Money is Life

As the night took over the scenery, city lights emerged from their diurnal lumber. Seeing the scenery presented in front of their eyes will take someone's breath away. That is if the city they are gazing at is highly urbanized and not some rural town.

Out in her luxurious balcony, the manager laid prone on an equally luxurious recliner. Her left is hand holding a glass of blood-red wine as her right hand playfully browsed her phone.

"This is life," she moaned.

The money she earned from the event turned out to be astronomical in amount. It's all thanks to those fans of the four morons.

To be fair, the looks of those four are definitely top tier commodities. Those four hold the typical fantasies of a typical girl and in excess at that. But not her fantasies though, there's already a certain cook deep within her heart.

But what she did not expect is for the crazed fans of the 4 to buy everything in the event, and by defining everything, it meant that even the bottles where they drank were not spared and became part of their prized possessions. Some employees even organized a post-event auction for certain items that they used when working in the restaurant. She also participated in the event by donating some of the more private items of the four. Those items sold like junkfoods in a religious school.

The scariest part of the event is the ability of the women in attendance to identify the authenticity of the items auctioned. One unlucky employee tried auctioning random underwear(fake item) and what ensued after is too brutal describe. But to put in simpler terms, that employee needed to be hospitalized for a month and that's not including the time he will spend in therapy.

"Those women are crazy. Thankfully, my Ye Han does not have crazy girls buzzing around him. And as his boss, I can enjoy him for myself. Ehehehehe." She made a perverted grin. Flushed face coupled with thick saliva dripping out her mouth, her eyes looked glossy as her mind already wandered towards the realm of fantasies.

***

A certain red-haired doctor felt a strong urge to quarter someone into a million chunks. She glanced towards the photograph of a white-haired young man. His other eye covered with an eyepatch as the other appeared blank. "Don't worry, mommy will never let some random hussy corrupt you."

***

"Aaaaahn! Yes, Ye Han, just like that. I'm almost there."

*ding dong*

The manager who was about to reach the height of her fantasy was loudly interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. "Damnit I was almost there! You better pray that you survive this blow of mine."

She angrily clutched the knob as her forceful swinging brought the door to almost Mach speeds.

*whoosh*

But fortunately or unfortunately, depending on the perspective, she only saw a conspicuous envelope outside. It was all black in color and behind is a familiar seal inscribed in gold. She bent and picked it up, it felt warm. "Blank, not even an address. How nice."

Standing outside with only a towel wrapped around her body, the manager can already feel the chills induced by the evening air. Standing outside of her house pondering the identity of the sender is not a good idea. She should go inside and read it, overthinking will get her nowhere.

"I know that it came from someone filthy rich. But seriously, energy lock?"

With how mystical qi and mana is, unique physical features such as fingerprint, iris, blood, even DNA could be easily copied. The last time these features were used to identify someone was long ago during the Dark Era where almost all forms of energy were non-existent in the world. Today, no one is too dumb to use a fingerprint scanner to protect important documents nor is someone too inane to alter their irises to identify as someone else. The only ones doing this practice can only be seen in movies or mental facilities. Remember, stupidity is a mental condition.

The most accurate way to identify someone is through the use of their energy signatures. Whether it be qi or mana, everyone will have unique differences. It is a fact that no two different individuals can have the same energy signatures and if that ever happened, the world must be ending. Although accurate, the cost of one of these suckers is at least the annual income of her restaurant. And that price may even go further up depending on different aspects.

As for this type, "Maybe I could disassemble the envelope and take the lock. This could give me a lot of money, enough to buy him new equipment and renovate the restaurant. Or perhaps, our wedding." The amount she could gain by selling the device is not even close to the amount she's dreaming of spending. If by chance she successfully sold the device, she could make at least two of her restaurants from scratch. But sadly, this dream will forever be a dream.

"I don't know jack about these things, but maybe I could first open the letter then take the device." Gathering a sliver of her mana in her fingertip, she directed the flow towards the envelope. The little paranoia in her went away as she confirmed that the letter is indeed for her. "I will be rich."

But as stated earlier, this dream will forever be dreams. The envelope turned to dust leaving only the actual letter. Her mind went blank as the ash of once an envelope slowly drifted away from her grasps. "No! My wedding! Give me back my wedding!" Her voice is a mix of intense grief and infinite sadness.

The device might have been expensive but sadly it was a single-use item. Meaning, after it has served its purpose it would self-destruct. She should have seen it coming from a mile away. No sane person will use an energy lock of that type just to secure a letter. A one-time use lock would have been a logical choice. But now, no medicine could cure the regret she's feeling right now.

Although it may be random thought, a certain memory popped in her mind. It was the last time she cried as a child. A bittersweet memory but still a bizarre thing to remember seeing her dream crumble into dust.

"I should just read the stupid letter." It read:

Have this money.

What followed is a bank account that she sure is full of money. The money is good but where did it come from? Her only clue is the seal at the back of the envelope but other than that, the whole letter is blank.

"Right, the seal. If I remember correctly, it was a spear, wait that's not it. Yes! It was a pair of wings!"

The seal was a golden pair of wings. And it belonged to one of the most influential companies in the human realm. "Why would that daughter-con suddenly hand out money to others? This is not one of his ploy right? If not, what would make him do that? As far as I know, only his daughter could influence him to do stupid things. Don't tell me..."

Even though she is a pervert at heart but her analytical ability is nothing to scoff at. In her rush to confirm things, the towel wrapping around her body has fallen off.

It was during the event that her alarm for urgent matters rang out but her capitalistic mind decided to ignore it as seeing the event unfold made her unaware of her surroundings.

Opening the recorded footage of the restaurant she exclaimed, "I knew it!" Shown on the screen is an all too familiar girl accompanied by three others. As for why she kept a copy of the footage in her house, better not ask her.

In the video, the restaurant appeared deserted. Then a group of 4 girls entered the establishment. The manager's focus did not leave the girl. At first she appeared to be unimpressed of the place. Then Ye Han appeared without his usual apron, the girl looked even more constipated especially at Ye Han. But true to his performance, Ye Han went back with food in hand. And seeing the girl's expression of delight, the manager already saw through the whole story.

"I LOVE YOU YE HAN!"