Chapter 1

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Zhao Xinyu, you have hauled forty-two loads of soil today, at three yuan per load, that's one hundred and twenty-six yuan. Count it," a middle-aged man said, looking at a young man about 1.75 meters tall with a slightly yellowish face and a body as thin as a bamboo pole, his eyes full of pity.

Zhao Xinyu wiped his hands on his dirty work clothes, took the stack of money with both hands, and a faint smile appeared on his tired face as he looked at the money.

"Thank you, Uncle Li. I'll come earlier tomorrow."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Zhao Xinyu, you're too thin. You're not earning little in a month, and I hear you also deliver food at night and courier packages on holidays. What are you doing...?"

A bitter expression instantly appeared on Zhao Xinyu's face, "Uncle Li, Grandpa worked himself sick to support my education, and we still owe a lot of money. I'm grown up now, I can't let Grandpa keep working hard."

"You can't work so hard either. What will Grandpa do if you collapse?"

"I'm still young, I'll be fine. Uncle Li, I'm leaving now." As he spoke, Zhao Xinyu quickly left.

At the temporary water station on the construction site, Zhao Xinyu pulled the hose to a corner, took off his clothes, and took a cold shower. Then, he put on a pair of faded but clean jeans from an old backpack and quickly went to the shed to get his motorcycle, which he bought for five hundred yuan to deliver food.

As he put on his helmet and took out his phone, which cost about seven or eight hundred yuan, and turned it on, he was about to open the food delivery app when a number appeared on the screen—Little Brother.

Seeing the caller ID, the smile on Zhao Xinyu's face instantly disappeared. He sighed and answered the call.

"Zhao Xinyu, what's going on? Where's my living expenses for this month? Are you trying to starve me?"

Zhao Xinyu's eyes narrowed, "Xiao Xing, I did promise to give you living expenses every month. I sent you one thousand five hundred yuan last week. You've already used up this month's expenses."

"I don't care. If you don't give me the money, I'll go to Grandpa. He can support a foster child like you through college, he can't just ignore his own flesh and blood."

Zhao Xinyu's expression stiffened, "Xiao Xing, don't go to Grandpa. I'll find a way."

"By tomorrow at the latest."

After hanging up, Zhao Xinyu's face was full of helplessness. He knew that both he and Zhao Xinxing were orphans adopted by Grandpa, but to take care of Zhao Xinxing's feelings, he always said he was adopted, while Zhao Xinxing used this to threaten him. To avoid making Grandpa suffer, Zhao Xinyu could only work hard to meet Zhao Xinxing's demands.

Sighing, he opened the food delivery app, and the next moment, an order came in. Thinking about the living expenses he had to give Zhao Xinxing tomorrow, Zhao Xinyu accepted the order without looking at it.

After accepting the order, Zhao Xinyu took a closer look and shook his head. The delivery location was at least twenty kilometers away. This order would definitely delay him, and if the customer gave him a bad review, he wouldn't earn enough to make up for it in two days.

Zhao Xinyu took out his phone and called the customer. To his surprise, the customer agreed not to give him a bad review but asked him to pick up a package on the way.

He quickly picked up the food and, following the instructions, got a plain canvas backpack at the specified location. Without asking any questions, he rode away.

"Old Seven, the guy has the goods. Be ready to receive them."

At a crossroads, a van without a license plate was parked. A man put away his phone and said softly, "The goods are on the way. Prepare to receive them. Do it cleanly."

After getting out of the car, the man watched the van drive away and sighed. Another poor soul, I'll just consider this as cleaning up a useless waste from the world.

Although the customer promised not to give him a bad review, Zhao Xinyu was still anxious. As he rode through a dark section of the road, a sudden flash of light appeared. Zhao Xinyu instinctively ducked, and then a loud bang. He felt a heavy impact on his back, and his mind went blank as he lost consciousness.

When his body hit the ground, the backpack hanging around his neck was soaked in blood. A faint, colorful light flashed, and the previously bulging backpack seemed to deflate.

The next moment, the lights of a van came on, and two men with flashlights, masks, and hats approached from a distance.

When they reached Zhao Xinyu, who was covered in blood, they ignored whether he was alive or dead and immediately flipped him over to take the backpack hanging from his body.

"Stop!" Several lights flashed, and uniformed police officers appeared.

"Run, it's a trap!"

"Old Seven, something's wrong. Huagou and the others have been caught."

That night, the Pengcheng police issued a statement, announcing the successful resolution of a major case. The criminals used food delivery services, taking advantage of the fact that delivery drivers never checked the contents of the backpacks to transport cultural relics. To prevent discovery, they staged accidents to take the relics. In the past month, twelve delivery drivers had died, but fortunately, this time the driver, though severely injured, did not die.

In the intensive care unit of the First People's Hospital of Pengcheng, a man wrapped like a mummy lay on the bed, with only his nose and eyes exposed.

Outside the ward, a young man and two middle-aged men were discussing something. "What happened to Zhao Xinyu? Why is he like this?"

The middle-aged man frowned, "Who are you to Zhao Xinyu?"

"I'm his college classmate, Pang Mingyuan. His family isn't well-off, and he delivers food at night to earn a living. He didn't come back last night, and I just heard from classmates. What happened to him?"

"He had an accident."

"Can I go in and see him?"

"He's in a coma. The doctor said the chances of him waking up are almost zero. It won't do any good for you to go in."

The young man's face changed dramatically. He climbed to the door and looked through the window at the bed where Zhao Xinyu lay, wrapped like a mummy, tears welling up in his eyes.

A week later, Pang Mingyuan received a message. Zhao Xinyu, who had been declared dead by the doctors, suddenly woke up. As his best friend, Pang Mingyuan rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard the news.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw a young man about 1.78 meters tall, wearing flashy, casual clothes.

"What do you mean? Zhao Xinyu is my brother, and the compensation should go to me."

Pang Mingyuan's eyes flashed with anger as he looked at the claims officer sent by the food delivery company.

"What's going on?"

At that moment, a weak voice came from the ward, "Mingyuan, call Manager Zhao in. I have something to say to him."

In the ward, Zhao Xinyu was still wrapped like a mummy, but the bandages on his face had been removed, revealing a network of scars that made Pang Mingyuan's face change.

"Zhao Xinyu, are you still letting me go to school? You promised to give me money, but you're lying here pretending to be dead."

Pang Mingyuan's face changed, and he grabbed Zhao Xinxing, "Are you still Zhao Xinyu's brother? Your brother is like this, and you're still talking nonsense. Come out here with me."

"Mingyuan, let go of him."

Zhao Xinyu then looked at Manager Zhao, who had come in, "Manager Zhao, how much is the compensation?"

"The compensation is thirty-six thousand yuan. The company also heard about your situation and added twenty thousand yuan as humanitarian aid."

"Mingyuan, how much have my medical expenses been so far?"

"You are the victim, and the police have covered all your medical expenses."

"Manager Zhao, give Zhao Xinxing fifty thousand yuan."

Zhao Xinxing's eyes lit up, "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?" At this point, he didn't even look at Zhao Xinyu.

"Zhao Xinxing, this is all the tuition for your future education. I can't help you anymore in my current state. If you dare to harm Grandpa, you'll have to face the consequences." As he said this, a fierce light flashed in Zhao Xinyu's weak eyes, and Zhao Xinxing took a few steps back.

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