The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Yan Cong lowered his head and continued packing his things, his tone very calm.

"The bride price is simply calculated to be 88,000 yuan."

"The three gold items together amount to nearly 100,000."

"A banquet would cost fifty or sixty thousand."

"If I receive a red envelope, it will roughly offset the cost."

The man in the floral shirt chimed in.

"Didn't they say we didn't need the car?"

Yan Cong smiled, but the smile was somewhat bitter.

"But they really need a room."

"We also need those in the city."

"The current housing price in the city is seven or eight thousand yuan per square meter."

"Give me a down payment, and with some renovations, 400,000 yuan will be gone, right?"

What about the subsequent mortgage payments?

"If I really borrow money from you, how will I pay it back?"

The man in the floral shirt opened his mouth.

I'm speechless.

He is an only child.

My parents bought the car.

The house was something my parents were worried about.

Even the money owed when we got married was slowly paid off by my parents.

He could understand Yan Congnan's difficulties.

But he will never truly understand the difficulty of Yan Cong's position until he has actually been in Yan Cong's shoes.

The room remained silent for a long time.

The man in the floral shirt took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"brother."

"So what do you think?"

"Your grandma needs you too."

Yan Cong opened the old box, inside were his parents' portraits and two old medals.

He reached in, took it out, wiped the dust off the glass with his sleeve, then put it at the bottom of the suitcase and weighed it down with his clothes.

"I don't want to give up either of them."

The woman in the floral shirt froze.

"what?"

The moving truck arrived very quickly.

Yan Cong carried his luggage downstairs piece by piece.

He didn't come to his senses until the moving truck took away all of Yan Cong's packed belongings.

The man in the floral shirt shook his head violently.

"no?!"

"Yan Cong, what do you mean?"

"You don't want to give up either of them?"

"Have you found a way to make big money?"

Yan Cong patted the dust off his hands.

He watched the small truck drive away until its tail disappeared around the street corner before turning back to look at him.

"no."

"Then why are you talking so arrogantly?"

The woman in the floral shirt rolled her eyes at him.

Yan Cong wasn't angry.

He hopped on his electric scooter, put his feet on the ground, and turned around to ask a question.

"Then let me ask you from a different angle."

"Now, a monster is standing in front of you."

"It said you have to lose either your left or right hand before it will kill you."

Which one will you choose to break?

"I...I..."

The man in the floral shirt moved his lips, but couldn't answer for a long time.

Yan Cong had already turned the handlebars and waved to him.

The electric scooter moved slowly forward, and the wind carried its sound back.

"I will choose to fight that monster to the death."

The man in the floral shirt stood still.

He only shook his head sharply when the cigarette burned his fingers.

"Damn, you're all dressed up so handsomely, I thought you were really going to war!"

"Grass!"

He laughed and cursed, then sighed deeply after a long while.

"well……"

Beyond the sky.

The comments section paused for half a second.

Then, they swiped past in dense, overwhelming numbers.

"Here it comes, Old Ancestor Yan is starting to bang his head against the wall."

"Grandma's on my left, Mengbao on my right, what's the point of choosing?!"

"So he chose the monster that is the life-giving monster."

"That line is pretty cool."

"Stop being so cool. Tell me, is it possible that Old Ancestor Yan will actually go to the battlefield later?"

"Really? Doesn't he also have the title of 'The Person Most Afraid of Pain in History'?"

"And what about the [Father of All Races]?"

"I think it should be Ancestor Yan wielding a giant hammer, smashing all races until they call him 'Dad'!"

"Uh...did you forget about the one-hour supply of condoms?"

"I don't think it's as complicated as you guys think; it's just about taking down the alien race!"

"Who's going to do it? (Evil grin)"

"That's the one! (evil grin)"

The scene continues.

The electric scooter drove out of the old street.

Heading south.

To the south of the town, there is a weapon-refining tower.

It's called a tower, but it actually looks more like a chimney left over from an old brick factory.

However, I've heard that there's more to it than meets the eye, and that there are many strange things inside.

But Yan Cong had never been inside and knew nothing of its depths.

Gazing into the distance.

The black and red tower stands amidst a cluster of low shops.

White smoke billowed from the top of the tower, the outer walls were blackened by the fire, and a peeling metal plaque hung on the tower.

Refining Tower No. 9999.

This is the only place in town where weapons can be properly forged.

Therefore, the area outside the weapon-refining tower is always crowded with people.

They sell ore, collect waste materials, and resell defective soldiers.

There are also unqualified instructors who specialize in taking advantage of newcomers.

The stalls stretched from the entrance of the tower all the way to the street, with shouts of vendors coming and going in waves.

"Young man, want to see some Xuan Tie? It was just dug out of the Ruins of Return!"

"Tier 1 soldier, selling cheap!"

"Ancestral weapon-forging secrets—you won't regret buying this!"

There are too many people, and cars can't get in.

Yan Cong simply parked his electric scooter by the roadside, slung his bag over his shoulder, and went inside.

He had just stepped into the stall area.

An older man with a mole on his chin immediately brightened up.

Here, new faces are often the easiest targets.

"Hey bro!"

"Want to buy a combat weapon?"

"This is a freshly trained Level 1 soldier!"

"Not ninety-nine thousand, not nine thousand nine."

"You can get it for just 999!"

Yan Cong glanced at the knife.

There are still some factory-issue markings on the end of the handle that haven't been completely worn away.

He gave a forced smile.

"Boss."

"Next time you're lying, make sure to erase the factory-style branding on it before you release it."

The boss with the mole was taken aback.

Instead of getting angry, he laughed.

"Oh ho."

"Young man, have you done this kind of work before?"

"Um."

Yan Cong stopped in his tracks.

"I did it for about half a year."

The boss with the mole put the knife away, his attitude becoming a bit more serious than before.

"No wonder."

Yan Cong glanced at the weapons on his stall and asked again.

"Boss, what's your purchase price here?"

"You want to sell?"

Yan Cong shook his head.

"I was just asking."

The boss didn't hide the mole.

"Tier 1 combat soldiers are priced between 20,000 and 100,000."

"Level 2 combat troops, 100,000 to 300,000."

"Tier 3 combat troops, numbering between 300,000 and 1 million."

"Anywhere above that, no one here can afford it."

At this point, the boss with the mole rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Young man, are you planning to learn weapon crafting?"

He reached behind the stall and pulled out a laminated GG card.

[9999 Guaranteed to Learn How to Forge a Level 1 Warrior Package]

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

"Boss, your business is quite extensive!"

"Hey!"

The boss with the mole waved his hand.

"Making money is nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Hey buddy, are you buying or not?"

"No."

Yan Cong pushed GG back.

"I'll go in and take a look first."

"Okay then."

The boss with the mole immediately took out his phone.

"Hey buddy, can I have your contact information?"

He had seen too many people like Yan Cong.

He was poor, young, burdened with debts, and wanted to turn his life around by refining weapons.

Most people end up losing even the money they would have spent on materials.

But there are always a few who can actually crawl out of the mud.

If this kid becomes a weapon refiner in the future, he'll be a long-term source of supplies!

Adding a friend now is a worthwhile investment.