I Really Didn't Mean to Make Money

Chen Mo could only shake his head helplessly in the end. The resurrection of Tianlong still felt a bit unreal to him.

And somehow, he ended up as the biggest contributor—though all he initially wanted was revenge.

“Brothers, I’ve decided—I’m going to build the strongest Tianlong account. So if any of you get material or gold drops and want to sell them, come to me. I’ll take it all.”

“I’ll give you a good price. You know me—I always buy cheap.”

“Hahaha, just kidding.”

The gaming streamer said this while continuing his gameplay.

Chen Mo looked at the peaceful livestream, typed “trash game,” and exited the room.

And just like that—

He made a hefty profit from a single stream.

Tianlong was completely done for now, and his only hope lay in Fang Chang’s new project.

Of course, he still had two chances to try out new ventures. During the break, he’d have to think hard about what kind of business could actually lose money.

Time flew by, and soon it was the end of the workday.

...

Old Town Residential Area

Chen Mo was having dinner at Yang Dahai’s home. Normally, Yang Duoduo would bring the food upstairs to him.

But this time, since the holidays were starting tomorrow, Dong Hong had made a big meal and invited him to eat with them.

“Here, Xiao Mo, eat while it’s hot. Just two more dishes and we’re all set.”

Dong Hong placed a plate of prawns on the table before hurrying back into the kitchen.

Chen Mo smiled slightly but didn’t pick up his chopsticks yet.

As for the way Dong Hong addressed him, it was at his own request. Since they were off work, there was no need to call him “President Chen” anymore—it felt awkward anyway.

Soon enough—

All the dishes were served. Chen Mo counted quickly—twelve dishes in total.

“Xiao Mo, are you going home for the holiday? If not, just stay here with us.”

“Our Yaoyao is coming home these days too. You’re about the same age—you could hang out.”

Dong Hong sat down at the table and picked up a piece of meat, placing it in Chen Mo’s bowl.

“I am going home. Train leaves early tomorrow morning.”

Chen Mo replied casually.

“Chen gege, that’s such a pity! My big sister is super pretty!”

Yang Duoduo tilted her little head and suddenly chimed in.

Chen Mo chuckled, and seeing how adorable she looked, he couldn’t resist pinching her cheek.

“Then who’s prettier—you or your sister?”

Hearing that, Duoduo looked down at herself and pouted.

“Duoduo is still too little. But when I grow up, I’ll be even prettier than my sister!”

The dinner ended with laughter and warmth.

Chen Mo tried to help clean up, but Yang Dahai stopped him, so he could only return to his place.

He called his parents to let them know when he’d be arriving the next day.

To get home earlier, he had booked a high-speed train at 6 a.m.

But since his hometown was a county-level city without a train station, he could only take the train to the prefecture-level city first, and then switch to a bus or taxi to get home.

After a quick wash-up, he went to bed early.

...

The Next Morning

Chen Mo arrived at the train station early, passed security smoothly, and boarded the train to begin his journey home.

...

At the same time—

A coach bus slowly pulled up to the entrance of the clothing factory.

The door opened, And ten figures stepped off one after another—these were the ten factory employees who had gone out for training.

“I’m back. Finally back.”

“Same old look, same old smell.”

“That one-month training is finally over.”

“...”

The group looked at the familiar factory building, their eyes welling up with emotion.

Wu Yu stared at the familiar workshop, feeling a bit sentimental.

He was finally back.

...

Jinyang City

Chen Mo slowly exited the train station. It was just 8 a.m.

Wanting to get home quickly, he flagged down a taxi at the station.

“Mister, to Beiming County.”

After telling the driver, he got in.

Jinyang City wasn’t far from Beiming County—only about a 40-minute ride.

“Here is fine, thanks.”

Forty minutes later, Chen Mo had the driver stop in front of an appliance store.

After paying, he got out of the car.

He didn’t head home right away. Instead, he went into the store to order some appliances.

He knew that if he told his parents he wanted to replace the appliances at home, they would definitely object.

So his plan was to buy first, explain later.

In truth, his family wasn’t poor at all—actually, compared to many average households, they were fairly well-off.

His father was a high school teacher, and his mother worked in the county government as a civil servant.

Their monthly incomes weren’t sky-high, but not low either. Growing up, he was never short on food or clothes.

Even his pocket money was often higher than other kids’.

The only thing was—they were both incredibly frugal. They rarely bought new clothes, and the home never had an air conditioner installed. Their fridge and washing machine were both ancient.

He had tried many times to convince them to enjoy life more instead of being overly thrifty.

But no matter how much he talked, things stayed the same.

Now that he had money, he figured—might as well just change things for them himself.

After ordering the appliances and scheduling delivery and installation, He bought some health supplements as well before heading home.

About ten minutes later, Chen Mo, with hands full of bags, stepped into the familiar residential complex where he had lived for over a decade.

After going to college, his visits had become much less frequent.

Everything still looked the same—the same layout, the same buildings. Time had made things older and more worn, but not much else had changed.

He took a deep breath of the familiar air and stepped into the dim stairwell.

Third Floor

Standing in front of a familiar door, Chen Mo knocked lightly.

“Coming—”

A familiar voice came from inside.

The door opened soon after.

“Why did you buy so much stuff? Didn’t I tell you not to? Wasn’t it heavy? Are you tired? Come in quick, I made your favorite dumplings.”

Yang Xiulian looked at all the bags in his hands and immediately nagged.

Then she quickly took the bags from him and pulled him into the house.

Once the door was closed, she shouted into the kitchen—

“Old Chen! Our son’s home! Hurry up and cook those dumplings!”

“It’s almost noon—he must be starving!”