Rebirth of the Hong Kong Millennium Conglomerate

A rooster crowed outside the window; dawn was approaching.

As dawn broke in the eastern sky, the faint morning light shone through the tattered window paper into the mud-brick house, illuminating the cobwebs in the corner and also Zhang Zeyang's eyes.

Zhang Zeyang lay on the hard wooden bed, staring at the few rays of morning light filtering through the thatched roof, his mind still replaying the events of the previous night.

The extravagance of the past life has come to an end, and this life begins with hardship, along with the little sister who is as thin as a kitten.

He slowly moved his fingers. His ten-year-old body was still weak and sore. The weakness after the high fever had not completely subsided. With the slightest exertion, his temples throbbed with pain.

But he knew he couldn't stay in bed any longer. His parents were dead, and his family was destitute. If he collapsed, his younger sister, Zhang Lingyun, would truly become an orphan with no one to care for her.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Zeyang propped himself up on his arms and slowly sat up. The tattered cotton quilt slipped off his body, revealing a coarse cloth jacket with several patches underneath.

He looked down at his thin arms and legs and couldn't help but sigh in his heart—with this physique, let alone carrying the family, he couldn't even keep up with others when it came to working in the fields.

"I need to go out and take a look, to see what's going on in this village," Zhang Zeyang muttered to himself, his voice still carrying a childlike innocence, yet revealing a composure beyond his years.

He threw back the covers, just about to get his feet off the bed, when a cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind without warning:

[Ding! Host's soul detected as stable, meeting activation requirements. The Time-Space Survival System is now officially activated!]

Zhang Zeyang's body stiffened abruptly, and he almost rolled off the bed.

He stared wide-eyed, scanning the empty mud-brick house warily. The thatched roof, the yellow mud walls, the spider webs in the corners... everything was exactly the same as before, with no one in sight and no unusual sounds.

"Who? Who's speaking?" he whispered, his heart pounding, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

[Host, there is no need to panic. This system is a time-space survival assistance system, designed to help you survive and thrive in a special historical context.]

[New player gift pack has been sent, please check it!]

The mechanical sound disappeared quickly and reappeared just as fast. Before Zhang Zeyang could react, a pale blue light screen suddenly appeared in front of him.

The words on the light screen were crystal clear, as if they were directly engraved into his consciousness:

[New Player Gift Pack Contents:]

1. Spatial Ring x1 (Internal space 1000 cubic meters, can store non-living objects, can be accessed by thought)

2. Special Forces Squad Summoning Cards x10 (Each card can summon a modern special forces squad of twelve members, fully equipped, with 100% loyalty)

3. Initial capital: US$100 million (already deposited in the spatial ring, held in cash).

4. Yi Jing Pei Yuan Dan: Two pills (can gradually change one's constitution!)

Zhang Zeyang's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.

A 1,000-cubic-meter spatial ring! Ten special forces squad summoning cards! And one million US dollars!

Is this...is this real?

He pinched himself hard, the sharp pain telling him this wasn't a dream. Overwhelmed with joy, he almost burst into cheers.

Having spent ten years in the financial world in his previous life, he had seen too many ups and downs, but never before had anything made him feel such intense ecstasy as he was now.

A spatial ring! With this, he has a portable warehouse where he can store food, supplies, and money discreetly without worrying about being discovered.

Special Forces Squad Summoning Card! What does a modern special forces squad of twelve people even mean?

In this era, it's practically invincible! 100% loyalty eliminates any worries about backlash.

There's still a million US dollars left! Although it's practically useless in the countryside these days, if you want to spend it, you'll have to find a way to exchange it for RMB on the black market.

The final elixir can change the physical constitution of both myself and my sister!

"The means to survive... I finally have the means to survive!" Zhang Zeyang clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white from the force, while his eyes uncontrollably reddened slightly.

In his past life, he was all alone, striving with all his might to climb to the top, but in the end, a car accident wiped everything out.

Now, in his desperate situation, a system has appeared out of nowhere, giving him a chance to defy fate!

He suppressed his excitement, concentrated his mind, and sure enough, he felt a simple, antique-style ring floating quietly in the depths of his consciousness.

He tried to move the ring with his mind, and it instantly appeared on his finger. The cool touch traveled through his skin, so real it was unbelievable.

With another thought, he "saw" the space inside the ring—a spacious area the size of a stadium, with ten silver cards neatly stacked in the corner, along with stacks of brand-new US dollars, bound in kraft paper, gleaming with an alluring luster.

Finally, there were two jade bottles containing two Yi Jing Pei Yuan Pills!

Zhang Zeyang took a deep breath and put the ring on his finger. The ring instantly shrank, fitting his finger perfectly now.

[Ding! New player gift pack distributed. The system is about to depart. Hope you survive well, host. Goodbye!]

The cold, mechanical voice sounded again, then fell completely silent. No matter how Zhang Zeyang called out in his mind, there was no response.

The system has left?

Zhang Zeyang paused for a moment, then smiled wryly. Well, this kind of system is much more convenient. It doesn't force him to do tasks or make any unnecessary demands; it only provides the most practical information. The rest of the journey is up to him.

The initial euphoria gradually subsided, and reason regained its advantage. Zhang Zeyang leaned against the headboard, his brows slowly furrowing.

The system gave us some really good stuff, better than we ever imagined, but the problem is—we can't take any of it out right now!

He is now just a ten-year-old orphan in the countryside, both his parents have died, his family is destitute, and he can't even afford a full meal on a regular basis.

If the US dollars were converted into supplies, or even used to summon a fully armed special forces squad, the consequences would be unimaginable!

In this era, people are simple and honest, yet they are also extremely vigilant about anything "abnormal".

How can a ten-year-old child support his younger sister? People will see it all. Even if he has money, it's impossible for him to live a good life.

Not to mention summoning a special forces team. If discovered, you might be mistaken for a "spy," and you might not even know how you died, let alone survive!

"It seems that the most urgent thing is that we can't stay here any longer." Zhang Zeyang's eyes sharpened. "Every family in this village is struggling to make ends meet. My sister and I can only get by with the help of our neighbors, but that's not a long-term solution."

Moreover, the things the system provides need a relatively safe environment to be fully digested.

But where can we go if we leave here?

He is only ten years old, and his sister is only three. Two half-grown children, going to the city?

The control in the city was stricter than in the countryside. Without a household registration, without food coupons, you couldn't even get a sip of water.

Going deep into the mountains and forests? That would allow us to avoid being seen, but it's still not a good idea!

Zhang Zeyang frowned even more deeply, as one thought after another flashed through his mind, only to be rejected one by one.

Just as he was racking his brains to figure out a way out, he heard a slight noise beside him.

Zhang Zeyang turned his head and saw Zhang Lingyun lying on the inside of the bed rubbing her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled, and her big, dark eyes slowly opened, looking at him with a sleepy look.

"Brother..." The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, with a slight nasal tone from just waking up. When she saw Zhang Zeyang was awake, her eyes lit up instantly. She reached out and tightly grasped the hem of Zhang Zeyang's clothes. "Brother, are you done?"

Zhang Zeyang reached out and touched his sister's dry, yellow hair, his voice incredibly gentle: "Yes, brother is all better now, Lingyun, don't be afraid."

Zhang Lingyun grinned, her little face full of dependence. She climbed out of bed and snuggled up next to Zhang Zeyang, like a kitten seeking shelter.

"Brother, I'm hungry," the little girl whispered, her stomach rumbling in agreement.

Zhang Zeyang felt a pang of sadness. For the past two days, the original owner had had a persistent high fever; his sister must not have eaten much.

"Are you hungry?" He smiled and ruffled his sister's hair. "Come on, I'll find you something to eat and cook you some porridge."

He leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, took Zhang Lingyun's small hand, and walked to the corner of the room. There sat a small earthenware jar, the family's only stored food.

Zhang Zeyang squatted down, lifted the lid of the earthenware jar, and a faint smell of coarse grains wafted out. There was only a small amount of cornmeal left in the jar, which his parents had saved up by being frugal when they were alive. There was also a small handful of dried sweet potato leaves next to it.

That's all!

Zhang Zeyang sighed, carefully scooped out two spoonfuls of cornmeal, grabbed a handful of sweet potato leaves, and put them into a chipped earthenware jar.

He took his sister's hand and walked into the yard, where he filled half a jar with water.

In the corner of the adobe house, there was a simple stove made of a few stones, with a dark iron pot on top.

Zhang Zeyang found some dry firewood and stuffed it into the stove. It took him a lot of effort to light it with a match—this body was too small, and everything he did felt strenuous.

Flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the water in the earthenware pot gradually boiled. He poured in cornmeal and sweet potato leaves, stirring constantly with a wooden stick to prevent them from sticking to the pot.

Soon, a faint aroma of porridge wafted out. Although it wasn't exactly delicious, it was enough to make Zhang Lingyun's eyes widen and her little nose twitch incessantly.

The porridge was very thin, just clear broth with a few sweet potato leaves floating in it, and not a drop of oil in it.

Zhang Zeyang filled two bowls, handed one to his younger sister, and sat on the doorstep with the other, sipping it slowly.

The cornmeal was coarse and scratched his throat, but Zhang Zeyang drank it with great care because it was the first bowl of rice he had ever eaten in this era.

Zhang Lingyun held the rough porcelain bowl, which was bigger than her face, and sipped the porridge slowly, her face full of satisfaction.

She drank very slowly and with great care, and after finishing the porridge, she even licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

Seeing his sister's obedient appearance, Zhang Zeyang's resolve strengthened—no matter what, he had to ensure his sister's survival, that she would live well, and never have to go hungry or suffer injustice again.

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