I died a long time ago. Am I poor because no one burns paper for me?

"Have you ever considered this possibility?"

"You're already dead, and you're poor because no one burns paper for you?"

Yang Shou saw the comment with the most likes and laughed.

It goes without saying that when people are poor, they tend to daydream.

Such thoughts can actually occur.

"So what if I'm poor? Being a lazy fish isn't bad either."

"Why curse yourself when you're perfectly fine?"

"If I'm dead, then are my colleagues, my friends, everyone I meet also dead?"

Yang Shou shook his head, casually put his phone away, wrapped himself in his blanket, and prepared to sleep.

The night is long, so sleep and cherish it.

The night gradually deepened, and Su Chen fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly found himself floating in the sky.

This place seemed to be a cemetery, densely packed with tombstones.

Just below him, a slender girl was squatting in front of a grave, burning paper. "Brother Yang, I'm sorry I haven't come to see you in recent years."

"Keep this money for now. I'll come over when I have time."

Flames rose, smoke curling.

The girl's face held a childish look, a hint of baby fat still.

But her pretty features, combined with her already graceful figure, made her a woman you couldn't help but stare at twice.

But Yang Shou's mind wasn't on the beauty at all. His eyes were fixed on the photo on the tombstone.

Although it was black and white, the unique, grinning expression on her face looked more and more familiar.

This is me!

Just as Yang Shou was about to rush down to take a closer look, he suddenly sat up, gasping in the dark bedroom.

"It was just a dream!"

"You scared me!"

He muttered, getting out of bed and taking a few sips of warm water.

Of course, he went to relieve himself while he was there.

After all, he was an adult; a nightmare was nothing. Yang Shou lay back in bed, picked up his phone, checked the time, and went back to sleep.

I don't know how much time had passed.

"How can you still sleep at your age?"

"How can you still sleep at your age?"

"You..."

The phone rang, a voice full of energy and indignation, with a striking effect.

Yang Shou jolted awake, fumbling for his phone with his eyes closed, turning it off.

Just as he was debating whether to sleep another five minutes or a full morning, his withdrawn arm brushed against something hard.

I didn't even reach under the covers.

Dazed, Yang Shou opened his eyes and looked near his arm.

He was immediately startled.

Money.

Money bundled tightly, like bricks.

And not just one or two bundles, but a hundred or eighty bundles, forming a circle around his body.

Is this another dream?

Having a nightmare of his own death, only to have a beautiful dream of a bed full of money to compensate?

Yang Shou forced a helpless smile and lay back down.

The dream had everything, but it was just a dream after all.

Go back to sleep and wait for the real alarm to ring.

Yang Shou lay flat on his back for two minutes, then on his side for two, then on his stomach for two.

"This doesn't look like a dream!"

He leaped up, looking down at the bed of red bricks.

He stood there, stunned, until the second alarm went off:

"How can you sleep at your age?"

"You..."

Turn off the ringer, Yang Shou sat on the bed, fiddling with the bundles of money bricks. He quickly came to three conclusions:

First, this wasn't a dream.

Second, the money was real.

Third, he could change the alarm tone later.

At his age, with so much money, why would he sleep at night? He should play chess at the club every day and make the most of his time to nourish his kidneys.

As for where the money came from... Yang Shou thought about it and decided to just go where he wanted to go. The fact that money had found its way into his bed without anyone noticing proved that the situation was beyond his control.

He was a lonely, homebody, a dead pig fearing no boiling water. If anything came up, he'd just wait until he'd spent a few bundles.

Even if the duck flew away, he'd still have to pull a few feathers off it; he couldn't leave nothing behind.

He dressed and got out of bed, bending over to put on his shoes. A quick glance revealed another unexpected discovery.

It turned out the money on the bed was only a small portion.

The bottom of the high-legged bed, once empty, was now crammed to the brim with money.

Yang Shou smoked three cigarettes in a row, slowly calming down.

He rummaged through the drawers, found two suitcases, one large and one small, and began to pack them with money.

It was manual labor, similar to moving and stacking bricks, but these bricks were made of brand-new banknotes.

The large suitcase held about six, seven, or eight million yuan.

The small suitcase was full with about two million yuan.

Yang Shou looked at the remaining two-thirds of the money, shrugged, and dragged the two suitcases out. While waiting for the elevator, neighbor Aunt Wang, leading her little Teddy, also came downstairs. She tilted her head and looked over. "Hey, Xiao Yang, aren't you moving?"

"No, these are my friend's things. I'm delivering them to him."

"Girlfriend? I haven't seen you bring anyone home in six months."

"Ahem, we just met."

Aunt Wang chuckled. "Okay, Xiao Yang, I'm not stupid."

"You don't have a girlfriend. This must be another one of your good friends staying over for a few days, and they just left their luggage there."

"But don't mind my nagging. Look at you, such a handsome guy. It's time for you to find a girlfriend. I heard..."

Yang Shou quickly said, "I'll definitely find one, and I'll find two: one for the day and one for the night. Okay, Auntie, I'm leaving now. You go ahead and get on with your business."

As the elevator opened, he rushed out.

"That kid."

Aunt Wang shook her head, tightened the leash on her hand, and stepped out. She hadn't noticed that before pulling the leash, the Teddy had been quietly crouching at her feet, its head limp and tilted to its side, as if broken. Its eyes, once the color of black beans, were now bloodshot.

When Aunt Wang exited the elevator, the dog suddenly barked cheerfully, stood up, shook itself, and became lively and alert again.

…

"My ordinary life is now a thing of the past."

On this day destined to be unforgettable, Yang Shou hummed a cheerful tune as he entered the bank.

He followed the instructions, collecting his receipt and filling out the forms. However, in the pre-processing section, he placed a check next to the large deposit.

"Please come in!"

The lobby manager suddenly became more welcoming.