“Get this rusted wonton cart out of my alley—a mahjong parlor just paid me triple rent for your damp basement!”
In the narrow, puddle-strewn lane of Old North Alley, fifty-two-year-old slumlord Old Diao (Goodness: 15/100) spat a wad of betel-nut husk onto the cobblestones. He raised his heavy leather boot to kick Grandma Chen’s (Goodness: 98/100) brass-rimmed ancestral soup pot straight toward the open roadside gutter.
Around the dented stainless-steel wonton cart sat three bundled cloth sacks containing six-year-old Little Guo’er’s (Goodness: 100/100) patched winter quilts and schoolbooks. Old Diao and two hired mahjong-parlor thugs (Goodness: 12/100) had just tossed them up from the mildewed half-basement stairwell.
Several elderly neighbors (Goodness: 82–88/100) stood in the drizzle trying to shield the cloth bundles, only for Old Diao to wave a rusted iron crowbar in their faces.
“Stay back, you old paupers!” Old Diao sneered, his greedy eyes gleaming as he kicked the wooden handle of Grandma Chen’s wonton cart. “Old woman Chen went to the hospital yesterday and hasn’t paid next month’s utility surcharge! Brother Hu’s mahjong parlor just paid me six thousand yuan a month in cash to turn her basement into a VIP card room! This blackened copper pot is going into the sewer right now!”
Old Diao swung his boot with full force against the heavy ancestral copper soup pot.
The pot flew toward the filthy stone edge of the open storm drain—
SWISH—CLAMP!
Before the heirloom pot could touch the dirty water, the narrow entrance of Old North Alley darkened completely. Ten gleaming, custom emerald-and-black Rolls-Royce Phantoms and armored executive vans glided bumper-to-bumper into the street, blocking the entire lane from end to end!
Before the lead Rolls-Royce had even come to a full stop, twenty-two-year-old Lin Mo stepped out in a bespoke charcoal-black suit. Moving with the explosive speed of a Rank 1 Mid Martial Artist, he crossed twelve feet of wet cobblestone in a blur and caught the spinning thirty-pound copper soup pot effortlessly with one hand!
Right behind him, thirty-nine car doors slammed open in unison.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Commander Tie Niu (Goodness: 93/100) and thirty-eight six-foot-plus special-forces veterans of the Taichu Righteous Iron Guard marched out in two iron-walled columns. They surrounded Old Diao and his two mahjong-parlor thugs so tightly that not even a stray dog could slip through!
Old Diao froze with his leg still half-raised in the air. He stared in sheer terror from the ten-million-yuan Rolls-Royce Phantom hood ornament to the thirty-nine battle-hardened giants glaring down at him.
“W-Who are you people?!” Old Diao stammered, his crowbar clattering onto the stones as he backed against the peeling brick wall. “Old woman Chen is just a street peddler who sells six-yuan wontons! Why does she have ten Rolls-Royces and forty bodyguards?!”
From the second Rolls-Royce, CEO Su Wan (Goodness: 95/100) helped Grandma Chen (Goodness: 98/100) step out with her flame-orange Hermès tote. Freshly discharged Little Guo’er (Goodness: 100/100) followed in a warm cashmere coat under two large black umbrellas.
Lin Mo gently brushed a speck of dust off the brass rim of the ancestral soup pot and handed it to Tie Niu, who cradled the pot with both hands like a sacred military relic.
“You just asked for a ten-thousand-yuan cleaning fee before throwing Grandma Chen’s pot into the gutter, Old Diao?” Lin Mo asked calmly. His [Pure-Heart Eye] read every line of Old Diao’s 15/100 red parasite log, including twelve illegal high-voltage wire taps and four fire-exit blockages in his basement tenements.
“I... I was just joking with Sister Chen!” Old Diao broke into a cold sweat, forcing an ugly, fawning smile as he bowed toward Grandma Chen. “Sister Chen, I didn’t know your grandson was a billionaire tycoon! Keep the basement as long as you want—I won’t raise the rent a single fen!”
“My Grandma Chen doesn’t live in damp basements anymore,” Lin Mo said deadpan. “And I don’t break legs in back alleys when municipal safety codes can bankrupt you legally. CEO Su, invite the inspectors forward.”
At Su Wan’s wave, three municipal fire-safety and housing enforcement vans pulled up behind the Rolls-Royce convoy. District Fire Inspector Zhao (Goodness: 87/100) stepped forward with an ultrasonic wiring meter and a stack of red condemnation seals.
“Building Owner Diao Fugui!” the Fire Inspector barked sternly after scanning the basement stairwell where the mahjong tables were being wired. “You illegally knocked out a load-bearing partition wall, sealed the secondary fire window, and stole commercial three-phase electricity to run an unlicensed gambling parlor beneath a residential building!”
The Fire Inspector slapped a stamped citation onto Old Diao’s chest. “Pursuant to Municipal Fire Safety Regulations, this basement and all six of your alley rental units are condemned and sealed immediately! Furthermore, you are fined five hundred thousand yuan (`¥500,000.00`) with mandatory restitution of all tenants’ deposits!”
SLAP!
The red condemnation seal was pasted straight across Old Diao’s basement door, while police officers handcuffed the two unlicensed mahjong-parlor thugs on the spot.
“Five... five hundred thousand yuan?!” Old Diao’s knees buckled. He slumped into the puddle beside the gutter, wailing as he realized his four-thousand-yuan extortion had wiped out ten years of slumlord savings!
Lin Mo didn’t spare him another glance. Tie Niu’s veterans carefully loaded Grandma Chen’s wonton cart, wooden rolling pin, and Little Guo’er’s cloth bundles into an executive van.
Before departing, Lin Mo gifted ¥100,000 in neighborhood kindness stipends from the evening banquet fund to the six honest elderly neighbors (Goodness: 82–88/100) who had tried to protect Grandma Chen’s things. He invited them as community guests for the evening, then escorted Grandma Chen and Little Guo’er back into the lead Rolls-Royce.
Twenty minutes later, the ten-car Rolls-Royce convoy glided through the wrought-iron gates of Emerald-Willow Garden, a low-density, sun-drenched residential complex five minutes from Grand Golden-Plume Luxury Plaza.
The cars stopped in front of Building #1: a brand-new, fully furnished three-hundred-square-meter first-floor & second-floor sunlit garden duplex. It featured a private south-facing courtyard planted with osmanthus trees, a heated glass sunroom for Little Guo’er, and a custom herbal warming bath!
Waiting at the courtyard gate with the red-velvet property deed box and a tablet terminal was Su Wan (Goodness: 95/100). Meanwhile, four hundred and eighty honest employees from Grand Golden-Plume Plaza (Goodness: 80–94/100)—already gathered for the evening’s First Taichu Sanctuary Rooftop Banquet at the plaza—watched the live feed on their employee phones in warm anticipation.
“Grandma Chen, Little Guo’er,” Lin Mo said, opening the carved cedar gate of the garden duplex and placing the golden electronic keycard and property deed into Grandma Chen’s hands. “From today on, this sunlit garden duplex is registered 100% in your and Little Guo’er’s names. No damp walls, no leaking roof, and no slumlord will ever knock on your door again.”
Little Guo’er (Goodness: 100/100) gasped in delight as she ran onto the warm wooden deck of the courtyard, where a golden retriever puppy statue and a real wooden swing sat beneath a blooming osmanthus tree.
“Grandma! Look how much sunshine is in my room!” Little Guo’er cheered, her healed little heart beating strong and steady. “The floor is warm under my feet, and there’s a big desk for my crayons!”
Grandma Chen (Goodness: 98/100) looked at the red property deed book bearing her and Little Guo’er’s names. Then she looked into the spotless kitchen, where her polished ancestral copper soup pot had already been set in the center of a marble island. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she clutched Lin Mo’s sleeve.
“Little Mo... first you paid three hundred thousand for Guo’er’s surgery, then you gave me that two-hundred-fifty-thousand-yuan leather bag, and now you bought us a palace with a garden!” Grandma Chen choked out. “How can an old wonton peddler ever accept a house worth millions?!”
“Strictly speaking, Grandma Chen, this duplex is your executive housing package,” Lin Mo said with his signature deadpan warmth.
He tapped his green [Benevolence Charity Card] against Su Wan’s settlement terminal to clear the `¥25,000,000.00` combined expenditure. Eighteen million yuan covered Grandma Chen and Little Guo’er’s fully furnished sunlit garden duplex and lifetime medical-nutrition trust. The remaining seven million yuan—including the one-hundred-thousand-yuan neighborhood kindness stipends—funded the First Taichu Sanctuary Rooftop Banquet & Holiday Gift Packs for all 500 80+ Goodness employees!
“Starting tonight, Grandma Chen, you are officially appointed Chief Canteen & Culinary Director of Taichu Benevolence Group,” Lin Mo added with a grin. “I have five hundred hungry honest workers waiting on the rooftop terrace of Grand Golden-Plume Plaza right now, and none of them trust anyone else’s shrimp wonton recipe.”
Beep—DING!
The instant the ¥25,000,000.00 transaction cleared, a pillar of pure, dazzling golden light erupted inside Lin Mo’s consciousness:
[Ding! Milestone Pure-Heart Sanctuary Settlement & 500-Employee Banquet Verified!]
[Host spent ¥25,000,000.00 RMB gifting Grandma Chen (98/100) and Little Guo'er (100/100) a Garden Duplex & Trust and hosting the First Sanctuary Banquet for 500 Honest Employees (80–98/100)!]
[Supreme Maternal & Pure-Child Gratitude Resonance Achieved: 100% Flawless Rating!]
[Triggering 100x Pure-Heart Cashback Multiplier!]
[+¥2,500,000,000.00 RMB (Two Billion Five Hundred Million Yuan, Tax-Cleared Sovereign Funds) deposited into Host's Personal Vault!]
[+2,500,000 Benevolence Merit Points (BMP) awarded! Total BMP: 21,050,528!]
[Cultivation Breakthrough Triggered: Pure-Heart Benevolence Qi advances Host from Rank 1 Mid Martial to Rank 1 Mid-Peak Martial!]
[Current Personal Liquid Vault Balance: ¥19,062,680,000.50 RMB (Nineteen Billion Sixty-Two Million Six Hundred and Eighty Thousand Yuan)!]
[Good People Network Locked: 525 Verified Beneficiaries & Loyal Allies!]
A warm, fragrant tide of Golden Benevolence Qi—enriched by the collective gratitude of 525 honest souls—surged through Lin Mo’s twelve main meridians. His physical cultivation advanced cleanly to Rank 1 Mid-Peak Martial, pushing his punch force past 1,600 pounds and sharpening his hearing and vision threefold!
Outside the wrought-iron gate of Emerald-Willow Garden, slumlord Old Diao (Goodness: 15/100) had limped all the way from Old North Alley hoping to beg Grandma Chen for mercy. Seeing five hundred Taichu executives and security guards salute Grandma Chen as “Chief Director Chen” before escorting her toward the plaza’s rooftop banquet, Old Diao froze in despair!
“An... an eighteen-million-yuan garden duplex and Chief Director of a nineteen-billion-yuan group?!” Old Diao whimpered. He raised both hands and slapped his own swollen cheeks left and right until his gums bled. “If I had just carried her soup pot up the stairs this morning instead of kicking it, I would have been the landlord of Taichu Group’s Chief Director!”
An hour later, under the warm amber lanterns of Grand Golden-Plume Luxury Plaza’s open-air rooftop garden, five hundred honest clerks, janitors, special-forces veterans, and store directors (Goodness: 80+) gathered at long banquet tables. Together, they raised their glasses of osmanthus wine and bowls of Grandma Chen’s steaming fresh-shrimp wontons in a thunderous toast to Lin Mo, Su Wan (95), and Tie Niu (93).
At the head table, six-year-old Little Guo’er (Goodness: 100/100) trotted over to Lin Mo with both hands hidden shyly behind her back.
“Big Brother Lin!” Little Guo’er beamed, holding up a thick sheet of drawing paper covered in bright, earnest crayon strokes. “I drew our new house, Grandma’s wonton pot, Sister Su Wan, Uncle Bull, and you! And in the middle, I drew a big golden lotus flower to keep Big Brother Lin healthy forever!”
As Lin Mo took the crayon drawing from Little Guo’er’s tiny hands, a miraculous phenomenon occurred that only his [Pure-Heart Eye] could see.
A faint, warm golden lotus phantom flickered behind Little Guo’er’s back and flowed through the crayon paper straight into Lin Mo’s dantian, causing the Golden Benevolence Qi inside him to purr with pure, soothing vitality!
“This is the most valuable piece of art in my entire nineteen-billion-yuan vault, Guo’er,” Lin Mo said softly, ruffling her soft hair as he carefully placed the drawing into his inner suit pocket. “I’ll have it framed on the top floor of our headquarters tomorrow.”
As Little Guo’er hugged his arm, Lin Mo’s phone vibrated with a crimson System alert and a frantic text from Nurse Lin Xiaomei (Goodness: 84/100) at Jiangcheng First Hospital:
[Ding! Emergency High-Purity Medical Distress Alert Detected at Jiangcheng First Hospital!]
“Chairman Lin! Tomorrow morning when you bring Little Guo’er for her post-op checkup, please be careful! Corrupt Deputy Director Sun and Zhao Pharmaceutical Group just cut off the hospital’s real imported oncology and heart recovery drugs! They replaced the entire pharmacy’s supply with ¥18,000-per-box starch capsules, and they are threatening to fire intern nurse Xiao Mei for trying to warn forty dying working-class patients!”
Lin Mo’s eyes narrowed as he looked out over the glittering night skyline of Jiangcheng toward the towering neon sign of Zhao Pharmaceutical Group.
“We already took the Zhaos’ luxury plaza,” Lin Mo said quietly, setting his teacup down as CEO Su Wan and Commander Tie Niu stepped beside him. “Tomorrow morning at the hospital, let’s pull up the root of Zhao Pharmaceutical’s fake-drug empire—and build a hospital of our own.”