Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

New York, Queens.

A young man sat on the edge of a seven-story old building on the street. The gorgeous sunset covered him with a layer of golden clothes. The breeze blew his black hair, revealing a pair of brown eyes.

The sun is setting in the sky, and the bright moon is rising.

Under the cold dim light, a sigh came from the rooftop.

One month.

It has been a full month since I arrived here. Although Hong Fei didn't know why he traveled through time, he finally figured out the bargaining chip he had.

He inherited a lot of the protagonist's abilities from the game "Red Dead Redemption 2: Redemption" that he had just completed before traveling through time, but there were also some changes.

The combination of reality and games gives rise to special abilities with a sense of conflict.

Doing good deeds can improve his physical fitness, and doing "bad things" can increase the special energy in his body.

The only function of that energy is to activate the "Eye of Death".

Eyes of Death: Slows down the passage of time; reduces the damage you take; after aiming at any part of the enemy's body, it will automatically mark it as a target; it also has incidental abilities such as night vision and tracking.

This is all the information Hong Fei currently has.

This summary was not easy to come by. After all, he did not have a system in his mind that could talk nonsense or list data.

"Sir! I'm coming!"

A childish shout from downstairs caught Hong Fei's attention. He looked down and saw that it was a little boy who looked to be only six or seven years old.

Hong Fei made a gesture, then turned and went downstairs.

This building belongs to him.

Strictly speaking, he inherited this from his predecessor, who in turn inherited it from his deceased parents.According to memory, in order to inherit this building, Hong Fei almost had to sell everything to pay the high inheritance tax.

It can be seen that Hong Fei here is not only a yellow-skinned crooked nut, but also has no relatives.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, you will see a dazzling array of books, and even the air is filled with the smell of real books.

Don't get me wrong, Hong Fei doesn't dare to consider himself a scholar.

The real scholar has probably gone to another world to live for him. Thinking that the other person has to face the challenges that come one after another with a gentle soul, Master Hong smiled unkindly.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?"

Lowering his head, the boy held a yellow lunch box tightly in his arms. He blinked at Hong Fei curiously, and there seemed to be a smart light shining in his eyes.

Hong Fei took the lunch box and rubbed his head, "Nothing, Peter, what's the dish today?"

Peter immediately actively named Hong Fei the name of the dish.

Dinner is, of course, prepared by Aunt May, Peter Parker's Aunt May who is already a poor widow.

But don't get me wrong, Hong Fei and Aunt Mei have only met once, but they have a close affinity with the six or seven-year-old Peter.

That was more than half a month ago. In order to test his conjecture, Hong Fei took to the streets to find the target. On the way, Peter drove away a few children who were talking strange things around him.

Children whose parents have died always encounter a few unpleasant classmates on campus.

In addition, Hong Fei's bookstore was on Peter's only way home, and the two of them became familiar with each other over time. Every Friday night, Peter packed a copy of his own dinner and sent it to Hong Fei.Many times, Aunt Mei, as the guardian, also visited the bookstore alone. Hong Fei just pretended that he didn't recognize her.

Sitting behind the counter, Peter watched quietly as Hong Fei swept away all the food, with a joyful smile on his face.

After getting up and cleaning the lunch box, Hong Fei said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"Ok!"

After closing the store door and hanging the sign, the two of them moved forward together. Peter's hand suddenly and quietly slipped into Hong Fei's hand.

Feeling strange, Hong Fei moved his eyebrows, and immediately held Peter's little hand and led him home. Peter shook his head happily, and his steps suddenly became much brisker.

In 10 minutes, the two of them came downstairs.

"Peter, you don't have to come over next week. I may have to go abroad for a while."

Peter asked in surprise: "Sir, where are you going?"

Hong Fei laughed and said, "Go on a trip and it won't matter where you go."

"Oh, okay, I understand." Peter was a little disappointed, "Then, can you tell me when you come back?"

"Of course, don't you pass by the bookstore every day?"

"Yes! I hope you have a safe trip, sir!"

After waving goodbye, Hong Fei watched Peter walk into the elevator. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Aunt Mei in a window in the building.

After returning, there was still some distance from the bookstore, and Hong Fei had already seen some uninvited guests gathering at the door.

As he gradually approached, a young man in a suit and ties, with oily hair and a powdery face, walked out of this group of gangster-looking people.

"Hong Fei, how are you thinking about it?"

The other party's name was Hall, an impetuous young man. Since the day before yesterday, he had been negotiating with Hong Fei as a client of the Fisker Group on the acquisition of the building, including the land.

However, the price he offered was obviously not enough to satisfy Hong Fei. To be precise, Hong Fei had no intention of selling at all.

Seeing Hong Fei's silence, Hall added: "I can increase yesterday's price by another 5%. I brought the agreement and we can sign it tonight. You will see it credited right away, and I can even give it to you." A generous signing fee!”

Hong Fei's reaction was no reaction.

He had made it clear that he had no intention of selling, but Hall turned a deaf ear to this. He thought that Hong Fei was just raising the price, and he might even think that Hong Fei was a little ignorant.

Yesterday Hall came alone, but today he came with a group of gangsters. The threat was clear at a glance.

Hong Fei walked past Hall without stopping, and then walked through the eager crowd. It was not until he took out the key and opened the store door that he turned around and smiled: "Mr. Hall, I heard that you are not a real lawyer yet." ,or……"?

Hong Fei's eyes swept across the group of people behind him, "Would your boss ask for someone more professional?"

"you……"

Before Hall's anger could be vented through words, Hong Fei had already closed the door with a bang.

An African-American with dreadlocks squeezed in front of Hong Fei. He shook the baseball bat in his hand and said eagerly: "Sir, do we want it?"

Hall stared at the closed door and gasped, as if he was going to wave the people around him to rush in at the next moment.

But after experiencing a sharp change in his eyes, he suddenly turned around and got into a sports car on the street and drove away, leaving behind a group of gangsters looking at each other.

In the speeding sports car, Hall clenched the steering wheel with fierce eyes and murmured: "When Mr. Fisk comes back, I will personally throw you into the sea to feed the fish!"

In the store, Master Hong, who had just stretched his strength, suddenly laughed, turned around and took the elevator straight to the top floor.

Of course, he is not the only one who lives in this seven-story building. Except for the bookstore on the first floor and his own residence on the seventh floor, the five middle floors have been converted into housing and rented out.

Turning on the TV, the talk show host shouted in an exaggerated voice: "I seriously suspect that the boss of Maxim magazine was also involved in gambling. Otherwise, why did they find a pair of twin sisters as cover girls last December? He just wanted to Get enough twelve women for Stark within a year! Oh my god, I almost jumped off the building with anger! I heard that there was a pinnacle prize recently and it was in Stark's bag. I have friends who are already in Las Vegas. Si saw him."

Hong Fei lowered the sound of the TV a lot and then walked into the bathroom.

In the past, the seventh floor was the residence of Hong Fei's family, and the six floors below were all bookstores.

Now Hong Fei can hardly imagine how much those parents love reading!

Until their untimely death, Hong Fei, who had sold everything and paid the inheritance tax, had to bite the bullet again and borrow a loan from the bank to renovate the middle five floors in order to recover and survive. From this point of view, he was indeed very courageous.

Such a change was obviously worth it, because it not only allowed him to repay the loan quickly, but also allowed him to live a life that most people in this city could only dream of, just by collecting rent.

Five floors, three rooms on each floor, a total of fifteen rooms, some with one or two bedrooms, and fifteen rents, which is more than some people can earn by working fifteen jobs.

In addition, if the current Hong Fei is not Master Hong, he may have sold the old building and the land to the boss behind Hall.

The price offered by the other party was high, a figure that Hong Fei could not earn even in 100 years of collecting rent.

The reason why it is not sold is not to wait for a price, but because the actual value of the land is higher.

Leaving aside the added value after development and construction, Hong Fei has neither the intention nor the capital to do so now.

but!

What is buried underground cannot be measured in terms of money.

After taking a shower, he returned to the living room and sat down. A rich red glow suddenly appeared in the depths of Hong Fei's dark brown pupils, which was a sign of the activation of the Eye of Death.

The moment his eyes turned crimson, all the noise in his ears disappeared instantly.

In his field of vision, the originally colorful world suddenly faded away from all colors. In the black and white field of vision, the picture being played on the TV began to jump frame by frame.

In addition, he could also see a dense golden air rising through the floor, almost enveloping the entire building.

What's even more amazing is that Hong Fei can occasionally see an illusory miniature dragon soaring among the surging golden air.