"Ding, starting the lottery draw!"
"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining 32 milk tea recipes!"
Immediately, 32 milk tea concoction methods appeared in Gao Yan's mind.
"This is good!"
Gao Yan was quite satisfied with these milk tea recipes.
The hot pot base recipe could only be sold.
But with the milk tea recipes, he could open a milk tea shop.
"Right, the system also rewarded 5 free attribute points."
Thinking of this, he brought up the system interface.
God-tier Profit System: Level 2
Host: Gao Yan
Age: 20 years
Height: 178 cm
Appearance: 67
Wealth: 50,2003 yuan
Physique: 70
Spirit: 72
Charm: 55
Profit Rebate Multiplier: 2x
Lottery Draw: None
Experience: None
Stored Funds: 500,000 yuan (Pending Collection)
Free Attribute Points: 5 points
Gao Yan noticed that there was a plus sign next to the numbers for appearance, physique, and spirit.
Clearly, he could allocate the 5 free attribute points to any of these.
After a slight hesitation, Gao Yan allocated all 5 points to physique in one go.
Instantly, he felt a warm current spread throughout his body.
It took a full thirty seconds to dissipate.
Afterward, Gao Yan felt extraordinarily energetic, and his once soft abdomen now sported a few abs.
At the same time, his snug underwear became tight.
After a while, Gao Yan returned to normal.
Thinking about the 500,000 yuan stored in the system, he asked, "System, will there be any issues with the funds you return entering my account?"
With only half a million, no one would investigate him.
But if the amount of returned funds increased in the future, someone would definitely look into him.
System: "Host, rest assured, the returned funds are deposited into a futures account registered in your name, and all taxes have been paid. There will be no issues."
"That's good."
Hearing this from the system, Gao Yan felt relieved.
Just then, the phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID on the screen, Gao Yan frowned and answered the call, only to hear a commanding voice: "Gao Yan, transfer 1,000 yuan to me immediately, I need it urgently!"
The person asking for money was his brother, Gao Lang.
Originally, Gao Yan was an orphan, adopted at the age of two by foster parents who couldn't have children.
Initially, the foster parents treated him very well, like their own son.
Unexpectedly, when he was four, the foster mother's infertility was cured, and she successfully became pregnant with Gao Lang.
Later, his brother Gao Lang was born.
Naturally, the foster parents poured all their affection into their biological son.
Gao Yan's status in the family plummeted.
As the two brothers grew up, the more outstanding Gao Yan became, the more uncomfortable the foster mother felt, and the more displeased she was with him.
Her attitude towards Gao Yan, the adopted son, worsened.
However, Gao Yan didn't hold a grudge against them for this.
Although his foster parents' attitude towards him was poor, they at least provided for his basic needs and sent him to college.
But his brother Gao Lang was particularly hostile towards him.
In short, it was jealousy.
From elementary to high school, Gao Yan's grades were excellent, always in the top three in exams. If he hadn't caught a cold and fever during the college entrance examination, affecting his performance, he would have surely gotten into a Project 211 or Ivy League university.
But Gao Lang was different.
He consistently ranked at the bottom of his class in exams.
Gao Yan tried to improve their relationship, but unfortunately, Gao Lang was unappreciative and often mocked him, calling him fake.
This wasn't the first time Gao Lang asked him for money.
In fact, his foster parents didn't give him much allowance, only 400 yuan a month.
That amount was enough to eat in the school cafeteria, but not for anything better.
So, from his freshman year, Gao Yan started doing part-time jobs outside.
By the second half of his sophomore year, he didn't even ask his foster parents for tuition; he paid it with his part-time earnings.
Gao Yan frowned and replied, "Why do you, a high school student, need so much money?"
"Why the hell are you asking so many questions? Just tell me, are you going to transfer the money or not?"
Gao Lang's tone grew more arrogant, as if he had Gao Yan cornered.
Gao Yan felt a surge of anger and retorted, "No money, no transfer!"
"You ungrateful bastard, living off us for so many years, and you won't even transfer 1,000 yuan. Do you believe I'll call mom right now and have her cut off your allowance?"
Hearing Gao Lang's words, anger surged in Gao Yan's heart, his face turning grim as he said sternly, "Gao Lang, listen to me. I admit I owe our parents, and I'll find a way to repay them in the future, but I owe you nothing. Also, I'm your brother. Do you think it's appropriate to talk to me like this?"
"What right do you have to be my brother, you bastard? Let me tell you, Gao Yan, in my eyes, you're not even worth a fart...!"
Gao Lang's words grew increasingly offensive, causing veins to bulge on Gao Yan's forehead. If that brat were in front of him, he wouldn't be able to resist punching him.
He took a deep breath and hung up the phone!
But Gao Lang didn't stop there; he soon sent several WeChat voice messages.
Gao Yan knew they wouldn't be anything good.
He decisively deleted those WeChat messages and blocked Gao Lang.
After thinking for a moment, he also blocked Gao Lang's phone number.
"That feels better!"
After doing all this, Gao Yan felt much better.
But just then, the phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, Gao Yan felt a bit helpless.
He answered the call, and his foster mother Yang Huishan's questioning voice came through: "Gao Yan, why did you upset your brother?"
Gao Yan suppressed his discomfort and explained, "Mom, Gao Lang called asking for money, and I didn't give it to him."
Yang Huishan continued, "Why didn't you give it to him? Your father and I raised you, spent so much money on your education, and now you won't even give your brother a little money. Do you even consider Gao Lang your brother?"
"I think you want to be an ungrateful wolf. If I had known, we wouldn't have adopted you!"
His foster mother's words deeply hurt Gao Yan, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Mom, I'm still a student. You only give me 400 yuan a month for living expenses. Where am I supposed to find money to give him?"
"Enough, don't say anymore. If you don't want to give, just say so. Where do you get so many excuses? Didn't you earn enough for your tuition through part-time jobs? From now on, earn your own living expenses too. We'll consider you not our son!"
With that, Yang Huishan hung up the phone.
"Huff, huff!"
Gao Yan exhaled heavily, but his chest still felt tight.
"Forget it, when I have money, I'll repay my foster parents double. That will be my way of repaying their kindness."
Gao Yan thought to himself.
After staying in the rental apartment for a while, Gao Yan got up and headed to school. The afternoon class started at three.
He was going now because he had previously noticed a milk tea shop for sale on the snack street in the university town.
Since he had won the milk tea recipes, he could take over this shop.
He didn't approach directly.
Instead, he stood nearby and observed for half an hour before finally stepping towards the milk tea shop.