Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

In a small rental house in Yangcheng, a man in his thirties was looking at the computer screen in front of him with a somewhat nervous expression.

The man had messy hair and a beard that had not been trimmed for some time. A foul smell emanated from the small house. Bowls of instant noodles were placed on the table nearby, and cockroaches could be vaguely seen crawling in the bowls.

But even so, the man still turned a blind eye to the surrounding environment and had long been accustomed to it.

Zhou Liyan, in fact, was not such a decadent person originally. More than a year ago, Zhou Liyan was an optimistic and positive young man, working from nine to five every day in a medium-sized company. Although his monthly salary was not too high, it was not too low either. A salary of 18,000 yuan was enough for Zhou Liyan to live a worry-free life.

However, the life that was originally progressing step by step was disrupted by a sudden accident.

Finally, something that no one wanted to see happened in Zhou Liyan's family. A fire broke out in his hometown, killing one and injuring another of Zhou Liyan's parents who were far away in his hometown.

The sudden occurrence of this incident completely crushed Zhou Liyan's family.

The huge cost of treatment forced Zhou Liyan to quit his stable job and start looking for work around the world.

Over the past year, Zhou Liyan has worked on construction sites, delivered takeout, and even worked as a male model in a bar. However, faced with huge medical expenses and huge debts, all this money is just a drop in the bucket.

Until recently, when Fantasy Westward Journey was rebooted, Zhou Liyan, as a hardcore player of the game, keenly smelled the business opportunity. He immediately got a few computers and rushed directly into the game.

Today's Fantasy Westward Journey still creates some opportunities for some top professional players and some top hardcore players to make money.

In this era, if you just play with a high-level account, as long as the level is high enough, after working hard for a month, the materials you produce can be sold for not only several thousand yuan, but more than a thousand yuan is still a relatively easy thing.

If you operate more than one account every day and if you work for more than sixteen hours a day, it is still possible to earn eighteen thousand yuan a month. If you are luckier, you can even make more money.

It is different from the previous Fantasy Westward Journey, which was madly targeting professional players, causing many players to invest hundreds of thousands of yuan in a group of accounts. After working hard for a month, even if they operated ten accounts, they would only make a few thousand yuan a month.

As a hardcore player of Fantasy Westward Journey, Zhou Liyan had been a ten-account player for two years. In addition, his luck was relatively good, so he made a lot of money in Fantasy Westward Journey during this period.

However, just when Zhou Liyan thought that everything was moving in a good direction, his mother, who was in the hospital, developed complications and another huge debt came down upon him, which made Zhou Liyan completely breathless.

"Sister, you stay at the hospital and look after mom. Don't worry about the money. I'll find a way to get it. Don't worry, I've taken care of my rest and eaten well. My health is fine. The main thing is that you have to take good care of mom.

"Okay, I won't say any more. Our boss called me, I have to get busy." Zhou Liyan hung up the phone and sighed.

Those bloodshot eyes, dirty hair and untidy beard clearly showed that he was not as relaxed as Zhou Liyan said. At least in the past two or three months, Zhou Liyan had spent up to twenty hours a day in the game, and his weight had dropped from 160 pounds to 120 pounds in just two or three months.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Liyan looked at the computer screen in front of him and the live broadcast room that appeared in front of him. A hint of determination flashed in Zhou Liyan's eyes.

"Unlucky anchor, I hope you can give me something, just a good piece of equipment, it is too important for me. If you don't give me anything, I can only take the last resort." Zhou Liyan said in a low voice.

As a hardcore player, Zhou Liyan knew better than anyone that refining monsters would make three generations poor, and weapons would ruin one's life. He was already in a desperate situation, and it was obviously the most stupid thing to do to find an anchor to tinker with resources. It was actually no different from throwing money into the sea.

But Zhou Liyan really had no other choice. It seemed that the only game he could access where he could make a small fortune by using formal channels was Fantasy Westward Journey.

Soon, after Feng Jun sent away a friend, Zhou Liyan also heard the voice coming from the live broadcast room.

"Next, next, please welcome the next victim... Not the next water friend, the one from the Butterfly Spring server... Hey, this name is a bit affectionate, Wu Huijuan, I love you? It seems that you are still an infatuated water friend. Your girlfriend must be very happy. You even use your girlfriend's name when playing a game." Feng Jun looked at the account that had already logged in in front of him and asked with a puzzled look.

Nowadays, there are all kinds of friends in Feng Jun's live broadcast room. There are all kinds of game accounts with all kinds of aliases, such as the previous Fengchujibamaodong, or those with names like Jiangcheng Wu Yanzu or Hongdu Andy Lau, etc. There are countless names.

Of course, there are also some names like "I love you" and "My ex, damn you" that appear from time to time.

When Feng Jun saw this account name this time, he grinned and made a slight joke.

"Good evening, unlucky anchor, and hello to all the viewers in the live broadcast room. My name is Zhou Liyan, ahem. As for Wu Huijuan, she is not my girlfriend. I am single currently. Wu Huijuan is my mother." Zhou Liyan's voice with a slight choke came from the live broadcast room.

After hearing what Zhou Liyan said, Feng Jun realized that he had made a big mistake and had misunderstood the situation to some extent.

"Um, I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, I misunderstood, I apologize. By the way, Brother Zhou, I saw that you came up this time with five level 130 belts in your backpack. Do you want me to help you identify these five belts?" Feng Jun said hurriedly.

"Well, unlucky anchor, these five belts are what I saved for a long time. Brother Jun, I want to identify some belts that are a little more valuable. They are too important to me." Zhou Liyan nodded and said.

"Okay, five belts will be fine too. If you're lucky, you might get a belt without a level, and then you'll make a fortune." Feng Jun waved his hand and said, without taking over Zhou Liyan's words, nor did he curiously ask Zhou Liyan why he needed money so urgently.