My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

What to do when you return from working away from home and find your old house has been turned into a closed-down guesthouse?

Since things have come to this, let's take a picture first.

"Click—"

Luo Zhuang raised his phone and took a panoramic photo.

He posted the photos in his college roommates' group chat, saying in a voice message: "Brothers, come hang out sometime, it's only 100 a day, cheap and affordable."

The response in the group was enthusiastic:

roll!

climb!

You're obsessed with money!

Does 100 yuan include service?

Want the dealer to serve you?

It works!

Luo Zhuang couldn't help but chuckle; his roommates were as enthusiastic as ever.

The WeChat group is named "A Group of Big Bubbles". Because one of my roommates is a person from the clouds, he learned the elegant and easy-going local word "bubble" and used it in the group name.

However, Luo Zhuang only knows that "gepao" is an insult, or at least a joke, but doesn't know its specific meaning.

Luo Zhuang put his phone back in his pocket, looked up at the three-story building in front of him, and kept scratching his head.

He just graduated from university this year and found a job in Shanghai. He worked there for almost a year, and didn't even come home for the Chinese New Year in order to earn money. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore because his boss was so inhumane, so he quit and got out.

He was exhausted that year, so he thought he would go back to his hometown to rest for a couple of days before looking for a job.

Therefore, he specially returned to his hometown in the western suburbs of Chengdu, just wanting some peace and quiet.

But to his utter surprise, his old house, which was neither in the city nor near Qingcheng Mountain, suddenly disappeared, replaced by a three-story guesthouse.

I remember when I had just graduated, my dad, Luo Zhigang, and my mom, Ren Suqing, mentioned on WeChat that some kind of health and wellness tourism area was going to be built near our hometown. They were planning to turn our old house into a guesthouse, and maybe we could make some extra money.

Luo Zhuang always thought they were just saying it casually, so he didn't take it seriously.

Who would have thought they'd actually do it!

Now it's all over. The health and wellness tourism area project has fallen through. I've seen it all over Luozhuang on short videos. It looks like the guesthouse my parents built has also gone under.

If this guesthouse hadn't been built on his family's old courtyard, there would probably have been a rental notice posted here long ago.

Luo Zhuang sighed. No wonder his parents seemed relieved when they heard he had found a job.

Although this guesthouse was built on the family's old courtyard, saving on rent, the addition of floors and renovations must have cost a lot of money.

Now that they've found jobs and are self-sufficient, their financial burden is lessened.

They always shouldered their own burdens and didn't want to pass on the pressure to me, so I was unaware of this matter.

If I hadn't fallen out with my boss at work and suddenly resigned to go home, I probably wouldn't have known about this.

"Why did you go back to your hometown without saying goodbye? But since that's the case, you can stay there by yourself for a couple of days."

Your dad and I are both busy in the city and can't come home or take care of you. The house has changed a bit, but it's all cleaned up. Feel free to stay here.

The door lock has been replaced with a combination lock; the combination is ******.

This was a voice message from his mother, Ren Suqing. Luo Zhuang had been a little confused about it before, but now he finally understood what was going on.

Furthermore, this isn't just a slight change...

Luo Zhuang thought to himself that he really needed to be on edge. He didn't know if he had become a second-generation debtor. His parents hadn't told him, but he had to be prepared for the worst.

Take a short break and then hurry up and go find a job.

He walked into the lobby of the guesthouse. The lobby was decorated in a very simple and clean style, which is the kind of minimalist style that hotels have been using a lot in the past two years. The decoration cost is cheap, but it is very effective.

The light wood-colored reception desk is furnished with a computer and cashier equipment, while diagonally opposite is a modern-style black and white patchwork coffee table and a beige fabric sofa.

Behind the sofa, on the hollow bookshelf, were various brand-new books: self-help books, success manuals, biographies of famous people, and some novels that I had heard of or hadn't, but they were clearly just for show, not meant to be read.

Of course, the "Chengdu Tourist Guide" still exists, and it's displayed in a very prominent position. Unfortunately, it's all useless now.

Luo Zhuang isn't in the mood to read a book right now.

He walked around to the front desk, glanced at the wall cabinet, which was filled with snacks and drinks, as well as a framed business license.

The company name on the business license is "Chengdu Shiguang Half-Day Leisure Hotel Management Co., Ltd."

There's no doubt that their guesthouse is on the verge of closing down, but it hasn't closed down yet.

I just called my mom to verify, and she said that the business license hasn't been cancelled yet, and told me not to worry about it, and that she would take care of it when she has some free time in a few days.

A half-day of leisure...

This name probably wasn't chosen by the parents themselves.

Luo Zhuang sat down in a chair, casually turned on the computer, and immediately saw the "Hotel Integrated Management System" on the desktop.

I guess we won't need to open this thing again...

He thought this to himself, but his hand involuntarily moved the mouse and opened the system software, then he froze.

After the software interface popped up, the name displayed at the top center had a few more words added: Multidimensional Hotel Integrated Management System.

The interface is even simpler and cleaner than the guesthouse lobby. On the white background, besides this line of text, there is only a row of buttons:

Guest reception, guest room management, boundary marker management, hotel setup.

At this moment, apart from the "Guest Reception" button flashing continuously, all other buttons are grayed out.

What the hell?!

Multidimensional?!

Could it be that this guesthouse can accommodate guests from other dimensions?

What kind of bed and breakfast do Mom and Dad run?!

Driven by curiosity, Luo Zhuang clicked on the constantly flashing "Guest Reception" button.

A dialog box popped up immediately, which read: You have a new order.

The order applicant's information is below:

Hua Hengyue, female, born in the first year of Yongxi of the Daqian Dynasty, is 14 years old. Her parents have passed away, and she is living with her maternal uncle. Recently, she has been troubled by her cousin's harassment and her aunt's unkindness, and she wants to find a quiet place.

Available rent:

Two taels of silver—this is the monthly allowance that Hua Hengyue receives.

Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch - Hua Hengyue was frail and sickly since childhood. In the past, she met a monk named Ni, who gave her two Crimson Pearl Immortal Herbs. She made two medicine pouches from them and carried them with her. They had the effect of strengthening her body.

The "bottom-of-the-chest set"—comprising erotic paintings, erotic porcelain, wood carvings, and embroidery—was part of Hua Hengyue's dowry left by her parents. Because Hua Hengyue was young, the dowry was entrusted to her maternal uncle's family for safekeeping, and only a small portion of it remains, leaving only the "bottom-of-the-chest set."

Luo Zhuang clicked his tongue. Why did this introduction feel so familiar?

He was wondering if this software, which appeared to be a hotel management system, was actually some kind of simulation management game when he suddenly noticed that the options "two taels of silver" and "a set of treasured items" had turned gray.

The only thing that was lit up was the "Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch".

"The customer has paid; please proceed with check-in."

A new pop-up window suddenly appeared on the computer screen.

Luo Zhuang was stunned. They'd already paid?! Where did they pay?!

The question had barely formed in his mind when he saw an exquisite sky-blue silk purse on the wooden table in front of him.

A faint medicinal fragrance emanated from it, refreshing and invigorating, instantly making one feel much more energetic.

Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch?!

How could this really be true?!

Luo Zhuang was taken aback. He picked up the purse and examined it. It felt cool and silky to the touch, made of the finest silk. When he pinched it with his fingers, he felt a slight grainy texture, which must be the feeling of the Crimson Pearl Herbs inside.

What struck him as particularly amazing was that the moment he held the purse in his hand, he felt refreshed and invigorated, as if his years of chronic illness had vanished overnight, giving him a feeling of being reborn.

It's a very strange feeling, a feeling of being completely refreshed, like you're cultivating immortality.

The crimson medicine pouch in his hand was no ordinary object!

Luo Zhuang carefully put away his medicine pouch, wondering where the customer was now that the rent payment had arrived, when he heard a girl's voice from the doorway: "Shop...keeper?"