Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Wu Yong sat in his office, holding a contract in one hand and his phone in the other. The screen displayed a dial pad with the name "Shen Jie," but he hesitated to make the call. His finger hovered over the number for a long time before he finally locked the screen.

He stood up, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette. Lost in thought amidst the swirling smoke…

After the cigarette burned out, Wu Yong stubbed it out in the ashtray on the windowsill, returned to his desk, picked up the landline again, found a number, and dialed it.

"Hello, Uncle Chung, this is Wu Yong."

A weak voice came from the other end of the phone, clearly surprised: "Wu Yong? What made you decide to call me?"

Wu Zhong was genuinely surprised. Although he and Wu Yong lived in the same alley, Wu Yong rarely came home. Wu Yong was one of the most successful figures in Wu Family Alley, while he was just an ordinary construction worker, now disabled, so naturally they had little interaction. He never expected that such a prominent figure would take the initiative to call him.

"Uncle Zhong, I'd like to ask you about someone." Wu Yong paused for a moment, then said directly, "It seems to be your nephew, named Qin Lang. Do you have his contact information?"

Wu Zhong paused for two seconds, then asked with a hint of wariness in his voice, "What do you want with Xiao Lang?"

"It's nothing serious," Wu Yong said carefully, "We just bumped into each other at the square last time, chatted for a bit, and I thought this young man was quite insightful. I have a project here that I'd like to discuss with him to see if there's any possibility of collaboration."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong burst into laughter on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Yong, you still have such good taste! Xiao Lang is indeed a capable kid. Wait a moment, I'll have his aunt send you his phone number."

Wu Yong: "Thank you, Uncle Zhong. How are you feeling? I'll come visit you another day."

Wu Zhong: "Same as always, I won't die. You're so busy, don't bother me."

Wu Yong: "You're being too polite. We're neighbors in the same alley. A close neighbor is better than a distant relative. I have some things to take care of. You should rest first. I'll come over to play chess with you another day."

Less than a minute after hanging up the phone, a text message arrived. Wu Yong looked at the number on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed it using the office landline.

It rang three times before the call was answered.

"Hello, who is this?" Qin Lang's calm voice came from the phone, mixed with the sound of typing.

"Qin Lang? I'm Wu Yong. You were with Wu Xiaoxiao that day in the small square in Wu Family Lane..."

"Brother Yong," Qin Lang interrupted him, his tone showing no surprise, "I recognized your voice."

In fact, Qin Lang had already guessed before answering the phone that it was probably Wu Yong calling, because the caller ID on his phone was a landline number from the Liaobei Municipal Government.

Wu Yong paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and got straight to the point: "Thank you for what happened that day."

"There's nothing to thank me for," Qin Lang said calmly. "I just said something; the final decision is yours."

"If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have even looked at that contract." Wu Yong's voice became serious. "I had someone review Shen Jie's contract. If I had signed it, I would be primarily responsible if something went wrong. At best, I would lose my job; at worst, I would go to jail. Qin Lang, you saved my life."

However, before Qin Lang could respond, Wu Yong continued, "But... I'm very curious, how did you know that Shen Jie would ask me to sign a contract, and how did you know that the contract had a problem?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before Qin Lang said, "Brother Yong, don't overthink it. Actually, a few days ago, I was having dinner with a friend when I overheard Shen Jie and someone else talking about this in the next private room. When I heard them mention Wu Yong, I thought of you, whom I had seen when I stayed at my aunt's house when I was a child, and wondered if it could be the same person. As it turned out, I happened to run into you that day and just casually mentioned it."

Qin Lang spoke casually, as if it were the truth, but whether Wu Yong would believe him was unknown.

After hearing Qin Lang's explanation, Wu Yong remained silent for a few seconds, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. This kid, is he perhaps his "lucky charm"?

"You casually mentioned it, but it saved my life! So, I must thank you in person," Wu Yong said with a smile.

"Brother Yong, you're too kind. We've known each other for a long time. How could I, as your younger brother, stand idly by when I heard someone was plotting against you? Saying thank you would be too formal, wouldn't it?" Qin Lang laughed along.

Wu Yong was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the other party, a college student, could speak so tactfully.

"Alright then, Brother Qin, tomorrow night, on the top floor of the Kington Hotel, the Taipei Chamber of Commerce is hosting a cocktail party." Wu Yong's tone was full of sincerity. "There will be quite a few people coming, some from the manufacturing industry, some from investment, some from the internet industry, and a few from government agencies. I'd like to invite you to come along and introduce you to some of their friends."

Qin Lang chuckled and said, "Thank you, Brother Yong. But, as a student, is it perhaps inappropriate for me to be at such a party?"

"If I say it's suitable, then it's suitable." Wu Yong's voice carried the authority of a "decision-maker," but then his tone softened a bit. "You don't need to have any other ideas. As far as I know, you're currently working on animation and short videos. These industries also require resources and connections. The people you can meet at the party should be helpful for your future development."

"Alright, then I'll gladly accept your offer. By the way, what time tomorrow night?" Qin Lang didn't refuse any longer and agreed.

Wu Yong: "Seven o'clock. Where do you live? I'll have someone pick you up."

Qin Lang: "No need, I can go by myself."

Wu Yong: "Okay, then call me when you arrive."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Lang leaned back in his chair, no longer typing, but staring blankly at the ceiling...

He's been back in the world for almost a month now. In that month, he's done a lot: made silly animations, wrote online novels, and, well, his house is teeming with more and more "little sisters"...

Some things or people will deviate from their original trajectory because of his rebirth. For example, Xu Han… Wu Yong…

Qin Lang stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling streets outside. He wanted to attend the party tomorrow night. Having lived two lives, he understood better than anyone how important connections and opportunities were for a person's development. Hard work alone was far less valuable than cultivating relationships; choice was more important than effort. He needed a fulcrum. A high and stable fulcrum would allow him to leverage more resources and reach a higher position in the coming years.