Ma Dafu and Ma Xiaoling came with anxious hearts.
The father and daughter had amassed eight thousand points from Ren Gushen.
If this money were really thrown away, it wouldn’t be catastrophic.
But after all, it’s eight thousand, which is not insignificant for Ma Dafu, who needs an anti-aging potion injection every month.
The father and daughter’s motives for entrusting the money to Ren Zhong were different: one for noble reasons, one for personal gain, but now they shared the same unease.
So much so that they didn’t wait for someone to greet them; as soon as the door opened, they quickly stepped inside.
Ren Zhong had just turned off the holographic projection, getting up from the sofa to greet them when Ma Dafu’s large figure flew into the living room, saying straight away, "Mr. Ren, have you seen the recent financial news? Stock crash, sigh, the stock crash is here! The money I gave you... what happened to it? Is there any hope left?"
Ma Xiaoling arrived just as quickly.
She flashed over and grabbed Ren Zhong’s clothes, "Ren Zhong, did you lose money? How much did you lose? Quickly sell off everything, sell it all! At least get some of the principal back for me! My main city is almost gone, waiting for salvation, I need to quickly recruit troops to defend the city! Hurry and pay back the money! I don’t want the eight thousand, just return five thousand to me!"
Don’t be fooled by her short stature, but she is indeed Starfire’s strongest Valkyrie, and her grip is truly astonishing.
Ren Zhong didn’t even have a chance to speak before he found himself quietly lifted off the ground.
But his focus was elsewhere.
Siege and city defense!
Five thousand could recruit troops!
He was even more excited than Ma Xiaoling, grabbing her shoulders with both hands, "Captain Ma, calm down; what did you just say? Your city is about to be destroyed? Where? How many people can you recruit with five thousand? How strong are they?"
Ma Xiaoling blushed, awkwardly letting go, "Well... um..."
Ren Zhong, having regained his footing, continued to ask, "Hurry up and tell me! If you don’t, how can I determine how urgent this money is?"
Beside them, Ma Dafu couldn’t bear it any longer, cleared his throat twice, and said softly, "She’s talking about a simulation management game in Virtual Life; she’s a chairman of a small guild, gearing up for a pay-to-win battle."
After spending so much time with the wastelanders, he had unconsciously ignored that standing opposite him were a Fourth Level Citizen and a Third Level Citizen.
Even though they lived under the same blue sky and the Ma family father and daughter were relatively good people, showing considerable empathy for the wastelanders, their lives were undeniably unimaginable to the wastelanders.
Moreover, though Ma Xiaoling and Ma Dafu were father and daughter, they were ultimately different.
Ma Dafu was willing to give away thirty thousand to help save more wastelanders’ lives.
His daughter Ma Xiaoling, however, was planning to spend the equivalent of feeding a wastelander for fifty thousand days on a game.
This misunderstanding, so distressing and laughable, yet somehow evoked an inexplicable sense of melancholy.
But Ren Zhong quickly adjusted his state of mind, even covertly suppressing his discontent with Ma Xiaoling.
Because he knew, perhaps Ma Xiaoling could not be entirely blamed.
This was the typical demeanor of a normal citizen on Source Star.
He straightened his clothes, smiled, and pointed to a pair of small sofas across from the tea table, "Mayor Ma, Captain Ma, please have a seat. Enjoy a cup of tea. Let’s discuss this slowly."
Ma Dafu had just sat down and picked up the teacup, "Oh, it’s warm. How long has it been brewed?"
He looked at Ren Zhong with a puzzled expression.
Ren Zhong met his gaze with a knowing smile.
The communication between intelligent people is so bland, dry, and simple.
The turbulent feelings in Ma Dafu’s heart surprisingly calmed down in an instant.
It turned out Mr. Ren knew, he was fully aware.
This time, it’s secure.
Ma Xiaoling, on the other hand, drank the slightly hot tea in one gulp like a cow chewing peony and spat out a tea leaf to the side.
"Ren Zhong, stop beating around the bush. Just tell me how much we lost exactly. I’m so anxious. I watched the financial news with my dad this afternoon, and boy, it was frightening. At least give me back a bit of the principal, okay? Otherwise, my fists aren’t just for..."
"Ma Xiaoling, don’t be . Mr. Ren is confident." Ma Dafu leaned forward a bit, "Mr. Ren, since you knew we would come, you must have prepared something. Give us some reassuring certainty."
Ma Xiaoling looked at her father in confusion, "Dad, what are you talking about? Didn’t we just see Ren Zhong heading here on the central monitor and decide to come over at night? How could he possibly know?"
Ma Dafu covered his face in distress.