defiant silver-shaded cats.
If he couldn’t find a job after graduation, he could work as a cat-washing expert at their shop.
Yu Yan hadn’t washed a person, but he figured it was similar.
Reality was harsh.
Like when he thought brushing orders could make money and argued with scamrs, saying he’d already paid the deposit, so why no refund?
The scamrs thought he was nuts, spending 500 words explaining they were scamrs.
Washing cats might get you scratched or kicked.
Washing a person, though, ant taking a beating without restraint.
When the rebellious brother clung to his older brother, it looked familial.
But the mont you touched him, he exploded.
Yu Yan was still holding the showerhead when his hand was yanked.
The next second, his face slamd into the ceramic bathtub wall.
The rebellious brother pinned him with a knee to his back, twisting his arm to a terrifying degree.
If the showerhead hadn’t sprayed water in the brother’s face, Yu Yan was sure he’d have died there.
The spray woke him up.
The rebellious brother squinted at Yu Yan: “Who’re you?”
Yu Yan wanted to run, but the bathroom door was blocked: “Mr. Zu’s assistant I guess.”
The rebellious brother’s expression grew more dangerous.
“Mr. Zu told you to wash clean.”
Yu Yan softened the original words, avoiding ntion of slaps, and said, “He’s probably worried you’re uncomfortable or might catch a cold. Why not put on so clothes first?”
The rebellious brother stared into his eyes, then squatted in front of him, arms resting on his knees, giving a half-smile.
“He told you he’s worried I’m uncomfortable?”
Yu Yan found his comfort zone.
One key to handling rebellious teens: familial care!
“Yeah,” he said.
“Very worried. He even paid a high salary to look after you.”
The rebellious brother: “Did he tell you he made play three gas in a row at the ga center yesterday?”
He counted on his fingers: “Lost one, won two. Afterward, he said I could’ve won all three and told to get lost.”
He sneered, “Worried enough?”
Yu Yan: “…”
Oops, wrong direction.
But was Mr. Is Zu really that harsh?
He didn’t seem like it.
Yu Yan started to doubt.
Maybe the rebellious brother really was trying to express bad brotherly affection by strangling.
Financial Street’s brotherly bonds were too advanced.
Yu Yan didn’t understand, but he needed to work to support himself.
“Put on so clothes,” he said.
“It’s not quite right to talk to naked like this.”
Rebellious brother: “What’s not right about it?”
Yu Yan: “…”
Rebellious brother, still asking: “What’s not right about it?”
“Shut up.”
A voice ca from the doorway.
Yu Yan looked up.
The bathroom door had opened silently.
Blocked by the rebellious brother, he hadn’t noticed.
The boss was standing there, straight-backed, at so point.
Then he tossed a set of clean clothes from the door, covering the rebellious brother’s head.
“Little Yu,” Zu Qisheng’s tone softened noticeably when addressing Yu Yan, making him worry, “can you get up?”
Yu Yan: “Please wait a mont.”
He tried to push himself up using the bathtub wall, but his twisted arm had no strength.
Luckily, college students are sturdy.
With strong core muscles, he managed a sit-up to get upright.
“Change your clothes. I’ll take you to the hospital,” Zu Qisheng said.
The rebellious brother interjected from under the clothes: “Whose clothes? Mine?”
Zu Qisheng ignored him, waiting for Yu Yan.
This was bad, things were heading in a very bad direction.
Yu Yan’s scalp tingled: “Boss, how about giving a three-hour break? I’ll go to the hospital myself. It seems like you and your brother have things to discuss…?”
Zu Qisheng still smiled faintly: “I’ll wait outside.”
Zu Qisheng had a car but didn’t like driving.
He preferred strolling slowly through the streets, where he could always look up and see the giant gold coin in Financial Street’s sky.
Yu Yan didn’t dare wear the rebellious brother’s clothes.
Half-wet, half-dry, he climbed into the back seat.
Ugh, what kind of first day at work involves the boss driving you?
Totally upside-down.
After the car started, Yu Yan secretly searched online for info on the two brothers.
There wasn’t much on Zu Qisheng.
But the rebellious brother?
A ton of info ca up.
His na was Zu Qian, and nine out of ten comnts about him weren’t good.
Yu Yan realized belatedly that Zu Qian not tearing him apart in the bathroom was already quite restrained.
Financial Street discouraged violence outside gas.
Any detected violent behavior led to imdiate penalties.
A life taken ant all assets confiscated.
Zu Qian never cared about these rules;
online sources said his brain lacked basic common sense.
The boss suddenly asked: “What do you think of Little Zu?”
Yu Yan stared at the water-stained seat, wondering if he’d have to pay for it.
The boss probably wouldn’t care about sothing so small right?
“Pretty… lively,” Yu Yan said tactfully.
Zu Qisheng: “Are you bad at diating fights?”
Yu Yan: “I diated between roommates in college.”
“And then?”
“No idea. They usually sorted it out themselves.”
“Mind telling about it?”
No problem there.
“Just trivial stuff. They’d argue, fight, start giving each other the silent treatnt, then see each other’s computer wallpapers and call each other family. College is huge, but their tastes were the sa.”
Talking about college, Yu Yan relaxed.
“My roommates were usually cheerful, always ssing around with dorm genealogies, insisting on one grandpa, one dad, one son, one grandson calling it a thriving family tree.”
“When I got scamd and trapped in loans, they even offered to crowdfund for …”
Zu Qisheng: “You liked college a lot?”
Yu Yan nodded, then rembered the boss was driving and couldn’t see, so he said: “Usually, yeah. Just the credits were pricey. Paying for too many made it less fun.”
“Little Zu ca to Financial Street very young.”
Zu Qisheng said, “He didn’t go to school much, hates being restrained, but he won’t do anything to you. You can treat him like a kid with low intelligence. He doesn’t overthink.”
Yu Yan gently reminded: “…Boss, my arm was ssed up by him.”
“He held back.”
Zu Qisheng said calmly, “That’s already quite rare.”
“Boss, uh… it wasn’t ntioned that being a nanny involves life-threatening risks…”
“Everything in Financial Street carries life-threatening risks, if not today, then tomorrow. High risk, high reward it’s just whether you dare to bet.”
Zu Qisheng said, “Of course, this counts as a workplace injury. I’ll compensate normally. If he makes a move again, contact directly do you have my number?”
Yu Yan said no.
He kind of wanted to quit, but after thinking it over, there was nowhere to run.
Boss Sui wouldn’t take him back.
With Zu Qisheng around, other companies’ small roles wouldn’t either.
The boss probably wouldn’t make things hard, but HRs at other companies loved to play favorites.
He’d heard seniors complain that offending one HR could an six months of being blacklisted.
The car stopped at the hospital garage.
An NPC stood at the entrance to greet them.
Zu Qisheng stayed in the car, rolled down the window, and held out his hand: “Phone.”
He entered numbers into Yu Yan’s cheap phone, labeling them one for Zu Qisheng, one for Zu Qian.
Yu Yan noticed he also added an unlabeled number.
“If you run into trouble and can’t reach , call this one.”
Zu Qisheng handed Yu Yan to the NPC.
“Go. Get your arm fixed and return to work.”
He said, “Before you head back, buy what you need and charge it to my account. If I don’t get a paynt notification from the wristband within half an hour, you didn’t remind .”
“I won’t force you to work for . If you want to go back, I’ll clear things with Boss Sui. You just need to decide to keep drifting, choose the college you love, or choose Financial Street.”
“Gas have wins and losses. Investnts are different. Bet on ten, win one, and you’re still ahead, you'
re not working a job, Little Yu, you’re investing.”
Yu Yan felt dizzy, dizzier than when he got scamd.
He vaguely understood why Boss Sui and forr colleagues looked at Zu Qisheng like they were possessed.
This new boss was truly sothing else.
Generous, quick with money, great benefits, and a master of persuasion.
Aside from the job being a bit risky, there was hardly a flaw though the boss had an answer for that too:
Financial Street was high-risk everywhere, like the weekly gas.
What college student could resist this?
Financial Street’s hospital was like a one-click restore device.
As long as you weren’t dead and had enough money, even a single breath could be brought back.
Yu Yan’s minor injury was nothing.
He bought so things and returned to his dorm.
Boss Sui moved fast.
In half a day, Yu Yan’s spot was already filled by a newcor.
The newcor looked at him in surprise, saying the old stuff was unclaid and assud trash, so it was all thrown out.
“You’ve got to pay,” Yu Yan insisted.
Even a mosquito’s leg was at save what you could.
When moving to the boss’s place, Yu Yan and Zu Qian locked eyes.
The rebellious brother must’ve been warned.
Arms crossed, a cigarette dangling unlit in his mouth, he didn’t do anything extre.
Yu Yan felt he needed to be bold.
He stepped forward and yanked the cigarette out.
The boss said to treat him like a low-intelligence kid.
What kid smokes and drinks?
Bad habits, all of them.
“The boss said no,” he said.
“Don’t hit , or I’ll call.”
Zu Qian laughed instead: “Go ahead, call.”
Yu Yan quickly backtracked: “If you hit , I won’t call.”
He set the bags he was carrying by the door and negotiated, “Look, let’s get along. You don’t hit , and I’ll call the boss five tis a week to get him back here. Deal?”
“This college student'
s way of thinking is pretty genius.”
The system watched, stunned, monitoring ‘Catch If You Can’ data.
‘Catch If You Can’ was running normally.
Zu Qian started sizing up Yu Yan, his gaze like he was picking where to cut first.
“Yu Yan can handle him.”
Chu Zu was busy with investnts.
The wristband panel offered three options: Exchange, Ga Center, Investnt Center.
The Investnt Center wasn’t the temporary bets in the Ga Center.
It stood alone, allowing pre-bets on players besides instant gas, a holy grail for reaping companies’ profits.
Boss Sui’s deal was a pre-bet.
He’d eyed a star player, assessed it wasn’t ti for the company to turn on them, and aid to cash in big at the edge.
Chu Zu wanted to use this chance to make a big move too.
“Financial Street barely has people like Yu Yan. Though we’re close in age, he hasn’t truly stepped into society. He’s worlds apart from Financial Street’s slick veterans.”
He said, “With ‘Catch If You Can’ following normal thinking, Little Zu won’t do much to him unless he snaps.”
When he snaps, Chu Zu would take over.
Little Zu’s character hadn’t been fully revised yet, giving more operational freedom than Big Zu.
Acting like a reckless dimwit wasn’t out of character.
Seeing the host swamped, the system wanted to help.
It reminded of Peaches and Plums Speak Not, where the host struggled with a composite function.
Monitoring the Investnt Center’s massive data was too much for him.
The host didn’t let it take over.
“Just keep an eye on ‘Catch If You Can’ and ng Yu’an,” Chu Zu said.
“Calculate the ti he should be getting anxious.”
Yu Yan’s work went smoothly.
Treating Zu Qian as an underage kid with low intelligence solved many issues.
Yu Yan only handled procurent.
He’d knock when Zu Qian slept till noon, wake him with noise, then slip away before his morning temper faded.
Then he’d serve the procured food.
The boss scheduled Zu Qian for many gas.
Yu Yan couldn’t figure out his boss.
If he didn’t care about his brother, why hire a nanny to watch him?
But if he cared, why shove Zu Qian into the Ga Center for two or three gas a day?
The boss said his brother hated constraints, but wasn’t this the biggest constraint?
Gas took up all of Zu Qian’s waking hours.
While he was gaming, Yu Yan waited at the Ga Center.
The boss gave him a car to drive Zu Qian around, ensuring he didn’t go to bars or similar places.
Zu Qian, fresh from gas, often couldn’t snap out of it.
Sotis he was down, sotis hyped, bouncing in the back seat.
When in a good mood, he’d chat with Yu Yan.
Yu Yan recalled college dorm days, how brothers reacted after ranked matches, and played the hype man.
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
“Holy crap, that intense?!”
“That’s not a loss, it'
s a strategic retreat! They don’t get it, a bunch of diocrities.”
After a while, Zu Qian seed used to this mother-hen figure, even sharing ga tips that didn’t apply to Yu Yan.
Sotis Zu Qian ca out covered in blood.
Yu Yan, trembling, didn’t dare say much and called the boss directly.
The boss was busy, rarely seen sleeping.
He was mostly out, or holed up in the study at ho.
After the call, the boss said he knew.
Yu Yan, anxious, hinted that the boss needed to react, or Little Zu might actually kill him.
After much insistence, the boss made ti, waiting in the living room before they got ho, laptop in hand.
Yu Yan quickly stepped aside.
Zu Qian walked silently to his brother.
The boss didn’t say much, took off a glove, and reached out, likely to transfer funds.
Zu Qian hugged his brother tightly, a desperate grip.
Forbidden from other “bad” outlets, he could only cling to his brother.
The boss stayed calm, completed the transfer, and told Yu Yan to drag him away.
Yu Yan thought, your brother’s like this, maybe let him hug a bit?
Then he saw it was wrong.
Zu Qian’s hug was deadly, strangling his brother’s neck, thumbs digging into his throat.
Yu Yan had no choice.
With all his strength, he barely pried him off.
The boss’s neck was bruised purple, his voice hoarse and cold from the choking.
“Cald down?”
Zu Qian: “I thought you’d cry out in pain. If you don’t, how do I know I went too far?”
Zu Qisheng: “You didn’t go too far.”
In a flat, almost mocking tone, he said, “You’re right, Little Zu. I can’t bear to kick you out.”
Yu Yan stood nearby, watching their bizarre dynamic.
The boss was both normal and not.
He wasn’t old, yet always carried a refined, calm, and efficient deanor.
His brother was clearly abnormal, emotions swinging wildly.
After being stopped from strangling, he felt wronged, which quickly turned to accusations and anger.
Zu Qian’s way of showing anger went far beyond Yu Yan’s understanding.
The boss was right twisting his arm earlier and was restrained.
He was harsher with his brother.
What are you guys doing?
After Zu Qian went to rest, Yu Yan’s troubled expression was caught.
The boss asked what he was thinking.
Yu Yan shook his head: “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
He thought Little Zu should see a doctor too.
Did Financial Street have psychologists?
Maybe get the kid so counseling.
The boss always saw through unspoken words.
His back was straight, eyes on the laptop screen, speaking softly, word by word.
“This is the only way we can interact.”
Yu Yan: “Was it like this before Financial Street?”
He regretted asking imdiately.
Online, there were wild guesses about the brothers’ origins.
So claid they were creations of veteran players who left Financial Street.
One excelled at gas, the other at investnts together, unstoppable.
Now a workplace veteran, Yu Yan could say anything to Zu Qian, who didn’t take it to heart, letting it go in one ear and out the other.
The boss was different.
He rembered every conversation and responded subtly, even when Yu Yan forgot.
Yu Yan wished he could rewind ti.
Luckily, Zu Qisheng didn’t seem to mind.
At ho, without a jacket, his fra looked thin, especially with his straight spine.
“I don’t rember,” he said casually.
“Did anyone co to the door looking for today?”
Yu Yan sighed in relief, checking his notes.
“Seems like that Mr. ng again. I said you weren’t in and to make an appointnt if needed.”
Yu Yan recalled.
He couldn’t recognize faces.
After rejecting several etings, he didn’t realize it was the sa person.
It was Mr. ng’s sigh, saying he’d co many tis, that jogged Yu Yan’s mory.
The boss’s schedule was packed.
Too many people wanted to et him.
He decided who to see, and Yu Yan rejected the rest.
It wasn’t hard, trivial compared to dealing with Zu Qian.
Mr. ng suggested eting Zu Qian instead.
Yu Yan thought, how could that be the sa?
Little Zu was sleeping then.
Waking the ancestor would an no way out.
“Hm,” the boss said.
“Is he causing trouble?”
Yu Yan said.
“He doesn’t even bring a budget. Who does business like that?”
Boss: “Maybe.”
He didn’t seem interested but advised, “Next ti, just contact external security.”
Yu Yan agreed, then rembered: “I need a half-day off tomorrow, Boss.”
He was uneasy.
“Ugh, it’s ga ti.”
The boss wished him luck.
Yu Yan had so savings now and could afford to lose.
But intuition always kicked in when least wanted, caring little for human lives.
Seeing the ga room was a dense jungle, Yu Yan’s heart sank.
The beautiful scenery was secondary.
Waiting for Zu Qian, he’d seen enough to know better.
No audience in sight ant hidden caras for broadcasting.
Such a vast, primitive space always had a purpose.
Including Yu Yan, eight people stood in the jungle.
Their wristbands showed four colors, paired in twos.
Looking up, a giant screen displayed a ten-minute countdown and a long list of rules.
Hostage Score Battle
“Player Grouping”:
Eight players, split into four groups, each with two people, one “Warrior,” one “Hostage.”
“Ga Objective”:
Killing a group’s “Hostage” scores 1 point.
Killing a “Warrior” scores nothing.
The group with the highest score wins.
“Ga Duration”:
The total ti is 12 hours.
Players can freely choose when to attack, hide, or devise other tactics.
More deadly than the rules was…
Yu Yan looked at the yellow glow on his wristband, then up.
Zu Qian stood five ters away, head down, expression unclear.
The distance was enough for Yu Yan to see his wristband.
Zu Qian’s wristband glowed blue.
The system imdiately synced the ga to the host using Big Zu’s role.
The focus wasn’t Little Zu facing his nanny, but—
“ng Yu’an is in this ga too.”
Little Yellow Chicken gritted its teeth: “He’s grouped with Little Zu!”
Chu Zu looked up from the massive investnt data, glanced at the rules, and suddenly smiled.
He said: “Switch to Little Zu. Prepare ‘Master Wang.’”
“He chased into the ga. Ti to play with him.”
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