Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 555 - 344: Different Classes and Lives

Chapter 555: Chapter 344: Different Classes and Lives

Fu Liaoyi, found at last!

The energy of a billionaire is incredibly potent. To secure one more month of his own life, he nearly exhausted all the connections at his disposal!

Plus, since Fu Liaoyi hadn’t gone into hiding or changed his name, as a deliveryman registered under the "Delivery Nation," with some acquaintances, it wasn’t difficult to locate him.

"Dad, that Fu Liaoyi lives in this community."

"This rural-urban fringe area with its peasant houses... is it worth your while to come here in person? If there’s anything, just give me a call!"

"What poor people, you don’t know crap!"

"Don’t think you’ve become capable just because you studied abroad. If you really meet a master, a single tongue can kill you," Hong Botao scolded loudly.

His son, in his twenties, was indeed too immature. In dealing with people, there was always an inexplicable arrogance, as if having a bit of money made him superior.

He had no idea how big the world was and would find it difficult to take over his role.

If he were to pass away, within three to five years, the hard-earned billions would be devoured by wolves from the outside world!

"Later, don’t talk. Just stand aside and watch, or you can get the hell out!"

"Understood," said Hong Jincong, swallowing his saliva.

"Thump, thump, thump." Hong Botao, seated in a wheelchair, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

...

...

Fu Liaoyi was eating sour mustard beef noodles, tears streaming down his face, a brand of instant noodles imported from Great Xia Country.

Ever since making the second transaction with the shop owner, he felt a renewed sense of regret.

The second transaction had cost him 12 months of life. Adding the first transaction, that totaled 13 months gone.

This made him feel a slight unease.

Of course, to young people, 13 months of life doesn’t amount to much—what young people aren’t lacking is health.

Smoking, drinking, and staying up all-night can decrease lifespan too, but how many can die a peaceful death?

He thought living until seventy would be enough. When older, with dimming sight, unable to walk or run, it might be better to die sooner—such is the mentality of the young, indifferent to lifespan when healthy, only to regret deeply when old.

At this moment, his mind was still filled with humiliation and rage, so much so that when eating the noodles, his teeth gnashed with a crunch, wishing he could chew up the entire carton too.

Suddenly, he heard a succession of "thump, thump, thump" door knocks.

Who might that be?

Upon opening the door, there sat a thin, luxuriously-dressed old man in a wheelchair, and a young man in a suit standing in front of the door pushing it. The glint of a shiny gold watch and gleaming leather shoes signaled wealth and status.

"You are..."

"Are you Mr. Fu Liaoyi?" The old man in the wheelchair greeted him with a warm smile.

Fu Liaoyi hesitated, as it was the first time he heard others address him as "Mr." He nodded subconsciously, "Who are you?"

"I am the chairman of Botao Real Estate, Hong Botao. This is my son, Hong Jincong." As Hong Botao saw the other party confirming his identity, his smile grew even warmer. "Here is my business card, please take it."

A gold-trimmed card bearing "Hong Botao" and a phone number, elegant and simple.

Fu Liaoyi was increasingly puzzled, accepting the card, looking bewildered at the two men.

Hong Botao rubbed his hands together, his voice lowering: "We, you could say, are destined acquaintances... In other words, you saved my life; we’re truly destined!"

"I’m here specifically to thank you for saving my life."

Fu Liaoyi looked somewhat dazed.

Botao Real Estate was a local, large real estate enterprise, which of course, he knew.

As a deliveryman, to familiarize himself with routes, how could he not know which residential area was constructed by which real estate company?

But how did this chairman suddenly become destined with him? How had he saved the man’s life? Had Fu Liaoyi ever delivered a meal to the chairman?

Could they be fraudsters?

But Fu Liaoyi, impoverished and assetless, what was there to deceive?

Seeing the man’s confused face, Hong Botao gently reminded: "I’m a few years your senior, let’s just call you Xiao Fu. That shop that fulfills desires, you’ve been there, right..."

He whispered, "I’ve been there too."

"I bought a little lifespan there... Isn’t that life saved by you?"

Upon hearing this, it was as though a bolt of lightning had struck Fu Liaoyi’s mind, and he understood!!

So, he wasn’t the only one who had visited that shop.

This old man had visited the shop too!

Upon reflection, it made sense; such a large shop wouldn’t possibly be opened just for him alone.

He traded life; the other... also traded life?

Seeing the old man’s frail body and his appearance of someone who had recently overcome a major illness, Fu Liaoyi pondered thoughtfully.

"Xiao Fu, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? How about we have a meal together, catch up a bit? This isn’t really the place to talk, just a small gathering of a few of us, to share feelings and acquaint ourselves," invited Hong Botao.

Although Fu Liaoyi was a bit stunned, facing such a high-level boss, who normally would be out of reach, and with such a polite invitation, it would be difficult to decline.

"Okay."

The three of them climbed into a Bentley parked at the entrance of the community, a lavish car that, although not a first-time sight, was certainly a first-time experience.