"Yes, yes, yes... That's right, Ashya has been discharged from the hospital and is in very good health. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Please convey our gratitude... Next month? No problem at all, Ashya will definitely attend the banquet on time. Thank you for taking the time to tell us this news... Goodbye, Lord Yechi."
Ademon was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone with Lord Yechi. He didn't know what the other party said, but he laughed so hard that his wrinkles burst. After hanging up the phone, he immediately clapped his hands excitedly and announced to Han Yan: "Ashiya, His Majesty will hold a banquet at Wenjueton Palace next month, and the palace has also sent you an invitation! Look, what a great honor this is!"
Han Yan was indifferent to this because he was counting a thick stack of unpaid bills at hand. Staring at the numbers on it, which were almost all negative, his brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, almost pinching a fly to death.
Johnny yawned out of boredom: "That old guy Yechi invited Ashya to the banquet? Isn't he here to inform him of his marriage to the Eighth Prince?"
Hearing this, Aedmon sat down at the table and scratched his head in confusion: "He only said that His Majesty wanted to meet Ashya, so he invited him to the banquet. It seems that he didn't say anything else."
Johnny sneered disdainfully: "It's just a trick, who cares about it?"
Han Yan discovered that this nominal younger brother was quite arrogant. He piled the colorful bills neatly into a pile, and his slender and flexible fingertips made a sound similar to shuffling cards when they passed over the edge. Without even looking at it, he accurately calculated a number: "72 bills."
It's 72 bills, not 72 notes.
Han Yan's tone was very calm when he said this, and people could clearly feel that he was not in a very good mood, so much so that Ademon and Johnny subconsciously sat up straight and looked at each other.
Han Yan thought to himself that it was no wonder that the two insects had not starved to death yet. He threw the pile of bills directly on the table. The colorful papers instantly slid down and spread out like an expensive fan. "How much money do you have left at home? Take it all out."
Johnny was delighted when he heard that, but before he could be happy, he heard Han Yan casually say, "Take your treasured game cards and go to a third-class garbage planet to rot and stink."
"Do you want to take it down yourself, or should I help you?"
Johnny was so angry that his teeth were about to break. He slammed the table and asked, "You have a total of 26 limited edition handbags in your cabinet. Why are there only six here? And what about the watches you collected before? They are worth a million star coins!"
This amount of money is not much for a noble family, it can even be said to be very little, but for a family that owes 49.99 million in debt, it is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
Johnny: “…”
Johnny glanced at Han Yan beside him in panic and immediately denied it: "What nonsense are you talking about! Where is the game card?!"
Johnny obviously didn't want to go back to the third-class star with its terrible environment, so he could only turn around and go upstairs crying, and brought down a box of treasured game cards from the room. He felt as if his heart had been hollowed out by a knife, and even breathing was painful.
Ademon was pleased with this and acted like an elder, pointing and saying, "That's right, Johnny. What you should do at your age is study hard instead of playing games all day."
Han Yan was unexpectedly easy to talk to: "Sure."
Ademon poked his head out to look at the pile of things Johnny brought in. He was very dissatisfied with his youngest son "fishing in troubled waters" and frowned, "Where are those limited edition game cards in your room? Thirty thousand star coins each, and there are dozens of them. How come you didn't take any of them?!"
Ademon's family of three had been exiled to a third-class star because they were bankrupt and unable to repay their debts. Strictly speaking, this house and everything in it belonged to the creditor, but for some reason, the royal family suddenly intervened in the matter, and the house and items were returned intact. Even their credit rating was not affected, and they could still use their credit cards for payment.
Johnny was immediately touched by what he said, and stamped his feet in frustration: "Those are limited edition game cards. I collected them for a long time. I can't sell them! I can't sell them!"
Johnny is still young, and the valuable things in his room are just some clothes, shoes and bags. Fortunately, most of them are limited editions and have only been worn a few times.
Perhaps it was because the air pressure around Han Yan was too low, or because the gaze behind the gold-rimmed lenses was too sharp, but Johnny and Admon swallowed hard at the same time, feeling a chill on their backs. They stood up and went upstairs to do as instructed, and soon came down carrying a bunch of messy things.
Han Yan was counting the things on the table, estimating their second-hand value after they were sold. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head, and said three words calmly: "Take it down."
Han Yan continued to fiddle with the stack of bills. The rustling sound continued, adding a hint of gunpowder to the air. "In addition to the rent, utilities, there are also the costs of your meals at various star-rated hotels, as well as the cost of purchasing various high-end clothing, totaling 80,000 star coins."
Johnny is a typical person who doesn't worry about too many lice and doesn't itch when he has too many debts: "What are you afraid of? Neither you nor I have married a female monarch, and we can still receive an imperial subsidy of 30,000 star coins every month."
A'dmon had even less concept of consumption. He used to spend money like water, otherwise he wouldn't have owed so many gambling debts. Eighty thousand star coins were not even enough to buy a pair of shoes for him.
He frowned and added, "Including but not limited to various valuable antiques, jewelry, shoes and bags, as well as real estate, shops, stocks and funds. As long as it is valuable, bring it all out to me."
Ademon panicked when he heard this, and subconsciously wanted to rush forward to cover Johnny's mouth, but it was too late, Han Yan had already heard it.
Han Yanyu didn't hear any movement for a long time. He looked up at Ademon, but saw that he was standing there in a daze, looking at a loss. He raised his hand to adjust his glasses that had slipped off: "Forget it, I'll help you get it."
He pulled out a chair and stood up, turning around and going upstairs. Seeing this, Admon immediately followed him in a hurry, crying: "Ashiya! Ashya! Those are limited edition items! Limited edition!"
Han Yan hummed: "The limited edition is more valuable."
Snapped!
Ademon slapped himself hard in his heart and cried because of his own stupidity: "Ashiya, even if we sell everything in this house, we can't pay off the debt of 40 million star coins. There is no need to sell these things!"
Han Yan still remembered Ademon's bold words in the hospital, and kindly reminded him: "Really? Then you may not be able to die on a first-class star in this life, and can only be buried on a stinky third-class star..."
Ademon subconsciously replied, "Rotten? Stinking?"
Han Yan looked back at him and said with a half-smile, "No, you have to live on a third-class star for more than 150 years before you can rot and stink after you die completely."
Living is much more painful than dying.
Han Yanyu ignored Admon's pale face and shaky figure, and went straight to the second floor rooms, and began to search one by one. He was meticulous and careful, not only accurately found Admon's treasured leather bag and watch, but also found the ten game cards that Johnny "forgot" to hand in and accidentally hid under the mattress.
There were six rooms in total in the corridor. Han Yan searched the first two rooms and walked straight to the third room. He saw that the beds and quilts inside were neatly folded, and most of the clothes in the closet were military uniforms. Before he could do anything, Admon rushed up to stop him and said, "No, this room is not your father's room!"
Han Yan glanced at him and said nothing. He then retracted his steps and walked towards another room.
Although Aadmon is a noble, he has only married a female king and a female maid. They are currently carrying out missions in distant battlefields and their return dates are uncertain, earning military merits to pay off their foolish lord's debts.
In Han Yan's opinion, these two female insects were really unlucky. They were burdened with a huge debt for no reason. However, apart from gambling, Admon didn't have any other bad habits. He should be good to the female king and female servants, otherwise these two female insects would not be willing to help him pay off his debts.
In this world, everyone has their own destiny. They each get what they need and as long as they feel it's a good deal, that's enough. As an outsider, Han Yan has no need to comment on this.
Han Yan passed the rooms of the two female insects and went straight to the room where he lived. Perhaps because of his original body's stupid personality, there were no luxury items in the room. Most of them were toys of all kinds, filling up an entire cabinet.
If they were all sold together, they would probably be worth some money.
Han Yan took a quick look and then turned around and went downstairs to continue sorting out his assets. Before leaving, he left a message to Ademon: "Move all those things down."
Ademon: “?!!!”
Although the Zerg has a second-hand trading website, due to the inherently rough character of the fighting nation, the page is extremely simple. There is no product introduction, no after-sales authenticity service, and even the pictures are taken in a mess, which makes people have no desire to buy.
Merchants like Han Yan like to find loopholes in regulations. No after-sales service means less chance of returns. He found a camera at home, figured out how to use it, and then chose a nice and tidy wall as the background. He put those expensive luxury items on it and took pictures with a serious and meticulous look. Johnny and Ademon stood by and were forced to hold up the lights to illuminate. They had lost their treasures and had become two empty shells without souls. Seeing Han Yan sorting out the items and taking pictures, it was as if he could hear the sound of his heart bleeding.
Admon asked in pain, "Ashiya, when can you marry the Eighth Prince?"
What he actually wanted to ask was, when would Han Yan stop torturing them
Han Yan was sitting in front of his laptop uploading photos, staring intently at the screen: "You'll have to ask the Insect Emperor about this question."
He originally thought that the Eighth Prince Gain was not favored, but now it seems that this is not entirely the case, otherwise the Insect Emperor would have directly issued an edict to grant the marriage instead of having to see him in person before being reassured.
Johnny snorted. He was still a teenager and rebellious at heart. "Why do we have to listen to the Insect Emperor? They want to marry us but we don't. Gain is a poor prince and we are poor nobles. What's the difference?"
Han Yan raised his hand and adjusted his glasses: "Of course it's different."
Johnny was unconvinced: "They are both down and out, what's the difference?"
Han Yan said calmly: "He is a skinny camel that is bigger than a horse, and you are a plucked phoenix that is worse than a chicken."
Johnny: “…”
Han Yan spent almost a whole day taking photos and uploading the products. According to his accurate estimation, if all these things were sold, at least 25 million star coins would be able to be recovered. In this way, they would only have 24.99 million in debt.
"Twenty-five million star coins?!"
Johnny and Ademon opened their mouths in surprise when they heard this. They obviously didn't expect that their things combined were worth so much money.
Han Yan took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose: "It's just an estimate of the value. Not everything can be sold, but it can be used as collateral when necessary."
He opened his eyes after he finished speaking, picked up the remaining Star Cards and loose change on the table, counted them, and said, "The current liquid funds we have are 3,256 Star Coins, of which 500 Star Coins are used to buy express cartons and packaging tapes, leaving 2,756 Star Coins."
Johnny and Ademon counted on their hands and looked surprised: "God of Insects, how can this little money be enough for us to live? We spent it all after ordering takeout five times."
Han Yan remained calm and said, "So before the national subsidy comes in next month, you must cook for yourself at home. The money can also be used to buy some canned food and nutritional supplements, which should be enough to support you until the end of the month."
Johnny was the first to protest: "I don't want to eat those awful tasting canned foods!"
"Okay," Han Yan always had a high tolerance for children: "Then you can go to the third-class star and eat garbage."
Snap!
Johnny had managed to land a fatal blow.
While they were talking, the doorbell rang outside. The robot vacuum cleaner slid under the table and shouted in a cute mechanical voice: "Your delivery has arrived! Your delivery has arrived!"
Johnny immediately glared at Ademon: "You bought things again?!"
Ademon glared back angrily: "Shit! I didn't buy anything. You must have bought a game console online again, right?!"
Johnny retorted, "I didn't!"
Han Yan suddenly said, "I bought it."
After he finished speaking, he ignored Johnny and Ademon's surprised looks, pulled out a chair, stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, signed for the goods with the courier, and brought in eight large express boxes, plus eight freshly baked bills.
Johnny stuttered angrily: "You, you, you... didn't you say that we should save money and not buy things carelessly? What are all these things you bought?!"
Han Yan directly found a knife to open the package, revealing his unscrupulous nature, which made people hate him but helpless: "It's you who want to save money, not me."
He never spends money recklessly.
Johnny gritted his teeth and reminded, "But we already have 72 bills!"
Han Yan directly stuffed the remaining eight bills into his hands: "Just right, let's make it a whole number. Now we have eighty bills."
Johnny was furious.
Ademon walked over and took a look. He found that Han Yan had bought fitness equipment, plus a fist pile that he had ordered online. The shape looked strange. He asked in confusion, "Do you want to work out?"
Han Yan hummed, but did not deny that this body was too weak and needed exercise: "I'll go upstairs first, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
After he finished speaking, he confirmed the integrity of the goods. Without asking Johnny and the others for help, he moved the things back to his room one by one, then closed the door with his backhand, making a slight click.
Seeing this, Johnny turned his head to look at Ademon and said angrily: "Father Xiong, are you not going to take care of him?!"
Ademon thought that buying fitness equipment was nothing, at least it was better than buying a game console. He pushed Johnny away and said irritably, "I don't care about you, damn you. You dude dude, you duped my treasured watch out and I haven't even settled the score with you yet! Don't bother me if you have nothing to do!"
After saying this, he turned around and went upstairs to his room to sleep.
At that time, Han Yan was assembling those fitness equipment in the room. When the toys in the room were cleared out, a large space was added to the living room. In front of a bunch of high-tech equipment, the fist pole ordered online looked really simple and out of place.
Han Yan took off his glasses and put them aside, then tried to practice his boxing. His palms flew and changed among the wooden stakes, and a dull sound was made when he hit. Except for the slight shortcomings in speed and movement, the whole set of movements was smooth and beautiful.
Han Yan grew up in Guwu Village in his previous life. The villagers there, both men and women, practiced martial arts for generations, and even three-year-old children knew some boxing skills. Because of his disability in his right leg, he could only specialize in boxing and palm. In the whole village, except for Asui, no one's boxing skills were better than his.
Thinking of this, Han Yan knocked the wooden stake away with his backhand, and quickly stopped. He frowned unconsciously, not knowing what he was thinking.
Like Han Yan, Asui was an abandoned baby adopted by the village. However, the elder who adopted Han Yan was older, so his generation was also higher. So even though they were only a few years apart in age, Asui had to call Han Yan "Third Grandpa".
When the bus overturned, Asui was also on the bus. Although he was the best martial artist among his peers in Folang Village, it would be extremely difficult for him to survive after falling from a cliff that was 1,600 meters high.
Han Yan was not sure how likely it was that he would be reborn. He could only wait until he had the conditions to do so and then try his best to find Asui's whereabouts. After all, the other party was half his grandson.
There is also a banquet next month.
When Han Yan thought of this, his gray-blue eyes fell into some kind of contemplation. He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that he might meet the legendary Eighth Prince.
(End of this chapter)