1 Chapter 1
◎New store opening, welcome to visit◎
[Please—citizens—stay away—]
In the early morning, the food street in Jiangshi University Town was empty and the shutters of shops were closed.
Only the notification light at the end of the street was still on, flickering intermittently as if the contact was malfunctioning, making the faces of the celebrities on the posters dim and unclear.
A faint scream was carried by the wind from afar, and a colorful, torn banknote appeared out of thin air.
One, two...more and more banknotes, flying up in handfuls like snowflakes, crowding towards the end of the street.
They covered the light signs and the road surface, and scraped across the doors, windows and walls on both sides, making bursts of crisp metallic sounds.
Crash~
"Gold coins! Lots of gold coins, hey, don't run!"
On the second floor of a shop at the end of the street, Ye Pingan followed the sound and grabbed something, but found nothing. "It was a dream."
Ye Ping'an rolled into the plush quilt, but failed to continue his sweet dream. The collision sound, clearer than in the dream, went straight into his ears.
The sound was getting closer, as if it was knocking on the window outside.
Crash~crash!
"What the hell is going on? The weather forecast for City A didn't call for hail. Which thief came to replace my window glass for free?"
Ye Ping'an couldn't stand it any longer and stood up and opened the curtains.
In the middle of a yawn, Ye Ping'an's eyes suddenly widened and he stared straight out the window.
No hail, no thieves.
Banknotes. One after another, stacks upon stacks of banknotes, slammed against the window.
1 yuan, 10 yuan, 100 yuan, 1000 yuan...something I've seen before, paper, metal...
The tempting sound of coins was too dense, gradually becoming out of tune and sharp, and increasingly cold and harsh.
The banknotes were squeezed together, and the brightly printed numbers were blurred and deformed, sticking to the glass. Strange blocks of color like bloody handprints filled all the gaps visible through the window.
Scarlet is eye-catching and mouth-watering.
"…Am I still dreaming?"
Ye Ping'an rubbed his eyes blankly, and rubbed them again and again.
Crash~
Bang! Bang!
As she saw the banknotes, the sound of collision suddenly became louder, like a violent storm.
Even the window frames were shaking, and the thin glass was shaky, as if it would be shattered in the next second.
They are coming in!
Ye Ping'an came back to his senses, quickly opened the window, his eyes shining.
"That's a lot of money! Come in quickly! Don't let the wind blow it away!"
call--
The moment the window was opened, banknotes poured down with a chill.
Each one has its four corners open, like a gaping mouth, full of malice, grinding its teeth and sucking blood.
The numbers printed on the "banknote" changed rapidly, and another line of black red words appeared faintly.
1, 2, 3 yuan...
1, 2, 3... life span!
The ink expanded and surged, twisted and crawled, and couldn't wait to crawl out of the paper and rush straight towards Ye Ping'an.
Bang!
Ye Pingan was beaming with joy, grabbing the flying banknotes and saying, "Today's dream was really good!"
If money falls from the sky or people rush to grab it, who can not pick it up?
Anyway, Ye Ping'an can't do it.
If there is any real malice, it will be cold and stagnant.
The hand that held it was white and strong, with light calluses, just like any ordinary chef's.
The "banknotes" were crumpled into a ball, like fish thrown on a chopping board, unable to move.
The ink melted completely as soon as it touched Ye Ping'an's hand, and couldn't even leave a trace on her hand.
The sticky, smelly ink rushed back onto the paper, faster than it could crawl out, like drops of messy blood and tears, barely piecing together to form broken characters, as if nothing had happened.
The whistling and falling "banknotes" froze in the air, as if the pause button had been pressed, and the coldness came to an abrupt end.
"Come on, come on, one by one. There's plenty of room!"
Ye Ping'an was completely unaware of all the strange changes around him. The corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK, and there was only desire for money in his eyes.
He grabbed money from the sky with one hand and picked up the curtain with the other, using it as a makeshift bag and dumping the money in.
After scooping up two handfuls, Ye Pingan shook his hands in disgust. "Hey, why is this money so sticky... Is the printing quality so bad?"
With a light throw, the "money" was thrown into the bag without any resistance.
A faint wail echoed in the darkness. Inside the bundle, the colorful papers were neatly stacked, like real banknotes. The strange ink marks seemed to have never appeared, completely disappeared, leaving only the neat printed characters on the paper.
"Wait, Tiandi Bank?"
When Ye Ping'an saw the blurred handwriting remaining on the paper, his face darkened and he quickly checked the other papers he had fished out.
Swish!
If you are not careful, the banknote you grab will be torn.
The wailing outside the window became louder.
"This one is, that one is too... and the last one is also ghost money?! What bad luck!" Ye Ping'an flipped through the entire pile of "banknotes". He was so angry that his hands were shaking and all sleepiness was gone.
Who is so wicked! Throwing garbage around before daybreak!
If it’s good quality paper money, you can sell it at the end of the Qingming Festival.
This bag of tattered paper has the words printed crookedly, missing parts, and the ink is sticky. It's obvious that it's a defective product made by a small workshop. No one wants it even if they sell it for scrap recycling. No wonder so many of them are thrown away.
"Who! Who is it? Pay me for my emotional damages!"
Ye Ping'an was furious and stuck his head out to look around.
Paper money for the dead fluttered down, revealing the empty streets.
The store is still at the end of the street. There is no pleasant bank outside the window, and there is only a whole construction site protective wall across the T-junction.
The outline of the mountain can only be seen after passing the construction site. In the distance, red and blue police lights are faintly flashing on the mountainside. I don’t know what has happened.
There were no stars or moon in the sky, and the street lights were not on, making it eerily dark.
The notification light board was lit weakly, and several red notifications were scrolling.
"To prevent and control forest diseases in Jiang City, pest control and disinfection will be carried out on this street between 6 PM and 6 PM today. Please stay away..."
"Currenting money on the street is a trap. Be wary of new counterfeit currency scams..."
The cold wind blew randomly on Ye Ping'an's face. She looked around and checked three times before making sure that she was not dazzled by sleep.
In front of me were completely unfamiliar city streets.
Behind me is the familiar second floor of my own restaurant, the familiar bedroom, and the familiar pillow.
Even the account book that he had just checked before going to bed was still neatly placed on the deposit slip.
Ye Ping'an looked at the whole stack of deposit certificates with the red stamp of "Industrial and Commercial Bank of City A" and felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
God damn it—
She was sleeping soundly, how come she and her own store traveled through time together?!
Ye Ping'an inherited his family's restaurant early on, and he had no worries about food, clothing, or financial resources. He had avoided decades of detours and was now able to count money as soon as he opened the restaurant, and his biggest worry was developing new dishes.
Who would have thought that money deposited in the bank could turn into waste paper, and years of hard work would be wiped out in an instant.
Ye Pingan pulled out his phone, and as expected, it had been disconnected from the bank's network next door. After searching for a long time, he finally connected to a wireless signal called "Jiangshi University Town 5G."
As soon as the internet was connected, Ye Pingan opened the online banking app.
Jump to the familiar page with a string of deposit numbers, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... not a single decimal point is missing.
Just as Ye Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a notification pop up:
[Sorry, your current location is out of service area. Please return to the service area of this APP and try again.]
Her! Money! Ah!
Ye Pingan felt very depressed and opened the search interface to calm down.
Good news: The Blue Country in the new world is similar to the one before the time travel, there is no language barrier, and everyone has two eyes and one mouth.
Judging from online news, their eating habits are probably similar. She has the skills, and wherever the shop is, she'll be there. It's only a matter of time before business returns to a thriving state.
Bah! This is not good news!
Return her money, her customers, and her restaurant's ancestral reputation!
"Congratulations on your fortune, congratulations..."
The alarm clock rang happily at five o'clock.
Ye Ping'an looked at the deserted streets of the other world: ...I feel like I'm being ridiculed.
Usually at this time, the first batch of transport trucks from the cooperative farm would arrive soon.
But today, before I make money, I can’t even go to the vegetable market.
It has come to this.
Her family once said that she should experience starting from scratch. Now she has to start over in a new world. She can't delay the business and damage her reputation.
Ye Ping'an washed his face and went downstairs to check the kitchen.
Fortunately, the store’s stock was not lost during the time travel, and it has all the necessary water, electricity, and gas, so it doesn’t have to worry about being left without food.
"I have to sweep up that pile of unlucky stuff at the door too... I won't be accused of poor hygiene. I don't have the money to pay the fine now."
Ye Ping'an opened the glass door and pulled back the outermost security shutter. The poorly connected road sign was probably completely broken. It was still dark outside, even before sunrise.
The warm light from the restaurant spilled onto the steps, driving the ubiquitous dark night away from the door.
Ye Pingan looked around in confusion, "The ghost money was blown away so quickly? I wanted to bring it back to burn in the fire. What a loss."
Slippers, slippers.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the night.
It was very close, appearing outside the store at some point and walking out from under the second-floor window.
A bloated figure shuffled out of the darkness.
——If that can still be called a human being.
Where the head should have been, was replaced by a giant metal octopus.
Strings of octopus tentacles, like strings of yellow copper coins, dangled from its head, its oversized head seemingly ready to crush its neck. Its hunched body, submerged in the tentacles, was barely visible, pale as a corpse.
As he walked stiffly, his body swayed and the strings of coins rattled. The sticky ink on the round copper coins overlapped, making the characters difficult to read and making people dizzy.
The ability to discern a human form only heightened the uncanny valley effect, making it even more terrifying than just seeing the giant octopus, and anyone who saw it would be startled. But the copper coin's vibrant yellow color was inexplicably alluring, making it difficult to look away.
Ye Pingan smiled widely, and before anyone could come over, he raised his hand and greeted everyone skillfully, "Welcome to Xile Hotel!"
She knows her stuff. As soon as she started making the old-style broth, customers came in because of the smell before the shop even opened.
There's no one doing business on this street today, so it's her turn to make money. What a great start!
As for the appearance?
No matter what the shape is, just respect it, give your blessing and make sure the guests like it.
Anyway, there is no one else here now, so neither the COS octopus mask nor the unique performance art will scare other guests.
Besides, a string of copper coins is equivalent to the Northeast Gold Chain 2.0. The material is bright yellow, so festive!
"Opening ceremony to reward guests, everyone who comes is a guest..." Ye Ping'an enthusiastically made way and invited the guests in.
The guest who was COSing as an octopus monster raised a tentacle with a golden copper coin hanging on the end, and handed it to Ye Ping'an.
This color, this texture, it's gold! No mistake!
Ye Pingan couldn't take his eyes off her. "You're welcome. You can eat first and pay later."
Having just experienced the painful loss of savings, this golden and valuable little gadget looks so charming and cute no matter how I look at it.
While saying polite words, Ye Ping'an took a step forward in a second and grabbed the other end of the golden copper coin.
Sticky ink spread from the golden copper coins in the octopus head's hand, and its bloated body became even larger. The tentacles composed of the coins moved without wind, casting a cold shadow intertwined with the night.
Countless invisible tiny marks of ink wriggled out of the shadows, waiting to harvest the lives in front of them. Only the sound of coins colliding was particularly tempting.
Crash~crash~
Police lights flashed all night long on the distant mountainside, and arrays of hot weapons and ambulances served as the last line of defense, standing by outside the blockade.
The fully armed investigators walked through the mountains and forests, cautiously approaching the flashing colorful pieces of paper, and conducting a dragnet search of all suspicious locations.
The sound of coins colliding on the mountainside intensified almost at the same time as in front of the Xile Hotel.
A sudden scream erupted from the edge of the encirclement. The girl, clutching the hedgehog, jumped up as if her butt was on fire. "Bad news! Captain Hu, Xuerong smelled something strange and the whole university town is going crazy!"
The surrounding investigators gasped. "Is the eerie aura even stronger than here? This shouldn't be possible. Before the operation, Captain Hu used [Ghost Call] to contain [Life Money], and it actually managed to escape?! Damn it, contact with it is fatal!"
【Author’s words】
Small Theater:
Money to buy life: I want your body.
Boss Ye: What a coincidence! Me too!
This wave, this wave is a two-way rush through the excellent matching mechanism (bushi)
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