Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Inside a state-run hotel.

Zhang Shiyu sat in the corner, the food in front of her had gone cold, she hadn't touched it, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes vacant.

In the past two days, she went to Hongxing Police Station, Nanluoguxiang, the steel rolling mill, and the street office.

Using mind-reading techniques, they understood the inner thoughts of everyone involved in the serial murder case at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard.

The more the police, neighbors, clerks, and workers investigated, the more desperate they became.

The system gave her four tasks: to avenge her father, to avenge her mother, to avenge herself, and to avenge those accomplices.

The investigation revealed that the person who killed her entire family was the same one—that evil spirit.

There were no accomplices, no accomplices, just one person.

A monster who appears and disappears unpredictably, kills without hesitation, and is so powerful that even the police can't catch him.

How could a woman who couldn't even kill a chicken take revenge?

"System, can I really complete the revenge mission?"

The system paused for a moment before responding: [Host, as long as you have confidence, you definitely can. Believe in yourself, you can do it.]

"confidence?"

Believe in yourself?

I just lost faith in myself.

Zhang Shiyu smiled bitterly.

"The murderer who killed me and my whole family was the same person, and the murderer had no accomplices."

I can't complete any of these four tasks. How can I gradually become stronger?

The only culprit is evil spirits, what am I supposed to do? System, I'm desperate!

She picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and then put it down.

The water was cold, just like her heart.

"I've traveled to so many places and read so many people's minds these past two days, and the more I investigate, the more desperate I feel."

Do you know what those police officers were thinking?

They have no intention of investigating this case.

The evil spirit killed so many people, yet they didn't even see a shadow of it.

You think they'd help me? No, they're just hoping this case will be closed so they can go back and get a good night's sleep.

The system's voice softened: "Host, the enemy is powerful, but as long as you become stronger than him, you can take revenge."

"But how do I become stronger?"

Zhang Shiyu raised her voice a little, attracting the attention of diners at the next table, who quickly lowered their voices to avoid being offended.

"Four tasks, and we can't complete a single one. There are no accomplices, no clues, and we don't even know what the murderer looks like."

How can I become stronger? You want me to build an atomic bomb? I can't even memorize all the chemical equations.

The system fell silent.

It was quite desperate.

But since that's the task assigned by the General Administration of Systems, there's nothing it can do.

Why did I have to start with such a hellish environment when I'm just doing an internship?!

But the problem cannot be left unresolved.

The system could only offer a deceptive reply: "Host, you can utilize the power of this world. As long as you have money and power, you can absolutely do it."

Zhang Shiyu was stunned for a moment.

Rich and powerful?

Her mind started racing.

The system is right.

If I were a high-ranking official in the Ugly Kingdom, and I located the enemy's location, wouldn't a little boy mushroom cloud wipe the enemy off the map of Earth on the spot?

Let alone one evil spirit, even ten evil spirits would be blown to ashes.

Zhang Shiyu's eyes lit up, and the more she thought about it, the more feasible the method seemed.

But then I thought about it again and felt discouraged.

But how come I have money and power?

In 1960s China, there was no little boy mushroom cloud.

For a young girl like me to want to make a name for myself in China is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Going to Hong Kong?

Hong Kong is now British territory, but it has many wealthy people and many opportunities.

You can make money first, and then buy a large number of firearms.

With enough TNT, even without the little boy, you can still kill the opponent.

As for China, forget about it; even a good gun is hard to come by.

Suddenly, Zhang Shiyu remembered her identity.

The identity card given by the system indicates that she is from a branch of the Kadoorie family in Hong Kong and is a distant niece of Bai Jin.

Isn't this what connections are all about?

I'll go find my aunt Bai Jin and ask her for help to first establish a foothold in Hong Kong, and then slowly develop my own power.

After figuring things out, Zhang Shiyu felt much better. There's always a way out; the system has even arranged things for her.

She picked up the bowl, shoveled a big mouthful of rice into her mouth, then stuffed a piece of braised pork into her mouth, chewing until her mouth was full of oil.

Seeing her alternating between crying and laughing, the people around her gradually moved away.

One older woman even pulled her child to another seat, muttering, "Is this girl crazy?"

Zhang Shiyu was completely unaware, preoccupied only with eating.

She had already decided that after finishing her meal, she would buy a train ticket and head south to Hong Kong.

"System," she asked herself, "Now that I'm in Hong Kong, how do I begin?"

"The host can first find Bai Jin, use the Kadoorie family's connections and resources to start a company, and once the money is made, purchase weapons and hire mercenaries."

"Start a company?"

Zhang Shiyu frowned. "I studied archaeology in my past life, why would I run a company?"

"The host can open a trading company. In Hong Kong in the 1960s, everything was in need of rebuilding, and anything could be sold. As long as you can get the goods, you won't have to worry about selling them."

Zhang Shiyu nodded, agreeing that it made sense.

There are many antiques being ruined in China. If they were taken to Hong Kong and sold, wouldn't people make a fortune?

I studied archaeology on my own.

Zhang Shiyu ate a few more mouthfuls of rice, her mind still racing.

Trading companies need sources of goods, customers, and capital.

You can borrow funds from Bai Jin, and source goods through connections in mainland China.

She spent a few days in Beijing and got to know a few people.

Although it's not a big deal, there are still some connections.

Zhang Shiyu put down her chopsticks, left the state-run restaurant, looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, and took a deep breath.

"Hong Kong, here I come."

She started walking towards the train station.

I still have a few hundred dollars in my bag, enough to go to Hong Kong.

As for what to do after arriving in Hong Kong, we'll see when the time comes.

all will be good.

Since I don't have my own space or anything, I'm not in a hurry to secretly buy antiques.

Zhang Shiyu was walking to the train station when her pace suddenly slowed. She remembered a crucial question.

Even if she has money, power, and influence, how can she find the murderer who killed her?

She stopped and stood under a crooked old locust tree, its shade obscuring her face.

"By the way, system, I have found out that the evil spirit is Lin Tian, ​​but I don't know where he is now."

Since the serial killings were classified as sabotage by enemy agents, the brother and sister seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth and never appeared again.

Even if I were truly rich, powerful, and influential, how would I find the location of Lin Tian, ​​the murderer who killed me and my entire family?

The system fell silent again.

[Host, there is a karmic connection between you two, a karmic entanglement of enmity. You will meet again; fate will bring you together once more.]

Zhang Shiyu frowned: "Nemesis? Fate? You want me to rely on fate? That's too unreliable!"

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