Ch 86: The World’s Number One Resort

At 10:30 p.m. on March 6th, after a full day of activities, everyone returned to their rooms. In Room No. 3, Building A of Bianjing Ancient City, He Kun sat on the Eight Immortals table, drinking beer and browsing his phone.

“【Stroke of the Brush】 is the perfect addition, adding a finishing touch. It’s very fun to play.”

“The Sora Cinema is also pretty good. Haha, I felt like I was playing a VR game.”

“【Stroke of the Brush】 and the cinema feel more realistic than ordinary VR games.”

…

He Kun was scrolling through his WeChat feed.

He had joined the “Huaxia Travel WeChat Group” when he arrived. The group had 500 members, all tourists on this trip. At this moment, the chat was filled with messages about “【Stroke of the Brush】” and “Sora Cinema.”

He Kun had slept all afternoon, and now, looking at the chat, he felt a bit out of sync with the travel itinerary…

“Low investment, high return… Is this a tourist attraction or an investment scheme?” He Kun muttered to himself after scrolling for a while. Everyone here was supposedly sophisticated, yet the group chat seemed overly enthusiastic.

“What’s up, Brother He?” The voice came from below the table; it was his assistant.

The rooms at the Bianjing Inn were enormous. Even an ordinary Eight Immortals table stood over ten meters tall. Each table leg had an automatic elevator beside it, along with an adjacent bathroom. His assistant was currently taking a shower in the bathroom.

“Nothing,” He Kun replied, leaning over the table’s edge and shouting back. Despite the room’s size, the normal soundproofing meant distance didn’t hinder their conversation.

Lying at the table’s edge, He Kun felt a bit dizzy. If he accidentally fell off… well, it wouldn’t be an issue.

Earlier, He Kun had inspected the room and found a ring of gel-like material around the center of the table, resembling jelly. This substance, known as the “safety blanket,” was nearly invisible, blending into the air. The guest manual mentioned that falling onto the safety blanket would cause no harm.

Not only tables, but any potentially dangerous areas like chairs, bedsides, and candlesticks were equipped with safety blankets. In terms of safety, Great Tang Resort was top-notch.

“Brother He, I’m done. Do you want to take a shower?” His assistant came out, towel in hand, interrupting He Kun’s thoughts.

He Kun took the elevator down.

Since it was near the table corner, the bathroom in Bianjing Inn was not enlarged. The toilet, bathtub, and shower were of regular size and fully equipped.

Standing at the bathroom door, He Kun glanced left at the fantasy-inspired oversized inn and right at the modern bathroom. It was truly a scene that broke through the boundaries of reality.

Half an hour later, He Kun emerged from the bathroom. The quilt on the Bianjing wooden bed was soft and had just the right temperature. He rolled around twice, unwilling to get up.

“Buzz, buzz—” As He Kun was playing on his phone, a WeChat notification popped up.

WeChat contact: Wang Cong.

Even though they were only separated by a wall, their personalities clashed. They usually communicated via WeChat. He Kun thought for a moment before opening the message.

“Race on the 10th, in front of Thrilling Racing. See you there.” Wang Cong’s message was straightforward, just as his assistant had predicted. Wang Cong had set the race for five days later.

“Alright.” He Kun replied decisively. This was the showdown of the ST Supercar Club. He had already decided: he wouldn’t go anywhere for the next few days. Tomorrow, he would head to Thrilling Racing to practice his driving skills!

“Boom, boom—” Just as He Kun finished replying, a loud rumbling noise came from outside the window.

He Kun immediately sat up straight.

“Brother He, it’s raining,” his assistant chimed in, coming over. The rumbling was accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder, which seemed quite dramatic in the stillness of the night.

“I’m not blind,” He Kun shot him a look. The rain was pouring outside, so of course, he could hear it. But it was strange—Sora Island had been clear and sunny in the afternoon, so how did the rain start so suddenly?

He Kun glanced out the window. The window of the Bianjing Inn was half-open, revealing the giant statues outside. Under the night and the washing rain, the statues appeared even more serene and mysterious.

“Sleep,” He Kun shivered slightly and quickly snuggled back into his quilt. Bianjing Ancient City was perfect for shooting horror films!

His assistant, confused, followed suit and climbed into the bed.

Thunder, the sound of rain, and a 60-square-meter bed… it was definitely a new sleeping experience.

“It’s raining…” The sound of rain grew louder outside. In the owner’s courtyard on Sora Island, Tang Huai stood on the balcony, curiously gazing at the rainy scenery. He had been on the island for half a year, and this was the first time he had seen it rain here…

With this thought, Tang Huai opened the island’s sandbox.

The island sandbox still showed its irregular circular shape. It currently included six scenic areas: Blue Sea Lake, Fruit Kingdom, Sora Town, and a few others. The areas that were already open appeared in a warm orange color, while the others remained shrouded in a gray mist. It was raining outside, and the rain was reflected on the sandbox as well.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but after the island was bathed in rain, Tang Huai felt that the air seemed a notch fresher.

He watched for a while and then went to bed.

Amid the light drizzle, he slept soundly through the night.

…

As Tang Huai fell asleep, in Shengze, Huaxia, a black, somewhat obscure Jetta was chugging along Route 107. The car was 13 years old, having passed through several hands over the years.

“Are you sure the warehouse is on this road?”

“Shengze isn’t that big. Of course, I’m sure… just take the next left.”

In the front seats of the car sat a man and a woman. The man was around thirty, with blonde hair and a cigarette between his fingers, puffing smoke. The woman had long, straight black hair, chewing gum as she gazed out the window. Both of them had a rather rough and carefree demeanor.

The woman was Du Yueyue, and the man was Wang Song, her new boyfriend.

“Yueyue, are you sure Great Tang Resort is really owned by your brother?” Wang Song asked as he stopped at a red light. He was a middle-school dropout who had been rolling through various hustles for years, having worked as a real estate agent, a secondhand car dealer, and even a debt collector. A true lowlife.

“It’s not his resort. He’s just working as a manager at their fruit store. What does running a fruit store have to do with an overseas resort? My brother went to college, and I checked with Great Tang Fruit’s employees; he’s just working there now,” Du Yueyue replied, chewing her gum. She couldn’t understand why Tang Huai would leave such a lucrative fruit business to work for someone else.

“A manager has quite a bit of authority. Can’t you get in touch with him? Maybe he can hook us up with some high-end fruit business,” Wang Song suggested as the light turned green and he shifted gears. The cheapest fruit from Great Tang was 98 yuan per jin… Tsk, at his age, he had never been able to splurge on fruit even close to that price.

Rich people sure were foolish, but they were also the easiest to make money from.

“Only a fool would let go of such a profitable business. Remember, we’re just going to take a look at the warehouse entrance. That’s all,” Du Yueyue reminded him with a sideways glance. That was their deal when they had discussed it over lunch.

Shengze was just a small city. After making a splash on social media, Great Tang Fruit had become a local celebrity store.

The fruit store mainly sold standard high-end fruits, mostly priced between ten to twenty yuan per jin. These were not the same as the fruits from Sora Island’s Great Tang, but thanks to the brand’s reputation, they still sold well.

Du Yueyue had previously worked at the Great Tang Fruit store for half a year. She had thought about starting her own fruit store but shelved the plan due to her lack of experience.

As they chatted earlier, the topic shifted to Great Tang Fruits. Du Yueyue felt the urge to open a fruit store again, so, wanting to show off, she suggested visiting Great Tang’s warehouse. And that’s how they ended up here.

“I know,” Wang Song said indifferently as he took a sharp turn.

Du Yueyue looked out the window without saying a word.

Lately, she had been feeling some regret. Wang Song, a man with a car and a social persona, seemed flashy on the surface, but his friends were all village ruffians. Du Yueyue thought she had landed a rich guy, but after a few months, she could count on one hand the times Wang Song had spent money on her. She felt less comfortable now than when she was working at the Great Tang Fruit store…

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she felt. They were distant relatives, but Tang Huai was really being too heartless!

Lost in her thoughts, they arrived at the Great Tang Fruit warehouse. Since Great Tang Fruits was a high-end brand, Tang Huai had installed an electric fence around the five warehouses for security. Along with plenty of warehouse staff, the entire Great Tang warehouse was very safe.

The first batch of fruits had already sold out, and a few warehouse staff members were eating at the entrance.

“Seems like a pretty easy job for the warehouse staff,” Wang Song remarked as he glanced inside.

The five warehouses were empty, and there were three black dogs in the yard. A few staff members were lounging around. It looked like an incredibly relaxed job…

“Yeah, it seems pretty easy,” Du Yueyue said, feeling a twinge of envy. Tang Huai might be a bit cold-hearted, but he was undeniably generous to his employees.

“Alright, let’s go back… huh, is that Boss Zheng?” As they sat in the car for a while, Du Yueyue was about to leave when she noticed something. Across from their car, a silver SUV had parked.

The window of the SUV rolled down, revealing a man who was lighting a cigarette while looking at the warehouse. He was in his forties, slightly overweight, and although Du Yueyue hadn’t been particularly attentive at her previous job, she still recognized him—it was Zheng Chenghe from Xinxin Wholesale.

Why was Zheng Chenghe here?

Du Yueyue was puzzled, and Zheng Chenghe soon noticed her. He hesitated for a moment before walking over.

“Yueyue? Want to have a chat at the teahouse up ahead?” Zheng Chenghe tapped on the car window.

Du Yueyue glanced at Wang Song, then nodded.

…

After a night of spring rain, the air on Sora Island was fresh and clear. Early the next morning, He Kun finished washing up and headed to Wild Racing with his assistant. Since it was still early, there were no other visitors there yet.

“This is Wild Racing? It’s so cool! The design, the craftsmanship… there’s no way this could be made domestically! If only these cars were real,” He Kun swiped his card as he gazed at nearly a hundred racing cars parked in Sora’s lot, his face and tone full of admiration.

He Kun was a member of the ST Supercar Club and a semi-professional racer. His perspective was different from that of ordinary tourists. From a professional standpoint, these cars were of international racing standards.

“Yo, you’re here early,” came a mocking voice from behind.

He Kun turned around.

The newcomer was about the same age, around twenty-five, with a trendy perm and a leather jacket, exuding a cocky, flamboyant vibe.

Heh, his old rival had arrived.

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