“Yes, yes, that’s right. Ashya has already been discharged from the hospital, and his health is excellent. Thank you so much for His Majesty’s concern. Please be sure to convey our gratitude. Next month? Absolutely no problem. Ashya will definitely attend the banquet on time. Thank you for informing us of this news amid your busy schedule. Goodbye, Lord Yechi.”
Admon was sitting on the sofa, talking to Lord Yechi, and they didn’t know what the other person said, but he laughed so much that even his wrinkles blossomed. After ending the call, he immediately clapped excitedly and announced to Han Yan, “Ashya, His Majesty will host a banquet at the Windsor Palace next month, and the palace has sent you an invitation! Look, what a great honor this is!”
Han Yan remained unmoved by this, as he was currently going through a thick stack of overdue bills, staring at mostly negative numbers. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, almost capable of squashing a fly.
Johnny, utterly bored, let out a yawn. “Yechi invited Ashya to the banquet? Isn’t it supposed to be about notifying him of the marriage with the Eighth Prince?”
Admon took a seat at the table upon hearing this, scratching his head in puzzlement. “He just mentioned that His Majesty wanted to see Ashya, so he invited him to the banquet. He didn’t seem to say anything else.”
Johnny disdainfully snorted, “Playing mysterious games, who cares.”
Then Han Yan noticed it; this so-called brother was quite proud. He neatly stacked the colorful bills into a pile, his fingertips slender and agile. As he slid them along the edge, a sound similar to shuffling cards emerged. Without even looking, he accurately announced a number, “72 bills.”
It was 72 bills, not 72 banknotes.
When Han Yan uttered these words, his tone was quite indifferent, making it clear that his mood wasn’t great. So much so that Admon and Johnny instinctively straightened up, exchanging glances.
Han Yan continued to fiddle with the stack of bills, the rustling sound filling the air, adding an intangible scent of gunpowder. “Apart from rent, utilities, there are also your dining expenses at various five-star hotels and the costs of purchasing various high-end clothing, totaling eighty thousand star coins.”
This amount might not be much for a noble family, even considered little. However, for a family in debt with a staggering four hundred and ninety-nine million, it was akin to the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
Johnny was the typical carefree type, unfazed by many things, “What’s there to worry about? Both you and I haven’t married any female monarch. We still receive a monthly Empire subsidy of thirty thousand star coins.”
Admon, with even less sense of expenditure, used to spend money like water. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up drowning in gambling debts. Eighty thousand star coins wouldn’t even cover the cost of a pair of shoes he used to buy.
Han Yan thought no wonder these two zergs haven’t starved to death yet. He directly tossed the stack of bills onto the table, the colorful papers instantly sliding and scattering like an expensive fan. “How much money is left at home, take it all out.”
After his words trailed off, Han Yan, as if recalling something, furrowed his brows and added, “Including but not limited to various valuable antiques, accessories, shoes, bags, as well as real estate, storefronts, stocks, and funds. Anything valuable, take it all out for me.”
Whether it was the low air pressure around Han Yan or the sharp gaze behind those gold-rimmed glasses, Johnny and Admon, without coordination, swallowed hard. A chill ran down their spines, and they reluctantly got up to go upstairs to comply. Before long, they came back down, each carrying a pile of miscellaneous items.
Being relatively young, Johnny’s room mostly contained valuable items like clothes, shoes, and bags, but thankfully, most of them were limited editions and had been worn only a few times.
Admon peeked at the pile of items Johnny brought and expressed his displeasure with the younger son’s “fishing in troubled waters”. He furrowed his brows and said, “What about those limited edition game cards in your room? They cost thirty thousand star coins each, and you have dozens of them. How come you haven’t taken a single one down?!”
Johnny nervously glanced at Han Yan beside him and immediately denied, “What nonsense are you talking about?! There’s no such thing as game cards in my room!”
Han Yan was busy counting the items on the table, estimating their second-hand value. Without lifting his head, he calmly uttered three words, “Take them down.”
Upon hearing this, Johnny was instantly struck in a sore spot, and in frustration, he stomped his foot. “Those are all limited edition game cards. I’ve been collecting them for a long time. I can’t sell them! I can’t sell them!”
To everyone’s surprise, Han Yan was unexpectedly accommodating. “Fine.”
Johnny felt a surge of joy at these words. However, before he could fully celebrate, Han Yan casually added, “Take your precious game cards with you to the third-tier garbage star. Let them rot and stink together.”
Johnny: “…”
The Admon family had previously been assigned to a third-tier star due to bankruptcy and an inability to repay their debts. Strictly speaking, the house and everything inside belonged to the creditors. However, for some unknown reason, the royal family suddenly intervened and interfered with the matter. The house and items were returned as they were, and even their credit rating remained unaffected, allowing them to continue using their credit cards.
Clearly, Johnny didn’t want to return to the garbage environment of the third-tier star. With tears streaming down his face, he reluctantly turned and went upstairs. He brought down a box of his cherished game cards from his room. He felt as if his heart had been hollowed out with a knife, every breath painful.
Admon was pleased with the development and assumed the role of an elder, pointing and advising, “That’s right, Johnny. At your age, you should be focusing on your studies, not playing games all day.”
Johnny was so furious that he almost grounded his teeth to pieces. He slammed the table and questioned, “There are twenty-six limited edition handbags in your closet. How come there are only six here? And what about the watches you used to collect? They’re worth a million star coins!”
Admon looked panicked at Johnny’s words, and instinctively, he wanted to rush up and cover Johnny’s mouth. However, it was too late—Han Yan had already heard it all.
“Are you going to take them down yourself, or should I do it for you?”
After Han Yan finished speaking, he waited for a response but heard nothing for a while. He looked up at Admon, who seemed frozen in place, appearing lost. Han Yan raised his hand to adjust his slipping glasses and said, “Never mind, I’ll do it for you.”
With that, he pulled back his chair, stood up, and walked straight upstairs. Admon, in a state of panic, hastily followed him, desperately calling out, “Ashya! Ashya! Those are all limited editions! Limited editions!”
Han Yan acknowledged with a grunt, “Limited editions are even more valuable.”
Smack!
Admon mentally gave himself a hard slap, feeling utterly foolish. “Ashya, even if we sell everything in this house, it won’t cover the forty million star coins of debt. There’s no need to sell these things!”
Han Yan still remembered Admon’s bold statements at the hospital and kindly reminded, “Is that so? Well, then you might never be able to die on a first-tier star in your entire life. You’ll have to be buried on a rotting, stinky third-tier star instead.”
Admon instinctively picked up on the cue, “Rot? Stink?”
Han Yan turned to look at him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “No, you have to live on a third-tier star for over a hundred and fifty years, and only after complete death can things rot and stink.”
Living can be much more painful than death.
After uttering these words, Han Yan paid no attention to Admon’s pale face and staggering figure. He went straight to the second-floor rooms, systematically searching one by one. With his meticulous and strategic mindset, he not only accurately uncovered Admon’s hidden handbags and watches but also found ten game cards that Johnny had “forgotten” to surrender, carelessly stashed under the mattress.
The corridor had a total of six rooms. After searching the first two, Han Yan proceeded confidently to the third. However, when he entered, he found the neatly arranged beds and mostly military uniforms in the wardrobe. Before he could do anything, Admon rushed up to block his way. “This room won’t work; it’s your Dad’s room!”
Han Yan glanced at him upon hearing this but said nothing. He withdrew his steps and turned towards another room.
Though Admon was a noble, he had only married one female monarch, along with one female consort. Both were currently on distant battlefields, executing their duties with an uncertain return, foolishly earning military achievements for their absent male lord while attempting to repay debts.
In Han Yan’s perspective, these two female zergs seemed to have fallen into a pit of bad luck. Unwarrantedly burdened with a colossal debt, Admon, aside from his penchant for gambling, didn’t seem to have many other vices. Normally, he treated his female monarch and female consort reasonably well, or else the two wouldn’t willingly help him repay his debts.
In this world, everyone had their own destiny, and they each took what they needed. As long as all parties involved found it beneficial, that was sufficient. As an outsider, Han Yan saw no need to meddle in their affairs.
Han Yan skipped past the rooms of the two female zergs and walked straight into his own room. Perhaps due to the original owner’s naive nature, there weren’t any luxurious items inside. The room was mostly filled with a myriad of toys, stacked neatly in an entire cabinet.
Selling them all in a bundle should fetch a good amount.
After a brief glance, Han Yan withdrew his gaze, turned around, and went downstairs to continue organizing assets. Before leaving, he left Admon with a parting sentence, “Move all those things downstairs.”
Admon: “??!!!”
While the Zerg Race had a second-hand trading website, its pages were rudimentary and unappealing due to the naturally rough and combat-oriented disposition of the Zerg species. The website lacked product descriptions, any form of after-sales service, and even the images were haphazardly taken, leaving potential buyers with little desire to make a purchase.
Being a savvy merchant, Han Yan loved exploiting loopholes in regulations. The absence of after-sales service also meant a reduced likelihood of returns, which suited him just fine. He retrieved a camera from home, roughly figured out how to use it, then selected a clean and beautiful wall as a background. He arranged the expensive luxury items, took pictures with a serious expression, leaving nothing to chance.
Johnny and Admon stood by, holding up the lighting, forced to witness their cherished possessions being documented for sale. They, who had lost their collections, now seemed like soulless shells, and as they watched Han Yan organize and photograph the items, it was as if they could hear the sound of their hearts bleeding.
In agony, Admon asked, “Ashya, when will you marry the Eighth Prince?”
In reality, he wanted to ask when Han Yan would stop tormenting them.
Han Yan sat in front of the terminal brain, uploading photos with a focused gaze on the screen. “You’ll have to ask the Zerg Emperor that question.”
Initially, he thought the Eighth Prince Gaien wasn’t highly favored. However, it didn’t seem to be entirely the case, or else the Zerg Emperor would have directly decreed the marriage, rather than insisting on seeing him in person first.
Johnny scoffed. Being a teenager, he was most rebellious. “Why do we have to listen to the Zerg Emperor? They want to marry us as much as we want to marry them. Gaien is a destitute prince, and we are destitute nobles. What’s the difference?”
Han Yan raised his hand to adjust his glasses. “Of course, there’s a difference.”
Johnny was unconvinced. “Both destitute, what’s the distinction?”
Han Yan calmly stated, “He’s a skinny camel compared to a horse. You guys are a plucked phoenix, not even as good as a chicken.”
Johnny: “…”
Han Yan spent almost an entire day photographing and uploading the items. Based on his accurate estimation, if they managed to sell everything, they could potentially recover nearly 25 million star coins. This way, they would only have a remaining debt of 249.9 million star coins.
“25 million star coins?!”
Johnny and Admon were astonished, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. Apparently, they hadn’t anticipated that their belongings would be worth so much.
Han Yan took off his glasses, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s just a rough estimate of the value; not everything might sell. However, when necessary, we can use them as collateral.”
After speaking, he opened his eyes, picked up the remaining stack of star cards and loose change on the table, counted them, and then said, “Currently, our available liquid assets are 3,256 star coins. We’ll use 500 star coins to buy cardboard boxes and packing tape, leaving us with 2,756 star coins.”
Upon hearing this, Johnny and Admon exchanged puzzled glances, counting on their fingers in surprise. “Oh Zerg God, how can we survive with so little money? Ordering takeout five times will blow it all.”
Han Yan remained unfazed. “That’s why, until next month’s national subsidy comes in, you both need to cook at home. With this money, you can also buy some canned goods and nutritional supplements. It should be enough to sustain you until the end of the month.”
Johnny protested first, “I don’t want to eat those awful-tasting canned goods!”
“Fine,” Han Yan, always patient with children, replied, “then you can go to the third-tier star and eat garbage.”
Snap!
Johnny successfully received a hit right in the feels.
While they were talking, a doorbell suddenly rang outside. The cleaning robot swiftly slid under the table, cheerfully emitting a cute mechanical voice, “Your package has arrived! Your package has arrived!”
Johnny immediately glared at Admon, “Did you buy something again?!”
Admon angrily retorted, “Zerg shit! I didn’t buy anything. It must be you buying another game console online, right?!”
Johnny argued back, “No, it wasn’t me!”
However, unexpectedly, Han Yan spoke up, “It was me who made the purchase.”
After speaking, ignoring the puzzled looks from Johnny and Admon, Han Yan stood up and walked to the door. He opened it, signed for the delivery with the courier, and brought in eight large packages along with eight freshly printed bills.
Johnny stuttered in disbelief, “Y-Y-You… didn’t you say we need to save money and not buy things recklessly? What did you buy with these?!”
Han Yan directly grabbed a small knife and opened one of the packages, exposing his true merchant nature, infuriating but helplessly understandable, “It’s you who need to save money, not me.”
He had never spent money recklessly.
Johnny gritted his teeth and reminded, “But we already have 72 bills!”
Han Yan directly handed the remaining eight bills to him, “Perfect, let’s make it a round number. Now we have eighty bills.”
Johnny was furious.
Admon stepped forward to take a glance and found that Han Yan had bought fitness equipment, along with a customized punching dummy that looked oddly shaped. Puzzled, he asked, “Are you planning to work out?”
Han Yan nodded without denying it. This body was too weak and needed some exercise, “I’ll go upstairs first. Don’t disturb me unless it’s something important.”
After confirming the integrity of the items, he didn’t ask for Johnny and Admon’s help. He directly carried each piece of equipment back to his room. Then, he turned around, closed the door, and made a slight clicking sound.
Johnny, witnessing the scene, turned to Admon angrily, “Father, aren’t you going to do something about him?!”
Admon thought buying fitness equipment wasn’t a big deal, at least better than buying a game console. Irritated, he pushed Johnny away and said, “Mind your own business, you darn fellow. You just revealed my cherished watches; I haven’t settled the score with you yet. Don’t bother me unless it’s important!”
With that, he turned around and went upstairs to his room to sleep.
At that time, Han Yan was assembling the fitness equipment in his room. After clearing the toys from the room, the living room gained a large empty space. Amidst a pile of high-tech equipment, the custom-made wooden stake looked quaint and out of place.
Han Yan took off his glasses and placed them aside. He then tried practicing some martial arts moves. His palms danced and fluttered around the wooden stake, producing a dull sound with each strike. Despite a slight lack in speed and movement, the entire routine flowed smoothly, displaying remarkable elegance.
Having grown up in an ancient martial arts village in his previous life, everyone in the village, regardless of gender, practiced martial arts through generations. Even three-year-old children had some knowledge of martial arts. Due to a disability in his right leg, Han Yan specialized in fist techniques. In the entire village, apart from Ah Sui, no one had martial arts skills surpassing his.
Thinking of this, Han Yan swiftly struck the wooden stake, smoothly concluding his movements. Unconsciously, he furrowed his brows, lost in thought.
Similar to Han Yan, Ah Sui was also an abandoned infant adopted by the village. However, the elder who adopted Han Yan was of higher status, elevating Han Yan’s social standing. Hence, despite the minimal age difference, Ah Sui had to address Han Yan as “Grandpa San”.1literally “Third Grandpa”
Back when the bus overturned, Ah Sui was also on board. Despite being the most skilled youth in martial arts among the peers from Folang Village, surviving a fall from a cliff that was a whopping 1,600 meters was a challenging feat.
Han Yan was unsure about the probability of reincarnation, so he could only wait until he had the means to actively search for Ah Sui’s whereabouts in the future. Regardless, Ah Sui could be considered his quasi-grandson.
And there’s also the banquet next month.
As Han Yan contemplated this, his gray-blue eyes sank into a certain contemplation. He squinted slightly, thinking that he might meet the legendary Eighth Prince.
Author’s note:
#Marrying Grandpa San is super cost-effective#
#Buy a handsome guy, get a grandson for free#
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