Chapter 6: Sudden Wealth and Family, Country, and the World

Holding a large amount of cash, Qin Hao fell asleep without realizing it; this was the most sound sleep he had ever had in his life.

The next day, when the sun was high, he finally woke up leisurely. Seeing the festive red on the head of the bed, he couldn't help but grin.

"First, I'll quit my job." Qin Hao stretched, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Before, going to work was like going to a grave; now he can finally say goodbye to that boring, tedious job.

After washing up, Qin Hao casually put on a T-shirt and jeans, then went out,

In the factory office, the supervisor was working on a report in front of the computer screen.

"Supervisor Tang, I don't want to work anymore; this is my resignation." Qin Hao walked up to his desk and handed him the form.

The supervisor raised his head, glanced at the resignation slip, and said, "Oh, it's Xiao Qin. What's up? Did you find a better job?"

"Guess so! I'm tired of the factory life, and I don't want to waste all my youth here." Qin Hao casually gave a reason in reply.

That's right; young folks should go out and explore, so I'll settle your wages today.

Supervisor Tang looked at Qin Hao, his tone flat, as if employee comings and goings were already old hat to him.

After all, the factory nowadays never lacks workers.

Qin Hao nodded, not saying anything more.

The procedures were done quickly; after collecting his monthly wages, Qin Hao left without looking back, the place where he had sweated for several years.

He felt light and carefree.

Over the next few days, Qin Hao started looking at houses all around Zhou Cheng.

Housing prices in the city center were too high, often several million, which he couldn't afford for now.

Finally, in the suburbs of Zhou Cheng, near a newly developed area, he took a liking to a used small villa that came with a little yard and a garage, priced at over seven hundred thousand.

Although the house was a bit old, its advantage was tranquility, and the surrounding facilities were fairly complete.

The original owner had lost money in business and urgently needed cash; plus it was secondhand, so it was that cheap.

After paying, completing the transfer procedures, and obtaining the property deed, Qin Hao felt an indescribable sense of solidity.

Having come from an orphanage, he longed for a truly own home more than anyone else.

After a simple cleaning and adding some basic furniture and appliances, Qin Hao could be considered officially settled.

The new home's environment was tranquil; he no longer had to worry about ears in the walls, nor squeeze into that tiny rental.

Late at night, with everything quiet, Qin Hao sat on his new sofa and began pondering the matter of Energy Points again.

"Absorbing lightning is efficient, but it's ultimately not a long-term solution. What if someone finds out? They'd treat him as a freak and call the police in no time."

Qin Hao stroked his chin, thinking.

"Or should he, like at the start, slowly suck power from outlets? That would be too inefficient, and drawing a lot of electricity would still be a hassle."

Just as he was getting a headache, the evening news playing on the living-room TV caught his attention.

"On May 24, 2016, several Western countries led by Yingjiang Guo, once again using fabricated security as an excuse,"

"announced a new round of export controls on dozens of high-tech sectors' products and technology from Yanhuang Guo, attempting to curb our technological development and industrial upgrading."

"This move seriously violates international trade rules, disrupts the stability of global industry and supply chains, and Yanhuang Guo expresses strong condemnation and firm opposition……"

"In the news footage, the spokesperson spoke righteously, while the scrolling subtitles below listed a long string of restricted technologies and equipment names,"

"mostly concerning crystal element manufacturing, aerospace, precision instruments, and other cutting-edge fields."

Qin Hao watched, his brows furrowed tightly.

In recent years, as Yanhuang Guo's influence in the world grew, some countries couldn't sit still and began to suppress it by various means.

This caused Yanhuang Guo considerable losses.

After the news ended, Qin Hao immediately opened domestic major forum sites on his phone, where countless netizens erupted in anger.

"These bandits! Having hit a bottleneck—or even regressed—they can't stand seeing others do well!"

"Damn! Yingjiang Guo is really bullying! Yanhuang Guo ought to toughen up!"

"Sigh! It's easy for the guy upstairs to say, but the core tech is still in their hands; there's nothing we can do but swallow our anger and strive to catch up……"

The comments were basically one-sided, condemning Yingjiang Guo's hegemonic actions, the language full of resentment and helplessness.

Qin Hao looked at these comments, feeling uneasy inside as well.

He lit a cigarette, smoked silently, the smoke swirling around, and his gaze grew complex.

As a patriotic youth raised under the red flag and nurtured in the spring breeze, Qin Hao harbored deep patriotic feelings for family and country.

Although he is just an ordinary person, busy making a living, the notions of national honor and disgrace, the rise and fall of the nation, are not beyond reach.

Before, he was powerless, able only to grumble online like most people.

But now……

He now possessed the All-Things Replication System!

This system can replicate gold, and can replicate anything he can scan.

So, those blocked high-tech devices, those cutting-edge crystal elements that Yanhuang Guo temporarily cannot produce, can likewise be replicated.

If that's possible……

Qin Hao's heart gave a sudden jump!

He thought of the conditions for upgrading the system; the basic replication function perhaps still had many limitations.

Then what about the next stage? Does it mean more functions?

Moreover, that upgrade condition, he alone could certainly not fulfill it—ten billion kilowatt-hours of electricity; where could he get that?

For a moment, Qin Hao's thoughts raced in myriad directions.

Soon after, he thought of the other side: as an ordinary orphan, it was this country and society that raised him, gave him the chance to be educated, and let him live a stable life.

The system is indeed miraculous, able to bring him endless wealth and a life of ease.

But if there is no strong nation as a backing, can he safeguard this wealth himself?

If we could let Yanhuang Guo stand tall on the international stage and no longer suffer these petty annoyances…

This thought, like a seed, took root and sprouted in his heart, and quickly grew.

"What if… I handed this system over to the country?"

As soon as this idea popped up, even Qin Hao himself was startled.

That's the Replication System!

It's his greatest reliance for changing his fate and reaching the pinnacle of life!

Just hand it over like that? Could he bear to do so?

But what if he doesn't hand it over?

On his own, secretly copying a bit of gold to live a wealthy life, then watching helplessly as the country gets strangled in key technologies by others?

Qin Hao's inner turmoil surged violently.

He's no saint; he too has selfish desires and longs for a good life.

But some things are more important than personal pleasure.

"Damn it, as the saying goes, backwardness invites defeat! I'm at least a descendant of Yanhuang!"

Qin Hao stubbed out the cigarette fiercely, a flash of resolve crossing his eyes.

An innocent man is guilty of holding a jade.

This system is too heaven-defying; with his personal ability, he might not be able to keep it safe.

Once exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

If so, then let's use this system to make a contribution to the country, break those technological barriers, and let Yanhuang Guo truly become strong.

He too could count it as having done his part for the country and the nation!

Moreover, he believed the state would not shortchange him; by then they'd prepare money, luxurious villas, cars, even a wife for him.

Thinking this through, Qin Hao felt a rush of hot blood surge to his head.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions.

This matter is too big to be decided on a whim; how can he safely and effectively reveal this shocking secret to the nation's high officials and gain their trust?

After all, who would believe him if he just claimed to have a Replication System?

He'd likely be locked up as a lunatic straight away.

"Looks like I need to plan this carefully."