139: Organizing the loot in real life, a satisfying encounter with a projected person.

At 7 AM on Wednesday, sunlight in his Magic City rental filtered through the gaps in the curtains onto Xie Hui's face. He rubbed his eyes and reached out to his side — there was no rosewood furniture from the Su Family Old Residence, only his familiar old desk. Only then did he fully realize: he had truly returned to reality from the all is well world.

Sitting up, the first thing Xie Hui did was concentrate his mind and activate his "inner universe" — in the next second, the table was instantly piled with things: a stack of laminated photos (Su Mingyu's celebration banquet, Zhu Li's new apartment, Wu Fei taking Xiao Mi to fly a kite), a yellowed Su Family Old Residence land deed, two brand-new mobile phones (screens still lit, containing Company Name's project data), an ultra-thin laptop (the desktop showing audit cases organized by Zhu Li), three shining gold bars (brought from the legend of the condor heroes, having only spent one in all is well), and a small bottle of nine flower jade dew pills.

He picked up the top photo, his fingertip brushing over the corner of Su Mingyu's mouth as she smiled, remembering the ice-cold cola she handed him at the celebration banquet; he touched the photo of Zhu Li's apron stained with flour while cooking, recalling the scene when he helped her move; seeing the photo of Wu Fei and Xiao Mi, he could almost hear Xiao Mi's milky voice calling "Uncle Xie." "I didn't help them for nothing." Xie Hui smiled and put the photos into an album, then picked up the land deed — the paper was stiff, and Su Daqiang's signature on it was still clear. "I'll keep it as a souvenir; maybe I can go back and visit in the future."

After sorting through his memories, Xie Hui focused his gaze on the gold bars — the most urgent thing now was to turn them into cash. Back when he was a Corporate Slave, he even had to scrape together rent money, but now with these gold bars, he could finally be "tough" in the real world. He picked the thickest one, wrapped it in old newspaper, and stuffed it into his backpack. He also carried a bottle of nine flower jade dew pills (just in case) and rushed out to the gold shop.

The gold shop was in the city center. Xie Hui was wearing his old T-shirt and jeans. As soon as he entered, the clerk glanced at him and said dismissively, "Sir, everything here is authentic gold, costing at least tens of thousands. If you're looking for silver jewelry, please go over there."

Xie Hui didn't waste words. He took the newspaper bundle from his backpack and placed the gold bar on the counter with a "thud." "Take a look at this for me, how much can I get for it?" The clerk's eyes went wide instantly. He quickly put on gloves, picked up the gold bar, and called the manager over. The manager tested it with an instrument and immediately spoke respectfully: "Sir, this is pure gold. Based on today's market price, we can give you 350,000. We can transfer the money now, does that work for you?" Xie Hui nodded. Seeing the notification of 350,000 arriving on his mobile phone, he felt a surge of satisfaction — he used to earn only 8,000 after working overtime for half a month, but now one gold bar was worth four years of salary. This was the confidence given by Transmigration.

Leaving the gold shop, Xie Hui went to the bank to get a new card and transferred the money into it. Just as he was about to leave, he heard an argument at the next counter: "Manager Wang, all the materials for my new energy project are ready. Why won't you approve the loan?" A woman in a black suit with a capable aura was frowning, clutching a thick project proposal. Her profile looked remarkably like Su Mingyu, and her tenacity in speaking was similar as well — this was Lin Wei, the owner of a startup tech company who was worrying about project financing.

Manager Wang looked impatient: "President Lin, it's not that I'm blocking you, but the energy consumption data for your project is too vague; the headquarters won't accept it. If you can't supplement it within three days, you can forget about this loan." Lin Wei was so anxious that her forehead was sweating. Her company relied entirely on this project to survive; if she couldn't get the loan, she would have to close down.

Xie Hui walked over, scanned the "photovoltaic module energy consumption" column on the proposal, and remembered that the mobile phone he brought back from all is well contained a complete energy consumption template for Su Mingyu's new energy project — he had specifically asked the technical department to organize it when he was helping Mingyu monitor the project. He pointed to that column and said, "Manager Wang, there's no problem with her data; it's just not organized according to the New National Standard format. Look, if you supplement it here with the 'module temperature coefficient' and 'annual attenuation rate,' and then attach the test report number, the headquarters will definitely approve it."

Lin Wei was stunned: "How do you know? I asked several experts, and none of them mentioned this!" Xie Hui pulled out that mobile phone from his backpack and opened the saved template: "I helped a friend with a similar project before. This is the standard template; you can just fill it in accordingly." Lin Wei quickly took the mobile phone to take photos, and Manager Wang leaned in to look as well. Finding that it indeed met the New National Standard, he had no choice but to say, "Then once you supplement the materials, I'll help you submit them again."

The matter resolved, Lin Wei held Xie Hui's hand and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you so much! I'm Lin Wei, I run a tech company. If you don't mind, could I buy you a cup of coffee?" Xie Hui smiled and agreed. While drinking coffee, Lin Wei said she wanted to hire him as a project consultant. Xie Hui didn't agree immediately, only leaving his contact information: "If you encounter anything you can't handle in the future, find me anytime." He knew that this was a "Su Mingyu projection" in reality, which both continued his connection and allowed him to work steadily in the real world.

Just as he parted from Lin Wei, Xie Hui's mobile phone rang. It was a WeChat message from his university class monitor, Zhang Lei: "Xie Hui, class reunion this Saturday, see you at the old place! Everyone wants to know how you've been doing since you resigned. Don't miss it!" This was followed by a smirking emoji. Xie Hui looked at the message, remembering how Zhang Lei always followed rich second-generation kids in university and mocked him for having "no background and no talent." He used to avoid them, but now he felt: perfect, let them see the current him.

At 3 PM, Xie Hui was resting in a coffee shop when he heard someone crying softly nearby. Looking up, he saw a girl in a white shirt with a low ponytail squatting in a corner, clutching audit working papers, looking exactly like Zhu Li did when she was anxious — this was Chen Xi, who had just joined an audit firm six months ago and was being picked on by a client during her first independent project. "The client said I calculated the taxes wrong and wants to complain about me..." Chen Xi's voice carried a sob, and she was squeezing the calculator in her hand so hard it almost broke.

Xie Hui walked over, picked up the papers, and glanced at them, pointing to the "input tax deduction" column: "You didn't calculate it wrong. The client included 'business entertainment expenses' in the deductible items. According to tax law, entertainment expenses can only be 60% deducted." He opened his laptop and pulled up the "Common Audit Pitfalls" document organized by Zhu Li. "Look, this is a previous case, exactly like your situation. Use this to talk to the client. If that doesn't work, go to the Tax Bureau to verify."

Looking at the cases and policy articles in the document, Chen Xi stopped crying instantly, her eyes full of admiration: "Brother, you're amazing! Are you in auditing?" "I helped a friend handle similar problems before." Xie Hui helped her organize the papers. "Don't carry it all yourself in the future. If you can't handle it, just ask. I'll give you my number." Chen Xi quickly wrote down the number and insisted on buying him milk tea — this was another "Zhu Li projection," making Xie Hui feel that the real world wasn't so boring after all.

At 6 PM, Xie Hui, carrying his new bank card, went to the mall to buy new clothes — he used to always wear T-shirts worth dozens of yuan, but now he directly picked a casual suit costing over a thousand. After putting it on and looking in the mirror, it was true that clothes make the man; he no longer looked like that rustic Corporate Slave from before. Next, he went to an outdoor gear store and bought tents, sleeping bags, first aid kits, and stocked up on common medicines — he didn't know what world he would transmigrate to next, so it was definitely right to prepare in advance. These things were quietly stored into his inner universe, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Returning to his rental, Xie Hui hung up his new clothes and glanced at the 350,000 balance on his mobile phone. Remembering the days when he had to haggle with the landlord over rent, he couldn't help but smile. He took out the mobile phone he brought back from all is well, clicked on Su Mingyu's project data, then flipped through Zhu Li's audit cases, feeling that these "spoils" were even more precious than gold bars — they could not only help him establish himself in reality but also help others.

Before bed, Xie Hui placed the photos of the three female leads by his pillow and touched the gold bars and nine flower jade dew pills in his inner universe. He knew that he was no longer that Xie Hui who got his shoes stepped on in the subway and was manipulated by his boss — he was an invincible big shot who could transmigrate through ten thousand worlds and held a "Treasure Trove." The satisfying journey in the real world had only just begun.