Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

Everything was pitch black before his eyes. Zhou Hong shook his head, his memory a little hazy. He seemed to be serving at an extremely grand luncheon, and then he fell asleep.

I had a long dream, as if I had lived through the rest of my life, but I can't remember the specific details. It was like a dream.

What's going on? My senses are gradually returning, but my eyes feel like they're being covered by something.

I instinctively tried to sit up, but felt sore all over. After struggling for a moment, I immediately realized that my hands and feet were bound and my eyes were covered with a black cloth.

Ah... this...

Fragments of memories flooded back, replaying the erotic and thrilling scenes in that apartment.

It was like a dream, yet so real.

There were footsteps, then someone removed his blindfold, followed by the sound of curtains being drawn. Suddenly, his eyes were brightened by the intense light, and Zhou Hong squinted before he could see clearly that a middle-aged woman in a beige suit was standing in front of him. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, was very intellectual, and had an elegant demeanor that was quite different from ordinary people.

Several more men in black untied the ropes that were tightly binding their hands and feet.

Zhou Hong rubbed his aching wrists and looked around.

Actually, if the other party doesn't untie it, I think I have a way to do it myself.

This is the hotel bedroom, but it's slightly less luxurious than the suite I saw yesterday.

"Mr. Hong, is that right? Hello, my name is Linda, and I am Madam Wu's assistant." The middle-aged woman spoke in a gentle voice.

"It's all a misunderstanding, Mr. Hong, you can leave now!" the woman said, handing over a piece of paper.

Zhou Hong glanced at it; it was a Thai baht cash check. This kind of bank draft is equivalent to a large denomination of currency. It cannot be reported lost, and once it's used, it's used. Whoever finds it can turn it into their own and exchange it for cash.

The face value is 100 million baht, which is roughly 20 RMB.

Zhou Hong watched quietly; clearly, it was a "gift" from the Fifth Madam.

Looking at the sun outside, it's the morning of the second day.

Yesterday, I suddenly fainted while I was working; it was undoubtedly the work of the Fifth Madam.

Oh, seeing how hard I was working, Uncle Li gave me a bottle of water to drink. Uncle Li probably had no idea that someone had drugged the water.

From yesterday until now, the Fifth Madam has naturally investigated her background thoroughly.

She's the kind of person who doesn't believe in "coincidences." Even if her sudden appearance saved her life, she would naturally find it full of suspicious points.

Letting me go now means that I have passed her preliminary investigation.

However, given her personality, she would have killed herself to cover her tracks immediately. After returning to the kitchen, she considered whether to run away, but Uncle Li was in dire need of help and called her to come and do temporary work. She should tell Uncle Li, shouldn't she? She returned to the kitchen, helped out for a little while, and was about to resign when she saw Uncle Li. Then, she lost consciousness.

Now, not only did that wicked woman not kill her, she even rewarded her with money, which she probably considered an immense favor.

But why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Although he was destitute and had to take out student loans to support his studies, he also had to work hard every day doing illegal jobs to earn a living. This check was a lifeline for him.

But at this moment, the pale blue check seemed to reflect the venomous woman's faint yet disdainful and arrogant expression.

Yes, it was because she had figured out her financial situation that she only gave her 100 million baht, even though she had saved her life, because she believed that was enough to match her worth.

That's true. 20 RMB can buy a two-story townhouse in my hometown, a small county town. And the monthly salary for a government employee in my hometown is only four or five hundred RMB.

"Forget about the money, can I leave now?!" Zhou Hong's face was calm, but his heart was bleeding.

How many problems can this help me solve?

A true man can bend and stretch! Why pretend to be something he's not?

Zhou Hong gritted his teeth. A stubborn and arrogant person is not respectable. A real man is one who recognizes reality.

Just as I was about to change my mind, a "ding" sounded, as if it came from the depths of my soul.

"Ding! Basic salary assessment complete!"

"Based on the host's overall performance during the assessment period, the base daily salary is determined to be: 1000 salary coins!"

"HEPING system is undergoing restructuring, please wait!"

? ? ? ?

My experiences from yesterday until now have left me confused about what was a dream and what was reality. My head is throbbing so badly that I can't tell the difference at all.

Could it be that the system activation is real? Am I truly a chosen one working for the system?

Linda looked at the rejected check in her hand, then looked at Zhou Hong in surprise: "Madam also said that she was going to recommend you for a new job because you are quite capable."

"Ding! System reconfiguration complete!"

"Ding! Host's status in the Heping world is detected as 'low-income household.' 'Relief funds' will be issued, amounting to fifty days' wages! We hope the host will strive to improve their situation and escape this lowly life as soon as possible!"

"Ding! Today's pay has been issued!"

Zhou Hong's phone beeped with a text message.

I bought this old phone from the secondhand market so I could make more calls for my illegal jobs and contact my employers. It cost me 600 baht, which is about 120 RMB. I have to say, Nokia phones are really top-notch. The screen is a bit cracked, but it doesn't affect daily use.

When I was tied up, they didn't take my phone away.

The text messages are from the military bank's FCD USD account, and three remittance messages from a fund called "RB" on Paradise Island.

The first payment was "$5".

The second payment was "US$1000".

The third transaction was "$510".

Ah, this...

Is this a real text message, not a scam?

Zhou Hong savored the mechanical voice of the system: "Daily salary," 1000 salary coins? "Relief fund," fifty daily salary, 5 salary coins?

Yes, that seems to match up. This salary is paid in the most popular currency on Earth—the US dollar?

So, the daily wage is $1000, while the relief payment given to this "low-income household" is 50 times the daily income, which is $5.

What is the $510 for?

"Mr. Hong, about the new job..." Linda continued to try to persuade him.

"No need! I won't eat a single grain of her rice. Don't underestimate a young man's potential!"

Zhou Hong's mind was in a daze, and he didn't know how these cringeworthy words came out.

No way, it seems like the system itself is babbling in Thai, and the translation into Thai is close to the meaning of this sentence.

He turned and strode out. The important thing now was to figure out what was going on with this strange system, and whether the payment SMS was real. Was the system benefit being sent to his bank card in the form of virtual funds?

If it's true, that would be amazing!

Other matters are secondary.

With a thought, the system interface appeared:

"Status: Low-income household; Next level: Commoner"

Grade: Unranked; Next level: Unranked

"Salary: 1000/day; Next level: 2000/day"

"Basic Skills: Local Language Pack, Physical Education"