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New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers continued and the fireworks bloomed.

In the old town of Jiangcheng, in a two-bedroom and one-living house, a young man sat at the table, looking at the sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner on the table and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Auntie, do you need my help?" the young man shouted toward the kitchen.

"Isn't it too false that you only asked me if I needed help when the last dish was out?" A tepid questioning voice came from the kitchen.

The young man smiled without any embarrassment.

The sliding door of the kitchen opened, and a short-haired woman wearing black-rimmed glasses came out with a fragrant braised fish.

The young man stood up quickly, took the fish plate from the woman's hand, and placed it in the middle of the dining table.

The two sat down.

The woman straightened her messy hair on her forehead.

The boy looked at the woman and thought: If Aunt Nasha hadn't deliberately cut her hair short and put on black-rimmed glasses to look older, she would have hardly changed in the past ten years.

"Stop staring at me and eat your food."

The woman's tone was still tepid, and her face, half hidden by her glasses and hair, showed no emotion.

Indifferent, cold, and inaccessible.

This is the impression the neighbors have on women.

It was also clear to the young man that the woman who had protected him for many years and was considered a relative by him was by no means a cold-blooded animal.

If he was cold-blooded and ruthless, how could he take care of him for so many years?

The woman filled the bowl with rice and handed it to the boy.

The two bowed their heads to eat.

Not talking while eating is a woman's habit.

This New Year's Eve dinner started and ended in a dull atmosphere.

After the young man finished eating, he stood up and cleared away the dishes and chopsticks.

The woman did not stop the boy. She cooked and the boy washed the dishes. This was the rule she set.

in the kitchen.

The teenager put on Bluetooth headphones and played music on his mobile phone. He washed the dishes while listening to music, and swayed to the rhythm of the music from time to time.

Obviously, boys and women have very different personalities.

Twenty minutes later, the boy packed up the kitchen and walked out.

The woman was still sitting at the table, staring at the note in her hand.

"Auntie, what are you looking at?"

The boy asked curiously.

"Your father left this behind and asked me to give it to you when you are eighteen." The woman handed the note to the boy.

When the young man's father was mentioned, there was a hint of sadness in the woman's eyes that was not easily noticed by others.

The young man took the note, looked at it carefully, and said, "What is this?"

The woman said: "Your father's Bitcoin account and login password."

“Bitcoin…”

The young man was surprised.

His father, who was extremely wealthy back then, would care about Bitcoin, which was beyond his expectation, and made him sad and uncomfortable.

"Auntie, when do you think my dad will come back?"

"When it's time to come back, I will come back."

The woman responded coldly to the boy.

"Oh……"

The young man carefully collected the note.

"How have you been understanding the seventh picture lately?" the woman asked the boy casually.

The young man said casually: "No progress."

The woman frowned.

The young man said hurriedly: "Auntie, I will figure out that picture sooner or later."

"Comprehend all the seven pictures left by your father. Only then can you face the fatal danger that may come at any time, call back the name Chen Muze, reunite with your relatives, and be qualified to inherit everything from your father!"

The woman's expression suddenly became serious, and the invisible pressure made the boy stand up straight subconsciously, like a student who made a mistake facing a strict teacher.

"Auntie, don't be angry, I will work harder."

The young man bowed his head in guilt.

Chen Muche.

The boy's name.

Now his name is Su Ze. He originally had a very happy family and was a lucky man in the eyes of countless people. He was born with a golden key in his mouth.

Nine years ago, an accident changed his life, and he had to flee with Aunt Nasha, and finally hid in this city.

The woman looked at Su Ze and thought of the hardships Su Ze had endured over the years. She stood up and patted Su Ze on the shoulder, saying, "Oze, the survival of the Chen family depends on you."

Su Ze nodded heavily.

"Remember, if you don't understand the last picture, you can never reveal your skills and special abilities."

As the woman spoke, she turned and went back to her room.

After closing the door, she sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes, seemingly tired.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, pulled out an iron box from under the bed, opened the iron box, and took out a black scimitar.

She stroked the blade gently.

The woman who was usually cold and indifferent had tears in her eyes and she murmured: "Are you still alive?"

Over the years, she took a month out of every year to leave Su Ze and Jiangcheng to look for the man she missed.

However, she still couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead.

In the dark side, the light will continue to expand.

Three years ago, many elders of the GJ Society died tragically and later surrendered to the Illuminati.

Last year, Blackstone's branches in Europe and Country M were destroyed overnight, and everyone died tragically.

Most of these are the work of the Illuminati.

Now, Donald, who has brought a lot of trouble to China as president, is running for election again. It is said that the people supporting Donald are the Illuminati.

All this shows that Mutu is not dead and is trying to use the Illuminati to secretly control the entire Western world.

Mutu's next target is likely to be the State of China, or the Chen family.

Mutu is not dead.

What about him?

died?

The woman shakes her head.

Dueling in that sea area, maybe he really entered that place.

Once again, the woman comforted herself with the slim possibility.

Another room.

Su Ze was lying on the bed, his head resting on his hands, thinking wildly.

Relatives, childhood playmates, and happy childhood moments kept coming to his mind, and he smiled.

However, the beautiful picture in his mind was quickly replaced by a bloody scene, with hundreds of iron guards rushing to protect him.

Mom pulled him back and forth.

Several iron guards in front of him fell down, and he saw corpses spread across the lawn.

Familiar people died tragically.

In grief and anger, he broke away from his mother's restraints, threw himself at the terrible and hateful villain at all costs, and then fell unconscious.

"I will definitely avenge you."

Su Ze secretly swore, his clenched fists and his joints crackling.

After a long time, he calmed down, got out of bed, sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, quickly typed on the keyboard, and "climbed the wall" to access the Internet.

Want to see how many Bitcoins his dad left him.

When he logged into his Bitcoin account and saw the number of Bitcoins, he was stunned.

There are actually three million Bitcoins in the account, and the total number of Bitcoins now is only 18 million.

one-sixth of the total.

The current price of one Bitcoin is more than 40,000 M gold.

This means that he has assets of 120 billion M gold.

"Dad, I'm only eighteen years old. If you give me so much money, aren't you afraid of me squandering it?" Su Ze muttered.

Then he thought about it, he couldn't spend the money casually, otherwise he would be easily targeted by bad people and cause trouble for himself and Aunt Nasha.

This is like the best goddess stripping naked and waving at you, but you have to endure it, it's so uncomfortable.

Su Ze smiled bitterly.