Chapter 155: All the Result of Hard Work

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“If I can’t return to reality, I’ll be trapped in this dream forever.” Chang Yu swallowed nervously, his heart pounding wildly with fear.

The thought sent a cold sweat over him in an instant. His instincts told him that his guess was probably the truth.

“How ridiculous. I’m actually going to be trapped in a dream I created myself. What kind of joke is this?”

“Could it be that I personally built a cage for myself, then locked myself inside it with my own hands?”

“I have to get out immediately!” Chang Yu made up his mind at once.

“If I don’t do something soon, and this pulling force grows weaker and weaker until it disappears completely, I really will be close to death.”

“Yangyang, Katerina, Fatty Wang, and the others are all waiting for me. If I truly can’t go back, won’t they be worried sick?”

“Especially Katerina. What if she takes advantage of my absence and marries someone else? Then I won’t even have a place to cry.”

But what exactly was preventing him from leaving this dream?

As he pondered the question, he could not help asking himself.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. His gaze instinctively dropped to his hands, each of which was carrying a large cloth sack.

“Could it be... because they’re too heavy, and that’s why I can’t leave this dream?” he murmured in disbelief.

Recalling all his previous experiences of returning from dreams to reality, Chang Yu suddenly realized that the things he had brought back on his earlier “shopping trips” had all been relatively light.

He had never brought anything particularly heavy back to the real world, let alone carried as many bags as he was carrying today.

“Could it be that I’m carrying too many things, and they’re too heavy for the pulling force to move me?” Chang Yu’s expression turned strange. He felt he might have finally uncovered the truth.

If the pulling force were compared to a rope, then Chang Yu was the heavy object tied to that rope.

Each time he traveled between the two worlds, he was dragged along by that rope. Since his total weight had been relatively light before, the rope had been able to pull him away without difficulty.

But this time, with two incredibly heavy bundles in his hands, the rope had begun to lose the strength to pull him. That was why he could not return to reality.

With a pained expression, Chang Yu let go of the two cloth sacks in his hands. He might lose the valuables inside, but compared with being trapped in this dream forever, it was unquestionably a worthwhile trade.

Of course, he could not walk away empty-handed. He still had to help the old director pay off his debts.

Before the next wave of pulling force arrived, he swiftly took two items from the “cloth sacks” and clenched them tightly in his hands.

The next moment, that familiar pulling force returned to his body...

When Chang Yu awoke in his own bed, he let out a long breath. He had successfully returned to the real world, which meant that his earlier guess had been correct.

He looked around. Dawn had only just begun to break, and Yangyang was still sleeping soundly. Everything seemed to have returned to where it had started.

“Thank goodness I’m clever enough. Otherwise, I really would have been done for this time!”

Chang Yu lay blankly on the bed, allowing the cold sweat on his forehead to slide down his neck without bothering to wipe it away.

At that moment, he was filled with the relief and exhaustion of someone who had narrowly escaped death. How could he spare any thought for the sweat on his body?

What would have happened to his physical body in the real world if he had not returned in time? The question suddenly surfaced in Chang Yu’s mind.

He would probably have become a vegetable.

Just like in all those movies.

If a person’s soul became trapped, the body left behind in reality could only become an empty shell.

The soul was the primary consciousness governing the body. If his soul and consciousness failed to return to his body in time, then would his body not be reduced to nothing more than a shell?

Without his own consciousness to control it, he would be unable to wake on his own and could only rely on medication and the care of others to maintain his vital signs. Chang Yu did not want to end up like that.

Money could always be earned later. He was still young and had plenty of time to make it.

He possessed abilities beyond anything ordinary people would dare imagine, as well as a brilliant future they could never dream of. Making money was practically a form of entertainment for him. All he had to do was sleep, have a dream, and everything would be his. Earning money was as easy as turning over his hand.

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Since that was the case, what was there for him to hurry about?

Sooner or later, he would accumulate a fortune of one million, ten million, one hundred million, one billion, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions.

He could even pull Bill Gates from his throne and become the richest person in the world. For him, it was merely a matter of time.

“Should I... try losing weight?” Chang Yu wondered.

“If I reduce my weight as much as possible, wouldn’t that mean I could bring back even more valuables next time?”

He loosened his tightly clenched fists and slowly sat up.

In his left hand, he held a piece of Tang Dynasty sancai that had been manifested within the dream: a lifelike ceramic horse with brilliant glaze and a lustrous sheen. Anyone who saw it would be unable to tear their eyes away.

After comparing it with the image of the sancai horse in his memory, Chang Yu was delighted to discover that the one in his hand was identical to the piece that had been auctioned on the website, both in craftsmanship and in spirit.

“This time, I’m really rich!”

Chang Yu’s heart leapt and trembled, unable to settle down.

“I only wanted to give it a try. I never actually expected to succeed. I can’t believe I really managed to bring it out.”

“What do you call this? This is what they mean when they say hard work never fails those who persevere! Heaven always shows special favor to those of us who are prepared, willing to endure hardship, and willing to make sacrifices.”

Chang Yu was so excited by what had happened that he could barely contain himself.

He unconsciously remembered how he had spent the entire previous night staring at his phone, repeatedly and patiently memorizing every detail of that Tang sancai horse. Suddenly, he felt that he had truly worked himself to the bone just to make money.

To earn several hundred thousand, he had spent the whole night looking at his phone!

He had not watched cartoons with Yangyang, nor had he gone to Katerina’s home to flirt with her. He had not even lain in bed watching horror movies.

He had merely committed the image of that Tang sancai horse firmly to memory. Other than that, he had done nothing at all.

Just look at it! How much sweat and toil had he put in to make money?

How much precious time and rare memories had he sacrificed?

Chang Yu, completely unaware that he was bragging shamelessly, naturally shed tears of emotion.

If the hardworking office workers who rose before the roosters and went to bed after the dogs could hear what he was thinking at that very moment, they would probably form a group and storm over to him.

First, they would wait until he was distracted, throw a large sack over his head, and then beat him senseless with brooms and mops. Finally, they would toss him into the Songjiang River to feed the fish.

Even if they truly carried things that far, those furious workers would probably still find it difficult to extinguish the blazing anger in their hearts.

Good heavens! The money everyone else needed ten or twenty years to earn had been pocketed by you after one effortless night, and you still think you suffered some enormous injustice?

As for the “sweat and toil” you supposedly put in...

That was complete nonsense!

What effort had you made, you Chang fellow? What sweat had you shed?

You had simply lain in bed playing with your phone for an entire night, then gone to sleep and had a dream.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, good heavens! Several hundred thousand had landed in your hands. How could anyone not be furious?

This was the very definition of winning while lying down!

While everyone else was still working hard hauling bricks at construction sites, this fellow only needed to lie in bed and have a dream to equal ten years of their effort.

If that was not winning while lying down, what was?

Chang Yu took out his phone. Forcing down his excitement, he searched his contacts with a trembling hand and found a number.

Without hesitation, he dialed it. Then he gathered himself and pressed the phone to his ear.

The call connected quickly.

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“Hello, is this Elder Pei?”

“Oh, you’re asking who I am? I’m Little Chang—the one who sold you that Ming Dynasty gold hairpin last time!”

“Ah, you still remember me? I’m truly honored.” Chang Yu smiled brightly, with all the ingratiating enthusiasm of a sycophant.

“You’re asking why I called? Well, it’s like this... I happen to have a piece of Tang sancai in my hands these past few days, and I’d like to sell it.”

“Didn’t you say before that if I ever came across another good item, I should come straight to you? I even made sure to keep your contact information.”

“Yes, yes, it’s a genuine Tang Dynasty antique—a piece of Tang sancai! I’m not deceiving you at all. Oh, please don’t get so excited. Calm down first!”

“Although this item is somewhat unusual, it isn’t so precious that you need to react like that. We still have a long road ahead of us, old friend. This is only the beginning.”

“All right, all right. I’ll bring the Tang sancai to you immediately. Oh, you mean I shouldn’t go to the bank from last time, but come directly to your home instead?”

“No problem! Give me the address, and I’ll be there within half an hour. Of course. Go ahead slowly—I’ll write it down...”

Early that morning, Chang Yu dressed himself neatly and drove out.

Under the newly risen sun, he headed east, bound for Elder Pei’s home.

Elder Pei lived in an old residential compound with considerable history. The buildings there were at least forty years old.

The surroundings were neither particularly good nor particularly bad. At the very least, the compound had streetlights, flower beds, exercise equipment, and the other basic amenities.

Since it was an old residential complex, there was no elevator in the building. Chang Yu could only climb the stairs one floor at a time.

Elder Pei lived on the top floor, which meant Chang Yu had to climb all the way to the eighth floor using nothing but his legs.

To be honest, that amount of exercise was nothing to Chang Yu. Even if he climbed forty-eight floors in one go, he would not be out of breath.

For a strong young man like him, climbing stairs posed no difficulty. But Elder Pei was already quite old. Could his body really endure climbing so many stairs every day?

Didn’t elderly people generally prefer living on the second or third floor, where going up and down was more convenient?

Carrying these questions with him, Chang Yu finally arrived at Elder Pei’s door and knocked.

“Who is it?” asked an elderly voice, refined and scholarly.

“It’s me, Little Yu!” Chang Yu’s reply was brief and cheerful, with a faint trace of ingratiation.

“Little Yu, is that you? Come in, come in!”

The door opened, and an old man in a traditional Chinese tunic suit and gold-rimmed glasses warmly welcomed him inside.

He was a thoroughly scholarly-looking old man. His hair was combed to perfection, and there was not a single wrinkle in his clothes. His overall bearing was exactly like that of the old academics in the movies.

He really is an intellectual, Chang Yu thought.

Sometimes, a person’s profession and preferences could be judged from their outward temperament.

Someone who had spent years immersed in books would naturally carry a scholarly air, just as a police officer who had spent years pursuing criminals would always possess a trace of authority.

Out of respect for a cultured man, Chang Yu was especially courteous toward Elder Pei in both expression and manner.

“Elder Pei, I’ve brought the item. Please have a look.” Holding a cloth-wrapped bundle in both hands, Chang Yu respectfully presented it to Elder Pei.

This bundle was clearly much larger than the one that had previously held the golden beans. Inside was none other than the Sunny Rainbow Little White Horse—no, wait, the Tang sancai horse.

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