Roland's father didn't want Roland to play any games, even if they were very profitable, and he didn't want his son to waste too much time on them.
The real time to work in life was about twenty years after graduation, and the first few years were especially important. If he didn't work hard, it would be better to become a civil servant.
But he couldn't lecture him now. With the 7.2 million now, Roland's current bank account now had almost ten million dollars in total.
And he had promised before that as long as Roland could make enough money in the stipulated time, he would no longer care whether he played games or not.
As a result, in just half a year or so, Roland had made several times the original target, and in a fraction of the time. If it was only a few hundred thousand or a million, he could still reprimand him.
But now it was almost ten million.
Could playing games really make money like this?
Had he fallen behind the times?
Roland's father was very confused now.
Roland's mother, on the other hand, quickly recovered from her daze. She looked at the bank card on the table and asked somewhat excitedly, "Ah Ming, should we go to the suburbs and buy some land? I heard that we still have to develop south in the future. Let's take a piece of land while it's not expensive yet."
Ah Ming was Roland's father.
At this time, Roland had already left the room. He left the bank card and told his parents the password.
Almost ten million dollars was indeed a lot, but Roland wasn't very interested in it anymore. Besides, he would still receive a steady stream of gold coins in the game, and as long as the price of gold didn't drop, he would still have a lot of money. This game had its own economic system. Gold coins were precious metals and were limited. They weren't paper money that could be printed indefinitely. Gold coins were one of the three most important currencies in the game. Even if the exchange rate fluctuated, it wouldn't be too low.
Unless the game was shut down.
This was the problem that all friends who played games to make money were most afraid of.
Roland's father thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll ask a friend in the Land Construction Bureau to see if there's any inside information or something."
Since their son had handed over the bank card, it was a sign of trust in the two elders.
They naturally had to consider their son's future.
No matter when, if there was a piece of land, even if there was no money in the future, they could still build a home on it.
Small cities were different from big cities. There were still many pieces of land auctioned in the suburbs that could be used as private residential land.
Roland went to the saber arts club the next day. It was a cloudy day. Roland was writing breakfast in the small kitchen as usual, and Night Tide Sands was cooking on the side with her back to Roland.
She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, the kind that covered her buttocks. All of a sudden, her figure was fully displayed.
Just by looking at her back, she gave off a feeling of youthful vigor and slender beauty.
In addition, Night Tide Sands had been doing housework, which also gave her the temperament of a good wife and mother.
As expected … she was very suitable to be a wife.
Roland glanced at Night Tide Sands blankly, and Night Tide Sands seemed to sense something and turned back to look at Roland, saying with some surprise, "Why do you have a weird look in your eyes?"
"No, I just suddenly feel that you seem to be a very virtuous woman."
"Tsk!"
Night Tide Sands rolled her eyes at Roland grumpily, then turned around and continued with her emotional work, but the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and her eyes were much brighter.
After a delicious breakfast, Roland came to the greenhouse.
Qi Shaoqiu was smoking happily with a Jia Tianxia cigarette in his mouth, while Roland sat to the side, looking up in a daze.
At this time, Li Lin and the others hadn't arrived yet, so the place seemed very empty.
"Young man, I think you seem to have something on your mind." Qi Shaoqiu sat next to Roland.
Roland thought for a moment, then said, "I suddenly found that Night Tide Sands is very suitable to be a wife. I was wondering if I would get beaten up by you if I pursued her."
Qi Shaoqiu looked at him quietly, without any expression.
Roland felt a little guilty. Telling someone else that he wanted to hit on his sister was something that would happen to most people.
After staring at Roland with ugly dead fish eyes for a while, Qi Shaoqiu stood up and said disdainfully, "You're the most idiotic person I've ever met."
Roland sighed.
Returning home in the evening, after dinner, Roland practiced the Taoist Bedroom Technique and meditated until around nine-thirty, then took a shower and lay down in the virtual game cabin.
Roland continued his original game life, staying in the laboratory to optimize the Spell Puppet's abilities, and when he was tired, he went to teach the magic apprentices basic theoretical knowledge of spellcasting.
Days passed by, and there were almost no changes.
Another fourteen days or so passed.
A special guest came to the Magic Tower.
The famous "postman" on the forum came to the Magic Tower and brought a letter to Roland.
The postman looked travel-worn, and he was a little excited to see Roland. He held Roland's hand with both hands and said rather happily, "Great God Roland, I've always admired you, and now I finally see you in person."
"I admire you even more." Roland smiled. "There's actually a letter for me, is it from Kaka Bard?"
Speaking of letters, the postman's expression immediately became serious. He placed a white letter in front of Roland. "You should read this letter now."
Roland was a little surprised by the change in the postman's expression, and he opened the envelope as he was told.
Inside was a piece of white paper filled with words, not parchment.
Such white paper was quite expensive.
The words were scribbled, even a little messy, and it could be seen that the person who wrote this letter must have been quite confused at this time.
"My friend Roland, by the time you read this letter, I'm sure to be dead."
Roland's brows immediately furrowed.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you the" reward. " The day before yesterday, the queen pointed at me and said that it was I who abducted her and violated her. Even though I found an alibi, everyone believed it, and no one spoke up for me, including the general chairman who used to think highly of me. The royal family has decided that I will be hanged in a day and burned at the stake at the same time. "
"I'm under house arrest in the manor, waiting for my execution tomorrow. Fortunately, the postman delivered a letter to the manor, so I asked him to bring you a letter. Please forgive me for unilaterally tearing up our previous verbal contract. Now that I think about it, there were signs before, but I was too naive to think of this. Politics is really dirty. "
"Now I don't know what to say, I don't want to …"
There was a passage here that was covered by heavy black stains.
"Anyway, meeting you and being friends with you is the happiest thing in my life."
That was the end of the letter.
Roland grabbed the letter hard with his right hand and crumpled it into a ball.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I'm not quite sure either." The postman shook his head. "I was passing by the manor when this employer stopped me. He made me wait for half an hour and gave me a letter to deliver to you. "
After a pause, the postman continued, "By the way, I watched the employer being hanged and then burned at the stake. He shouted before he died that someone would avenge him. The person who did this to him will soon be punished. "
Roland clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.
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