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A truck came crashing toward him, its headlights blinding. Fang Ran instinctively covered his eyes, thinking he was about to be compressed into a .zip file. Instead, in the next second, he traveled ten years into the future.
A bewildered Fang Ran called his childhood friend’s number from the police station. Ten years had passed, and Huo Yan surprisingly hadn’t changed his phone number. After hearing Fang Ran’s voice, there was a long silence on the other end of the line, followed by only two raspy words: “Wait for me.”
Just like that, Fang Ran was taken home by Huo Yan. The childhood friend who used to be just as broke as him had transformed into a business giant, a man everyone addressed as “President Huo.”
Living in Huo Yan’s villa, Fang Ran had at least five chefs rotating to cook his meals, designers coming to his door to tailor his clothes, and the entire top floor converted into a private game room. Fang Ran began living his dream life. He could finally be a total “salted fish” (idle person), lounging in the ultra-luxurious pool his friend built.
That is, until he accidentally wandered into the villa’s storeroom. The room was arranged like a funeral hall. The walls were covered with his photos, incense and candles flickered, and in a copper bowl on the altar was clear water with a trace of blood floating on top.
The ten years Fang Ran skipped in the blink of an eye were ten years of Huo Yan praying day and night, begging the gods and Buddhas for a miracle.
