Wang Hao stroked his chin and said, "The reputation of the shop is the most important thing! If Fu Liaoyi really did that, we could only find a way to make that woman fall in love with him again, and then we would have to bear a huge loss. But such things have happened, haven’t they..."
"Is that so." Xiao Ai felt sowhat incredulous about the huge risk of picking up a sesa seed but possibly losing a waterlon.
But the great Captain was having a lot of fun.
"However, a month of your current life has no substantial use. The cost of a cup of coffee, on the other hand, is 5 yuan, and even if you had all of humanity’s lifespan, it wouldn’t amount to the grade of an F-level Strange Object, let alone just a short month."
Wang Hao explained, "Xiao Ai, a loss of 5 yuan buys my happiness and a story, isn’t that enough? I saved an ordinary person, stopped him from being a bootlicker; isn’t that a boundless rit?"
"The original Fu Liaoyi was joyfully being a bootlicker every day, and now, he won’t lick randomly anymore. He’s only 24, still in the pri of his youth, and it’s not too late for him to start striving for his own life."
Xiao Ai replied, "But the significance of this kind of thing is ultimately not great, because it happens every mont in human civilization, and it doesn’t interfere with the course of history. Fervent love is not too precious a thing, it’s just an instinct."
"So, what do you think is precious? Apart from saving human civilization, is there any other answer?"
This ti, Xiao Ai unusually said sothing sensible: "Between people, long-lasting companionship is more precious."
Wang Hao touched his chin, pondered, and said, "I see, so you want to be my mom! You’re always preaching, isn’t that just like being my mom?"
Xiao Ai was caught off-guard by his retort, staring blankly with a mist hovering about her.
She was trying hard to figure out whether her recent behavior ant she was acting like the Captain’s mom.
...
Wang Hao played until he was tired, then took off his helt, planning to play again tomorrow.
He saw Little Yue sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching "Empresses in the Palace" with a twisted expression, clearly imrsing herself in a certain female character, looking very cute with her white short socks.
Old Wang couldn’t help but tease, "Little Yue, co here, I’ve got a funny story to share with you."
"It better not be a horror story!"
After he finished the whole story, Little Yue also beca interested: "That ga sounds fun now, not fighting monsters and ghosts anymore?"
"Has it started to beco a thrilling human story? Sounds like it could be fun."
After all, she wasn’t much interested in stuff like ghostly rules, sinister spirits, sore-producing mothers, or turtle spirits.
She’s super scaredy-cat!
Wang Hao sat down on the sofa as well: "I have a question for you, what thing between people is very precious?"
"Umm... let think... companionship, long-lasting companionship is very precious and important!"
Hadn’t that answer been heard before? Sothing didn’t seem quite right!
"Got it, so you want to be my wife." Old Wang joked habitually.
Little Yue’s face lit up with a smile, her crescent-like eyes twinkling: "Be careful, or I’ll hit you!"
...
...
Logging in again!
Beginning life’s second start-up!
"Captain, good morning! Are you planning to save humanity or bootlickers today?"
"Saving bootlickers is also saving humanity."
Looking at his balance of 999,995 and "one month of human life," Wang Hao fell into deep thought.
With 999,995 in funds, he could exchange for any Strange Object or high-tech product, his purchasing power was still quite formidable.
Losing 5 yuan was not a big problem.
A thought struck him: "Besides, I could sell this month of life. Just a casual sell and I’ll earn it back. A month of human life might be worthless in the interstellar age, but in modern tis, it’s quite valuable!"
Wang Hao selected a series of tags like "wealthy," "dying," and "severely ill" in the Crystal Ball.
A dazzling light flashed, and another random lucky person was picked.
A few seconds later.
"Knock, knock, knock~" The shop’s door was knocked on once again.
Wang Hao rubbed his hands together, looking forward to it.
...
The visitor looked swollen and feeble, with a thin fra, obviously a person in the twilight of his life.
Clearly, the long illness had nearly exhausted the visitor’s vitality.
years old, living in the sa country as Fu Liaoyi.
His consciousness was still clear, examining his surroundings with a wary look: in the dimly lit room, a man and woman sat behind a tea table, their faces sowhat blurred. Around them, shelves displayed mysterious items beyond his recognition.
The shop nad "Desire" always upheld fair trade and wouldn’t take advantage of people who weren’t in their right minds.
Hong Botao, 58, a business tycoon who had dominated the marketplace for decades, and as a billionaire worth over 50 billion, he knew of the existence of supernatural phenona and was deeply fascinated by them.
But his illness was too difficult to treat.
Cancer!
After years of treatnt, the cancer cells had spread throughout his body; various targeted dications and surgeries, every conceivable approach had been tried, to no avail.
Now he was barely being kept alive by the most advanced dical interventions.
He had also sought help from major Supernatural Organizations, willing to pay 10 billion, 20 billion, even 40 billion to live just a few more years.
But there are tis when human efforts are exhausted, and even the leaders of the Supernatural Organizations had to die of their illnesses, let alone a business tycoon like him.
"This is..." suppressing the unease and vigilance in his heart, Hong Botao asked quietly.
"Good day, sir. This is a place that trades in desires, where everything can be bought and sold, as long as you can afford the price," the Captain said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Sir’s complexion doesn’t look too splendid, does it?"
"Do you have any desires?"
"As long as you can afford the price, we can fulfill your desires."
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