My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 36

“Quick, hurry up and cut it!” Huang Shan kept urging, his nerves on edge.

Having spent 6 million on this stone, he was beyond anxious.

Spit! The old stone-cutting master spat into his palm and rubbed his hands together.

He was just as nervous as Huang Shan. In his decades of cutting stones, he had never handled something this expensive. Even among all the stone-cutters in the country, this was probably a first.

Positioning the stone carefully, the master placed the cutting machine on top of it, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Damn, no matter the outcome, this cut will be something to brag about to my grandchildren.

With a grunt, the master brought the blade down.

The crowd held their breath, eyes wide open, not daring to blink, afraid they might miss what could be the most extravagant gamble of their lives.

As the blade descended, Huang Shan’s heart leapt into his throat.

Snap!

The blade hit the bottom.

Everyone stared at the cut surface of the stone.

“No rise!”

The crowd erupted into chaos.

Huang Shan felt his vision darken, but he forced himself to stay upright. He roared at the crowd, “Shut the hell up! Cut it again!”

The old master was sweating now.

This was a 6-million-yuan stone. If it didn’t yield anything, the thought alone was enough to make his heart ache.

Snap!

Another cut.

No rise.

Huang Shan’s head spun.

“Cut it again, damn it!”

Another cut—no rise.

And another—still nothing.

Yet another—nothing.

…

The crowd was numb, staring at the pile of rubble on the ground, unable to speak.

“Damn it, cut this one! It’s still big enough. Cut it again!”

“And this one, cut it one more time!”

Huang Shan, now frantic, picked up the larger pieces of rubble from the ground and kept throwing them at the old master.

A few more cuts, and still no trace of green.

“Cut it! Cut it, damn you!” Huang Shan was nearly hysterical.

“Sir, there’s nothing left to cut. It’s all dust now,” the old master said helplessly.

“What?!” Huang Shan stared at the pile of dust, then suddenly turned around.

“You tricked me!” Huang Shan pointed at Lin Hai, his face twisted in anger.

“Brother Huang, what are you talking about? You were the one who insisted on buying it,” Lin Hai said, spreading his hands innocently.

“You… you set me up!”

“That’s ridiculous. How could I set you up when I didn’t even know if the stone would yield anything?”

“You…” Huang Shan was so angry he almost passed out.

Liu Liang and Wang Peng watched from behind, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

Damn, you thought you were so tough, hitting me? My buddy just played you like a fiddle!

It took a while for Huang Shan to catch his breath.

“Fine, I’ll remember this!” Huang Shan nodded fiercely, his face full of menace.

“Today, I admit defeat. But kid, we’ll meet again!”

With Ye Ziyu present, Huang Shan didn’t dare make a move. He could only leave with a threat, slinking away with his lackeys in tow.

“Haha, Xiao Hai, that was a dirty trick,” Ye Ziyu laughed.

“He bullied my friends. He had it coming,” Lin Hai said with a dismissive shrug.

Liu Liang and Wang Peng were deeply moved.

After chatting with Ye Ziyu for a while, Lin Hai, Liu Liang, and Wang Peng left the stone-gambling den.

“Xiao Hai, thanks, man. But you’ve made an enemy of Huang Shan today. Be careful. He’s all about face, and his family has some influence. He’s one of the ‘Four Young Masters’ at our school, just like Hu Wei…”

Before Liu Liang could finish, Lin Hai cut him off.

“The Four Young Masters? Who cares? I’m not scared of him!”

Lin Hai smirked. Damn, I’ve already pissed off two of the Four Young Masters.

Back at school, Lin Hai opened WeChat and saw the group of mischievous immortals ganging up on the God of Wealth again.

Sun Wukong: @God of Wealth, old man, since you’re free, send a red packet for fun.

Nezha: Yeah, Grandpa God of Wealth hasn’t sent a red packet in ages.

Dianmu: @God of Wealth, come out, we know you’re there!

Erlang Shen: I’ll send my Heavenly Hound to drag him out!

Heavenly Hound: Woof woof!

…

God of Wealth: Ugh, you guys are so annoying!

Dianmu: Oh, he’s here! Quick, send one!

Dragon King of the East Sea: Waiting for the red packet.

Taibai Jinxing: @God of Wealth, just send one. It’s better to lose a little wealth than suffer misfortune.

God of Wealth: Fine, you bunch of freeloaders!

Ding dong!

A red packet!

Before Lin Hai could even react…

Ching!

The sound of coins filling a bag.

Crap!

Lin Hai suddenly remembered he had installed a red packet auto-grabber. In his excitement, he had forgotten about it.

He quickly checked his wallet.

What the…

Holy crap!

Lin Hai’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

9999 merit points!

Haha, why is the old man so generous today? Last time, the highest grab was only 1.1 points.

Meanwhile, the group chat was in chaos.

Chang’e: @God of Wealth, as stingy as ever. Only 0.01. Cheapskate.

Muzha: @God of Wealth, I also got 0.01. Cheapskate +1.

Rain Master: @God of Wealth, 0.01. Cheapskate +2.

Dragon King of the East Sea: @God of Wealth, cheapskate +3.

Barefoot Immortal: @God of Wealth, cheapskate +4.

…

The pattern continued.

God of Wealth: Damn it, shut up! I sent out 10,000 merit points!

Erlang Shen: I don’t care how much you sent. I only got 0.01. @God of Wealth, cheapskate +5.

Sun Wukong: @God of Wealth, I also got 0.01. Cheapskate +6.

Seven Fairies: @God of Wealth, I only got 0.01 too. Cheapskate +7.

…

God of Wealth: You’re all cheapskates! Your whole families are cheapskates!

Group Notification: The God of Wealth, overwhelmed by anger, has vomited blood and lost 10 years of cultivation!

Pfft!

Lin Hai burst out laughing. This was too hilarious. It was like déjà vu.

Ding dong!

Someone added him as a friend.

Lin Hai checked his contact list.

Holy crap, it’s the God of Wealth!

Remembering the poor guy’s misfortune, Lin Hai laughed even harder, clutching his stomach as he accepted the request.

As soon as the request was accepted, the God of Wealth sent a string of angry emojis.

Little Confused Immortal: What’s up, cheapskate?

Crap! As soon as he sent the message, Lin Hai regretted it.

Damn, I’ve been so used to the group’s banter that I accidentally called him a cheapskate.

God of Wealth: Your sister…

Group Notification: The God of Wealth, overwhelmed by anger, has vomited blood and lost 10 years of cultivation!

Little Confused Immortal: …

Lin Hai was both amused and exasperated. Bro, I really didn’t mean it.

God of Wealth: It’s one thing for others to call me a cheapskate, but you grabbed 9999 points! Not only did you not defend me in the group, but you also called me a cheapskate like them. You, you, you… (followed by a string of angry emojis).

Little Confused Immortal: Sorry, sorry. I got carried away by their banter.

God of Wealth: (A string of annoyed emojis). Go explain in the group.

Little Confused Immortal: Alright, alright, I’ll do it now.

Lin Hai opened the Heavenly Trade Group and @’ed everyone.

Little Confused Immortal: Uh, just to clarify, I grabbed 9999 merit points from the God of Wealth’s red packet, so he’s not a cheapskate.

God of Wealth: Hmph, see?

As soon as the God of Wealth spoke, the group, which had just quieted down, erupted again.

Zhu Bajie: @Little Confused Immortal, how much you grabbed is none of my business. I only got 0.01, so @God of Wealth is a cheapskate!

Julin Shen: Exactly! Others grabbing more doesn’t help me. I only got 0.01. @God of Wealth, cheapskate +1.

Night Wanderer: Same here. @God of Wealth, cheapskate +2.

Lan Caihe: I also only got 0.01. @God of Wealth, cheapskate +3.

God of Longevity: @God of Wealth, cheapskate +4.

…

Lin Hai laughed so hard his stomach hurt as he watched the group’s pattern continue.

God of Wealth: Aaaaaah, you guys…

Group Notification: The God of Wealth, overwhelmed by anger, has vomited blood and lost 10 years of cultivation!

And there goes another 10 years of cultivation!

Lin Hai was practically in tears from laughing.

Sending a red packet and losing three mouthfuls of blood. This God of Wealth is truly cursed!