It had been raining heavily since early morning.
Peng Hao and Zhang Xiao were engaged in close-quarters combat training inside the indoor fighting room…
Meanwhile, Morris, who had signed an employment contract with Lu Li, was working in a nearly 100-square-meter room filled with over a dozen computers.
His complexion was rosy, and his hands were continuously tapping on the keyboard…
From time to time, Morris would pause, leisurely sip his coffee, and exhale deeply.
He was enjoying his current life—no pain, a healthy body, and even the possibility of immortality if he contributed enough!
"What a wonderful day."
"Praise my master, praise Mr. Lu!"
Morris used to be a Christian, but God couldn't save him. So he changed his faith. Now, he believed only in Lu Li.
He saw Lu Li as the one true god in this world.
Morris was currently working on two main tasks assigned to him by Lu Li.
The first was to build a global talent database, with special tags for those who were physically weak or had family members who were ill or near death.
The second was to compile global rankings based on age, wealth, and physical condition—lists of the rich and powerful.
The third was to develop a new chat software with strong privacy features.
These tasks were all exceedingly easy for Morris.
…
In the afternoon.
Lu Li wore a black trench coat, black boots, and held a long-handled umbrella as he strolled down the corridor at a steady pace.
His footsteps echoed rhythmically in the hallway.
Passing by Morris's room, he glanced inside and saw the blond youth tapping away at his computer.
He paused for a moment, lost in thought.
The computers in front of Morris, after all, were limiting his potential.
If he had access to a matching supercomputer, then Robert Tapan Morris could very well become a ruler of the internet world.
A top-tier mainframe—a true supercomputer—would cost tens of billions in Republic currency.
Lu Li took note of it, convinced that the future "The Immortality Club" would definitely need one.
He continued walking…
At the end of the corridor was the fighting room.
Lu Li stopped again. Inside, Peng Hao was now capable of going toe-to-toe with Zhang Xiao.
According to Zhang Xiao, the next step would be firearm training.
However, for that, they'd need to go to a proper shooting range. There were no firearms or weapons in the old building.
After surveying the place, Lu Li nodded with satisfaction. Everything was progressing just as he had planned…
Next, he was preparing to go out.
Because just moments ago, he received a call from an old acquaintance.
Lu Li walked to the entrance, glanced at the drizzle outside, opened his umbrella, and stepped into the rain.
Raindrops struck the umbrella surface, forming a curtain of water that fell before Lu Li's eyes.
The meeting place was a cafe not far from Guanghua University. Lu Li decided to walk there.
About ten minutes later, Lu Li spotted the designated cafe across the street.
He stepped onto the sidewalk and quietly waited for the light to turn green.
Standing on the pedestrian path, Lu Li could already see the uneasy young man seated by the floor-to-ceiling window inside the cafe.
Beneath the black umbrella, the corners of Lu Li's lips lifted slightly.
He stepped onto the curb and stopped in front of the cafe door.
Looking up at the gloomy sky and the relentless rain, Lu Li gave his umbrella a shake, sending crystalline droplets splashing to the ground.
He closed the umbrella…
And pushed open the glass door of the cafe. A soft "ding-ling-ling" sounded as the bell beside the door rang.
He placed his umbrella to the side.
As he walked in, the young man by the window spotted Lu Li and stood up abruptly, his expression a mixture of fear and excitement.
Lu Li raised his hand gently with a slight smile, signaling him not to panic.
He approached the bar and looked at the young barista, speaking in a magnetic voice:
"Hello, I'll have a latte, hot please."
"Thank you."
Lu Li took out his wallet, ready to pay, but the young man by the window had already hurried over, holding a red banknote.
Lu Li glanced at him and gently pushed his arm aside, handing fifty yuan to the barista himself.
Taking the change, he walked to the table with the young man.
"Long time no see, Mr. Zheng."
Lu Li discreetly observed the young man—his inner sweater was Dior, his coat was Versace, and the watch on his left wrist was an Omega mechanical model.
All in all, the outfit was worth about 80,000 yuan.
Lu Li withdrew from his thoughts, a warm smile on his face as he greeted him.
This young man was none other than Lu Li's very first client, Zheng Bowen, who had reached out to him again today.
"You still have a full sixty-four years left, Mr. Zheng. So, how many years are you planning to trade with me this time?"
After the coffee was served and the waiter had left, Lu Li took a sip and asked directly.
After a brief pause, he added:
"Since this is your second transaction with me, you are no longer bound by the time restriction. In other words, you may now choose to sell me any amount of time you wish."
"Congratulations, Mr. Zheng."
Upon hearing this, joy flashed across Zheng Bowen's face, but was soon replaced by hesitation.
"Wenwen said she wants us to have a car… that way, we could go to more places together…"
"There are so many places we still want to see… the old streets, the beach, Korea, Japan…"
Zheng Bowen murmured to himself.
After a while, he suddenly looked up at Lu Li and said, "You said I still have sixty-four years left, so I'll just take a fraction—sell fo…"
"No, let's round it off!"
"Five years!"
"Five years it is!"
"I'll never come to you again after this!"
Zheng Bowen was nervous, rambling, his fists clenched tightly as he spoke in rapid succession.
Lu Li responded with a bright smile.
"All right!"
"Five years it is!"
He pulled out a "Time Acquisition Contract," filled in the necessary information, and handed it to Zheng Bowen.
Without even reading it, Zheng Bowen eagerly signed his name the moment he got the pen.
Lu Li smiled, retrieved the pen, and put away the contract.
Then he transferred a total of 1.5 million Republic yuan into Zheng Bowen's bank account…
He reached out and made a grasping motion in the air in front of Zheng Bowen's forehead.
A lock of hair above Zheng Bowen's brow instantly turned pale and withered…
Seeing the bank notification of the transfer, Zheng Bowen's face lit up. He stood, but suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Shaking his head, he quickly bid farewell to Lu Li and left with his head down.
Lu Li remained seated, stirring his coffee gently with a spoon, then took another sip. His gaze followed Zheng Bowen's retreating figure as it disappeared into the distance…
Having been captivated by unearned wealth, how could he possibly stop now?
Five years?
That's nowhere near enough.
Lu Li's lips curled upward, already wondering how many years this Mr. Zheng would eventually trade away—and how many he would be left with…
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