OFR – Chapter 41 Mu Bai

When Mu Bai finally signed the contract and swiped his card for payment, the sales clerks around him were all astonished.

Even Jiang Wenwen, staring at the clean-cut young man, couldn’t find the words to say. 

Eighteen or nineteen years old—typically an age when someone would still be in school, immature and inexperienced—how could he so casually and effortlessly produce millions of yuan? 

Even the wealthiest of second-generation rich kids wouldn’t be given a few million as pocket money at that age, no matter how indulgent their parents might be. 

After all, very few wealthy people are fools. They wouldn’t spoil their children endlessly without limits. 

So what did this young man do for a living to have so much money?

At that moment, sunlight slanted through the window. 

Standing with his back to the light, Mu Bai’s somewhat slender figure appeared tall, proportionate, and even a little mysterious in the glow of the sun. 

“You can handle the property taxes and all the miscellaneous formalities. The money has already been paid,” he said. 

“Yes, yes, I understand,” Jiang Wenwen quickly nodded in agreement. But thinking back to the shift in how she’d addressed him earlier, she wanted to apologize. Before she could, however, Mu Bai had already picked up the house keys and contract.

“Goodbye.”

With that, Mu Bai turned and left.

After he was gone, the saleswomen who had laughed earlier were now whispering among themselves in shock, watching Mu Bai’s retreating figure with amazement.

…

At 3 PM, after leaving Jiang Wenwen’s office, Mu Bai rented a car and went to retrieve his daily essentials and clothing from the basement apartment he had been living in. 

The new apartment had gathered some dust from being unoccupied for a while, so once he moved in, Mu Bai started cleaning up. 

While cleaning, he tested the furniture and found that it was all high-quality. The air conditioner, sofa, refrigerator, and the large TV in the living room were all top-notch, showing that the previous owner had put a lot of thought into selecting the furnishings.

By the time he finished cleaning, it was past 6 PM, and Mu Bai, feeling a bit hungry, ordered some takeout online.

Just after placing the order, his phone chimed with a new message. 

Mu Bai checked the message—it was from Jiang Wenwen. The message informed him that all the post-purchase formalities had been taken care of. 

He replied briefly with a single “Mm.”

Then, he glanced at his bank balance, noticing that there was still over 3.8 million yuan left. 

3.8 million—before obtaining the Virtual Tycoon System, this would have been an astronomical amount for Mu Bai. 

But now, with the system in place, money was slowly starting to feel more like mere numbers to him.

As he pondered this, Mu Bai headed to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, his takeout had arrived.

He accepted the food, then settled on the living room sofa, eating while casually watching TV. 

It was 7 PM, and most channels weren’t airing anything particularly interesting, so Mu Bai switched to an entertainment news channel.

However, one news segment made him chuckle bitterly.

“Recently, on a certain live-streaming platform, a user spent a million yuan to ‘bomb’ a popular streamer off-air. The incident quickly went viral online, sparking mixed reactions from netizens. Let’s take a look at some of the comments…”

“Spending a million? Obviously a publicity stunt.”

“Stunt? Are you serious? Who’d be bold enough to spend a million yuan as a joke? It’s not like the platform is sabotaging its own streamers. That’s ridiculous!”

“I still remember those four words: ‘Learn to be humble!'”

“The world is so unfair. I could work my entire life and never earn a million, while someone else can just throw it away on a whim.”

“The internet is full of hostility these days. And live-streaming platforms are a breeding ground for it. Those big-name streamers on platforms like Kuaishou are even worse. I think there needs to be stricter regulation of these platforms.”

“I can’t even imagine someone spending a million yuan just for the sake of an argument. It really shows how poor I am…”

…

Sitting on his sofa, Mu Bai watched this news segment with a wry smile, unsure how to react.

He hadn’t expected his actions on the platform a few days ago to end up on the entertainment news. 

Realizing this, Mu Bai decided it was best to lay low for a few days and avoid visiting the platform to watch Wang Yuwei’s streams. After all, he was currently under the spotlight, and it wouldn’t hurt to keep a low profile for a while.

After finishing his meal, Mu Bai entered the “Miracle Space” to check on the seedlings he’d planted. They seemed to be growing well, showing signs of new vitality. In another day or two, they should be fully rooted.

Once satisfied, he remembered that he hadn’t done his daily sign-in, so he quickly took care of that and checked his system stats.

Host: Mu Bai.

Miracle Space Level: 2, with four planting and breeding slots, and a time flow rate twenty times faster than the outside world.

Network Currency: 136.

Warehouse: 91 Basic Growth Cards, one Platinum Arowana, three Rare Plants, one drop of Miracle Stream Water.

Planting/Breeding Slots: No plants or animals.

Private Garden: Seedling.

After reviewing everything, Mu Bai realized there wasn’t much else to do, so with a thought, he exited the Miracle Space. 

By now, it was nearly 8 PM, and outside, the sky had gone pitch black. 

Mu Bai locked the front door and went back to his bedroom.

After drawing the curtains and turning on the light, he lay down on the soft bed.

Not feeling sleepy yet, he opened QQ and browsed his friends’ status updates.

No one had tagged him this time, and most of the updates were the usual—people showing off their relationships, posting melancholic quotes, or flaunting their red envelopes and photos.

After a quick glance, Mu Bai closed the feed and opened the Group Assistant feature.

Mu Bai was in over thirty QQ groups, many of which were quite active, and now that it was evening, the activity was even higher.

Just as he was about to casually click into a group, a system notification suddenly popped up.

“Ding! The system has detected that the host is still single. A random mission, ‘100% Online Romance,’ has been triggered. The host is required to engage in an online romance with a girl whose attractiveness rating is at least 80. The host must publicly show affection at least ten times in QQ groups or status updates. Completing the mission will unlock network coins. The mission has a seven-day deadline.”

“Huh? What…”

Mu Bai stared at the floating words, dumbfounded. He had never expected the system to issue such a random mission.

Online romance? Mu Bai had never done that. In fact, aside from a brief, ambiguous flirtation with Wang Yuwei in middle school, he had never been in a relationship.

Honestly, he was a bit of a failure in that department.

“And her attractiveness has to be at least 80? Where am I supposed to find such a good-looking girl?” Mu Bai muttered, feeling both amused and a bit stressed.

But just as he was racking his brain for potential candidates, someone sent him a private message on QQ.

“Beep beep!”

It was Qian Yiwen: “Hey, High-and-Mighty Mu, are you there? I finally got my manuscript fee, so here’s your 10,000 yuan back. I’m tired of you acting all cold and superior, like I owe you something. Once I repay you, we’re done. Delete me from your contacts!”