I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

The bald man looked in the direction he was pointing.

Black keycaps.

The edges are severely worn and whitish.

In the gap next to the Enter key, there is still a clear salt stain left by a dried drop of water.

The bald man's eyes widened little by little.

The pupils contracted violently in the dim light.

Both he and the crew-cut man simultaneously recalled the GIF that had gone viral on various forums and the top of the trending search list on Douyin last night.

Last night, the Weiguang Literature livestream room, which silenced 1.6 million people and went viral across the internet.

The author who cried while writing his novel.

Those hands covered in blue veins.

That tear fell straight down from off-screen and landed heavily on the keyboard.

The same black keyboard, the same worn areas, the same water stain outline.

The two debt collectors, who were terrorizing the lower district, exchanged a glance and were instantly speechless.

All the ferocity and violence were completely shattered at this moment by a tingling sensation that rushed straight to the top of the head.

They stared in horror at Yu Wen sitting in his wheelchair, at his hands resting quietly on the armrests.

The two burly men stood there, not making a sound for a long time.

In the basement, the atmosphere became strangely still at that moment.

The only sound in the basement was the dripping of water into the metal bucket.

Suddenly, the bald man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He looked at Yu Wen, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his voice trembling slightly, and blurted out instinctively:

"You...you are Teacher Yu Huashi?!"

These words broke the deathly silence in the room.

Standing to the side, Yu Yin tilted her head, looking at the two tall men with some confusion:

"You don't even know who my brother is, yet you come here to do business with him?"

Upon hearing the little girl's words, the bald man and the crew-cut man exchanged a glance, their cheek muscles twitching involuntarily.

The bald man quickly lowered his head, forcing a slightly ingratiating smile onto his originally fierce face, nodding repeatedly to smooth things over:

"Ah...yes, yes, we really didn't expect this. This big deal was always discussed on the StarNet before, this is the first time we've met Teacher Yu in person...we didn't recognize his talent, we didn't recognize his talent."

Yu Wen glanced at the two of them, knowing they had recognized him, and then took the opportunity to continue the conversation.

He glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the personal terminal, his tone remaining calm:

"As I just said, I have already prepared the three million in business funds."

He deliberately emphasized the words "business payment" before continuing:

"The countdown in the system shows today is indeed the deadline, but it's only morning now, and there are still more than ten hours until midnight."

Yu Wen paused, his tone flat:

"I need to go through the withdrawal process, but I didn't expect you two to arrive so early."

Upon hearing this, the bald man and the crew-cut man immediately felt a clear sense of guilt and embarrassment.

In their line of debt collection, there's no rule about being on time.

To prevent their targets from absconding or transferring assets, they always do what they did last night: stake out the alleyway a day in advance and break down the door early in the morning.

In the past, the poor people in the lower city they encountered would tremble with fear at the sight of the refrigerated box and the electric baton.

Who would dare to look up at the countdown to the execution, let alone calmly point out that they "arrived early and broke the rules" like they are now?

But the one in front of me is different.

That guy is the god-level big shot who made those two old foxes green with envy last night!

Given the current popularity of "To Live" across the entire internet, the amount of donations in just one night is astronomical. This guy definitely doesn't care about a mere three million.

They not only have money in their hands, but they also have the absolute right to speak.

In terms of timing, they were indeed the ones who broke the rules and were in the wrong from the start.

"Ah...it's our fault, it's our fault for not following the rules."

The bald man rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with a forced smile, his voice growing increasingly polite:

"Teacher Yu, it was our fault for disturbing your rest so early in the morning. Now that the funds are in place, please take your time with the withdrawal process. As long as the money is transferred to Xinghui's public account before midnight tonight, we will not rush you!"

As he spoke, the bald man bent down with remarkable dexterity, zipped up the silver biological refrigerator, and picked it up again.

The man with the buzz cut next to him was also quite sensible; the hand that was originally about to pry open the safety pin on the stun gun quietly withdrew and pressed tightly against the seam of his pants.

"Teacher Yu, please continue with your work. We'll go outside now and inform Xinghui."

The bald man and the crew-cut man retreated in perfect unison, their movements even a little cautious, as if afraid of knocking over the pile of junk in the basement.

But at this moment...

"Bang bang bang!"

A sudden, heavy, and erratic banging on the door rang out, causing rust to fall from the iron gate.

In the narrow, damp basement, everyone was stunned.

In this dark corner where sunlight never shines, no one ever comes here except for the garbage collectors.

Before the people inside could react, a rough, hoarse voice, thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, came from outside the iron gate:

"Yinyin? Is she inside? Open the door!"

Upon hearing this voice, Yu Yin, who had been on high alert, immediately brightened up, relaxed her tense body, and turned to Yu Wen, shouting:

"Brother! It's Uncle Scar!"

The little girl, wearing worn-out sneakers, trotted over and pulled open the heavy iron gate.

Outside the door, a few people were crowding the dimly lit corridor.

The leader was a burly man with most of his left shoulder transformed into a crude industrial robotic arm. The burn scar on his face, running from the corner of his eye to his chin, looked particularly grotesque under the tungsten light.

Scarface, the foreman of the third waste disposal station.

Behind him stood three scrap yard workers, each carrying a crowbar and a heavy wrench, covered in grease and with unfriendly expressions.

"Uncle Scar, what brings you here?"

Yu Yin looked up, somewhat surprised by the scene at the door.

Scarface glanced down at Yu Yin without saying a word.

The heavy industrial robotic arm emitted a faint gear-like sound. He reached out and grabbed the little girl by the collar, pulling her behind his broad back without a word.

He stepped into the basement, his intact right hand in his pocket. His old eyes swept around the room, his gaze settling on the bald man and the man with the buzz cut.

Scarface had spent half his life in the downtown area and had seen all sorts of people.

He immediately recognized the two debt collectors who frequented the slums and did dirty work for big companies.

Then, glancing at the silver refrigerated box on the ground with the biomedical logo, it was clear what the other party had come for.

Just now, a worker saw the two debt collectors following the sound of their footsteps as they entered the house at the alley entrance. Uncle Scar threw down his bowl and rushed over with his men.

"I was wondering why there was that familiar black car parked at the alley entrance. Turns out it's you two dogs who specialize in collecting debts for the Upper District."