Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang walked down the street and randomly picked up a stall to order some food.

Just as the dance hall next door was about to close, some dancers, dressed in cheongsams and skirts, walked out drunkenly.

Not far from the dance hall, a girl was kneeling on the ground with a blade of grass stuck in her hair. Her father was waiting behind her for a buyer to take her away.

The stall owner placed the snacks and tea in front of Pan Yang, and following Pan Yang's gaze, shook his head helplessly: "That man is called Gao Er. He has seven daughters, and his wife is sick. One person can't support eight people, so he's planning to sell his daughters. What a tragedy."

"Young Master Lu, this kind of thing happens everywhere. If you want to help, you can only help temporarily, not forever." The stall owner sighed and continued to serve the new customers.

Pan Yang didn't take any action; he just coldly watched the scene unfold. He knew he couldn't save those people forever, and besides, he was just a passerby. There was no need for him to get involved in so many things in this virtual world.

His gaze drifted away, and he picked up a pastry.

"Thank you, Marshal Fu! Thank you, Marshal Fu!"

Hearing the sound, Pan Yang looked again and saw Fu Zhouyang in military uniform squatting in front of the little girl, patting her head and taking the grass off her head.

The girl's father was holding a bulging money bag, which was clearly given to him by Fu Zhouyang.

Fu Zhouyang stood up, saw Fan Yang at the stall, quickly walked over and sat down, unceremoniously picked up the tea that Fan Yang hadn't drunk yet and drank it down in one gulp.

"Young Master Lu, you seem quite relaxed," Fu Zhouyang greeted him with a smile.

Looking at the empty teacup, Pan Yang picked up the kettle and poured him some water: "It's alright."

Fu Zhouyang chuckled as he looked at Pan Yang: "Young Master Lu is quite interesting."

"What?" Pan Yang looked at him, somewhat puzzled.

"Young Master Lu gives me a sense of detachment, as if he only cares about me and nothing else matters." This isn't narcissism on his part. He's encountered Pan Yang so many times, and Pan Yang always sits alone in a corner. Even when he talks to others, there's an indescribable sense of distance between them.

It seems that only when she sees him does she have a sliver of energy; ultimately, she feels a lack of human warmth.

"What does Young Master Lu think of the girl I just saved?" Fu Zhouyang suddenly asked.

Pan Yang blinked, and 001's heart tightened instantly.

“That girl might have a few months of peace, but what about her life afterward…” Huan Yang didn’t finish his sentence, but they all understood.

If the girl is lucky, she will find a loving husband and marry him; if she is unlucky, she may die on the street.

These days, it's not scary for someone to die; it's just that someone might starve to death or freeze to death unexpectedly.

“That’s right.” Fu Zhouyang took a deep breath: “When I joined the army, I thought I could contribute to the country and solve these problems. But the higher I climbed, the more I realized that this situation was probably beyond redemption. It was deeply ingrained in my mindset.”

“Pan Yang, I’m very curious. Your father and sister dote on you, and even sent you to study abroad, but your personality doesn’t seem to be something that could be raised in that kind of family.”

"Oh," Pan Yang replied nonchalantly, picking up his teacup and taking a sip of tea.

"Tsk." Fu Zhouyang was at a loss for words seeing his completely unmoved expression: "The war is about to begin. You and your father should hide then." After saying that, he didn't continue and got up to leave.

Pan Yang watched him walk away quietly, then get into a car and leave.

001: "Host?" It asked with some concern. This time, Zhou Yang was different. In the past, Zhou Yang only had the host in his heart in every world, but this time, Zhou Yang also had national sentiments in his heart.

Pan Yang did not respond. 001 lost some money at the stall and returned to the Lu family.

Then I saw Lu Qinghe sitting there with a worried look on her face.

Upon seeing Huan Yang, Lu Qinghe stood up and said, "Brother, tell me, do you also believe that women should be locked up in secluded courtyards, manipulated by others, and without even the right to choose for themselves?"

Pan Yang found this absurd. Had Lu Qinghe been brainwashed after going out for a while?

"Say something!" Lu Qinghe said anxiously when he didn't speak.

"Are you locked in the yard right now?" Pan Yang asked her in return.

"No."

Do you have the right to choose for yourself?

"Of course there is."

“So these rules are not meant to bind women.” Pan Yang walked to the sofa and sat down. “They are meant to bind fools. Only those with enough power can break what you’re talking about.”

Lu Qinghe instantly understood: "Then, what should I do? The Fang family is so powerful..."

"newspaper."

"You're so smart!" That's right. As long as it's published in the newspaper, many people will see it, and there will definitely be many people who want to rebel against the status quo. One person's strength can't stir up any waves, but the strength of a group of people is enough to shake mountains and rivers.

After Lu Qinghe finished speaking, she dashed out in a flash.

001 was somewhat surprised to see this scene. He thought that the host would just watch quietly. However, upon closer reflection, Fu Zhouyang did not ask the host for his true thoughts. Perhaps the host was just not good at expressing himself.

As soon as Lu Qinghe left, Lu's father returned with some worry, but when he saw Pan Yang, he smiled again.

"Country Y has approached you for cooperation?" Pan Yang asked without hesitation.

The smile on Mr. Lu's face vanished instantly. He sighed and said, "That's right, those foreigners! They actually want to completely cut off port trade, and they're even using the government as an excuse. It's simply incomprehensible."

“If it weren’t for the government’s incompetence, would we still have to put up with their rudeness? We can’t let foreigners take over the business of China!” After calming down, Mr. Lu looked at Pan Yang and slowly said, “Pan Yang, the Lu family may not be able to hold on for much longer.”

“No, it’s Y country that can’t hold on much longer.” Fan Yang stood up from the sofa and patted Lu’s father on the shoulder: “Rest for a few days, leave it to me.”

"You've grown up," Mr. Lu remarked, then patted Pan Yang's head, which Pan Yang dodged. "You little brat, who are you patting on the shoulder for?"

Pan Yang took a few steps back: "The atmosphere was right." What could he do? Was it his fault? Things had already happened, the atmosphere was right, and he couldn't help himself.

When Lu's father heard this, he was even more speechless. He looked around for something to beat up Huan Yang. Huan Yang, of course, couldn't stand still and get beaten up, so he ran outside.

Seeing his father's helpless expression, Mr. Lu sighed, hoping that the Lu family would truly be alright.

In the days that followed, Pan Yang decisively approached several companies that frequently cooperated with the Lu family. Through very "friendly" exchanges, he learned that they supported the Lu family and were united against external threats.

Of course, there are also a small number of people who are afraid of being implicated by Y country and do not want to get involved.