45: Chapter 45: As many as you have.

Beside him, Shang Youjun paused slightly with his chopsticks upon hearing this.

He also wanted to find a job; he didn't want to just eat and drink for free.

But... with his current state, what could he possibly do?

Unless...

Meanwhile, on Blue Star.

Night had fallen, and neon lights were flickering.

Inside a luxurious villa complex, the lights were blazing.

At the entrance of the villa complex, a middle-aged man stood.

He was wearing a jacket that had been washed until it was somewhat faded, his hair was a bit messy, and his face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.

His name was Zhou Tianhao, and he was Zhou Yun's father.

At this moment, he was standing outside a grand mansion, looking up at the tightly shut gate.

Zhou Tianhao took a deep breath and raised his voice to shout again:

"Tianyao!"

"No matter what, Xiaoyun is still your nephew!"

His voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a hint of pleading.

"For the sake of our childhood friendship, please give him a hand!"

"Tianyao!"

He called out over and over again, his voice echoing in the night wind.

But that gate remained tightly shut.

After a long while, the gate finally opened a crack.

It wasn't Zhou Tianyao who walked out, but a middle-aged man in a crisp suit.

It was the Zhou family's butler.

The butler walked up to Zhou Tianhao, a polite yet distant smile on his face.

"Mr. Zhou." His tone was polite, yet it carried an aloofness that kept people at a distance. "You'd better leave quickly."

Zhou Tianhao's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward.

"Mr. Butler! Please, go tell Tianyao again! I only want to see him for a moment and say a few words!"

The butler looked down at his arm being held, his brows slightly furrowed.

He politely removed Zhou Tianhao's hand, then unhurriedly brushed off his suit cuff.

"Mr. Zhou." He lifted his head, looking at Zhou Tianhao with a calm gaze,

"Please go back. Continuing to shout like this won't yield any results."

He paused, then said the final sentence indifferently:

"The Boss said—he doesn't remember having a relative like you."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured over Zhou Tianhao.

He doesn't remember... having such a relative...

Zhou Tianhao's eyes gradually turned red.

He and Zhou Tianyao were brothers who grew up together.

How could he just say "don't remember" and actually "not remember"?

He stood in place, motionless for a long time.

It was late at night.

Zhou Yun lay on the bed in the City Lord's Mansion, took out his phone, and opened WeChat.

This was the only way for those who had undergone Transmigration to stay in contact with Earth.

Zhou Yun opened the chat box with his father and sent a message.

"Zhou Yun: Dad, did you take your medicine?"

After a moment, the other side replied.

"Old Zhou: I took it, I took it. That's all you ever ask about."

Zhou Yun smiled and continued typing.

"Zhou Yun: Is business at the shop okay?"

"Old Zhou: It's okay, pretty good. Just enough to keep me busy."

"Zhou Yun: That's good. Please take care of your health. You can earn less money; don't wear yourself out."

"Old Zhou: You sure are bossy! If I hadn't earned money all these years, who would have supported you?"

Zhou Yun looked at this message, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

He could almost imagine his old man typing away, puffing out his cheeks and glaring.

"Old Zhou: How are things on your side? Have the refugees arrived? You didn't take them in, did you?"

"Zhou Yun: Don't worry, Dad! I've always listened to you the most!"

"Old Zhou: Bullshit! You've never listened to a word I've said!"

Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Zhou Yun: It's different this time! After all, I still want to pass the novice period! I have to listen to the advice of an experienced person like you, right?"

"Old Zhou: Hmph! That at least sounds reasonable!"

"Old Zhou: Remember, no matter what, try every possible way to block the beast tide and survive the novice period!"

"Old Zhou: Only then can you have a future!"

"Zhou Yun: I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

The conversation ended here.

Zhou Yun put down his phone, looked at the ceiling, and wore a faint smile.

He was already looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the day he successfully passed the novice period and returned to Blue Star.

His dad would definitely be very, very, very, very! Happy then!

And then he would slap him hard on the back!

And shout loudly: "You brat, you didn't do too bad!"

Haha!

On the other side, on Blue Star.

Zhou Tianhao put down his phone and stared at his son's avatar on the screen for a long time.

It was a photo of Zhou Yun from his high school days, wearing his school uniform, smiling brightly.

A smile tugged at the corners of Zhou Tianhao's mouth.

"This kid... still only reports the good news and hides the bad."

He muttered to himself.

"Saying 'I've always listened to you the most'... Who is he trying to fool?"

He shook his head gently, his smile filled with a bit of helplessness.

Since last year, this usually obedient son had started to have his own opinions on many things.

If he told him to go east, he would insist on going west.

If he told him not to take in refugees, since he was saying this now, nine times out of ten, he had already taken them in!

Zhou Tianhao suddenly sighed and put the phone aside.

He looked up at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, couldn't help but think of the scene where he was turned away, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

"It's been hard on you, son." He said softly, his voice a bit hoarse. "It's Dad's fault for being useless..."

Flower City, City Lord's Mansion.

After finishing the conversation with his father, Zhou Yun noticed a notification in the class group that someone had @-ed him, so he casually tapped into it.

"Wang Kai: @Zhou Yun Are you still alive?"

"Wang Kai: You didn't get overrun by refugees, did you?"

"Li Hao: What overrun? That's some heavy taste!"

"Zhao Liying: This isn't the bus to kindergarten, let me off!"

"Zhang Wei: Speaking of which, Emperor Yun hasn't appeared for so long, he didn't really run into trouble, did he?"

"Wang Kai: @Zhou Yun Where are you, where are you, where are you?"

"Holy crap? Is he really gone?"

"Absurd, it's only been three days!"

"Make a sound, @Zhou Yun"

"An F-Level City is indeed a Hell-level start..."

"Moment of silence..."

Seeing that he was about to be declared dead, Zhou Yun immediately started typing.

"Zhou Yun: Still alive."

"???"

"The Hell, why did it take you so long to come out!"

"Were you lurking?"

"Zhou Yun: Was a bit busy, received a batch of refugees."

"???"

"??????"

"Is there something wrong with your brain???"

"You actually took them in?"

"Wang Shuai: Receive, refugees?"

"I recognize every one of these four characters, but why does it sound so alien when put together?"

"Buddy, that's not how you brag."

"How many did you take in?"

"Zhou Yun: Twenty thousand."

"Wang Shuai: Good, good, good, impressive, impressive, truly worthy of being our Emperor Yun, ha!"

"That is indeed impressive! Twenty thousand refugees!"

"Wow! How is this an F-Level City! I think it's at least an SS-Level City, right?"

"Do you still want refugees? If you do, I have some more? @Zhou Yun"

"Zhou Yun: As many as you have."