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"What does this mean? Is it another test?"
When Wei Yuan received the check, there was not a trace of joy; instead, this sentence suddenly surfaced in his mind.
This made it hard for him to accept. Yuan Ziyi had just given herself five hundred thousand, and then used Xu Feng as bait to force him to contact Han Ling, while he was with Lan Xue. He had also been continuously tested by the Blue Old Man, ultimately ending up with a sugar-coated shell!
This was the reward for repairing the Postage Stamp, which was the most reasonable excuse. The old man had calculated this finely; even if Wei Yuan was trying to get close to Lan Xue, he had no reason to refuse this money!
Now it was confirmed that Wei Yuan had the ability to completely repair several flawed Postage Stamps and restore their value. So, other things should be possible too, right?
The old man knew very well that with this skill, Wei Yuan would not struggle to make money. However, getting rich overnight was not so easy. In fact, Wei Yuan also needed time to digest Spiritual Energy in order to repair more expensive items.
"Don't worry, what I'm giving you is the reward for repairing the Postage Stamp. I won't use this opportunity to make you break up with Xue; this isn't a family ethics drama!" the Blue Old Man said with a smile.
These words eased Wei Yuan's mind a bit. Coming from a poor background, he inherently resisted being looked down upon. So when he learned about Lan Xue's family background, he felt pressure.
He had never looked down on himself, but he feared being underestimated by others; this was the source of his continuous efforts.
Although the Blue Old Man was very friendly towards him, Wei Yuan could never grasp his thoughts, especially now that the old man had presented him with a one hundred thousand dollar check, which made him even more conflicted.
It was only his fault for waking up too late. If he had woken up earlier and heard the old man's rambling words directed at Lan Xue, he would definitely feel that all pressure was just fleeting clouds!
"Grandpa Lan, I can't accept this money," Wei Yuan stated firmly.
"Why not? This is the price for your hard work. I think it's worth it to give it to you; we are all family here, just take it!" The old man came over and put his arm around Wei Yuan's shoulder.
Honestly, Wei Yuan had never seen his grandparents. Hearing Grandpa Lan refer to them as family made his heart tighten.
Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Since grandpa is family, how can one charge family members for helping out?"
Upon hearing this, the old man laughed heartily: "You are quick-witted! Alright then, I'll keep this money. How did you acquire your skill in repairing Postage Stamps?"
Wei Yuan naturally would not reveal the truth to Grandpa Lan. Even if he told the truth, could the old man accept such an absurd matter?
As he gradually understood his acquired Ability, he realized that he must not let anyone see his repair process; however, it was fine for others to see the repaired items!
Because the Repairing Ability itself determines that this is a realm that can be explained in reality. For example, when he is Repairing Discs, there have indeed been talented individuals who could repair Video Disks, but they were simply not as fast as him. As for repairing Antiques or Postage Stamps, those are also things that can be accomplished by humans.
Of course, not just anyone can do it. There are always some extraordinary people in this world who, despite lacking Ability, can achieve remarkable results by dedicating half their lives to studying a particular thing. So even if he shows the repaired items to others, all he earns is admiration, because this falls within the realm of what can be explained in human thinking!
Naturally, if someone asks him about the source of this ability, Wei Yuan has already thought of a response: "I learned from a master!"
This is a common tactic; Wei Yuan has seen enough of it. Thus, such an explanation should still be quite reasonable. After all, there are skilled individuals among the common folk, and there are always some extraordinary talents. The acceptance level among ordinary people is quite high, so the old man had no significant doubts.
It's certainly more credible than saying Wei Yuan is possessed by a ghost or that aliens invaded his brain!
"And what about that master?" Grandpa Lan asked with anticipation.
Seeing Grandpa Lan's expression, Wei Yuan already knew what he was thinking. This was akin to those who heard that Zhang Wuji gained the Nine Yang Divine Skill by jumping off a cliff and started pondering where to jump without dying. Naturally, the old man wanted to meet that master too. However, that was a fictional character created by Wei Yuan. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.
Wei Yuan understood that the old man mainly wanted to write about methods for repairing Postage Stamps and Antiques, so he could at least showcase this skill in front of his friends. Unfortunately, Wei Yuan had to ruthlessly shatter the old man's beautiful dream!
He simply said, "He passed away—he died tragically!"
The old man realized he hadn't heard clearly and asked again, "How did he die?"
"He drowned during a flood and was trampled to death while trying to escape."
"Such an unusual way for a master to die!" the old man sighed.
It seems that in some aspects, Wei Yuan's ability to deceive has surpassed that of Grandpa Lan. Such a ridiculous story moved him immensely.
Old people love listening to stories, especially those about extraordinary individuals from folklore. Thus, Wei Yuan had to once again transform into a storyteller under the bridge, embellishing this fictional character's tale with vivid details and using all his imagination, fearing that if it wasn't good enough, he would disappoint his only audience.
Of course, whether the old man believed it or not was one thing; anyway, Wei Yuan saw that he was enjoying it: "Old man, is the story finished?"
"It truly makes the listener sorrowful and brings tears to their eyes," the old man responded.
At this moment, despite being decades apart in age, the two could interact harmoniously. Wei Yuan felt like an Old Fool.
At that moment, a sudden ringtone sounded from the phone. Wei Yuan picked it up and saw it was a call from Yang Ying, so he immediately answered, "What's wrong? You guys are home, right?"
To his surprise, his cousin Xie Yufei's voice came through the line: "Brother, come quickly, help!"
Wei Yuan had heard similar phrases too many times recently. His cousin had a bit of a spoiled personality; whenever she wanted him to accompany her, she would resort to calling for help. However, after hearing it so often, Wei Yuan didn't take it seriously.
He initially thought that her crazy pursuer had come knocking again, but he wasn't too worried about that. Those middle school boys were all talk and no action; they hadn't even fully matured yet. What could they possibly do?
Of course, Wei Yuan was measuring this against his own experiences since he had been the typical example of having lustful thoughts but lacking the courage during his middle school days. So he casually asked, "Who bullied you?"
This time, his cousin spoke in a tearful tone: "It's not me who got bullied; it's Sister Han Ling who got bullied."
"Where are you?" Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan immediately asked.
"Downstairs at home."
Wei Yuan thought for a moment; it definitely wasn't downstairs at Xie Yufei's house, so it must be at the place he shared with Han Ling. He quickly got up and prepared to leave!
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