Chapter 1: Dog Blood Transmigration

  Wealth, fame, love.

  When these three things were far apart for **Si Nan Wu Qing**, he, who had reached the age of thirty, felt only endless confusion.

  From being laid off three months ago to now, Wuqing has been busy attending various recruitment fairs in the talent market. It's not that he's afraid of being hired and then quitting because of his high education background, but rather that he's looked down upon by high-paying companies. After all these years, he's still just a **silk one**. He's experienced all sorts of coldness and warmth, and has tasted all the bitterness and sourness.

  But that's not all, what's even more infuriating is that after falling asleep on the subway, her handbag was stolen by a scoundrel, and everything inside including her phone, wallet, bank card, ID card, and various certificates were all gone. Wu Qing felt hopeless the moment she woke up!

  It's troublesome to redo these procedures, let alone some things can only be proven once. And realistically, the next meal has no guarantee. Borrowing money from friends and classmates? Honestly, we don't usually keep in touch, so who would lend you money when you suddenly ask?

  How embarrassing! How sad!

  Wu Qing, who had lost his soul, endured the hunger in his stomach and wandered like a walking corpse on the bustling streets of the metropolis. Surrounded by towering skyscrapers, he felt incredibly lonely and desolate, muttering to himself, "Everything is over, it's all over..."

  "Can't you see?!"

  A raven-haired beauty let out a feminine roar and then swung her curly long hair as she strode away.

  Wu Qing didn't react, swaying his body that almost got hit, and let out a snort of laughter "Hmph!" He continued to wander aimlessly, ignoring the crowds, ignoring the traffic flow, but couldn't ignore all obstacles. He was like a drunk man, occasionally letting out a snort of laughter, stumbling and staggering around the concrete buildings, wandering towards the neon lights.

  "Hey kid, you okay?"

  An old man from Wuqing's family supported his almost fallen body, seemingly very concerned.

  Wu Qing's heart moved slightly, but he still ignored him, shook off the old man's hand and continued to wander.

  Red lanterns and green wine bottles adorn the front, the crowd is noisy, and there are countless luxury cars parked beside it. This is a high-end Chinese restaurant.

  Wu Qing pushed aside the obstructing welcoming ladies and security guards, and the waitress reluctantly led him to a small dining table, handing him a menu. At this time, Wu Qing was still filled with despair and indignation in his heart, but he was also being consumed by hunger, wanting to eat his fill before dying, and take a small revenge on the evil capitalism before departing from this world.

  Wu Qing has already made up his mind to die!

  Open the menu, Wu Qing didn't make a sound, using his fingers to carefully select the most expensive dishes, and in one breath, he ordered eighteen courses. The number eighteen has always been a number that Wu Qing liked, because it is homophonic with "going to get rich".

  The waitress was shocked and didn't say a word, quickly took note and turned away, not caring if the man could finish it by himself or not, nor reminding him that this is an extremely shameful waste.

  But in a moment, a big dish came up, braised lion's head, which is a very favorite Huaiyang dish of Wu Qing. At this time, Wu Qing did not have the kind of joyful mood as usual, nor did he care about the waitress's white eyes, and he started eating with chopsticks like a starving mad dog.

  "Hey, want some wine?" asked the little sister.

  "Bring me a bottle of Maotai." Wu Qing said casually.

  When a bottle of Maotai was placed in front of Wu Qing, he didn't say anything either, indicating that Xiaomei should open it and then poured a cup and drank.

  Originally, Maotai was a type of flavor, soy sauce-flavored liquor, and I still can't get used to drinking it. Wu Qing sighed inwardly as he wolfed down the food.

  It was almost the 14th dish when Wu Qing had already eaten his fill, and just as that one pot of braised abalone worth 800 yuan was served, it happened to be the 14th dish. Wu Qing gazed coldly at the abalone shell, and his thoughts suddenly surged up.

  That summer evening, the leader invited everyone to dinner, and in the end, it was also a braised abalone dish. It was that night that he lost his innocence, under the anesthesia of alcohol, he gave himself to an unremarkable woman. The next morning, the woman asked for 300 yuan...

  "Sir, since you've ordered a lot of dishes, our manager wants you to pay first!"

  The voice of the waitress, not particularly sweet, came into his ears and interrupted Wu Qing's thoughts.

  "No money!" Wu Qing felt a bit dizzy, this good wine was indeed different, and he had already become dizzy in just a short while. The self-proclaimed "one catty" man of his usual days was actually getting drunk.

  After a brief pause, the waitress immediately changed her face and turned around to leave. A moment later, the lobby manager appeared in front of Wu Qing with four security guards.

  "Pay up, young man!"

  "No money!"

  "What's wrong with you?"

  As he spoke, a security guard suddenly grabbed Wu Qing's collar, while others held down his arms and waist to prevent him from resisting. Soon, Wu Qing was dragged out of the restaurant and into a nearby alley. Wu Qing knew what was going to happen and, with a desperate heart, cursed loudly: "I'll see if you bastards can kill me!"

  "Damn it, kill him!"

  "Eating plain food, I've never seen anyone so arrogant!"

  "First find his cell phone and call his family!"

  After searching for half a day, the security guard kicked him hard and said: "Manager, this guy doesn't have a single penny on him, not even a mobile phone!"

  The hall manager closed his eyes and said viciously: "Beat him, beat him hard, don't kill him!"

  Next, Wu Qing suffered the most inhumane beating since he grew up, until finally lying on the ground like a puddle of mud. The manager seemed to be unable to bear it, took out his wallet and pulled out a 100-yuan red bill and stuffed it into Wu Qing's pants pocket. Then he left quickly with his men.

  Wu Qing was woken up by a vagrant, his face swollen and painful, his whole body aching as if he had been beaten to pieces. Wu Qing subconsciously patted his pants pocket, knowing it was empty, but still let out a sigh.

  "Are you looking for this?"

  The beggar stretched out a dirty hand, with a red ticket stuck between his fingers. Wu Qing suddenly understood that he had been beaten and got 100 yuan, but what did the beggar mean?

  The beggar smiled and a 100-yuan bill flashed before Wu Qing's eyes, then he took off running and disappeared into the darkness under Wu Qing's gaze.

  Wu Qing couldn't say how sad or desperate he was, at this moment he had no emotions, the whole person seemed empty, so empty that he didn't know if he still existed. He struggled to get up, ignoring the beggar and not thinking about the 100 yuan, nor would he call the police. He walked out of the alley like a ghost.

  Suddenly, the light was dazzling, a sharp screech of brakes, Wu Qing felt himself flying up, that feeling was like a ghost, lightly floating, in the moment when darkness fell, Wu Qing smiled bitterly, originally he was so light, he saw the panicked people on the street; goodbye, my life; goodbye, my dear parents; and goodbye, that woman who had become someone else's wife.

  When Wu Qing came to again, he was lying on a kang, well, let's just call it a kang for now, he had seen it on TV before and knew what it was called. He felt that his body had shrunk, and in his shock, he thought he might have been paralyzed from the neck down, but after careful observation, his body was actually that of a three-year-old child. After thinking about it, he finally had to admit one fact: he had transmigrated in a clichéd way.