It was drizzling in the sky.

Zhang Wei was surrounded by dense people.

The sound of rapid footsteps seemed to be stepping on his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He turned his head and looked at the people wearing German uniforms and carrying rifles. The other party was fiercely pushing some people who were slower.

Someone fell in the mud and was beaten and cursed by them with leather boots.

The civilians around him looked in a panic.

They were driven into the high iron gate.

Inside the iron gate, some people dressed in rags and undressed were working numbly.

From time to time, people fell down and the bodies were buried directly into the pit not far away.

A huge panic occupied his heart.

He heard someone calling his name.

It was his mother, dragged by a group of people.

At this moment, the other party's face changed repeatedly in front of him.

Occasionally it was the white woman with a panic expression, and occasionally it was the grandfather who raised him.

The two faces intertwined and finally became the appearance of grandpa.

"Grandpa is going to be taken away!"

"He'll die there!"

Panic and anger filled his brain.

He tried his best to squeeze in the crowd, but watched the other person get farther and farther away from him.

In the moment of despair, he felt a force surge out of his body.

The iron door that blocked the two of them slowly deformed...

Zhang Wei opened his eyes.

The book in front of me is still open, but a line of words appears on the surface of the book.

[You have the opportunity to buy the "Magneto x gene". Do you have to buy it?]

【whether】

Several people standing not far away saw the abnormal situation here and couldn't help but look at it.

After seeing the words on the book, the quiet book reading room suddenly became noisy.

【Damn!】

【Magneto! How did you do it?】

【I bought it!】

However, Zhang Wei stood still.

The expression on his face was gloomy and sunny, and he was still recalling the scenes before.

On the one hand, he experienced the dark experiences he had been pressing in his heart since he was a child, and on the other hand, he felt the despair and hatred in Magneto's childhood heart that he felt after empathy.

The two are intertwined, and he is sometimes in pain and sometimes in anger, and some are unable to distinguish between reality.

He turned a deaf ear to other people's words.

Just as he looked cold and clenched his fists, and his heart was faintly crazy, his phone suddenly vibrated.

The buzzing sound came one after another.

He took out his cell phone with impatient expression, and his face calmed down a little when he saw the caller.

"Master, is there anything wrong?" He answered the phone.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Wei'er, what do you want to eat when you come back tomorrow? I'll prepare it for you." said the old man.

"I love to eat everything you make." Zhang Wei said softly.

"I learned braised chicken legs when watching TV. I will make them for you tomorrow, and I will also bake them for kang kang buns for you..." the old man said with a smile.

Zhang Wei nodded: "Okay."

"Wei'er." The old man wanted to speak but stopped.

"Master, what else is there?" Zhang Wei asked.

"Today your cousin came to me and said she had a niece who had just graduated from college," the old man tentatively said, "Will you see me when I come back tomorrow?"

Cousin...

Zhang Wei thought about it for a long time before he had some impression.

When I was a child, except for a few neighbors who saw the grandfather and grandson suffering and occasionally helped them, I never met any other relatives.

After he graduated from college and earned money to renovate his leaky house, he gradually gained some relatives.

I only walk around during festivals and the relationship is very weak.

These people were either borrowing money or asking him to help arrange for the army to join the army.

He did not agree, and the relatives did not break off contact.

At least the old man likes it very much.

He subconsciously thought of Wang Yiyi's face.

Even if the other party fiercely asked him "Do you have a girlfriend?", his expression was so cute and charming.

A soft smile flashed across his face.

"Master, there is actually one..." He was confused and didn't know how to talk about the relationship between the two.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man was very kind, "Then can you bring it back tomorrow?"

Zhang Wei was also a little happy when he heard the joy in his tone.

Instead of immediately refusing, he said, "We have known each other for a while, so I'll try to tell you, she doesn't necessarily have time."

"Haha, it's okay," the old man smiled happily. "If you have a girlfriend, you must be kind to others. Our family is poor and you can't take out good things. You can only treat others sincerely..."

Zhang Wei listened silently, and his heart felt warm.

After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of indescribable pleasure in his heart.

Those bad memories have been under his heart, and for many years, sometimes it makes him feel breathless.

Today's empathy with Magneto has inspired those emotions to the extreme.

Fortunately, grandpa's phone call pulled him back from the state of being wrapped in negative emotions.

Disaster is the place where good fortune relies.

After this incident, his accumulated emotions were vented for many years, and his whole body was much more relaxed.

Zhang Wei turned his gaze back to the pages of the book in front of him.

A hint of excitement flashed across his face, and he quickly clicked [Yes].

The line of words slowly disappeared and transformed into a QR code.

Under the envious jealous gaze of several people on the side, he took out his cell phone to scan.

The payment amount pops up immediately on the mobile phone page.

That line of numbers made him feel a little dizzy.

He counted quickly.

Ten zeros.

Two hundred billion!

Zhang Wei was a little stunned.

Although the above told him that there is no upper limit on the funds approved this time, there is so much money...

Selling him a hundred times is far from enough.

When he came in this time, he arranged a card on his WeChat account, and was told that all purchases in the park can be paid directly.

Although he suspected that the credit limit in the card was definitely not enough, he still wanted to try it out with the inadvertent attitude.

He entered the payment password nervously and pressed [OK].

A pop-up window appeared in front of him.

Is it really insufficient?

He thought silently, while looking at it intently.
To be continued...