I am weak and friendly

Chapter 250 The prop that can make Tang Yiping stand up has been found!

Back home, Tang Yiping took a shower, changed his clothes, and then lay down on his bear-patterned bed sheet, rolling around vigorously.

Then he sighed with satisfaction.

No matter how many times, Tang Yiping felt that it was a lucky and happy thing to have such a place to live.

In particular, this feeling intensifies and overflows when thunder begins to rumble outside the window and heavy rain pounds against it.

Tang Yiping turned off the bedroom light, got out of bed, and looked out the window. He realized that the rain had become quite heavy.

The streetlights outside and the Qihang Building not far away were blurred by the rain.

However, even on nights like this, there are still people outside the window who haven't gone home.

He looked down and saw delivery riders and designated drivers still riding electric bikes on the street outside the window.

Buses that hadn't yet stopped running pierced through the rain, and even more private cars merged into a stream of traffic in the distance.

This is a city that never stops.

Tang Yiping also saw someone running with their head down in the rain.

A young man who forgot his umbrella ran wildly through the torrential rain.

Tang Yiping didn't feel sorry for him. In the middle of summer, even if he got caught in the rain, he wouldn't catch a cold unless he immediately turned on the air conditioner.

He actually felt a little envious.

He hadn't run in the rain for a very, very long time.

No, who are you kidding? No need for a qualifier.

He hadn't run in a very, very long time.

He just watched as the young man ran from one side of the long street to the other, and then ran all the way north, splashing mud and water behind him with his footsteps.

Then Tang Yiping sighed.

I haven't had a proper rehabilitation session for two more days.

I got out of bed, held onto the windowsill, stood up, and walked back and forth along the windowsill.

Just as he was sweating profusely again and was about to take another shower, Stoka crawled in.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yiping asked.

“Awoo awoo woo woo ji…” Stoka was a little excited.

"What?" Tang Yiping exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"

Stoka said he had found something that would allow him to stand up again.

No, Stoka meant that he had found something that allowed him to "run".

"What is it?" Tang Yiping asked quickly. "What is it like? I won't turn into a giant squid, will I? Are there any side effects?"

……

Charon-K55078192F3Y is a professional whose profession is "Broker" and whose current survival level is LV5 (Beginner).

This profession, as the name suggests.

As a newly minted broker, he has been deeply involved in the "Gliese-581g" community since becoming a professional. He has gradually come to understand the rules of operation of this community. Over a long period of time, he has become one of the many brokers who have successfully survived in this community, with his own fixed business model, areas of expertise, established regions, and target groups.

Charon's community, Gliese-581g, is a very ordinary community with only 297418533641 users. His most frequented forum, C-level skill discussion area 232, is also not very popular, with only 11542 regular users. After all, for most users, C-level skills are simply too difficult, and many users may never be able to learn one in their entire lives. The skill learning path is also very rare.

Joining a more popular discussion forum also comes at a high cost. Forums like "C232" are quite common in the community, and most people can afford one. With a little effort and a bit of grit, it's not impossible to have your cake and eat it too.

For "professionals" like Charon, the burden is at least three.

As a matter of unspoken rules for the broker profession, there are usually only one or two brokers in each community. If more brokers come, it means excessive competition and a decrease in profits. They will often choose to look for discussion forums that are more worthwhile to "pioneering".

Charon was one of the two brokers for C232. He and the other broker maintained a tacit understanding that they would not interfere with each other's business scope, but would occasionally exchange some information.

During this period, he discovered that his brokerage business was facing challenges.

For example, in this discussion forum, there were two pieces of information about C-level skills whose origins he had absolutely no control over.

Someone has released information about the C-level survival skills "Ox and Horse" and "Supply".

Moreover, they all pointed to a legendary "holy land for skill learning".

He had only long admired the legendary "holy land for skill learning".

It is said that one can learn legendary S-rank skills there, but information on how to learn them is extremely rare, and very few truly effective skill learning methods are released.

Therefore, although it is known as a "holy land for skill learning", not many people dare to go there. Only a very few stubborn people will go, and only a few people will get lucky and actually learn the skills and come back.

After extensive investigation, he finally determined that the information about both skills pointed to a user named "Stoka-B89201733C0Z".

In the past two days, Stokka-B89201733C0Z has also made it known that they need a prop or tool that can make the "cyborg" in the "skill learning mecca" stand up.

After two days of careful investigation, and confirming that this was most likely not a trap but a genuine need, the broker Charon went to the other party's door and had a chat.

"I understand. You have successfully logged into the legendary holy land for skill learning, but you have only been able to rent a damaged prosthetic body. This prosthetic body can only use a wheelchair and cannot run or move freely?"

Charon's first thought was, "Damn, be content!"
Is there a problem with a prosthetic body that can't run? If we can figure out how to learn, crawling would be fine too!
But a qualified broker would certainly not say that.

So he said, "Yes, this really does affect your ability to learn skills with your prosthetic body. After all, that's a holy land for learning legendary S-rank skills! If such a small flaw affects your ability to learn S-rank skills, that would be terrible..."

While praising him, he was inwardly criticizing him.

Bah! You're just a guy hanging around C232, and you're trying to learn S-rank skills?
"I've done some in-depth research on skill learning hotspots, and I actually have an item that's perfect for your current situation. I can even mail it to your specified address, but the cost is..."

……

"You mean he can mail it to my home?" Tang Yiping's eyes lit up. That's possible?

"Didn't you say that you have to pick up your own purchases?"

“I don’t know,” Stoka said. “I’m just a weakling learning C-level skills, what do I know!”

That makes a lot of sense, but the question is, is it reliable?

"But he said he could sign an agreement for us."

"Buy it!" Tang Yiping said, without even asking the price.

"Waaaaah! Awooo!" Stoka cried out anxiously, "That's very expensive! And the postage is even more expensive!"

"Don't we have any money?" Tang Yiping asked.

Stoka: ...

He thought of the "Dust of Primordial Silence" piled up on the 41st floor, filled with the "Mother Tree of Primordial Silence," and felt speechless.

But after thinking about it, there is a lot of 【Dust of Primordial Silence】, the problem is that there is no way to monetize it!

[The Dust of Original Silence] That's like having a gold mine at home, but... it's still very troublesome to convert it into cash.

"Should we get Lagrange to help too? We'll ask him if he'd be willing later."

Stoka thought, why not ask him if he's willing?

During this period, Tang Yiping never went back to the 8th floor and stayed on the 41st floor, so he had fallen behind on Lagrange's offerings.

He probably wanted to beg Tang Yiping to hurry up and exploit him.

Tang Yiping felt that he could not ignore any user of the "Survival Guide for the Weak," as each one was an important resource to him.

Things like Lagrange can also be exchanged for money!
Hmm, this way of thinking is starting to resemble that of a capitalist who exploits cattle and horses and accepts their support!
"Did he say how it should be mailed? Can we buy a lot of things at once to qualify for free shipping?" Tang Yiping immediately adopted Earthling thinking and started preparing to buy more things.

He said that as long as you tell him the coordinates of your nest, he can deliver it directly to your home.

"Hmm..." Tang Yiping stroked his chin, "Won't this leak privacy...?"

Or, you just provided the information, and then interstellar warships arrived and captured all the Earthlings to be enslaved.

"No, that won't happen. Our nest coordinates are publicly available in the community."

So, is there some kind of encryption mechanism? Similar to a privacy account?
Stoka said, "After all, we are all weak, and no one will easily venture into someone else's lair..."

This is true.

This kind of interstellar warship invasion scenario is not applicable to users of the "Survival Guide for the Weak".

That would have to be the plot of "The Survival Guide for the Strong".

Wait, what are the coordinates of the nest?

Doesn't this still mean we need a "safe place to live"?
Damn, how did we end up back here again?
……

While Tang Yiping was struggling to find a "safe place to stay," Lin Jiaqiang, whose online ID was "Canyon Night Watchman," walked out of a small restaurant that wasn't doing well, carrying a large plastic bag.

Then he turned back. Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a chef's hat stood in the doorway.

Most of the lights in the shop were off, except for the lights in the kitchen.

The shop owner was inside washing and cleaning, finishing up before closing time.

The kitchen lights cast the middle-aged man's shadow on him, obscuring his expression.

"Uncle, I'm leaving now," he said to the middle-aged man.

"Hmm..." the middle-aged man responded sullenly, "Be careful..."

Lin Jiaqiang turned back. In the distance, skyscrapers were brightly lit, but nearby, the streetlights were dim and most of the signs were already turned off.

He never expected that he would have to leave again.

200 yuan went missing from the store today, and the owner suspects he stole it.

He knew he hadn't stolen it, but he couldn't prove it.

So he had no choice but to leave.

Sometimes, that's how it is when people are in adversity. Just when you think things are starting to look up, one thing or another pulls you back down.

He turned to leave, but the middle-aged man called him back.

"Jiaqiang, wait a minute." The middle-aged man pulled out some bills from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand. "Take these, use them sparingly, they should last you a few days. Go find a place to stay first..."

"Huh?" It was quite dark, so he couldn't see how much money it was, but it felt like several hard bills.

"Thank you, Uncle, but I can't accept this." He quickly declined, "My aunt has already given me my wages for today."

"Oh, you silly child... Your aunt doesn't know, but take it, it's my secret stash of money."

"Uncle, please use this money to buy cigarettes."

"Uncle wants to quit smoking. His health isn't good right now, and your aunt doesn't like it either, so he can't smoke anymore."

“Uncle, I saw your hands were shaking during the day. You need to handle a kitchen knife. Take your time quitting smoking.” Lin Jiaqiang said. He didn’t take the money from the shop owner, took two steps back, and bowed to him: “Uncle, thank you for taking me in for two days. I wish you and Auntie good fortune!”

After saying that, Lin Jiaqiang turned and walked into the night.

The shop owner watched his retreating figure from the doorway. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed shortly by a muffled rumble of thunder.

The shop owner looked at the sky, took out a cigarette, took a few puffs, gritted his teeth, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and then ran out quickly.

"Jiaqiang! Qiangzi!"

A few minutes later, he came back, clearly having failed to catch up with Lin Jiaqiang.

He looked down at the cigarette butt he had stepped on earlier and sighed.

I squatted down, picked it up, lit it again, and smoked it for a long time.

"Oh, what a mess," he said, stubbing out the cigarette he had finally finished smoking.

Suddenly, with a "plop," a drop of rain fell on him. He quickly turned around and ran inside, shouting, "Mom, stop cleaning! Hurry, let's go home! It's going to rain heavily!"

Lin Jiaqiang walked hurriedly, and before he reached the street corner, large raindrops began to patter down.

Lin Jiaqiang looked up at the sky, but instead of seeking shelter from the rain, he quickened his pace and started running.

Under the streetlights, his expression was somewhat ferocious, as if he were gritting his teeth.

In the rain, he ran all the way and came to a bridge arch. He crawled under the arch and saw his classmate Zhao Wenjie huddled in a corner.

He went up and slapped Zhao Wenjie awake.

"You... how did you get here? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping in the shop at night?" Zhao Wenjie was startled when he saw him.

Lin Jiaqiang remained silent, only staring at Zhao Wenjie.

Zhao Wenjie's eyes visibly narrowed, and he lowered his head.

"Why?" Lin Jiaqiang asked, "They kindly invited us to lunch at noon, and this is how you treated them?"

“This morning, my mom said her back pain flared up and she almost couldn’t get out of bed. My dad wouldn’t buy her medicine, but he asked me for 200 yuan to buy medicine. I…I…I really don’t know what to do…” Zhao Wenjie covered his face and sobbed.

Lin Jiaqiang's anger dissipated just like that.

He didn't know what to say.

If it were you, what would you do?
Should I tell my family that I don't even have 200 yuan left?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you to live in the shop..." Lin Jiaqiang sighed.

What can be done then?

Someone has to be the first to get out of this predicament!

You can't exactly ask someone to hire two people.

Actually, there are hardly any customers in their shop. The catering industry is so sluggish right now, and a lot of businesses have closed down. They hired me purely out of pity and to give me a hand.

And what happened? Zhao Wenjie stole someone else's money.

Lin Jiaqiang felt he had no conscience and had let people down.

For a fleeting moment, he wanted to say:

Give up, go back.

At least there's farmland at home, and at least there's food to eat.

But when he thought about his family, and about Zhao Wenjie's reasons for stealing the money, he felt...

We can't just slink back like this!

Just a little longer, I can hold on!
All difficulties are temporary, I will definitely survive!
"What do we do now?" Zhao Wenjie asked.

"Hmm... how about we go donate that stuff?" Lin Jiaqiang said.

"Huh?" Zhao Wenjie's eyes widened.

"I checked, and we're both old enough, well-educated enough, and physically fit enough. As long as our 'activity' is high, we'll likely pass. It'll take several months, but they pay us each time, so it'll add up to several thousand yuan in total..."

Zhao Wenjie's eyes widened.

After a long while, he said, "Sigh, this is the most valuable thing our academic qualifications have ever been."

"Pfft..." Lin Jiaqiang laughed, finding the joke hilarious.

"Well, after you get the money, return that 200 yuan to them."

"Okay," Zhao Wenjie said. "I'm sorry."

"Go to sleep," Lin Jiaqiang said, then he curled up and quickly fell asleep.

He was suddenly awakened in the middle of the night.

"The rain is too heavy, hurry up and let's go!" It was Zhao Wenjie who woke him up.

He was so tired that he didn't realize that the water in the underpass had already reached his ankles.

The two of them helped each other up, covered in mud, and then ran wildly toward the roadside.

Two people huddled under the eaves by the roadside, but this shelter was of little use.

In the midst of the raging wind and torrential rain, the rain swirled and lashed out from all directions, like shotgun blasts, stinging people's faces.

The two were already soaked to the bone, and now they were shivering with cold, so they could only huddle together and hug their backpacks tightly to keep warm.

A strong wind swept in, causing the trees to shake violently, and many signs and awnings were blown away.

The door behind them was rattling loudly.

Suddenly, with a "snap," the door behind them opened.

The two were startled. What was going on?
There is no lock.

Or is the lock broken?

The two of them looked up.

The sign above looked very trendy and stylish, unlike an ordinary small shop.

It reads: "Touchpoint Interconnect Community Service Station".

"Sorry, we were just looking for shelter from the rain." They exchanged a glance, went into the service station, and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)