50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 37 The Power of Strange Growth
After making up his mind, Daxiang calmed down and nodded to his mother. This was the money he earned in exchange for his life, and he would feel comfortable taking it. From now on, he would hand his life over to the boss.

Aunt Chen seemed to have seen what her eldest son was thinking. Seeing her son nod, she accepted the big yellow croaker with peace of mind.

Once this thing is accepted, a contract is signed. Even if there are swords and fire in the future, Daxiang will really get it. Aunt Chen felt a little bitter in her heart.

Sun Zhiwei noticed the expressions and actions of the two men, but he did not point it out. Although he would not really ask Daxiang to risk his life, he still had to grasp the right measure, and he must also take the initiative.

There are still many things he cannot tell others in the future, and he needs to confirm bit by bit whether Daxiang is trustworthy.

"This large yellow croaker is worth 400 yuan now. It can be exchanged for at least 450 on the black market. If you find someone who really needs it, you can get even more."

"Auntie, if the family doesn't need the money urgently, my suggestion is that you keep it as a treasure. You can decide what to do with it yourself."

Then he said something that made them even more uneasy.

"This is Daxiang's annual salary. I'll give you one more every year. As long as Daxiang works for me, you'll get one every year."

"what!"

"Boss, Daxiang is not worth this price. We can't take money that will go against our conscience."

"Okay, I won't change my decision."

"I don't care about money, but let me be frank: the only thing I can't tolerate is betrayal, not even once."

"Don't worry, Boss. If he dares to do anything reckless, I will kill him myself."

Aunt Chen was also very determined. Even if her eldest son was sold, the life of his entire family was not worth the price of one large yellow croaker a year.

"I will arrange Daxiang's official work this month. I only have one personal matter to attend to recently."

"I have a yard in Qian'er Hutong. Since I live in the safe compound now, I can't take care of it there for the time being. I need to relocate my house near Beihai."

"It would be best if the old house can be traded in. If not, I'll sell it and buy a new yard near Beihai. I'm not in a rush, as long as this is done within three months."

"Daxiang, this is the key to the old house. Go find the right place tomorrow and start doing this."

"I understand, Boss." Daxiang has now realized his mistake and is content to get along with Sun Zhiwei in his new identity.

Sun Zhiwei was relieved after confirming that Daxiang was his helper. It was safe to live in the compound now, but it was still very troublesome to get things done.

After saying goodbye to Daxiang's family, he returned to school before noon. He couldn't lose his image as a top student just yet; being a good student was the only way to skip a grade as soon as possible.

In the next few days, he went to and from school every day, and took time out at noon to find a secluded place on campus to study his current strength.

After several days of testing, he determined that his strength was indeed increasing every day, but his muscles and bones did not seem to have changed much, and he did not look like a strong man at all.

Although he doesn't have a force measuring device, he can roughly estimate that his daily strength increase is about 1 kilogram, and he can currently lift stones weighing about 250 kilograms.

原本他就能提起100斤左右的重物，这就表示力量增长了70-75公斤，大概用了70-75天。

Calculating the starting time, it was exactly mid-April when my parents were buried, which was also when the ring was deeply bound. It seemed that the ring was a benefit to me. The increase in power showed no signs of stopping, and I didn't know if there was an upper limit.

He remembered several statistics from his previous life: the Olympic snatch record was 212 kg, the clean and jerk record was 263 kg, the sit and press record was 505 kg, and the back record was 630 kg.

He didn't ask for five or six hundred kilograms of strength, but 200 kilograms would be enough in this world without magic.

As for the fact that his body had not changed, he had a guess, that is, the power he gained was not physical strength, but the power given by the ring.

Using strength is equivalent to using the authority of the ring space. His current strength growth is just the ring gradually giving him the authority.

He had already begun to imagine that one cubic space as a hammer. When such a cubic space came down, it could be said to be completely weightless, or it could be said to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

As long as these speculations are not confirmed, they are just speculations. It seems that I have underestimated this ring. This ring seems very mysterious.

If he couldn't figure it out, he would just put it aside and stop thinking about it. There was no point in thinking too much about things beyond his ability.

Saturday came quickly. After school in the afternoon, Sun Zhiwei left school two hours early. Tomorrow was the weekend, and today he was going to pick up his sister and take her home.

This was the first time he had been away from her for such a long time, and he didn't know if the girl was doing well in the kindergarten. He wanted to appear in front of Nannan as soon as possible, and he believed that Nannan also wanted so.

He walked out of school, crossed Heping Gate, and headed north along Fuyou Street. As he passed Xi'anmen Street, he smelled the aroma of food filling the street, so he stopped at Liuji Luzhu and bought some braised pork tongue, heart and lungs, and a portion of bean curd tendons.

The smell of this thing was so tempting that he carried it to a deserted area and put it in his ring.

Maybe because I was in a good mood, I didn’t feel tired at all during the 10-mile journey. When I arrived at the kindergarten gate, there was still an hour before school was over.

He saw a military vehicle parked at the door and the two guarding soldiers looked familiar. They should be the guards of their yard, so he went up to chat with them.

The guards actually knew him. When they saw him, they remembered the fish feast from last week. They gulped and asked, "Zhiwei, is there any fish to eat this week?"

"That's not difficult. As long as there are fish in the water and people want to eat them, I'll get them."

"Really? That's great." The two guards and the driver were very happy.

Although they have occupied the capital, because it was a peaceful takeover, there are still many bottles, jars, broken bricks and tiles left behind, which means that they can only guarantee the supply of millet.

As for other supplies, they were scarce in every department, not to mention meat. Even if it wasn't as delicious as pork, fish was still meat.

Besides, the chef in their compound’s canteen has really good cooking skills, and ordinary people can’t cook food that delicious and fragrant.

Although Sun Zhiwei verbally agreed to their request, he would still report the matter to his superiors first. Providing an occasional meal was fine, but if it required a long-term supply, there would be many problems.

Now that you have it, shouldn't you share some with your superiors? And should you give a few to the neighboring unit? The problem isn't so much the lack of it, but the inequality of its distribution.

If more people want it, the higher-ups will definitely have to consider whether they can supply it here. Do they need to allocate special personnel to fish?

(End of this chapter)