Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

The familiar routine of Xie Shirong began again, taking away everything that belonged to him in the most gentle way.

"I can give it to you,"

Xie Shiyu showed a satisfied smile, and the next second he added:

"Unless I die."

"This was given to me by Fifth Master. What do you think he would think if he saw that it was not in my hands?"

Xie Shirong chose to take advantage of the power of others.

"Will he think you are bullying me? Will he think you are a greedy and rude person?"

Xie Shiyu was not frightened by such words and looked at Duan Minzhu innocently.

"How could you bully your brother? We are brothers. Doesn't your brother want to give it to me?"

Xie Shirong put his hands behind his back and clasped his wrists. Although he had gotten used to it, he still seemed sad.

"I have always been trapped in the dream you created, a dream of a harmonious family and loving brothers."

The round little beads were played with on his fingertips, and Xie Shirong expressed what he had been thinking for many years.

"Being nice to you means I want to hear you say that I am a good brother, not that I am stupid."

Xie Shiyu didn't say anything, but Duan Minzhu was stunned for a few seconds, walked up to Xie Shirong, pointed at his nose and scolded him.

"You've grown up strong, and you've caught the Fifth Master's eye. Do you no longer care about your parents? Do you think it's unfair? How can you compare with your brother? You've eaten the same food and worn the same clothes since you were young. You can't compare with him in studies, you can't play any musical instruments, and your brother is in poor health..."

"I can leave now." Xie Shirong looked at Duan Minzhu with his clear eyes.

"I can get out of this house if it really bothers you."

"If you want to get out, then get out. Who is Master Wu? Do you really think he will always take you seriously? You are just a pitiful kitten or puppy that he looks at. You have never seen when he really turns his face against you and becomes cold and ruthless."

Xie Shirong smiled, and a look of dejection finally appeared on his usually calm face.

"So you know, I'm pitiful."

Seeing that his mother was a little agitated, Xie Shiyu reached out and held her

"Mom, don't quarrel with your brother. Don't chase him away."

Two pairs of identical clear amber pupils met.

"Brother, I don't want the bracelet anymore. Mom probably drank a little. Don't take it personally."

Seeing that he was still so pretentious, Xie Shirong didn't want to argue anymore. He got into the car that Duan Wu had prepared for him and drove away.

Xie Shiyu's face fell, and he let go of Duan Minzhu's hand.

"Mom, you can't quarrel with my brother. What if he doesn't bring me to see my uncle anymore?"

Duan Minzhu was so angry that she was out of breath, but she still tried to comfort him.

"Who knows what the Fifth Master is doing today? This kid really thinks that the ruthless Duan Yanluo is someone you can get along with. Shi Yu, you are so outstanding. If you interact with the Fifth Master a few more times, he will definitely see you."

Xie Shiyu nodded obediently, but his thoughts drifted away.

He never thought he was wrong. He just discovered his parents' coldness and selfishness earlier than Xie Shirong, and discovered that their love was conditional.

He is more valuable than his brother and deserves to be favored.

As for his parents, his brother might have misunderstood. Even though he knew that Duan Wu was not an easy person to get along with, he still wanted him to get close to him. How can this be considered love?

It just so happened that Xie Shiyu originally wanted to do this. He was the best heir to the selfish bloodline. As for Xie Shirong, he thought that it might be a genetic mutation.

The Xie family was only ten kilometers away from the Duan family manor. The first thing Xie Shirong did when he got home was to put the roses, which were already a little less plump, into the vase in the room, turn on the computer, and send the little game he made to Duan Wu.

【Shiseng: Master Wu, please try it. 】

Duan Wu received the message from him, glanced at Xie Shirong's online name, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He is quite self-aware and clearly a coward.

【I can play.】

Xie Shirong has a great talent for making games. Whether it is the gameplay, playability, or the art that he does all by himself, he has complete creativity.

The only drawback is the insufficient budget and low productivity.

Duan Wu sent several links to the person in charge of the game company under Duan’s control.

Soon the other party called.

"Mr. Duan, you got this from nowhere. This shooting game is quite playable. There is no similar game on the market."

"It's made by a kid. How is it? Is there any investment prospect?"

"That's right. This kind of battle where you collect supplies and get equipment is a perfect combination of traditional online game ideas into FPS. Although the map and details are very poorly made, this idea alone is already a genius among geniuses."

"We will prepare a mature project team around him. I will maximize your budget and strive to produce results within a year."

Duan Wu understood Xie Shirong's talent. It was only a matter of time before he would soar to success if he was given enough money and a platform.

With the big boss's support, money and people were provided, and the battle royale shooting game tentatively named "Survival Plan" was officially launched.

Xie Shirong's pressure doubled. Unlike previous independent producers, this time Duan Wu directly gave him an investment of hundreds of millions to play with. Only he understood the psychological pressure involved.

He didn't want to disappoint the few people who trusted him and protected him.

Xie Shirong was busy at the company until midnight every day, and he would not return the calls from Duan Minzhu and Xie Zhen.

The two of them didn't have the courage to go to Duan's company to make trouble. Apart from sulking at home, they cursed Xie Shirong to make Duan Wu lose all his money, and then went home.

Xie Shirong would never go back to that home to suffer again. In his free time, he would either study at the city library or go to the manor to accompany Duan Wu.

He is trying to get back the time that was taken away from him in previous years.

……

"Fifth Master, when you were sleeping just now, Xiaorong called and asked if he could come over now. He is taking a day off today."

Duan Wu glanced at his phone and found that Xie Shirong had sent him a bunch of messages.

He said that if you have anything that makes you unhappy, you can tell him, and if it is not convenient for you to come, you can send a message.

Xie Shirong seemed to have turned on a strange switch, and every day he would constantly report on the progress and difficulties of his work, or the interesting things he encountered in life, like scrolling through the screen.

Occasionally Duan Wu would pick out a few and tell him some experiences, and then he would be attacked by a bunch of cat and dog emoticons.

"Come here, I'm awake."

Xie Shirong was hiding in a shady place 200 meters away from the manor, playing his latest mobile game demo in the car.

He had countless clever ideas and thoughts that he wanted to realize, and Duan Wu found corresponding people to evaluate them one by one.

It was originally just a small-scale gaming company with annual profits of only 300 to 500 million.

Duan Wu's business expanded fivefold in just a few months.

Xie Shirong knew that their little bit of activity might not be as profitable as the profit that Fifth Master would get from the Jade King auction in October.

But he believed that once these contents were gradually brought to the market, he would be able to make Duan Wu see his value.