Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

Chapter 300 I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

"Thankfully, it still works."

Inside the living room, Lin Mo bent over on the floor and carefully taped two halves of a banknote together with transparent tape.

What's real is real. Even if it's split in two, it's still real. It can't compare to those fake ones he draws. After all, he has no psychological burden when he spends this money, and he can do so with a clear conscience even if he goes to the bank.

"Oh dear, who knew you had a real one in here? I was just trying to be helpful, wasn't I?" Miss Yuan said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

After all, with a room full of counterfeit bills drawn on paper, who would have thought there was a real one among them, and that it could even pass through a banknote detector? Since she couldn't tell the difference, she naturally treated it as fake.

In China, counterfeit money only harms our own people, but it's different with other countries' currencies; there's no such worry.

As a inheritor of communism and a patriotic fighter, she only loves her own country; as for other places, they are not within Miss Yuan's consideration.

After all, Western countries are still fighting, and they don't even care about it themselves, so why should she, who is thousands of miles away, worry about it?
"Nonsense, look at these currencies. Would I leave them on the table if they weren't real?" Lin Mo said, pointing to the currencies of other countries scattered on the floor.

The reason this banknote was on the table was not only because it was his country's currency, but also because it was the only genuine one. As for the fake one from the beginning, he had already destroyed it. Who isn't a patriotic fighter?

"Hey, I'm just worried you'll go astray. What if you take this money and spend it outside? It can all pass through a money counter now. There's no way to guard against it in places like the supermarket downstairs. I'm doing this for your own good," Miss Yuan said, her voice full of self-righteousness.

So what if I did something wrong? So what if I caused trouble? As long as my heart is patriotic, all mistakes stem from methodological failures, not from flawed values.

"You're the one who's gone astray! I'm a probationary party member, I've already submitted my application to join the party, and you're saying I'm going astray?"

"Besides, I have three generations of impeccable family background, unlike you, a rich second-generation capitalist. In the past, you would have been paraded through the streets!" Lin Mo retorted.

Although his family is of modest means, he received a full education. How could he possibly do anything illegal or disorderly? Besides, if he wanted to, he would have done it already. He's an arms dealer, a J-10C fighter jet. If he went to South Africa, you'd have to call him a warlord.

"Pah! My grandfather carried a gun and participated in wars. Doesn't he know what it means to have impeccable revolutionary credentials?" Miss Yuan slammed her hand on the table and stood up, shouting loudly.

Lin Mo: "What about your grandfather?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan silently sat down again.

There was no way around it; her family's business had indeed started from her grandfather's generation. Even her grandfather's ancestors were businessmen, though their businesses weren't very large.

As for Jiang Feng, the son of Yuan Meng's maternal uncle, he acknowledged that he was a true member of the revolutionary family, as three generations of his family had served in the military, and his grandfather had even carried a gun and participated in the war. However, he didn't care about Miss Yuan, because she was still surnamed Yuan, not Jiang.

"Ahem, let's change the subject. What were you thinking? You even drew currency in it. Is drawing people no longer enough to satisfy your twisted mind?"

I saw that Sichuan girls were just becoming popular, and I thought you would put more effort into portrait sketching next, but it turns out you've upgraded again?
"But you can't do this job in China!" Miss Yuan asked, taking a sip of her iced cola.

Lin Mo didn't mind, carefully put away the glued-up banknotes, waved his hand and said, "It was just something I did. I was bored at home."

"And of course I know I can't do this in China. We don't do illegal things. Besides, my restaurant income isn't bad right now, why would I take that risk? I'm just drawing for fun."

He knew at first glance that he couldn't get rich from this skill, but he bought it directly based on the principle that it's always good to have more skills.

"That's alright, but if it doesn't work in China, there's potential abroad. Since you're bored, come on, Sister Yuan will take you to learn some survival skills." With that, Miss Yuan got up, pulled Lin Mo downstairs.

Meanwhile, at the Qianxing City High-Speed ​​Railway Station, Chuanmei and Director Wang were preparing to return home, and Shen Zhiqiang and their parents, who had just been reunited, came to see them off.

Since she wasn't live-streaming, the woman from Sichuan wasn't wearing a mask or hat, and seemed quite relaxed.

"Brother Li, thank you so much this time. If you have time to come to Qianxing City, be sure to give me a call!" Shen Zhiqiang said, shaking the Sichuan girl's hand.

Even though the paternity test results haven't come back today, based on what they learned yesterday, both parties have basically confirmed it.

The main point is that Shen Zhiqiang wasn't a baby back then; he was five years old, so he still has some vague memories.

"Don't worry, it will happen. But congratulations on your family reunion. Once the paternity test results are in, just send them to me. As you know, I work in social media, and many people are waiting for your follow-up," Chuanmei said with a smile.

Yesterday and today, he received a great deal of gratitude from this family. He realized what it feels like to be able to help others, which deeply touched him. Coupled with the surge in the number of videos and the rapid growth in the number of fans, he felt that only by continuing in this way could he go further.

Internet celebrities have a fleeting period of popularity; they become outdated, and sometimes their popularity collapses. But as long as they stay true to their original aspirations and do meaningful things, such bloggers will never be outdated.

"Don't worry, Brother Li, I'll let you know as soon as the results come out," Shen Zhiqiang nodded.

Although the girl from Sichuan was several years younger than him, Shen Zhiqiang still addressed her as "Brother Li" repeatedly.

"By the way, Brother Li, when you go back, remember to give my regards to Brother Shou. Tell him that our family is extremely grateful for his great kindness. If you have the chance to come to Qianxing, be sure to contact me so I can show you some hospitality," Shen Zhiqiang continued.

The elderly couple standing to the side were not good with words and could not say anything nice, so they could only nod repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Brother Shou recorded a blessing for you, and I sent it to you. There's also this." As she spoke, Chuanmei took out a photo frame from her bag.

"This is..." Shen Zhiqiang asked, taking the photo frame.

Chuanmei smiled and said, "The original sketch that Brother Shou drew for you has his signature at the bottom. Consider it a gift to wish your family a happy reunion."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhiqiang's eyes reddened, and sure enough, he saw the character "默" (silent) at the very bottom of the photo frame.

"Thank you, Brother Xie Shou, and also Brother Li and Brother Wang, you've all gone to so much trouble!" Shen Zhiqiang said, bowing as he held the photo frame.

The Sichuan girl was so startled that she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, it was nothing. Okay, let me know if anything happens. It's almost time to go in and check your tickets. Take care!"

"Have a safe journey, Brother Li, take care!"

Under the watchful eyes of a family of three, reunited after 22 years, Chuanmei and Wang Chu slowly disappeared through the ticket gate. The photo frame in Shen Zhiqiang's hand witnessed this miracle.

Is the story touching? Yes, it is. The 22-year-long search for family members finally came to a happy ending, but this is only true for the people involved.

For others, this is just a trivial matter, and many people forget about it soon after witnessing it.

This outcome may be an end and a reunion for Shen Zhiqiang and the elderly couple who have been searching for their relatives for 22 years, but for Chuanmei, it is just the beginning, a scene along the way.

Inside the Gunfire Shooting Club in the northern suburbs of Jiangning City.

Miss Yuan and Lin Mo stood in the shooting range, the latter in particular looking astonished.

"No, didn't you say you'd teach me some survival skills?" Lin Mo asked, turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan chuckled lightly: "Isn't the truth enough to save my life?"

"What's so life-saving about this? It's like you're making it sound like I can legally own it," Lin Mo said speechlessly.

Although men like guns and he was somewhat excited, what did that have to do with saving his life?

“It won’t work domestically, but it can work abroad. I’ll get an AK, and you get a Rifle. We can build a big business together overseas. Once our knife business takes off, we’ll inevitably clash with foreign forces. Let’s deal with them first!” Miss Yuan said with a smile, touching the AK on the table.

The conversation between the two startled the staff nearby, who thought that thugs had broken into their club.

But once the staff saw the two people's appearances, they immediately dispelled their doubts.

A fair-skinned young man, leading an underdeveloped minor, is about to engage in combat with foreign forces? This is no joke.

Of course, it was also a joke. After all, why would someone leave their comfortable home country to go abroad? They must have a lot of free time on their hands.

He wouldn't go abroad; he might get tricked into entering the park again. Besides, it seems like only Asia is relatively peaceful right now, while other places are engulfed in war. He can't very well become a mercenary!

"By the way, what about the gun you chose?" Miss Yuan asked.

Just then, a club staff member approached with a gun equipped with a scope and said, "Hello sir, this is a Finnish T3 bolt-action rifle, 7.62 caliber. Here are the 300 rounds you requested. Would you like to load them yourself, or would you like me to do it for you?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it myself," Lin Mo quickly said.

He had seen this gun on a shopping page, but he never expected to actually get his hands on it in real life. He had to figure it out himself!

Of course, he wanted to try the Gatling gun or the Barrett sniper rifle, but since those weren't available, he had to settle for second best. After all, what man doesn't like guns?

Lin Mo then began loading bullets into the gun under the guidance of the staff.

"Wait a minute, so many bullets?" Miss Yuan looked at the large box of bullets, grabbed Lin Mo by the collar, and questioned him loudly.

Lin Mo laughed and said, "I was just worried that we wouldn't have enough."

Since it's Miss Yuan's treat, we might as well have a good time!
Upon seeing this, Miss Yuan pointed her finger and demanded, "How many the hell do you want?"

Lin Mo: "300"

Miss Yuan: "I work from 8 am, and even when I'm playing Resident Evil, I can't carry 300 rounds with my sniper rifle."

Using a target like a zombie? You're just making things worse! If all those bullets hit a person, half of their blood would be 7.62 mmol/L. Even if you were shooting a zombie, after the zombie weighed 180 pounds, 90 mmol/L would be bullets, right?!

Lin Mo pretended not to hear Miss Yuan's ramblings. He often ran out of bullets even when playing games, so now that he had a real gun, he would feel bad if he didn't have a good time.

In the afternoon, the two men came out of the shooting range with different expressions on their faces.

Miss Yuan looked unconvinced, while Lin Mo felt completely at ease.

"Sister Yuan, when are we going to play again? We didn't get to play enough. Next time, can we use a Gatling gun or something? This firepower isn't strong enough," Lin Mo said excitedly.

Although his marksmanship was terrible, and he sometimes managed to hit Miss Yuan's target, just like rescuing bandits, he loved to play around.

He's tried out pistols, assault rifles, shotguns, and bolt-action sniper rifles—these are way more fun than video games!
Sure enough, men are born with a love for guns, and this made him really want to buy one from the shopping page.

"I'd rather feed those bullets to dogs than give them to you. You'd only get a bang. I originally wanted to show you the joy of shooting, but I didn't expect you to come here to use your sister Yuan's money to farm Giant City Ruins."

"Alright, I don't want to see you anymore. From now on, we'll go our separate ways. We'll keep in touch via message in a bottle." Miss Yuan waved her hand, got into the car, and didn't want to say another word.

Lin Mo: "I got 21 points out of ten bullets, not bad, right? Why are you swearing? Fine, I'll do it next time."

Before he could finish speaking, Miss Yuan rolled down the car window and asked excitedly, "You'll treat us next time?"

Looking at her expression, Lin Mo knew that if he dared to agree, Miss Yuan would dare to bankrupt him, and might even bring out a Gatling gun.

"Next time, I'll have Chuanmei treat us. Anyway, that kid'll be back soon!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Yuan's expression changed instantly, and she sped off with a throttle!

Lin Mo:
"No, I haven't gotten on the bus yet! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

(End of this chapter)