The world starts with Hunter x Hunter

Zui Yi put a bunch of porcelain in the filing cabinet. As for the documents inside, he didn't have a company, so he put some fake books on top, well, the kind of crafts with only a shell.

I didn't care about this place before, it was just a place to play computer games.

'It's all money. If I can get some antique furniture later, it will be even better. 'After placing the porcelain vases, Zui Yi turned back and tossed around in the tool room for a while, and prepared to burn and throw away some garbage.

It was a bit useful in that era, but in modern times, nothing is better than these garbage.

With nearly one cubic meter of space, he can get more things now.

After precise measurement, Zui Yi finally understood that his space expanded to 79.8cm.

As for the length of the Type 38 rifle, 79.7cm, no wonder why it couldn't fit in at the beginning.

After arriving at the storage room, he started to organize his backpack. The camping equipment in it was directly placed in a storage box. He bought a backpack because of limited space. Now these backpacks are useless because the system does not recognize these things and cannot be taken directly.

So a plastic storage box is more convenient, it can hold more things, and there is no weight. It is easier to carry than a backpack. However, a small backpack is also placed in it in case you need to carry something outside.

Ammunition and weapons are also packed in a storage box and stuffed directly into the space.

Food supplies, wine and beverages, candies, snacks and nuts, all kinds of things are put into the storage box again. This time the system is more tidy and not as messy as before. After these things covered nearly one square meter, Zui Yi was relieved.

These equipment can at least allow him to survive in the wild for half a year without worrying about lack of food. As for water sources, the water sources of three storage boxes are enough.

The biggest gain of this crossing is actually the expansion of space and cash income. Zui Yi at least wants to make him a rich man in the main world, and it is enough to live with savings without worrying about existence.

As for the remaining money, he would buy a large amount of gold to expand his space.

If Zhui Yi had a manor as big as his current one, he would be relieved at that time.

‘It’s even more expensive than collecting figurines.’ Zhui Yi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The space would naturally need to be filled with things to expand.

And what he collected in his space would not be figurines, but serious practical equipment, such as cars, planes and yachts. Zhui Yi felt that he would not be rich in this life, but he would not be poor. This would be an extremely luxurious journey through time, especially in order to hide his tracks, he might have to buy two.

‘Plane, yacht!’ Zhui Yi felt that he might have to empty the gold mountain as big as the pyramid to make up for his small storage space.

‘There are still 8 pieces of gold. If one is 10KG, it is 160 kilograms. With the odds and ends, it is enough. What should I do with the words on it!’ Zhui Yi had a headache. There were stamps on the gold. Fortunately, it was Japanese characters, and he could roughly understand a few.

Yunyun, Taisho Bank.

If this is not melted, there will definitely be trouble, but if it is filed off...

Suddenly he remembered something, he remembered that gold is slowly decomposed by the system space, although this "slowly" speed is very fast, but Zhui Yi wants to give it a try.

At worst, it will be absorbed, no loss.

Use consciousness to operate a piece of gold, and stick the side with the font on it to the space wall.

‘Absorb one layer, don't absorb more! ’

It's like rubbing butter on a hot iron plate...

‘Hiss, it works! ’ Zhui Yi watched the gold being eliminated by a layer, and was relieved that it was not absorbed as a whole.

Although this leads to inaccurate weight, it doesn't matter, it's not a loss, and such gold can be sold later.

I rubbed all eight pieces of gold on the space wall, took them out and checked them, and found that there were no other marks before putting them in the storage box.

Packaging and organizing equipment is a troublesome and meticulous job. It was already early morning when I came out after packing. Facing the rising sun, Zhui Yi sat cross-legged on the wooden board of the porch and began to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

Regardless of whether it works or not, all the masters in the movies do it this way, so use your imagination to start breathing all over your body, or just meditate to restore your body.

The phone rang suddenly, and Zhui Yi frowned and ended his meditation. Then he walked to the gate of the yard in flip-flops and waited for the courier to arrive.

He signed, sent off the courier company employees, and moved them back to the house one by one.

Sitting in the living room to check the things that were delivered, the first was the ordered ammunition, and Zhui Yi took out several weapons.

‘MMP, it really doesn’t work! ’

The bullet can’t be installed if it’s 1 mm off, but this also made Zhui Yi feel relieved. At least after obtaining an identity in the future, he can find a place where weapons are not banned to settle down, and bullets can be bought from formal channels, and it is more convenient to buy online, and buying in large quantities can also avoid some problems.

This busy work lasted until two o’clock in the afternoon, and he didn’t finish until his stomach growled.

After a simple lunch, he got in the car. He needed to go to the city to buy some food supplies and go shopping in the supermarket.

His space is filled with rice, flour, and some snacks, such as canned food, sausages, melon seeds and peanuts.

The snacks at home are for daily use. This is an 80cm cube, which can hold a lot of things. If you don't fill it up, you will feel sorry for yourself.

The city is not far from his villa, just half an hour's drive. He has become familiar with this road. After turning around, he still looked eagerly when passing by Hua Street, and finally went to the supermarket with pain.

The next day, Zhui Yi felt that there was nothing wrong with his preparation. After thinking about it, he finally put all the polished gold bars in the space. No safe is more useful than his portable space.

Resting, Zhui Yi just lay on the sofa and watched the boring programs on the wall-mounted TV, played with his mobile phone from time to time, and ate some meat pie (pizza) when he was hungry.

Zhui Yi suddenly found that the time waiting for the system transmission passed so slowly. Like the last time he came back directly from the Wen Club to practice, he was refreshed and waited for the transmission. Now he was bored staying at home.

Finally, he made it to 3:00 in the morning again. It was exactly 48 hours before his return. He put away his phone and took another look at some small appliances next to him. This time, he also wanted to experiment whether the system transmission would damage these unmonitored electrical appliances.

The familiar tearing feeling came again. Zhui Yi lay in the blanket. This time, he was still wearing the shorts and vest he used for traveling through time.

The surrounding environment was slowed down from the top-down camera and then the 360-degree visual distance around him. When the flow of time returned to normal, Zhui Yi quickly walked out of the alley.

He carefully identified the surrounding environment, and then walked barefoot on the street. He saw a clothing store and showed the silver dollar in his hand when the boss was about to drive people away.

"Boss, do you want to buy clothes?" The old man walked over directly, put the feather duster on the counter, and asked with gestures.

"From inside to outside." Zhui Yi heard that the Cantonese spoken by the other party was understandable, so he spoke directly in Mandarin.

"Okay!"

"50 yuan for Chenghui." The boss said, looking at the other party with a smile.

Zhui Yi directly threw two silver dollars on the counter and turned away.

"That, boss, boss, not enough, not enough!" The old man hurriedly chased him and said in poor Mandarin.

"Not enough, do you think I'm a rich man?" Zhui Yi said with a glare.

"This, this is really not enough, now 1 silver dollar can only be exchanged for 20 yuan." The boss said with a bitter face.

"Okay, I won't buy it. I'll come back when I have enough money. You can keep these clothes for me." Zhui Yi said and began to take off his coat.

"Forget it, forget it, 2 yuan is 2 yuan." The boss opened the glass door of the store with a bitter face, "Boss, take care."

Walking on the street again, Zhui Yi looked at the surrounding environment and had a general understanding. This place is neither modern nor ancient. Looking at the trams on the road, the occasional cars on the road, and some men squatting on the side of the road wearing simple shorts and patched pants and clothes.

Walking on the street, Zhui Yi was not in a hurry to ask where this place was, but it didn't look like Shanghai, because the language here was very mixed, with Cantonese, Minnan dialect, and Shanghai dialect, mostly with southern accents.

'Modern Guangzhou, or Hong Kong? ' Suddenly I remembered to check the task.

[Task: Survival]

'Hong Kong! Master Ye! ' Zhui Yi thought immediately, and now it looks more and more like Hong Kong, it's probably modern Hong Kong that has so many people from all over the world.

And this time the task seems to be the same as the last time, another open world, thinking of this, Zhui Yi was afraid that he came too early, and just saw a newspaper boy, but he didn't have cash on him, some silver dollars left, and all kinds of cash and foreign currencies that he got at the beginning, and there were all kinds of copper coins.

"Boss, buy a newspaper!" A child ran to Zhui Yi and said.

"Is this today's?" Zhui Yi didn't understand, but he understood by looking at his gestures.

"Yes, yes, it's today's newspaper!" The child immediately said in almost Mandarin, at least Zhui Yi could understand.

‘Next time I must have a language translator. The language in China is too complicated. The north is better, but in the south, oh, the accent is different every ten miles!’ Zhui Yi took out a few coins from his pocket and spread his hands in front of the child.

The newsboy looked at it, picked out a 10-cent coin, and then took out a 5-cent note from his pocket and handed it over with some trepidation.