67: invite

Jiang Yuan blinked. The system had produced something good again.

Immediately, he felt a continuous surge of warmth flowing from deep within his body.

It felt as if every cell in his body was cheering and leaping, undergoing some kind of intense restructuring and evolution.

After just a few seconds of adaptation, that sense of power solidified completely.

He clenched his fist.

The air in his palm was squeezed until it popped, emitting a faint, muffled sound.

The feeling was extremely real—he now felt that a single punch could truly kill an elephant!

(Theoretically, it is possible; a normal person's full-force punch is usually 100 to 150kg. Eight times that for Jiang Yuan would probably be several tons concentrated into a single fist. Furthermore, bone and muscle density would also increase.)

As for those hundreds-of-kilograms-heavy yaks on the meadow nearby, they no longer counted as heavyweight creatures in his eyes at this moment.

Constitution 80.

This was already thoroughly non-human data.

Jiang Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air, not even glancing at the bank deposit notification text message.

He hadn't even really touched the previous 300 million in startup capital, and now another 400 million had arrived.

The over one billion lying in his account had completely turned into a string of temperatureless numbers to him.

However, this 【Energy Drink】 was a good thing.

It was practically a cheat code for infinite stamina.

Drink a bottle when thirsty or tired, and you'll never know fatigue.

This was more practical than anything else for the upcoming long-distance self-driving trip to Tibet.

Upon arriving at the horse farm, Jiang Yuan parted ways with Zhou Xiu. Before leaving, he sent all the photos he had taken to her and silently wished this young girl, who looked about his age, a smooth and safe journey.

When he returned to the parking lot, a small incident occurred.

Jiang Yuan had just pulled open the door of the brabus g900.

The owner of a Toyota Prado next to him approached.

It was a middle-aged man who enjoyed off-roading, wearing a Kailas windbreaker with a cigarette in his hand, circling Jiang Yuan's car twice.

There was a hint of knowledgeable shock in his eyes.

"Brother, this car... brabus g900?"

The man pointed at the exaggerated wide-body and modification kit of the G900, his voice trembling slightly.

In a place like Western Sichuan, BBA aren't necessarily the ultimate currency.

But this kind of performance beast, which clearly was born to conquer the wilderness, was definitely a top-tier totem in the eyes of men.

"Yeah."

Jiang Yuan replied indifferently, tossing two camera bags into the passenger seat.

"V12?"

The man saw the inconspicuous emblem on the side of the car and gasped.

"My goodness, you're really willing to drive this thing into the ditches to beat it up."

The Prado owner gave a thumbs up.

Jiang Yuan didn't explain much, just nodded politely.

He got in the car.

Ignited the engine.

The unique, deep, beast-like roar of the V12 engine instantly drowned out the sounds of other vehicles in the parking lot.

With a step on the accelerator, the white giant beast glided out of the parking space extremely lightly, kicking up a cloud of dust and speeding away.

Only leaving the middle-aged man standing in place, listening to the fading engine roar, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

"That's so damn cool."

Returning to Rilong Town, the streets were slightly crowded.

This time was the peak period for tourists looking for food, and both sides of the street were filled with various signs.

The aromas of whole roasted lamb, yak hotpot, and Tibetan-style earthen hotpot mingled in the cold air, whetting everyone's appetite.

Jiang Yuan didn't look at the shops that were overly enthusiastic about soliciting customers, but instead glanced at Dianping, choosing an old, highly-rated but small-frontage shop hidden in an alley— "Ama Yak Soup Pot."

The car was too big to enter the alley, so he could only park it in a temporary parking space on the side of the road.

He locked the car, wrapped his windbreaker tightly around himself, and stepped into the alley.

The shop was steaming hot and almost full.

The owner was a slightly plump Tibetan lady who, seeing Jiang Yuan walk in alone, warmly greeted him and had him sit at a small table in the corner.

"Handsome Guy, what would you like to eat? Just one person?"

"One person."

Jiang Yuan glanced at the menu on the wall and spoke quickly.

"I'll have a large pot of fresh yak meat soup, plus an order of beef offal, an order of beef tongue, and an order of wild vegetables."

After a brief pause, he added:

"And two highland barley cakes, large size."

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, her pen pausing.

"Handsome Guy, the large pot is for three or four people. I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it alone..."

"It's fine, I can finish it."

Jiang Yuan smiled, his tone firm.

Seeing that the guest insisted, the proprietress didn't try to persuade him further and went to the kitchen.

Before long, a huge copper pot was brought out.

The milky white soup base was bubbling, with large chunks of yak meat rising and falling with the bubbles, topped with emerald green scallions and cilantro, and a rich meaty aroma instantly filled the air.

Jiang Yuan first poured a bowl of soup. One gulp down, the umami flavor shot straight to the top of his head, and his stomach instantly felt warm.

Then he picked up a piece of skin-on yak meat and dipped it into the special dry chili powder.

It was soft, chewy, and bouncy in the mouth, the skin was gelatinous and sticky, and the meat was fresh and tender, completely devoid of the dry, stringy texture of ordinary beef.

"Comforting."

He ate heartily without any airs of a wealthy person, eating until his forehead was slightly sweating.

Surrounding him were noisy conversations in local dialects; some people were bragging about their mountain climbing experiences today, while others were complaining about altitude sickness and headaches.

This atmosphere, full of the hustle and bustle of daily life, made him feel incredibly real.

Just as he was eating, his phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Zhou Xiu.

"Um... I went back to the hotel and used some oxygen, I feel much better. Thank you so much for today. If you are going to Shuangqiaogou tomorrow, I can treat you to a meal! (If it's not on your way, never mind~)"

It was followed by a cute "peeking" emoji.

Jiang Yuan chewed on some beef tongue while typing a reply with one hand:

"I'll see how it goes tomorrow; most likely I'll sleep until I wake up naturally. You rest well."

After replying, he put down his phone and continued to focus on the highland barley cakes in front of him.

To him, the fate of a chance encounter should stop at the appropriate point.

Forty minutes later.

The copper pot on the table was almost empty, even the soup base.

Jiang Yuan paid the bill and walked out of the small shop under the shocked gaze of the proprietress.

He strolled around the town to digest his food, feeling the cold wind of the Western Sichuan night.

When he returned to the homestay, he could see the fire blazing in the courtyard from afar.

Dynamic Tibetan dance music accompanied by cheers drifted over.

After parking the brabus, Jiang Yuan followed the sound.

It turned out the homestay was hosting a bonfire party.

In the open space, huge pine logs were piled into a tower shape, with flames rising three or four meters high, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Sparks flew into the deep blue night sky along with the hot air currents.

In the inner circle were seven or eight young girls wearing Jiarong Tibetan clothing, waving their long sleeves with light, graceful dance moves.

The outer circle was crowded with tourists staying at the hotel, each holding up their phones, excitedly taking photos and videos.

Jiang Yuan stood on the periphery and watched for a while, finding it quite interesting.

He took out his phone and opened the live stream room he hadn't used in a long time.

The title was simple: 【Western Sichuan, Night.】

It had been less than two minutes since he started the stream.

Perhaps it was because the heat from the previous "Billionaire Divine Magnate" in Qingdao was still there, or perhaps it was the system's luck buff.

The number of viewers in the live stream began to skyrocket.

One thousand, three thousand, six thousand...

The number of online viewers quickly stabilized at around six thousand.

The chat was instantly flooded.

"Holy crap! The missing person has returned!"

"Where did Brother Yuan go? No news for so long!"

"This background... is Divine Magnate Brother in Tibet?"

"Wow! Are those Tibetan young ladies? They dance so beautifully!"

"Are you drinking butter tea, streamer!"

Jiang Yuan did not show his face.

He aimed the camera at the burning bonfire and the dancing crowd.

His voice came through faintly, sounding exceptionally magnetic amidst the noisy background sound.

"Hello everyone."

"I am currently in Western Sichuan, in Four Sisters Mountain Town."

"I just happened to catch a bonfire party, and I thought it was quite interesting, so I'm sharing it with you all."

The camera shook slightly.

The warm light of the flames reflected on everyone's faces, and that happiness was highly infectious.

"I won't show my face; the protagonists are them."

Jiang Yuan adjusted the angle, making himself like a transparent recorder.

Just then, a lead dancer wearing a Tibetan robe seemed to notice Jiang Yuan who was live streaming.

She generously waved at the camera and then made a gesture of invitation.

Her eyes were bright, and her smile was even more enthusiastic than the flames.