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After the self-study period on Saturday afternoon, Zhang Yifan did not stay at school to attend the evening self-study session.

He asked Fu Kai for leave, saying there was something going on at home. Fu Kai glanced at him and approved it without asking any further questions.

When I walked out of the school gate, it was still light out. The tea egg stall at the school gate had already closed up, and the old lady's tricycle was no longer in its usual spot, leaving only a small patch of blackened marks from the bottom of the pot on the ground.

When Zhang Yifan got home, he changed into slippers. The living room was quiet; his parents hadn't returned yet, probably out overseeing the renovations.

Recently, after choosing a shop location, these two have been spending all their time at the building materials market, personally selecting even the smallest screw.

Zhang Yifan knew how serious the two were, so he let them be.

He poured himself a glass of water and had just sat down on the sofa when that familiar electronic voice suddenly rang in his head.

【Ding--】

[Looking back, host, do you remember that summer when you were in your senior year of high school? After your parents were laid off, they had always wanted to start a business, like a small family-run restaurant, but they lacked start-up capital. Every day, they would go to the market at dawn to sort vegetables and work on construction sites, scrimping and saving every penny.]

[At that very moment, your cousin, a distant relative who worked at the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau and had almost no contact with your family, suddenly came to your door with unprecedented enthusiasm.]

He said he "couldn't bear to see his cousin suffer" and was willing to buy your old house for 200,000 yuan so you could continue living there. He said you could use the money to open a shop, and the house would still be yours.

Your parents were so moved they almost cried on the spot. They felt that true friendship is revealed in times of trouble, and that relatives are relatives after all. Without hesitation, they signed the contract and completed the transfer of ownership.

Less than a month after the contract was signed, a demolition notice was posted in the residential complex.

Your cousin came to your door with the property certificate and some people to take possession of the house, but he immediately turned hostile.

He said he used his position to find out about the demolition in advance, and that poor relatives like them shouldn't even think about defying fate.

[Your family of three was evicted from the house you had lived in for over a decade. The demolition compensation and the allocated resettlement housing all went to him. He took the one million yuan in demolition compensation and the resettlement housing that should have belonged to you, and from then on, his life was smooth sailing.]

With that 200,000 yuan, you can't even rent a shop in the city center; your entrepreneurial dream is over.

After this incident spread among relatives, no one spoke up for your parents; instead, it became a topic of conversation and a joke during holidays.

[Task posted: Son pays for his father's debts.]

[Mission Description: Find your cousin's son, who is now living in the resettlement housing that should have been allocated to your family years ago. Expose his father's past deception to his face and seek justice for your parents.]

[Mission Reward: A villa in the city center.]

[Task Difficulty: Extremely Difficult]

[Reason: Your cousin is 15 years younger than you, 53 years old this year, in his prime, with a physical condition far superior to yours, and a temperament far worse than your uncle's back then.]

[How could a 68-year-old man like you, who wouldn't even sit at a bus stop and walked four kilometers home, possibly be his match? The system suggests you first go to the park and practice Tai Chi with the elderly men doing their morning exercises for six months to loosen up your muscles and bones before considering coming to his home.]

Zhang Yifan's hand, holding the water glass, froze in mid-air.

What the heck? My cousin? That...

My cousin is someone who's too lazy to even send a text message during Chinese New Year, and I avoid his house whenever I see him.

He does have a cousin who works at the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau and lives not far from his home, but the two families have never had much contact.

Last year during Chinese New Year, his mother asked him to deliver some New Year's gifts to his cousin. His cousin didn't even let him in the door, exchanged a few polite words at the door, and then took the gifts and closed the door.

His mother tried to comfort herself by saying that her cousin was just like that and didn't mean anything by it.

The system then told him that his cousin would soon come to his door and "help" his family through the crisis with 200,000 yuan. He would then use his position to learn about the demolition in advance and embezzle all the demolition compensation and resettlement housing that should have belonged to his family.

Two hundred thousand can be exchanged for one million plus a house.

This is what you call helping? This is fucking robbery! And the legal kind at that!

Zhang Yifan placed the water glass on the coffee table, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

Everything the system mentioned happened, but there were some unexpected discrepancies in the timing.

Since the system mentioned the demolition, it's bound to happen sooner or later.

But what bothered him even more was something else: his old, dilapidated apartment was slated for demolition.

He glanced around the living room: the shoe cabinet with its peeling paint, the old newspapers piled on the balcony, and the clivia next to the television that had never bloomed in years.

He had lived in this house for eighteen years and never thought it was anything special.

But if it really involves demolition, then it's a different story.

My cousin wants to buy the house at a low price before the demolition notice is posted, but that depends on whether he agrees.

As for his cousin, whom the system made him embarrass himself, he's fifty-four years old? In the prime of his life?

Zhang Yifan thought back and realized that his cousin's family did indeed have a son who was only three years old this year.

The last time we met was during the Chinese New Year two years ago. My cousin was holding his son and collecting red envelopes at the entrance of the community. The child was wearing open-crotch pants and squatting on the ground playing with firecrackers. He could barely speak properly.

"System," he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Are you sure my cousin's physical abilities far surpass mine?"

[Host, there's no need to worry about the disadvantages brought by the age difference. After all, the system already has Jeet Kune Do to protect you, so even if you are old and frail, you will still have the ability to protect yourself!]

After hearing this, Zhang Yifan decided to stop arguing with this system that could never figure out the timeline.

He was more concerned about the demolition itself.

Since the system says that my cousin knew about the news in advance by taking advantage of his position, it means that the demolition plan already had documents within the Housing and Construction Bureau.

My cousin should have seen it by now.

When will my cousin come?

According to the system, this happened when his parents had the idea of ​​starting a business but were struggling to make ends meet.

His family has now rented a shop and has even started renovations.

and many more.

Zhang Yifan suddenly realized.

The system was referring to the timeline of the previous life.

In his previous life, he didn't have a system or 300,000 yuan in scratch-off lottery tickets. His parents wanted to open a shop but couldn't afford a single penny. His cousin took advantage of this gap to sneak in.

Even if things are different in this life, my parents' entrepreneurial dream doesn't need my cousin's 200,000 yuan to get started.

But my cousin will still come.

Because what my cousin wanted wasn't to help his parents start a business, but rather the house that was about to be demolished.

Even if his parents are not short of money, his uncle will find other excuses.

The informational advantage of knowing about the demolition in advance won't disappear just because the Zhang family has an extra scratch-off lottery ticket, and the uncle's covetousness for the house won't be abandoned just because the family isn't short of money for the time being.

As long as the demolition news hasn't been made public, and as long as the house is still registered in his family's name, his cousin has a motive to make a move.

Since it's going to happen sooner or later, let it come.

Zhang Yifan leaned back on the sofa, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

The living room was quiet. It was already getting dark outside the window, and the sound of a neighbor walking their dog and the leash dragging on the floor could be heard downstairs.

He recalled visiting his cousin's house during Chinese New Year when he was a child. His cousin made him wait at the door for more than ten minutes before opening it, and after he came in, his cousin didn't even offer him a glass of water.

His mother brought over two bottles of good wine, which his uncle accepted, but he never gave his father a second glance.

His father remained silent the whole way home that day, only saying "Don't go to their house too often in the future" when they were almost at the door.

He didn't understand what that silence meant before, but now he does.

Some people don't look down on you for being poor; they just look down on you for never being better than them.

My cousin probably never imagined that the poor relatives he looked down on would one day know in advance what he was planning.