Old man Liu's life of distributing money

Chapter 2
"Old man, I don't have a dime, but I do have half my life, so I can take it if I can."

Liu Bei had suffered enough grievances in the past, but at this moment, he was determined not to be cowardly, and looked into the eyes of the tattooed man with stern eyes.

The tattooed man couldn't see his persistence, but he was all too familiar with the ferocity of a desperado who threw his life directly behind him.

There was hesitation for a moment, and just when he was hesitant about what to do with Liu Bei next, a voice interrupted his hesitation.

"What are you doing, let go."

A traffic policeman in a yellow vest had already walked up to them. Seeing that the tattooed man wanted to hit someone, he immediately scolded them.

The tattooed man's eyes lit up, and the steps came. Although he couldn't get the old man's money, at least he saved his face.

Otherwise, who knows if Liu Bei is forced to jump over the wall in a hurry, and will be as ruthless as the old man who framed the BMW owner and killed him in Douyin in the next second.

A man with tattoos who has been walking in the society for many years, naturally knows that when people are cornered, they will definitely do extraordinarily ruthless things.

The moment he approached Liu Bei just now, he asked about the rancid smell, the smell of the damp and dark living environment. This is definitely an old man in a desperate situation, just like himself back then.

Now that I am still young and have endless money, I can't lose my life for small money.

The tattooed man was thinking a lot, and instantly judged his most favorable action. He gently let go of Liu Bei's collar, helped him tidy up by the way, and then looked at the traffic policeman with a smile.

"The police officer misunderstood. I just saw that his collar was dirty and wiped it off for him. I am fully responsible for this accident. Hehe, I'm sorry, old man. You can see how much compensation is appropriate."

The sudden transformation of the tattooed man made Liu Bei puzzled. He frowned and looked at the traffic police, feeling that the tattooed man was not the kind of person who would be afraid of the police.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of the tattooed man was, as long as he didn't lose money, he wouldn't bother to pay attention.

Seeing the tattooed man stop, the traffic policeman ignored him and took out his camera to take pictures of the location where the two cars collided, the trajectory of the vehicle and a series of other evidences.

Liu Bei did not answer the tattooed man, and the tattooed man stopped talking and stood there, waiting for the traffic police to deal with and punish him.

No one had doubts during the process, and the matter was handled quickly. Liu Bei left the scene in a hurry after receiving 1000 yuan in compensation from the tattooed man.

Because when looking at the payment information, Liu Bei discovered that the money in his card suddenly increased by nearly 13 yuan.

He took a serious look at the money transferred by the tattooed man, and it was indeed only one thousand. Before this bank information, there was a collection information that he ignored, which contained the string of numbers he clicked to withdraw last night.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The heartbeat was almost in his throat. Liu Bei just wanted to find a place where no one was around to confirm the authenticity of the money, especially when he saw the light screen floating in the air with his peripheral vision, and the number was still increasing. And the eye-catching withdrawal button on the side.

Hurrying back to the hut in the underground garage, Liu Bei closed the wooden door tightly, his eyes fixed on the words Withdrawal on the light screen.

After a long time, he pressed it again.

"Ding dong."

The familiar text message sounded on Liu Bei's phone again after three sides.

Liu Bei mechanically raised his phone and clicked on the message.

**银行：您尾号0152的储蓄卡01月15日10时13分转账存入软妹币24156元，活期余额180434元。

Liu Bei froze in place for a moment. Yesterday he was still a person with less than 15 deposits, but today he suddenly had as much as [-] more. He really didn't understand what kind of existence this light screen that others could not see existed.

If it wasn't for the balance in the bank card constantly stimulating his nerves, he would definitely choose to ignore the existence of this light screen again at this moment.

"What the hell are you?"

Liu Bei stared at Guan Ping and muttered to himself in a low voice, when suddenly a mechanical voice interrupted his words.

"Ding, Xiao Ai from the wealth system, I am happy to serve you."

"Who, who is talking." Liu Bei stood up in a panic, his eyes quickly scanned the room, and finally froze on the flickering light screen.

"Ding, Xiao Ai from the wealth system, I am happy to serve you."

At this time, the numbers on the light screen had been converted into a line of characters, Liu Bei asked nervously.

"You talking? What the hell are you?"

"Hello, dear host, I am Xiaoai No. 3000, a wealth management system developed by Penguin 08, and I am very happy to serve you."

"I don't care what you are, leave now."

At this time, Liu Bei couldn't hear the system's words at all, and growled viciously at the screen, and grabbed the water glass on the table and smashed it hard against the light screen.

"Ding, the system has recognized the master and cannot leave. Ding, the location of the light screen is not real, but a projection on the cerebral cortex, allowing the host to generate a visible page."

Liu Bei suddenly stopped his hand from smashing things. Although the current situation is difficult, Liu Bei is an intellectual who has gone to high school. Now that the technology is advanced, he can often receive all kinds of knowledge. For the projection of the cerebral cortex, this term is unfamiliar. , but also understandable.

In other words, the system is something that exists in one's own brain, and it cannot be disarmed.

For things that could enter his brain silently, Liu Bei thought he had no way to deal with them, so he could only keep silent and go to the bedside in a decadent manner.

With his lowered head, the dim room cast a lot of gloom, and the old mirror frame refracted the faint light on Liu Bei's pupils. Liu Bei's voice was deep and hoarse.

"Tell me, who sent you here, what is your purpose, old man, I have one life, take it if you want it."

"Ding, the wealth system serves human beings and cannot harm the host. Please rest assured the host, No. 08 Xiao Ai is sincerely serving you."

"Then what do you do?"

"Ding, Xiaoai was created, and its only function is to manage and earn wealth reasonably and legally for the host."

"Wealth, hahaha, wealth, you can make money for me, how can there be such a good thing in the world, hahaha, hahaha"

Hearing the system's answer, Liu Bei couldn't help laughing, the more he laughed, the more he couldn't stop, as if this was the biggest joke in the world.

This time the system didn't answer. After a long time, Liu Bei stopped laughing, looked at the light screen and asked earnestly, "Make money for me at no cost?"

"Ding, Xiaoai sincerely serves you."

"Okay, I want a big villa and a luxury car, can you do that?"

Liu Bei felt that he was crazy, and he actually started to believe this thing. Maybe he really had a mental illness, otherwise he would believe such absurd things.

"Ding, Xiao Ai can't help the host buy a house or a car. Please ask the host to go out and buy it by yourself. Now start earning money. The time period is 30 days. Please wait patiently."

Then Liu Bei discovered that the number pages that could grow with breathing disappeared, but instead there were more stock patterns, the patterns kept flashing, and he began to buy and sell stocks continuously, looking busy.

Liu Bei found that when Xiao Ai went out to carry out the orders he gave, her ears were cleared, and she continued to ask, "The system elf is busy, please wait a moment."

Without Xiao Ai's questions and answers, the only sound left in the room was Liu Bei's breathing. After regaining consciousness, Liu Bei repeatedly looked at the balance of his mobile phone card to confirm that he was not having a mental illness and talking to himself.

What he didn't know was that an account opened with Liu Bei's ID card in the stock market began to operate continuously. A series of operations that were almost textbook-like were slowly fermented, and the money in the account continued to grow.

The system Xiaoai follows Liu Bei's order to make money, and it seems that he has directly turned off the function of withdrawing cash by breathing, but Liu Bei does not panic, at least the 18 in his bank card is always reminding him that life is not a problem now. So embarrassing.

After another day of rest, Liu Bei deeply condemned his laziness. He actually missed completing several tasks because of this trivial matter.

The scrap picking route arranged every day actually skipped one round, so the next morning, Liu Bei quickly took out his three-wheeled bicycle and walked towards the outside of the garage.

"stop."

(End of this chapter)