Wen Ying casually placed the contract in the drawer under the table, and then received a message on her phone: "Your XX account has been credited with five million."
Wen Ying was just planning to celebrate by buying more fried chicken when her phone beeped again with a text message, "Your XX account has spent four million, leaving a balance of one million and thirty thousand. Three thousand of that is her own savings."
[Host, rest assured, I have already contacted other systems, and we can immediately invest this four million into your charitable endeavors!]
"You even have a system specifically for doing charity work?"
"Of course, but it requires a ten percent commission fee."
"Your system takes a commission too?" Wen Ying was somewhat shocked. What kind of advanced beings invented these systems?
Could it be a cosmic sales king?
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Wen Ying opened the jade box, inside was a red bridal veil, folded neatly.
But a wave of coldness hit him in the face.
However, this coldness instantly dissipated upon encountering Wen Ying.
Wen Ying reached out her hand to take out the red veil and unfolded it to look.
Don't say, this red veil is quite exquisite, with intricate patterns embroidered on it, showcasing remarkable needlework.
Back then, Jiang Han held a high and mighty position as a powerful minister, so naturally, the materials for his wedding were both expensive and exquisite.
This embroidery is something most people can't afford.
The value of this red bridal veil, at that time, was more expensive than a year's worth of food for an average family.
The pattern above, could it really be a dragon and phoenix bringing good fortune?
Good heavens!
This was premeditated!
This thing, once brought out, would be evidence of a crime, evidence of a conspiracy to rebel.
As everyone knows, the dragon represents the emperor, the queen, the most noble person, who alone can wield it.
Jiang Han, though above ten thousand people, was still beneath one person.
It was absolutely impossible to use the dragon and phoenix pattern. If this thing got out, there would be no need for any other evidence of rebellion.
Just this one thing is enough!
Jiang Han couldn't possibly do this, and neither could A Zi, so the result was obvious.
Azi knew her fate the moment she saw the red bridal veil. She was unwilling to accept it, yet there was nothing she could do.
She only wanted Jiang Han to be safe.
But on her wedding night, she did not see Jiang Han even once, and in the final moments of her life, she still did not see Jiang Han.
She was unwilling, she was resentful, and that resentment lingered year after year, forming a powerful grudge that also consumed her sanity.
Wen Ying gently stroked the red bridal veil with her hand, and the malice that had been ready to burst forth gradually dissipated at this moment.
"Loulan has already vanished, and the people you wanted to avenge have all turned to dust, disappearing into the sands of history. Your revenge has been fulfilled."
Now you can see the light of day again because of Jiang Han's descendants, but you cannot follow them. Your malevolent energy is harmful to them, understand?
"Forget it, what could you possibly understand now?"
Wen Ying felt a bit melancholic. How could a grudge born of lost reason be resolved with just a few words from her?
Although now this red bridal veil belonged to her, she had even become the mistress.
But for the resentment on the red veil, it was merely one more person being manipulated.
How could a century-old grudge simply vanish just like that?
This does not align with human emotions.
Wen Ying put away the red veil and casually placed it in the drawer under the table. "There will be a day when you recover, I hope. Although I can't guarantee it, I will try my best, try my best to help you regain your clarity."
After handling the matters on Jiang Zhengyi's side, Wen Ying took out the bag she got from Uncle Zhang.
The spiritual energy within her body had almost fully recovered, and she finally had time to plan properly.
A large red plastic bag, once opened, revealed a jumble of various items inside.
Four types of pistols?
Wen Ying was a bit dazed. Is this thing useful down there?
What kind of world is that below?
When the two soul bodies are facing off, you hold a handgun and go rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat at the opposing soul body?
Could it be that what was shot out from here wasn't a bullet?
Can this thing attack the soul?
[Host! This system really can't stand it anymore! Stop using your tiny brain to think about the rules of another world! If it can be sent down, it will automatically become a weapon suitable for that world. What it shoots out isn't bullets, but a kind of energy that can attack soul bodies, understand?]
"Although your words can be a bit harsh, this high-tech heart of yours isn't bad; it's somewhat human."
[Suddenly, it was unclear whether the host was praising or cursing the system.]
The system is like a person, what kind of metaphor is that?
The system fell into deep thought.
From the system, Wen Ying got the answer and understood.
So, the remaining things follow the same principle. If these things were to reach the world below, what would that world become?
Suddenly, there's a sense of anticipation. What should I do?
Rocket launcher?
The leap was indeed quite large, but fortunately, there were only two rocket launcher models.
A sedan?
Do souls need to take a car too?
Tank???
Six whole tank models!
Uncle Zhang's imagination is indeed not to be underestimated!
There were no bows and arrows put in, only hard weaponry.
There were also a few knives that looked like they should be sharp.
Wen Ying counted these items, a total of thirty.
She took out the knife and the gun, put everything else back in place, ate a plate of fried chicken, and started working.
Unexpectedly, after drawing just one pistol, Wen Ying felt that the spiritual energy consumed was much greater than that used for yellow paper.
Based on this amount, if she draws these things all day, the spiritual energy in her body will be completely depleted.
Wen Ying silently put those knives back into the bag.
Very well, this is perfect now.
"Xiao Ying! Xiao Ying!" Aunt Zhang ran into the clinic from outside, smiling as she looked at Wen Ying. "Our street is hosting an event, and today is the first performance! The neighborhood committee hopes we can all go and support the development of our local cultural activities. Xiao Ying, are you going?"
Aunt Zhang was holding two small stools in her hands, and it was quite clear that one of them belonged to Wen Ying.
"Uncle Zhang, aren't you going?"
"He still has to mind the shop, how can he go? You should go with Auntie! Look at you, so young, cooped up in the clinic all day with no one to talk to. There are a lot of young people at today's event!"
"Alright, I'll go."
Wen Ying put her things away and followed Aunt Zhang to the only square on the street.
The square was located in the center of the street, not far from the clinic, just a four or five minute walk away.
Sure enough, when she arrived, there were already quite a few people gathered below the stage in the square.
This was the first time since Wen Ying inherited the clinic that she had seen so many people on the street, packed tightly, probably around two or three hundred.
Aunt Zhang pulled Wen Ying and headed straight for the first row below the stage.
"Xiao Ying, let's sit in the front row! The director said you're a college student, so you might even get a chance to speak!"
Wen Ying did not refuse and walked forward.
She saw young people around her holding up cameras.