Volume One, Chapter 17: Next Time You Bring Fruit, Exchange It Directly for Nine Hundred Thousand

“Beep…”

A sound alerted Qin Fan as he looked at his phone’s screen. The original three-hour livestream had unexpectedly extended to three and a half hours, and it seemed some new feature had been activated.

“Daytime!”

He realized he could now broadcast live even during the day.

Hearing no response from Qin Fan, Dongfang Wan’er anxiously wrung her hands.

“Qin Fan! Qin Fan! Are you alright?”

“Don’t scare me like that!”

Only upon hearing Dongfang Wan’er’s voice did Qin Fan come back to himself.

“*Cough*… Wan’er, I’m fine. It’s just that I noticed the livestream duration on my end has actually increased.”

“That’s great news!”

Every time Dongfang Wan’er tried to learn more about Qin Fan’s situation, the broadcast time would be cut short, leaving her frustrated.

“Oh! I almost forgot. Today we found some gold. See if you can use it to buy some supplies.”

A pile of gold appeared on Qin Fan’s table, the dazzling golden light shining directly into his eyes.

Damn!

A whole heap!

No, it wasn’t just a heap—it was a mountain of gold!

“Wan’er… are you… planning to keep me with this?”

That pile must weigh over a thousand grams! This was far from ‘a little’; it was as if they had robbed a gold store!

“Ah!”

Dongfang Wan’er blushed slightly, a faint smile on her cheeks.

“That’s so much gold. You’re the first person in my life to give me so much!”

“Wan’er, this gold is more than enough for you to buy plenty of supplies.”

“This isn’t even a lot! Next time, we’ll get you even more.”

Qin Fan was overwhelmed. To them, having a million would make one a wealthy person. So this amount of gold was truly astonishing.

“*Cough*… Wan’er, I know you’re all working hard. From now on, I’ll order meals for you every day. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll get it all.”

“Your delivery has arrived, please pick it up.”

Qin Fan took the food inside.

A large portion of braised pork belly, weighing over two pounds.

Dongfang Wan’er caught a whiff of the delicious aroma and wondered where such a tempting smell was coming from. Then she saw her supernatural space.

“This is from Qin Fan!”

Before she could react, Qin Fan spoke.

“Wan’er, do you see the braised pork?”

“Yes, I do!”

Dongfang Wan’er swallowed hard.

“Eat quickly! If it’s not enough, I’ll send more! Though I can’t send large amounts all at once, sending enough for a few people is no problem.”

“A few people’s worth is no problem!”

If that small portion of braised pork were anywhere near the higher-ups of the Supernatural Bureau, they’d probably fight over it.

Not to mention the last time’s pork chops—this braised pork alone could start a war.

Even though she had given Qin Fan gold, it was useless compared to how well Qin Fan treated her.

She didn’t even know how to repay him.

“Why so quiet? Is it not tasty?”

Qin Fan noticed no activity in the livestream chat and asked.

“No!”

“How does it taste?”

Dongfang Wan’er picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

The rich, fragrant flavor instantly made her take a second piece.

“Qin Fan, this tastes really good!”

“Glad you like it! If you want, I’ll order it for you every day.”

“By the way, how many brothers do you have? I’ll order for all of you.”

“Thank you…”

Dongfang Wan’er was moved.

…

At Qin Yuan’s home.

“How am I supposed to eat this? Cornmeal mush! I just can’t swallow it.”

The old lady held her chopsticks, staring at the yellow cornmeal, completely unwilling to eat.

She slammed her chopsticks on the table.

“What are you angry about? Mom, why did you insist on coming here? Isn’t Qin Yong’s family better? Look at all the good things they bought, but they never thought about our family at all.”

Qin Yuan was angry.

“Yeah! Mom! They bought so many good things, and Qin Yuan is your eldest son, yet he never helps you out. Ungrateful!”

Wang Feng complained bitterly.

“You’re the younger brother, and when it’s time to enjoy life, you send me away. I am his own mother! And that Qin Fan—I'm his grandmother—and yet they look down on me being here at home.”

The old lady was very displeased.

“Dad, I finished the chores!”

“Can I start doing my exercises now?”

Qin Yao came out, her eyes full of fear.

“Hmph! After finishing chores, you’ll do other things. Tomorrow, everyone will go with me to work the fields!”

Qin Yuan snorted coldly, scaring Qin Yao back a few steps.

“But… but I’m preparing for the college entrance exam now. The teacher said I need to study hard during this period.”

Qin Yao’s voice was soft and pleading.

“What exercises? You’re a girl—what’s the use of studying? It’s better to marry early and have your brothers earn you a bride price—that’s the real business!”

“Your brother is dating now. These days, bride prices are at least sixty-six thousand. Your brother will have to work for five or six years to pay it off. Once you marry, your bride price can save your brother a lot of money.”

“But…”

Qin Yao wanted to argue but was cut off.

“No buts! Listen, daughters aren’t the ones to carry on the family name. Your brother is; you’re just…”

Wang Feng slammed the table, displeased.

“Qin Yao, you could marry into a good family too!”

The old lady chimed in beside him.

Tears welled up in Qin Yao’s eyes.

“Ah! Mom, didn’t Qin Yong say I could go to their house?”

Qin Yong asked.

“Yes! Qin Yong’s family has everything now. Our family even has to save on meals. Since Qin Yao has the exam coming up, she can go to their house to eat and stay.”

Wang Feng’s eyes brightened.

“That works! I can finally sleep alone. My body is so weak; it’s much more comfortable sleeping alone.”

The old lady had come here to share a bed with Qin Yao and was unhappy about it.

“Qin Yong’s house has plenty of beds. Son, just send Qin Yao there. They said it themselves.”

The old lady quickly said.

“Son, take her to Qin Yong’s tomorrow.”

“Yes! Let her eat at their place!”

Tears soaked Qin Yao’s eyes. Since she was little, hadn’t she always eaten at Fan Ge’s house?

“Qin Yao, pack everything you need for a while. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Qin Yong’s by yourself.”

…

“Dad, your progress is really fast!”

Qin Fan gave a thumbs-up.

“Yeah! This uncle is amazing! I only taught him once, and he already got it. Young people aren’t usually this skilled!”

The driving school instructor was amazed.

“I estimate your dad can get his license in half a month.”

Half a month—that would be perfect timing to deliver supplies. The steamed buns would be finished by then, and the fruits would be ripe, ideal for transporting goods.

During driving practice, Qin Fan visited many shops, pawning all the gold.

Ten shops, fifteen hundred grams of gold, sold for a total of nine hundred thousand.

Walking through the streets with stacks of cash, Qin Fan hurried to deposit it into his account. This was no small sum.

If someone tried to rob him, it would be a disaster.