People wake up from dreams when they lack oxygen.
Therefore, Yang Hao was sure he wasnât dreaming now.
Based on what he knew so far, the Monopoly game heâd played had somehow merged into reality.
This meant that all the wealth heâd accumulated in the game might belong to him!
At that thought, Yang Hao swallowed hard. That was a fortune worth several trillion!
In the game, Yang Corporation had interests in many industries and would be virtually unmatched in China if it existed in the real world.
But now, he only had a hundred thousand yuan!
Yang Hao wiped his face dry and sat down on the living room sofa to think.
The first thing that came to his mind was the system, followed by that main quest.
He called up the system interface with his thoughts, and saw the main quest progress: 0%!!
Yang Hao seemed to understand something â this main quest must be the process of inheriting all the wealth from the game.
According to the system, he was overweight, which didnât fit the image of a wealthy tycoon as set by the game, so he needed to lose weight first.
No, that standard seems to be one I set myself.
Yang Hao remembered that when he first entered the âMonopolyâ game and had to create a character, he did it based on his own standards when he was younger.
So now the system wanted him to lose weight to fit the image in the game, to his personally set standard of 150 pounds??
Yang Hao wasnât sure if his thinking was correct, but the feeling was magical.
He used to play the game, gradually developing his character and expanding his business empire within it.
Now, the game was playing him, developing him like he had once developed his game characterâ¦
Well, if he could inherit all the wealth from the game, then being developed didnât really matter!
Being a wealthy tycoon wasnât so bad!
Yang Hao took a deep breath to calm his nerves but found he couldnât sleep.
He opened Weixun and found the person saved as âWeiâ in his recent chat list, then transferred fifty thousand yuan to him.
Afterward, he left a message: Thanks, bro!
Weiâs full name was Wei Facai, which embodied all the hopes his parents had for him.
The two were college roommates and had always had a great relationship. Previously, to pay off his loans, Yang Hao had borrowed money from all over the place. In fact, he hadnât asked Wei Facai, knowing that the latter had always been strapped for cash.
Although his name was Wei Facai, which means âget rich,â he was actually a very down-to-earth person. Unlike Yang Hao, who liked to dabble in start-ups, Wei Facai entered a property management company after graduating from college. He worked diligently for over a decade and was now just a customer service manager, earning a monthly salary of six or seven thousand yuan.
In a provincial capital like Jiangcheng, this salary barely reached the average. But with a mortgage to pay and children to raise, and his wife earning just over three thousand yuan, their life was tight.
Yang Hao knew his situation, so he didnât ask for money at that time. But when Wei Facai learned of Yang Haoâs predicament, he took the initiative and gave him fifty thousand yuan.
This was truly a case of sending charcoal in snowy weather.
Now that he had a bit of money, the first thing Yang Hao did was to pay him back. This sum was likely the coupleâs entire savings, scraped and saved penny by penny.
After the Weixun message was sent, there was no response, probably because Wei had already fallen asleep.
Yang Hao then opened Alipay and paid off fifteen thousand yuan in debt from Jiebei.
After a series of payments, his debt dropped from two hundred and fifteen thousand to one hundred and fifty thousand.
Out of this one hundred and fifty thousand, one hundred thousand was borrowed from his uncle, whose family was financially comfortable and not in urgent need of the money.
The remaining fifty thousand was borrowed from his childhood friend Liu Zifeng. The guy was a confirmed bachelor, wildly flamboyant, having gone from a night scene prince to an older equivalent. He had been working in car sales and was currently the sales manager at an Audi 4S shop.
Heâd earned a fair bit over the years, but didnât have much savingsâhis money went to women.
His debt was not urgent either, because even if repaid, the money would be spent on some girl; it was better to help him save it.
Due to the excitement, Yang Hao didnât fall into a troubled sleep until after three in the morning.
âDaddy, wake up!â
âDaddy, itâs time to take me to schoolâ¦â
In a drowsy wakefulness, Yang Hao heard his daughterâs cry for him; he slowly opened his eyes and then saw Xixiâs chubby little face, the girl staring at him with long eyelashes fluttering like little fans.
Ah, the advantage of long eyelashes is inherited from me!
Yang Hao thought contentedly, then stretched out his hand and pinched his precious daughterâs chubby cheeks, âDaddy overslept.â
âGet up, wash up!â
Yang Hao sat up in bed, feeling refreshed.
âItâs already eight oâclock.â
âDaddy is such a big lazy pig~!â
Xixi pointed at the wall clock and complained.
Yang Hao glanced at the time on the wall clock and got a shock.
It was really eight oâclock!
The preschool requires the kids to be dropped off before eight, and Xixi was already late.
Yang Hao quickly grabbed his phone to send a message to Xixiâs teacher, Mrs. Jiang, via WeChat: Mrs. Jiang, sorry, Xixi will arrive around fifteen minutes late, please save some breakfast for her.
After sending the WeChat message, Yang Hao hurriedly urged Xixi to wash up. The little girl was already five years old, and he was gradually fostering her self-care ability. Dressing and washing up were the simplest of tasks.
After a hectic flurry, the father and daughter were finally out the door.
Luckily, Xixiâs preschool was nearby the apartment complex, just a few minutes away.
Apart from Xixi, there were other kids who were late too. Mrs. Jiang happened to be at the gate receiving a chubby little boy. Seeing Yang Hao riding the electric scooter from afar, she decided not to go in and waited at the gate for a while.
âGood morning, Mrs. Qiqi.â
Xixi hopped down from the scooterâs footboard and then cheerfully waved to Mrs. Jiang standing at the gate.
âGood morning, Xixi.â
Mrs. Jiang responded warmly; this was her second year as a preschool teacher. Still enthusiastic, she was rather patient with the kids, earning a good reputation among the parents.
âMrs. Jiang, Iâm sorry to trouble you.â
Yang Hao said politely.
âNo problem, itâs what I should do.â
âXixi, say goodbye to daddy now.â
Mrs. Jiang fondly touched Xixiâs little head; she liked Xixi a lot because the girl was particularly cute and both lively and well-behaved.
âBye Daddy.â
Xixi immediately waved her chubby little hand at Yang Hao.
Yang Hao also waved back with a smile, eyes brimming with that indulgent affection of an old father.
No way around it, he was an utter daughter-slave!
âBy the way, Yang, this Saturday our preschool is hosting a parent-child sports day. Itâs best if both parents can participate.â
Mrs. Jiang didnât know about Yang Haoâs situation, as Xixi had only transferred to this more affordable kindergarten a few months back. She had seen Li Manshu a few times before but recently, it was always Yang Hao picking up and dropping off Xixi. She thought maybe Xixiâs mother was just busy with work.
âAlright, got it.â
Yang Hao didnât explain anything, just nodded.
However, Xixi, who had been in good spirits, suddenly looked downcast. She knew her mom and dad were divorced, and that her mom didnât want her and her dad anymore.
At only five years old, she didnât understand what hate was, but she felt her mother was very heartless. Yet sometimes she still missed her mom. After all, she was just a five-year-old child who, no matter how sensible, would feel something missing when her friends talked about their moms.
âXixi, why are you not happy?â
Mrs. Jiang, holding Xixiâs hand and walking towards the classroom, noticed the girlâs unusual mood.
âMrs. Qiqi, I donât have a mom anymoreâ¦â
Xixi sniffled and said softly.