A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

Four hours later...

"Young man, wake up, we're almost there."

Yang Qi opened his eyes and just then heard the navigation prompt: "Destination is 300 meters ahead."

Yang Qi sat up straight, looked out the car window, and checked his phone; it was 10:14.

"Ha...that's pretty fast!"

Soon, the car pulled over, Yang Qi paid the fare, and got out.

Standing on the side of a large building, above the main entrance hangs the sign: Fumei Garment Co., Ltd.

I picked up two boxes of milk and a bag of fruit from the supermarket not far away and looked up at the big sign.

"The 6th time..."

"Today happens to be Sunday, so Mom and Dad don't have to work overtime tonight."

He mustered his courage and strode forward.

The old man in the security booth at the entrance was looking down at his phone when he heard footsteps and looked up at Yang Qi.

"Who should I look for?"

The security guard asked through the small window.

"Uncle, I'm looking for Yang Wenshang and Lai Lingling. I'm their son."

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at him a few more times and recognized him:

"Oh, Yang, right? Your parents are inside. Come on in."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Yang Qi carried his things through the main gate and slowed down as he walked to the door of the innermost studio on the first floor.

The studio wasn't very big, with several machines, a worktable, a computer, and lots of drawings, fabric patterns, rulers, scissors, and various coils piled up everywhere.

Yang Wenshang was sitting in front of the computer, his left hand on the keyboard and his right hand holding the mouse. On the screen was a clothing design drawing.

With a slight frown, he was very focused, and the white hair at his temples was particularly noticeable under the light.

Lai Lingling worked diligently at the sewing machine next to her, the needle constantly moving between the garments.

The two of them lived and worked together, so they had a very good relationship and supported each other.

Their personalities are also balanced: Yang Wenshang is quiet and calm, while Lai Lingling is talkative and enthusiastic.

In Yang Qi's memory, his father made the drafts and his mother made sample garments.

Standing outside the glass door, watching my mother working diligently inside, I paused, then murmured, "More gray hairs again..."

Just as he was about to push the door open after taking a deep breath, Lai Lingling held up the fabric and examined it against the light.

He turned and handed it to Yang Wenshang, saying, "Old Yang, is this collar the right size...?"

She paused halfway through her sentence.

His gaze passed over the piece of cloth and landed on the person standing at the door.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Qi?!"

"Mom..." Yang Qi called out with a smile, then pushed open the door and entered.

Hearing the noise, Yang Wenshang looked up and saw Yang Qi standing at the door. His expression changed slightly, but he said nothing.

He looked away, took the collar fabric from Lai Lingling's hand, compared it with the parameters on the drawing, and put it down only after confirming what the problem was.

Lai Lingling put down what she was doing and came over, grabbing Yang Qi's arm and looking him up and down.

"Why did you get off here? You didn't even tell us! You came all this way by yourself?"

She glanced down at the two cartons of milk and the bag of fruit in his hand. "Buying things again? Honestly, you're here, why did you have to buy anything!"

Yang Qi was pulled in by her and made to sit down in the chair next to him.

Lai Lingling turned around to get her water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him: "Are you thirsty? Have some water first. Are you tired from the car ride? Have you eaten? Your dad said this morning..."

His mother was so enthusiastic that Yang Qi didn't know how to start a conversation. He just scratched his head or grinned foolishly.

It was Yang Wenshang who came to the rescue, saying, "Alright, let's finish what we're doing first. The collar was a little off, so I adjusted it."

"Yes, yes, look how excited I am! Let's get to work."

Lai Lingling patted Yang Qi on the shoulder, "Xiao Qi, play on your phone here for a while. After we finish this batch of sample garments, we'll take you out for a big meal tonight."

"You're really lucky! Remember Aunt Liwen? She won several thousand yuan yesterday betting on lottery numbers and was going to treat everyone to a big meal. Since you're here, come join us!"

"Uh..." Yang Qi hesitated, "Is it okay if I don't go?"

"No way, we're already here, how can we leave without eating?"

"Alright then."

Lai Lingling turned around and got back to work, while Yang Wenshang also started typing on his computer again.

The two quickly got back into work mode, and Yang Qi sat down in the chair next to him.

He held the water bottle Lai Lingling had given him, took a sip, and put it on the table.

After watching my parents' backs as they worked for a while, my nose started to sting with tears.

He shook his head, took out his phone, muted it, and opened the King of Glory app.

The silent timi sounded...

I haven't played in a long time. Now that I have some free time and am bored, I'll give it a try and play a few rounds.

I opened the ranked matches and saw my rank of King of Glory, 70 stars.

Click to match, prioritize roaming, then select mid lane.

Match successful, proceed to the character selection screen.

Fifth floor of the red building.

Opponent: Marksman Luban No. 7, Support Cai Wenji, Counter Lu Yaojin, Mid Lane Jiang Ziya, Jungler Li Yuanfang.

On Yang Qi's side, the marksman is Yuan She, the top laner is Lv Bu, the mid laner is Xiao Qiao, and the jungler is Pan Gu.

Yang Qi looked at the opponent's lineup, none of whom had super armor, and a smile appeared on his lips.

In this game of human vs. machine, watch as I, a master, teach you how to do things…

Once the game has loaded, you will be able to enter a match.

The opposing team played like bots. They were harassed by Xiao Qiao in the mid lane at level one, and when their jungler Li Yuanfang went to invade their jungle, he was ambushed by Xiao Qiao and Pan Gu, giving away first blood.

Yang Qi's Lu Ban Master followed Yuan She to the bottom lane. The opposing Lu Ban No. 7 was positioned too far forward and was pulled by his chain every time. Yuan She followed up with damage, and in less than four minutes, they destroyed the bottom lane tower.

Unsurprisingly, the game ended in 10 minutes with a score of 7-0-30, showcasing top-tier roaming skills.

Playing against bots is so much fun...

Playing against bots all the time, it was so much fun, I won 12 games in an hour and a half.

He consistently earned MVP awards and top-tier roaming skills, achieving numerous winning streaks and increasing his star count from 70 to 102.

After winning 12 consecutive games, Yang Qi became alert.

I can't play anymore, or I'll get punished by the system...

I turned off the game and just then I heard Lai Lingling's voice.

"Ah, finally I can get off work!"

Lai Lingling patted the loose threads off her hands, turned around to look at Yang Qi, her face full of smiles:

"Xiao Qi, let's go eat."

He turned to look at Yang Wenshang and said, "Old Yang, that's a wrap. No need to work overtime tonight."

Yang Wenshang saved the file and shut down the computer: "Okay."

The three people walked out of the studio and walked along the roadside.

Yang Qi walked in the middle, with Lai Lingling on his left arm in his hand, and Yang Wenshang on his right with his hands behind his back.

After walking for about twenty minutes, we arrived at a pork trotter rice restaurant.

The signboard reads "Ah Qiang's Pig Trotter Rice" in large characters, and the menu and QR code for payment are posted on the glass door.

"Boss, three servings of braised pork knuckle rice!" Yang Wenshang said.

"Okay!"

The three of them found a table against the wall and sat down.

On the table were a bottle of vinegar, chili sauce, and plum juice.

Soon, the owner brought over three servings of braised pork trotters with rice, each serving being very generous.

The rice is topped with a thick layer of stewed pig's trotters, the dark red broth seeping into the rice, and there are a few pieces of braised tofu and a braised egg on the side.

Yang Qi looked at the juicy feast in front of him and couldn't help but chuckle.

Sure enough, a trip to Lingnan province wouldn't be complete without a meal of braised pork trotters with rice...

I broke open a disposable chopstick, picked up a piece of pig's trotter, and put it in my mouth.

Stewed until tender and flavorful, with chewy skin and soft, tender meat, the savory sauce melts in your mouth.

Yang Qi took another bite of rice, and as he chewed, a sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

Halfway through the meal, Yang Wenshang looked at Yang Qi and asked:

"Why did you come down? Did something happen? Or are you out of money?"

Upon hearing this, Lai Lingling put down her chopsticks and looked at Yang Qi nervously.

She didn't ask about the reservoir all morning, just in case she heard a bad answer.

If their son suddenly runs downstairs looking for them, given his personality, something must have happened.

She wanted to know the answer, but she was also afraid that the answer might be bad.

Yang Qi wiped his mouth with a tissue, then smiled and teased, "Would you believe me if I said I missed you guys?"

"Come on," Yang Wenshang rolled his eyes. "Let's get down to business."

"Oh, Dad, you have absolutely no sense of humor."

Yang Qi picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, then said, "Don't look so serious. I'm really fine. The reservoir was closed for a month for road repairs, and I was bored, so I came down to visit you guys."

Yang Wenshang didn't respond, but changed the subject, saying seriously:

"Where did you get the money to build that road around the reservoir? I saw the scale of your construction in the village group chat. And where did that 500,000 yuan for buying out the reservoir come from?"

He paused, then said carefully, "Don't talk to me about loans. I could believe you if you said it was a loan for 500,000, but the road construction is a huge undertaking. Just the manpower and machinery alone would burn through a lot every day. Where would you get the money to borrow?"

"It's free..." Yang Qi answered in his heart, though he certainly couldn't say it aloud, so as not to attract the attention of passersby.

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and switched to his hometown dialect:

"Dad, if I told you I have ten million on me, would you believe me?"

Yang Wenshang looked at him without saying a word. His expression didn't seem to indicate that he believed him or not; it was more like he was trying to determine if his son had a fever.

What do you think?

"If you don't believe me, then there's nothing I can do." Yang Qi shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

Lai Lingling, listening from the side, became increasingly alarmed, especially upon hearing that it wasn't ten million. She couldn't help but tug at Yang Qi's arm:

Xiao Qi, tell Mom the truth, do you really have it?

"Is it possible that it's fake?"

Yang Qi looked at her, his tone becoming more serious, "Don't worry, Mom, it's money earned through legitimate channels."

"Let's talk about it later tonight; there are too many people and too much attention here."

Yang Wenshang was somewhat moved when he saw that his son didn't seem to be lying. But ten million... Madam, madam, it was too much for him to even imagine.

"Who else knows about this besides you?"

"Just the two of you, and my grandma and the others didn't say a word."

Yang Qi thought to himself, "Sigh, Dad's still so shrewd. He won't believe me unless I tell him the truth."

"That's good. If you really do have ten million, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone, including your grandma, your uncle, and the others. Understand?"

"Know."

"You really have it?" Yang Wenshang asked again, but his tone was different from before, as if he were confirming.

Yang Qi didn't answer. He reached into his pocket, took out the black card from his system space, and placed it on the table, partially covering it with his palm.

Yang Wenshang's gaze fell on the card, his pupils contracted, and he was extremely shocked.

He had seen it online and learned about it, so he naturally knew what it was. Therefore, the way he looked at Yang Qi changed; there was no greed in his eyes, only worry.

Hey kid, what are you doing?

He reached out and pressed Yang Qi's hand down, covering the black card again: "Put it away, now!"

Seeing the lack of greed in his father's eyes, Yang Qi felt a warmth in his heart. He put the card back in his pocket, but actually put it back into his spatial storage.

Then he picked up his chopsticks again and ate as if nothing had happened.

"No, you carry it with you at all times, so you're not afraid of losing it."

"It gives me peace of mind to carry it with me."

"......"

Looking at his son's nonchalant attitude, Yang Wenshang opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally picked up his chopsticks.

Lai Lingling hadn't reacted yet. She had never seen a black card before and didn't know how valuable it was. She just thought it was a card. Why was Lao Yang reacting so strongly?

"Old Yang, it's just a card..."

"Shh." Yang Wenshang put some vegetables into her bowl.

"Let's eat, we'll talk about it when we get home tonight..."