Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 39, the main quest about making money, is already on easy difficulty.
to be frank.

Sometimes Chen Baiyu really felt like one person had made all the money.

Wasn't Heshen a bit too greedy?
The mansion was so large it was almost ridiculous; could Heshen really live there all at once?
If it were the old Chen Baiyu, she would definitely have gotten lost if she hadn't carefully studied the map for a while.

The corridors of Prince Gong's Mansion are like a long, winding snake. The blue brick pavement is worn smooth by countless footsteps. After turning a few corners, my mother and aunt were completely disoriented.

"Didn't the map on the side of the road just say to go this way?"

My mother's brows furrowed into a knot.

Auntie scratched her head: "I remember there should be a moon gate next to Xijinzhai, but I can't find it?"

The two stood at the crossroads, muttering to themselves.

Chen Baiyu, however, was not in a hurry at all.

He glanced at the surrounding scenery.

He remembered these details as he passed by: a half-open peony carved on a pillar in the left corridor, and a stone block with the character "福" (fortune) carved on it in the corner of the right wall.

With the help of the simple mini-map that comes with the system in my mind, I quickly determined the general direction.

"This way."

He pointed to the left and led the way into the corridor with light steps.

My mom and aunt followed along with some skepticism.

After walking for less than two minutes, I saw a moon gate with inlaid carvings.

"How do you remember it so clearly?" His aunt patted his arm in surprise. "We searched for ages and couldn't find it."

"I glanced at the map when I came in and then wrote it down."

Chen Baiyu gave a casual explanation.

Although it sounds simple, it's actually quite valuable.

It's unclear whether his super memory is due to 2 points in mental attribute or 2 points in physical constitution, but in any case, his memory is still quite extraordinary.

Not to mention the map, he could roughly recall about 70-80% of every brick and tile he had just passed.

It won't be as perfect as a video playback.

But it's basically the same.

In addition, with the system's built-in mini-map in my mind, it's even less likely that I'll get lost.

Although the minimap is still marked with all sorts of cringeworthy words.

For example, the bedroom is called the "Golden Scale Secret Nest," which, according to the description, was once the private lair of Heshen, the "Lord of Greed," located deep within the Prince Gong's Mansion and protected by layers of rune barriers and carved wooden doors.

However, when compared to the mental map, this small map is still quite helpful.

Heshen's bedroom was not very big.

For the purpose of protecting cultural relics, people can only look into the room through the glass from the outside and cannot go in to observe them up close.

In the center of the bedroom stands a large, carved bed with gilded patterns on the bedposts and a fine mesh structure woven from a special material at the bottom.

It doesn't look as luxurious as I imagined.

However, it is quite valuable.

A large number of tourists were taking pictures around the bed outside.

"That's it?" Mom stood on tiptoe and looked at it for a long time, then pouted. "It looks pretty much the same as your third aunt's old-fashioned carved wooden bed."

Auntie nodded in agreement: "That's right, it'll probably be difficult for them to even turn over."

Finally, I saw this bed.

Neither of them felt particularly amazed.

Just saying.

The tour guide's voice came from the side. He held up a microphone and lowered his voice: "Everyone, look at the wood of this bed. It's made from a single piece of Phoebe zhennan wood. In the Qing Dynasty, only the emperor could use this kind of wood. He Shen dared to use it, which shows his ambition..." The tourists listened to the explanation with headphones on.

This is clearly a tour group that comes with a guided tour.

The tour guide's voice wasn't loud, and in the crowded and extremely noisy environment, it was difficult to hear what he was saying without headphones.

It can be guaranteed that only people in the tour group can hear it clearly.

But to Chen Baiyu, it was as clear as if they were talking face-to-face.

His enhanced hearing allows him to easily filter through the surrounding noise and precisely detect the subtle sounds leaking from the headphones of tourists in nearby tour groups.

"Mom, Auntie."

"This bed is made of Phoebe zhennan wood, which, according to custom, only the emperor could use. The caisson ceiling above the bed is painted with a 'Ten Thousand Blessings Flowing Clouds' design, with a '福' (blessing) character hidden in each cloud, a total of ninety-nine, symbolizing 'the supreme ruler'..."

Chen Baiyu went over and tried to learn on the spot.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the two of them to hear.

Mom became interested and stood on tiptoe to look over the top of the bed: "It really is? This old man is too bold."

My aunt also clicked her tongue in amazement: "No wonder their house was raided later. They dared to do such a thing. If they didn't teach them a lesson, who would they teach a lesson to?"

"It's really good to be rich; you can even afford such an expensive bed..."

Mom couldn't help but say.

"But it's actually not bad that we're healthy. Do you remember the hot pot restaurant we ate at these past few days? I learned from chatting with the owner that she's very wealthy. However, her youngest daughter has a rather troublesome heart condition. They've been traveling around for years trying to cure it, spending a lot of money, but all they've done is suffer without getting it cured..."

My aunt said this from the side.

The two immediately started talking about money.

Chen Baiyu fell silent.

While her mother and aunt were still chatting about "being rich doesn't necessarily bring happiness," Chen Baiyu suddenly stared blankly at the carved wooden door.

Money is indeed an inescapable problem for modern people.

It's a lie to say he doesn't care about money at all now.

His family wasn't poor.

My parents used to run a small breakfast stall business, but after my younger brother was born, they both found jobs as drivers.

He is now self-sufficient, and his parents can continue to support his younger brother through high school and then university without any problem. They also have some retirement savings. In his mother's words, "They won't go hungry, but they won't get rich either."

He hadn't felt anything about it before.

The royalties are enough to cover my expenses.

But things are different now. This body is already being consumed, so I can't expect my mom to use her retirement savings to buy him meat, eggs, and milk, can I?
He touched the Dragon Scale Dust ring on his finger; the cool touch made his thoughts clearer.

Making money is no longer difficult for him.

So why not do it?
I used to give up because I was already living comfortably with my current level of effort, and continuing to work harder wouldn't make things any better.

But now...

He'll get better if he tries!
If he really wanted to go all out, with his physical abilities, he could carry cargo at the docks and put his fellow workers out of work; he could become a private bodyguard and take down a strong man with one punch, and his salary would definitely be substantial; even if he participated in some extreme sports competitions, with his superhuman reflexes and endurance, winning prize money would be a piece of cake.

However, none of these were what he wanted.

Now he is qualified to balance his hobbies with making money.

Deep down, he's still the same homebody who likes to curl up on the sofa playing games and reading novels.

He'd rather try making money in a way he prefers.

For example, becoming a professional esports player? With those two points in mental attributes, the reaction speed and hand-eye coordination would make crushing newbies a piece of cake; or writing novels? Right now, inspiration is flowing like a fountain, and my logic is so clear I can start three projects at the same time; if all else fails, I could even stream my gaming. With those inhuman skills, I'm sure I can attract some viewers…

(End of this chapter)