Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Chapter 75 Disciples

Xiang Yu sat by the rented room, staring intently at the computer screen in front of him.

After returning to his own world, he didn't rush to enjoy anything; instead, he immediately turned on his computer and started searching for something.

He first searched for "Wanjie End-of-Life Care Company", and sure enough, there were no related entries on either the intranet or the internet.

There are no business directories, no news reports, and not even a Baidu Tieba forum.

The only thing that was somewhat related was a web novel with the same name, the synopsis of which read "Shocking! I actually provide end-of-life care for the whole world." Xiang Yu glanced at it and silently closed the webpage.

This result was exactly as Xiang Yu had expected: the existence of a company would not leave much of a trace in the world of ordinary people.

He then began searching for the next term.

Li He

Li He (790-816), courtesy name Changji, was a native of Changgu Township, Fuchang County, Henan Prefecture (present-day Yiyang County, Henan Province), with ancestral roots in Longxi Commandery. He was a descendant of Li Liang, Prince Zheng of the Tang Dynasty. He was commonly known as Li Changgu. He was a romantic poet of the mid-Tang Dynasty.

There was no dragon-slaying, no epic tale, no earth-shattering supernatural event. The entry contained only a gaunt scholar who briefly shone in the annals of history, only to fade away quickly due to unfulfilled ambitions. Xiang Yu frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table. The figure in the illusion who cleaved the Candle Dragon in two with a single stroke, exuding a chilling murderous aura, could never be reconciled with this Tang Dynasty poet who died of illness at the age of twenty-seven.

"Perhaps—Li He is just a code name or something? Like some people in novels who name themselves after historical figures?"

For example, calling themselves Caesar, Prometheus, or something like that —

After thinking about all this, Xiang Yu realized that he still had too little information, and no matter how much he reasoned, he would only be going in circles.

"Never mind that for now—let's look at the money first."

Xiang Yu turned his gaze to the corner of the table. The black metal card lay there quietly, its edges reflecting a cold, hard luster. The card didn't bear the bank's name, Iogo; instead, it displayed a minimalist account number and four tiny, dark gold characters: "World Bank."

He plugged in his USB security token and logged into online banking. The interface was shockingly rudimentary, with no customer service pop-ups, no financial advisors, and only a simple transfer input box.

But when he tried transferring ten dollars as a test, his phone immediately received a text message confirming the deposit.

With no credit limit and no risk control measures, this bank has a rudimentary, unscrupulous feel to it, but as long as it works, that's fine.

To return to the transfer interface, type "1,000,000" in the amount field and then press Enter.

The numbers on the screen flickered, displaying "Processing".

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Less than three minutes later, the phone on the table suddenly started vibrating wildly, making a muffled buzzing sound on the wooden table. The words "Mom" appeared on the screen.

Xiang Yu let out a sigh of relief and slid the answer button.

"Son, someone transferred a million dollars into my account today! What's going on? — Have we done something wrong?"

The tone on the other end was clearly panicked. The sudden large transfer did not make Xiang's mother overjoyed, but instead left her somewhat at a loss.

"Ah—don't worry, I transferred it to you." Xiang Yu pouted. "The bank should have given you a notification, Mom. Did you forget because you were nervous?"

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Two seconds later, a piercing scream erupted: "Old Xiang!! That money was transferred by his son!!"

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"What?"

Upon hearing that Xiang's father was lying on the sofa, he rolled off the sofa and ran to Xiang's mother's side, snatching the phone away.

"Son, did you do something like that?"

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"What's wrong with that?" Xiang Yu wondered what he was thinking.

"Oh dear, even phone calls aren't safe these days, apps are being monitored!" The father's mind had clearly jumped to the legal system in progress. "Honey, hurry! Let's buy plane tickets today and go find our son. He should be treated leniently if he turns himself in!"

"Stop, stop, stop! I didn't do anything illegal—I got it all through legitimate channels." Although Xiang Yu was also hesitant about whether this thing counted as legitimate, she decided to say it this way to avoid worrying her parents.

"It's legitimate, don't lie to me. How could it be so much money legitimate?" The father's tone was still very worried about being exposed. "Son, how can we safely handle this money? Teach us, I'm not afraid at my age—"

"Alright!" Xiang Yu laughed in exasperation. "I won the lottery, four million. After half of it was taxed, I'll give you one million. Buy whatever you want, spend it however you like."

"—You won the lottery? You've never won a single bottle since you were a kid, and you never win anything when you scratch lottery tickets, how could you possibly win the lottery? Do you think you have that kind of windfall luck?!"

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"Don't you trust your son's luck at all? This is called accumulating strength for a future breakthrough."

After Xiang Yu's earnest explanations, his parents finally reluctantly accepted the fact that Xiang Yu had won the lottery.

"So—they really didn't go to the Golden Triangle?"

"What, do you think I'm Andy Lau or Daniel Wu? I'm so handsome, I wouldn't mind playing a role in 'Protégé' —"

"He didn't go to the Middle East to work as a mercenary?"

"Then I'd have to act in a few episodes of a modern fantasy novel, wouldn't I?" Xiang Yu rubbed his temples. "Or maybe you two could try harder to give me a little sister, and then when I come back, I could act in a few episodes of a soldier king returning home, discovering his sister lives in a doghouse, and in a fit of rage, gathering 100,000 comrades to slap the villain in the face—"

"That's good, that's wonderful." An unexpected joy finally appeared in Xiang's father's voice.

"The way you two are acting makes it sound like winning the lottery is a terrible thing."

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"We should be prepared for unforeseen circumstances—and who says we're not happy, son? I'm doing a somersault on the phone right now, you can hear the wind through the receiver." The father was clearly in high spirits.

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Xiang Yu hung up the phone.

He stretched, then got dressed and glanced at his phone.

He has an appointment to meet someone today.

"Big brother, I'm starving."

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Xiang Yu looked at Ai Baiwu, who was wolfing down his food, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

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This guy really eats! He's eaten almost as much as Xiangyu after his food intake was enhanced.

Luckily, the two went to a buffet restaurant; otherwise, at that rate, a million dollars would only last for a few years.

On the other hand, the buffet owner was in a terrible situation.

When he saw Xiang Yu and Ai Bowu stack fifty plates and two large 5-liter buckets of drinks on the table, he was about to say something to remind them that there would be a fine for leaving too much food uneaten when he saw the two of them, like Kuafu who was tired from chasing the sun, gulp down the large buckets of drinks in two mouthfuls.

The boss immediately fell silent.

He felt that these two things had popped out of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and he didn't know whether they were Maoxiu or Taotie.

After eating half the food in the restaurant, Xiang Yu and Ai Bowu finally had some time to eat.

Ai Baiwu wiped his mouth, then sat up straight: "Brother, let me introduce myself first. My name is Ai Baiwu, and I currently work at a mental hospital."

Xiang Yu only now took a closer look at the clothes the other person was wearing.

He wore a well-tailored black suit jacket over a flashy Hawaiian shirt; his lower body was covered by loose beach shorts, bright red socks, and even a pair of Cantonese-style leather flip-flops.

It has to be said that the other person's fashion sense is very "unique". Xiang Yu could never have imagined wearing a suit, beach shorts, red socks and leather slippers.

"Working at a mental hospital—are you a caregiver or a patient?" Xiang Yu asked.

"Neither." Ai Baiwu scratched his head and gave a bright, silly grin. "I'm the dean's son."

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