Chapter 17: Two Hundred Thousand Per Bottle of Spiritual Wine

"Money comes in so fast."

He Zhi looked at the string of zeros behind that number and couldn't help but sigh, feeling like he'd suddenly become wealthy.

Although eight hundred thousand yuan might just be the cost of one or two meals for truly rich people.

But for He Zhi, how many game boosting orders would he have to take to earn that much?

With this much money, he could give his sister and himself a decent life.

He could cultivate in peace, and his sister could study without worry.

After some more time passed, if he succeeded in cultivation and cured his leg disability, he'd find a way to let his sister cultivate too.

That would be when life truly became wonderful...

He Zhi indulged in fantasies about the future for a while before stopping himself.

Then he opened his phone and transferred twenty thousand yuan to his sister.

"Xiao Ling, your brother made a fortune today—I got eight hundred thousand."

"Take this twenty thousand and spend it. You don't need to work part-time anymore, it interferes with your studies. When you run out, just ask me for more."

"Don't be too frugal at school. Buy some clothes and dress yourself up nicely. Eat more meat to get proper nutrition—you're too thin."

"Those fruits I sent you are good fruits a friend gave me. Just eat them yourself, don't let others try them..."

He Zhi clicked send.

Having suddenly come into money, he naturally couldn't forget his sister.

At the same time, he reminded his sister not to give the Spiritual Fruits to others.

To avoid attracting attention.

Fortunately, his sister had always been obedient. If He Zhi told her not to let others taste the Spiritual Fruits, she probably wouldn't.

Besides, in modern society, fruit wasn't like fine wine.

Famous wines could sell for hundreds of thousands or even millions, but fruit was worth much less.

Even if someone noticed the Spiritual Fruits, it wouldn't be a big problem.

After transferring the money and sending the message.

He Zhi closed his eyes and entered cultivation again.

But before he could fully enter the state, his phone rang again.

It was a video call from his sister.

He Zhi didn't delay and clicked to answer.

On the phone screen, his sister He Ling's face immediately appeared.

His sister's appearance wasn't that of a world-class beauty, but she was quite pretty.

She wore no makeup, had no accessories, and her hair was just casually tied in a ponytail.

Seeing this face, He Zhi felt warmth in his heart—the warmth that family brings.

But his sister's face was full of anxiety.

"Brother, where did you get eight hundred thousand? You didn't get into some kind of trouble at home, did you?"

Before He Zhi could speak, his sister anxiously rattled off a string of questions.

She was worried something had happened to He Zhi.

His sister had heard that some people, when desperate for money, would sell their organs. Could He Zhi have...

Seeing her anxious expression, He Zhi laughed.

"Don't worry, your brother didn't commit any crime or sell any organs. This eight hundred thousand came from legitimate sources."

He Zhi reassured her with a smile.

Then he repeated the story he'd made up earlier.

About finding a case of century-old wine passed down from their ancestors while cleaning the basement.

And how a wealthy friend he knew from gaming bought it for two hundred thousand per bottle.

Over video call, He Zhi couldn't tell his sister about cultivation, so he had to make something up for now.

"Brother, with your physical condition, why were you going to the basement? What? There was actually century-old wine down there? Worth eight hundred thousand?"

Hearing He Zhi's explanation, his sister was stunned.

She trusted He Zhi completely and didn't suspect he was lying to her.

"When I used to collect scrap, I stored it in the basement, but I never found any wine!"

"If only we'd known earlier, brother, you wouldn't have had to work so hard..."

His sister looked regretful.

Their own home had been hiding such a valuable treasure?

If only they'd discovered it sooner!

"Haha, it was hidden well. I only found it by accident too."

"In fact, maybe it wasn't passed down from our ancestors at all—maybe you picked it up from outside and brought it home, then forgot about it."

"I just found some wire under the bed that you'd forgotten about."

Seeing his sister's regretful expression, He Zhi found it rather cute and teased her a bit more.

"I brought it home? How could that be..."

"Wait, maybe..."

Hearing this, his sister's face immediately fell.

Could she really have brought it home herself?

"Alright, I'm just joking. How could you pick up something that valuable?"

"Now you're not worried about where the money came from, right?"

"Just take that twenty thousand and spend it. If it's not enough, ask me for more. Stop working part-time and focus on your studies."

He Zhi said, stopping his teasing.

"Brother, why are you teasing me again!"

"Besides, my part-time job is going well. Why should I quit? It's library work—it won't interfere with my studies."

"Twenty thousand is way too much. Even if you have money, brother, you can't just spend it carelessly. Just give me two thousand... two hundred is enough..."

"Eight hundred thousand seems like a lot, but brother, treating your leg will cost a lot of money, so you need to save it."

"And later you'll need to get married..."

This time, his sister was unhappy again.

She went on and on, complaining about He Zhi teasing her, then refusing to take the money or quit her job.

After much persuasion, He Zhi finally got his sister to accept five thousand yuan.

She still didn't quit her part-time job though.

According to his sister, she'd asked a school teacher for help to get that library job.

She'd only been working there a few days—how could she quit now?

So in the end, He Zhi looked at the remaining seven hundred ninety-five thousand yuan, somewhat speechless.

Having money you can't give away is also a problem.

"My sister is sensible and knows how to be frugal. That's a good thing."

"Time to cultivate."

He Zhi consoled himself and began cultivating again.

This time, with money in hand and no need to worry about living expenses, he quickly entered meditation.

The computer and game were still running.

Because He Zhi wanted to verify whether the Cultivation World's time would still accelerate if he didn't log off for a full day and night.

While He Zhi entered cultivation.

On Shao Shan's end, after hanging up the phone, he stood on the balcony of his mansion, sighing deeply with emotion.

At this moment, Shao Shan deeply admired He Zhi.

Shao Shan knew just how poor He Zhi was.

Yet He Zhi actually treated money like dirt. Faced with the opportunity to make millions or even tens of millions, he wasn't tempted at all and only accepted four hundred thousand.

And that was only because Shao Shan felt bad about it and added another forty thousand.

He'd known He Zhi for several years, and He Zhi had never borrowed money from him, this wealthy second-generation. He always relied on taking game boosting orders to earn money and support his family.

Thinking about this, Shao Shan felt somewhat ashamed.

Should he also try to work hard?

Never mind...

Shao Shan was briefly inspired by He Zhi to "rise up," but then reverted to his lazy nature...

Then Shao Shan turned and left the balcony, returning to the mansion.

In the living room, Shao Jianguo and Manager Zhao were anxiously waiting for the results of Shao Shan's attempt to purchase the Spiritual Wine.

At that moment, Shao Shan walked in with a proud expression.

"My friend said this wine was passed down from his ancestors. Its origins are unclear, and there's no brewing technique. There are only five bottles total, and he only has two left. There's no more."

"Originally my friend didn't want to sell—he doesn't care about money."

"But after I begged and pleaded, considering our relationship, he reluctantly agreed."