Online Games: From Professional Gold Farmer to Night King

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Shanghai, 2055.

Shanghai in August is still hot. Even without being in the sun, sweat pours down your body when you stand outdoors.

At a job recruitment plaza, hundreds of people gathered, ignoring the scorching sun overhead, and rushed frantically toward a stone platform.

"Hiring porters/carriers. Two tons of cement to the sixth floor. 250 yuan per ton. First come, first served!"

A young man wearing a floral shirt, with blond hair and two dragons tattooed on his arms, shouted loudly, his eyes looking at the crowd surging around him with a hint of disdain.

"What? The sixth floor? 250 yuan per ton? Yellow-haired guy, you're ripping off the price like that, have you lost your conscience?!"

"Exactly! We carry the bags up to the 5th floor, and the minimum price starts at 300 per ton. You're on the 6th floor, and not only are you not raising the price, you're actually lowering it! What do you mean by that?!"

"We're waiting for work in this sweltering heat, and you come in and immediately try to drive the price down so low? We're human beings, not animals!"

These indignant people are all casual laborers who do whatever work is available, just to make a living in Shanghai and survive on their meager daily meals.

On a good day, you can earn five or six hundred, and if you're lucky, it's not impossible to earn over a thousand.

But when luck is bad, it's common to not earn a single penny for two or three days.

The blond-haired man seemed enraged, pointing his finger at the speaker and yelling, "Conscience? You bunch of day laborers have the nerve to talk to me about conscience? Let me tell you, in Shanghai, there are tons of people waiting for work."

"If you won't do it, plenty of others will!"

These words only fueled the righteous indignation of the surrounding workers, who wished they could drag the blond-haired man down and give him a good beating.

Unfortunately, they couldn't even guarantee their basic needs, let alone dare to offend a thug like Huang Mao who had "connections."

"You guys do it, I'm not doing it."

"I won't do it either."

"On this sweltering day, only a fool would climb six floors to carry cement for 250 yuan."

As people began to chatter, the crowd slowly began to disperse.

Huang Mao's expression was not very good. Just as he was considering whether to add another 50 yuan, a slightly awkward voice suddenly rang out.

"I'll do it."

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the person who had spoken.

This was a young man in his early twenties, about 1.8 meters tall, with a lean build and bulging veins on his arms, seemingly containing explosive power.

The man had dark skin, clearly the result of years of exposure to the elements, but it was precisely this dark skin that gave him an even stronger masculine air.

Before anyone else could react, the blond-haired man jumped off the stone platform and pulled the young man over.

He looked smugly at the casual laborers around him. "See? I told you, if you don't do it, plenty of others will!"

After saying that, he ignored the people around him and looked the young man up and down.

"What's your name?"

"Wang Xing".

The blond-haired man nodded and didn't ask any more questions. "Wait a moment, I'll recruit another one and then we'll set off."

"No need, I can carry two tons of cement by myself."

The blond-haired man's hand, which was about to light a cigarette, froze in mid-air. He turned his head and looked at Wang Xing with an incredulous expression.

"Are you sure? This is the 6th floor! It's a walk-up building! And the homeowner starts renovations tonight. Are you sure you can carry it up by yourself?"

"Confirmed! But I want to settle the bill after each trip."

"Heh~, you think I won't pay? Do you think I'm that kind of person? But whatever, if you can really carry it all up by yourself, I'll settle the bill every time. Let's go."

They got in the car and headed towards the resident's community.

About half an hour later, Wang Xing arrived at a residential community called "Tianhui Jingyuan".

Downstairs from Building 7.

The blond-haired man pointed to a pile of cement on the ground. "Hey, the cement is here. The owner is in room 602. Just carry it upstairs. I'll transfer the money to you once you carry it."

He then found a cool spot to squat down, lit a cigarette, and watched Wang Xing with interest, seemingly waiting to see how he would carry it up.

Without saying a word, Wang Xing grabbed a bag of cement and put it on his shoulder. Then he grabbed another bag with his other hand, swung it forcefully, and the cement was firmly supported on his right shoulder.

Then, carrying two bags of cement on their left and right shoulders, they ran up the stairs towards room 602.

That's right, it's running, not walking!

The blond guy across from them stared wide-eyed at the sight and walked forward in disbelief.

Looking at the cement on the ground and hearing the sound of running coming from the corridor, I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Wow! Carrying 6 pounds of cement up six flights of stairs, and he even managed to run up it?"

Less than two minutes later, Wang Xing arrived at the door, picked up two bags of cement again, and ran upstairs once more, just like before.

"Transfer the money immediately!"

He left a message before leaving.

"oh oh!"

Realizing what had happened, Huang Mao quickly transferred 25 yuan to him.

One trip... two trips... ten trips...

Two tons of cement, a task that would normally require two people to do for half a day, was completed by Wang Xing in less than two hours by himself.

When Wang Xing finished his last delivery and was settling his bill to leave, Huang Mao looked at him as if he were a monster.

"A god! I've finally seen a god today! This is practically a born brick-moving physique!"

However, Wang Xing ignored Huang Mao's sigh and took out his phone to transfer 3000 yuan to someone whose contact name was "Wang Yue".

"Yueyue, I've transferred your living expenses for this month. You must take good care of yourself at school. If anything happens, call me, okay?" Wang Xing sent out the message, a subtle smile appearing on his face.

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At this moment, at Shanghai University.

The first-year female dormitory, room 303.

A tall, fair-skinned girl was making the bed.

The sheets, pillowcases, and other items on the bed were all brand new, and all the daily necessities were piled up in a package to the side.

"Ding-dong~"

A notification sound rang out.

Hearing the voice, the girl's face lit up with joy. "It must be my brother texting me!"

I took out my phone and saw that it was indeed a message from Wang Xing.

When Wang Yue saw that her living expenses were 3000, a look of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"Beep beep~~"

The phone call connected.

"Hey, Yueyue," came Wang Xing's voice from the other end of the phone.

"Brother, why did you transfer 3000 yuan to me for living expenses? Wasn't it supposed to be 2500 yuan? You didn't transfer your own living expenses to me again, did you? I'm going to get angry if you do this again!" Wang Yue's tone was angry, but her face showed concern.

Wang Xing was only three years older than her, but he shouldered the heavy responsibility of the family like a father since he was 16.

In order to go to school, he dropped out of school early to work and support himself through high school and university.

Wang Yue felt both grateful and heartbroken for her brother.

"It's nothing. I took a light job today and earned 500 yuan in less than two hours. It was a piece of cake. What you're worried about now isn't my living expenses, but your upcoming study plans. I'm really looking forward to you graduating from university and finding a good job to support your brother." Wang Xing's voice sounded relaxed, as if making money really was easy.

However, Wang Yue noticed a hint of fatigue in Wang Xing's tone, which made her clench her fists involuntarily.

She knew her brother's temperament all too well; he always reported good news and never bad. And the more Wang Xing acted this way, the more worried Wang Yue became.

"Brother, you must take care of yourself. If something happens to you, I'll have no family left in the world..."

"Hey~ Don't worry, your brother's perfectly healthy, I'll be fine!"

"That's good. Go back and eat something nice. Don't always eat steamed buns, noodles, and vegetables; it's not nutritious! Do you hear me?!"

Wang Xing paused for a moment on the other end of the phone before grinning and saying, "Don't worry, I'll go buy a whole roasted duck later! Is that alright? Um, I have something to do here, so I'll have to go now, bye!"

"Hey, I haven't finished talking yet, Hey? Hello!" Looking at the phone that had already been hung up, Wang Yue sat on the bed in annoyance.

"That jerk! I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when I get back for vacation! Humph!"

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the other side.

Wang Xing hung up the phone and gently stroked the photo of Wang Yue on the screen saver. Although the photo was obscured by the crack in the phone screen, it still couldn't hide the girl's beautiful face.

"Wang Xing, oh Wang Xing, Yueyue hasn't graduated yet, your mission isn't finished, keep working hard! Keep it up!"