Today is a special day for Sun Miao, worth celebrating.
Brother Sun has two pieces of good news.
First, he actually made money from Ren Zhong!
When Ren Zhong truly transferred 5000 points to his account and took away the box on the clinic counter, confirming that 4500 points had been received, Sun Miao momentarily felt bewildered, experiencing a sense of unreality.
Second, Ren Zhong is preparing to die.
He bought ten vials of Second Level stimulants at a sky-high price of 5000 points, using them would be fatal, and his death would be particularly moving.
Profiting from a calamity but feeling oddly unjoyful, Double joy but Sun Miao inexplicably couldn’t feel happy.
"Damn you, Sun thief, what are you thinking? Isn’t living nice? With your current status in the town, and your good relationship with Ma Dafu, as long as you hook up a bit with Lin Wang, humble yourself, and work seriously for Yang Bingzhong, I guarantee you’ll live comfortably the rest of your life. There’s no need to prepare this stuff!"
Ren Zhong put away the medicine box and countered, "Don’t you want to make money?"
Sun Miao turned his head away, "Get lost! Even a fool knows that it’s better to fish with a long line than catch one quick haul. I don’t want to just earn from you once. Damn fool."
Ren Zhong was silent for a while, "Thank you, Brother Sun."
Ren Zhong: "Alright, I won’t thank you then."
In the stifled gaze, the atmosphere inexplicably turned silent and strange.
A moment later, unable to bear the awkwardness, Ren Zhong and Sun Miao simultaneously averted their eyes.
Ren Zhong asked again, "Brother Sun, do you really not have any drugs that can explosively enhance physical ability and carrying power? I always feel you’re full of surprises. It shouldn’t be."
Sun Miao pointed outside, "Get out of here! Don’t you think you’re dying fast enough?"
He was scolded again, but Ren Zhong didn’t get angry; in fact, he became even more spirited.
Sun Brother’s rhetoric changed, not the outright refusal like before.
Ren Zhong, familiar with Sun Miao’s mindset, sensed there was something, the treasure boy indeed had goods, just unwilling to bring them out.
Ren Zhong took out his wrist watch, "Brother Sun, guess how much money I have now?"
"Thirty-two thousand points, and it will soon become forty-four thousand."
Ren Zhong squinted his eyes, "Want it?"
"So, can you figure something out? Brother Sun, I know you’re reluctant to see me die, but since I’ve already gone for stimulants, what harm is there in adding some physical enhancement drugs?"
Sun Miao stiffened his neck, "Idiot, I’d love to see you dead. I just can’t do it right now."
"Can’t do it right now? Could you before? Was it when you worked at the Mengdu Group? Mengdu Group products?"
Sun Miao suddenly fell silent, becoming extremely cautious, and his eyes showed a faint hostility, "You actually know I used to work at the Mengdu Group?"
Ren Zhong, instead, was a bit flustered by this sudden change.
After contemplating for a while, Ren Zhong realized.
Though he had tried to dig into Brother Sun in various ways after this resurrection, he had always beat around the bush, and Sun Miao never voluntarily explained his past identity.
Ren Zhong was too absorbed in his mental gymnastics with Brother Sun, neglecting this small detail, blending them in his memory.
But Ren Zhong quickly recovered, "Mayor Ma knows, Ju Qingmeng knows. They all know you came from Mengdu Group, that’s no secret. Your past is not a secret, your present is."
Sun Miao paused, "That seems reasonable."
"It’s not seems, it’s a fact. In my core social circle, you’re basically the only one who thought your past identity was secret."
"Wait, I’m a bit confused, let me sort it out."
Ren Zhong: "Don’t bother, these are trivial details. The point is, so what about the drugs you’re talking about? I’ll add money. Even if the side effect is death, it doesn’t matter. You just said you’d love to see me dead, right?"
"Not that I desperately wish for a dream come true. The thing is..."
After hearing Sun Miao’s explanation, Ren Zhong sighed long, "Then it seems it’s truly impossible."
"But hope isn’t lost, the problem is you’re too poor. With your money, it might just be enough to glance at it from a few hundred meters away; you’re far from enough to buy the drugs. How about giving me back the stimulants? Save up until you can add a couple more zeros?"
Ren Zhong chuckled, "Forget it. Not to mention how long it would take to save up 3 million, even if I managed, could Mengdu Group even sell it to me?"
"No, it’s a special provision for Fifth Level citizens and above, and generally, even regular Fifth Level citizens couldn’t buy it. Three million is just the price, but there’s no market for it."