Chapter 15 - Opening a Treasure Chest Again! (1/2)
Weekend.
Jiaomen, inside the rented room.
It was Zhang Ye’s day off. “Late-night Ghost Stories” was a nonstop weekly program. Since the Sat.u.r.day and Sunday segments were pre-recorded already and left to the female a.s.sistant, Xiaofang, to broadcast, Zhang Ye could afford to stay home and be lazy. He woke up past 10 A.M. and stretched his body, before getting out of bed. The first thing he did was to bring up the virtual game screen to check on his achievements for these past five days. His Reputation points were at 110,000. Other than the first broadcast, which grew his Reputation slightly by just over 10,000, and the second broadcast, which added slightly less points, the remaining broadcasts, in total, added over 20,000 Reputation points a day. Seeing his Reputation grow so rapidly, Zhang Ye couldn’t be more pleased.
There were enough points to draw at the lottery once again.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Ye spent 100,000 Reputation points to open up the lottery, “This time, I’m not wis.h.i.+ng for a Special Category. Giving me a Skills or Stats Category would do. I’ve already played it twice, but have still not seen what is in the other categories!”
Tapping on it!
The needle began moving!
Stats Category…Special Category…Skills Category…
The needle slowed down and constantly moved past many other regions. Just as it was about to stop on the Skills Category, a slight jerk made it move forward. It did not hold!
Missed by just a bit!
Fine, it’s still a Consumption Category!
Zhang Ye accepted it as he opened the lid of the Treasure Chest (Small). Inside the chest was a clear bottle with a small wood stopper!
”Invisibility Potion”: Stealth mode activates after drinking it. Lasts 5 minutes.
Seeing the game ring’s introduction to the item, Zhang Ye kept the potion bottle into his ring, as if it was something that did not matter. The inventory was like a spatial storage bag. As for the item he had drawn, he was clearly not very pleased. What’s the use for this? To peep in the ladies’ room? Don’t be ridiculous. Zhang Ye had always been a gentleman. He would not do such nasty things. He had never even thought about it. Besides, the time limit was just a short five minutes. It was not enough to see a thing!
Outside, sounds from a commotion could be heard.
After was.h.i.+ng up, Zhang Ye opened the door to take a look. A bunch of tenants were crowding around in the hallway.
“Landlady auntie, the rooms are already expensive, yet you want to raise the rental?” a university student said angrily.
“Yeah, you are killing us. This is exploitation!” a white-collared female shouted.
Standing in the middle, Rao Aimin had a face which didn’t care for emotional pleas. She squinted her eyes and confronted all of them, “Houses are so expensive right now. Everyone else is increasing their prices. Do you think I am a charitable organization? If you don’t want to stay, there are others who want to. Hmph, to think you dare to argue with me. You, Little Zhao, when you owed people money and they came looking for you, who lent you the money to pay it off? And you, Little Xue, when you didn’t have enough for your school fees, who helped you?”
The university student’s temper suddenly subsided. Speaking softly, he said, “Didn’t I return it all back to you already?”
Rao Aimin staring with her beautiful eyes, “Paid back and that’s it? Have you all forgotten the good I’ve done for you? Eh? You ingrates! If you aren’t staying, scram!”
Many of them stopped speaking, slowly moving back to their rooms.
The others, who had not benefitted from Rao Aimin’s help, continued to protest the increase, but were scolded back into their rooms. Her mouth was vicious; any ordinary person would never be able to win an argument against her!
After everyone dispersed, Rao Aimin spotted Zhang Ye, “Hey, Little Zhang. Get over here!”
Zhang Ye wanted to hide, but it was too late. Begrudgingly, he followed her to her place.
After the door closed, Rao Aimin dragged her slippers-wearing feet to the coffee table, where a low-distribution cultural newspaper laid. She flipped it open to a page, “I accidentally saw this in the papers I bought this morning. Not bad, kid. You were mentioned in the papers.” She shook the papers and spoke in a strange manner, “Recently, Beijing Radio Station’s Literature channel’s ‘Late-night Ghost Stories’ broadcasted a story called ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’. It attracted some good attention and even created history in the ratings of a late-night segment, gaining big success. It has even subtly broken the situation of physical and web publications for supernatural novels. According to this reporter, this story is an original work of the segment’s DJ, Zhang Ye. Hence, the success of this program cannot be replicated.”