hollywood billionaire

Chapter 1 Don't Stop Believing

[Reality synchronization is in progress, progress: 21%]

"Don't stop believing, grab this feeling..."

"Bright neon lights, like weaving pedestrians, oh..."

The famous song "Don't Stop Believin'" by the Journey band has become Han Yi's unstoppable wake-up alarm since high school.Accompanied by this all-too-familiar passionate melody, he frowned, let out a long sigh of relief, and opened his sleepy eyes with difficulty.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrates into the house through the milky white venetian blinds, casting mottled light and shadow on the beige walls.Han Yi who just woke up was still in a daze, but the red triangular flag nailed on the opposite side of the single bed could be clearly seen.

The texture of wool, the background of ochre, and the embossed school emblem embroidered in warm gold, and two rows of capitalized English letters.

University of Southern California.

USC's school flag?

Propping his body up halfway on his elbows, Han Yi looked at the flag shining brightly in the sun with some doubts, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Although he has deep feelings for his alma mater, he is not a person who likes to show off his past achievements all the time. In addition, the accidents a few years ago made him feel regretful about USC. Therefore, when he returned to China After that, Han Yi put away all the surroundings related to his alma mater, and never looked at it again.

The school flag that was pressed at the bottom of the box was suddenly hung on the wall intact and as new, which was too strange.

Confused and puzzled, Han Yi quickly scanned the room.Every time he discerned a thing with his eyes, the panic in his heart deepened.

The black Digital Storm gaming laptop that was scrapped two years ago because the motherboard burned out, various papers, textbooks and syllabus in the upper storage space of the desk, and even the charging black iPhone 6S Plus next to the pillow , All of a sudden, it rang like a fire alarm that could only be heard in American apartment buildings, shocking Han Yi's cognition.

This was not a reality he was familiar with, absolutely not.

This is clearly the apartment he rented when he was in college.

Han Yi hurriedly turned on the phone screen, and the numbers that appeared in front of his eyes proved this point.

2016年2月29日，07:13。

Probably a lucid dream.

Han Yi, who saw the time, was not as nervous as before.Although I have never had a lucid dream, I have seen related discussions on Zhihu many times.Being able to act and think independently in dreams is the biggest feature of lucid dreaming.

Thinking of this, Han Yi sat up with great interest, ready to turn over and get out of bed, to explore in the dream.

But the moment his toes touched the gray carpet, a sudden change occurred.

[Reality synchronization complete]

A ring of blue light tightly surrounded Han Yi's feet, blooming an almost coquettish color.Afterwards, the halo exploded in all directions at an extremely high speed, and in the blink of an eye, the entire room was coated with a layer of sci-fi-like heterochromatic filters.

"Hello, Han Yi."

The screen of the Digital Storm lighted up without warning, displaying a line of English letters.After Han Yi saw the content clearly, these letters broke into strokes again, jumping and dancing as if they were alive, holding hands and hugging each other happily, entangled tightly, and rearranged and combined into Chinese characters with the same meaning.

"The last seven years... have been a very difficult journey, haven't they?"

Seeing this sentence, Han Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and even his breathing stopped instantly.He didn't even care about wearing slippers, and rushed to the computer with bare feet, trying to read the text more clearly.

But just as Han Yi's fingertips touched the screen, the text drifted away like smoke, and the screen went dark again.

Before Han Yi could react, the next paragraph appeared.It's just that this time the text doesn't have any medium or any carrier.The letters are like exquisite sculptures of different shapes, suspended in mid-air, only a few inches away from the tip of Han Yi's nose.

"Don't doubt, Han Yi. Everything you see is real.

In the past seven years, you have experienced upheavals in your family, betrayal by your best friends, and fiasco in your career.From crest to trough, free fall.You once had the best hope, but in exchange for the most embarrassing lesson.

Fortunately, you still have the fighting spirit.You didn't give up until the last moment, and of course it shouldn't be the last moment.This is our mistake, I believe you will understand, right? "

As if showing off his miracles, the text in front of Han Yi kept changing its shape, color and mapping position.Jumping from his eyes to the wall, then teleporting from the wall to the door of the closet, and then projected onto the mirror of the bathroom sink facing the closet.

"This will be a brand new life, a good opportunity to start over."

Through this line of text, Han Yi saw himself in the mirror seven years ago.

Not so haggard, not so puffy, 176 centimeters tall and not short, at least in Los Angeles, a cosmopolitan city with mixed races, it can be regarded as a medium figure.Puffy eye sockets and messy hair affect the overall look, but it can still be called a clean and handsome face.

"This dream is quite realistic."

After staring at the mirror for a while, Han Yi suddenly muttered to himself.

"Why did Qingmingmeng go back?"

?

The words in the mirror slowly formed a question mark.

"I kind of want to go to the campus, but I have to go to the bank early tomorrow morning. I heard that the Qingming dream can be exhausting." Han Yi picked up the toothbrush inserted in the mouthwash cup, and pointed the handle towards his chest Suddenly stabbed it twice, grinning and gasping, "Good guy, it still hurts... Can't you wake up now, it's broken..."

"Ah, there it is!"

Han Yi clapped his hands, turned on the faucet, pushed down the plug, and began to store water.

Seeing that the water level was almost the same, Han Yi plunged in without hesitation.

It is said that one can wake up in a dream by being strongly stimulated by an extreme situation in reality, and this trick will definitely work.

However, before Han Yi could experience the feeling of drowning, a huge force grabbed his neck and threw him backwards.The pulling force was huge, but surprisingly, Han Yi didn't feel any pain when he hit the bathroom wall, just like falling on a non-elastic but extremely soft mattress.

Immediately, another invisible but irresistible force pressed his whole body against the wall, unable to move.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The new paragraph of text that emerged looked a little out of breath, and the Chinese-English conversion was gone. The font color was charcoal red, and there was a special effect of smoky smoke.

"You in that world are dead. This is your last life. If you waste it, you can never make it up again. Do you understand?"

Before Han Yi could answer, the iPhone flew in front of him out of thin air.

"Open it."

Two English words appeared again in the sky above the mobile phone, accompanied by a downward arrow sign, quite intimate.

"You should turn it on now, it's important to you."

Seeing that Han Yi still didn't respond, the phone seemed to come to life suddenly. It moved forward half an inch and got close to his nose, as if it was a more urgent reminder.

"Hold me, brother!"

The only man in the world who was pressed against the wall by his mobile phone complained. Now he can't even move a finger except for blinking.

As the last syllable fell, Han Yi felt his whole body loosen, and the oppressive feeling enveloping his whole body disappeared immediately.Swallowing a mouthful of saliva and moistening his dry throat, he raised his left arm and swipe up the phone screen.

The App on the screen is the same as the one in memory. YouTube, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, WeChat, Scottrade... The strange thing is that these apps have all turned gray, and even the icons of Safari, phone calls and text messages below the main interface are gray.

The only color is the blue icon at the bottom right of the third page of the main interface, at the end of all apps.

In the center of the icon is a white octagon neatly cut at four diagonal vertices.Below the icon are two simple English words.

Chase Mobile.

Chase Bank?
Han Yi frowned slightly. Since he came to the United States to study in 2012, he has only used Wells Fargo Bank.

This time, he clicked in without a text prompt.

User ID, login password... If there is a second person on the scene at this time, he will definitely think that Han Yi is practicing some kind of street magic.Because, Han Yi's hand was hanging in the air, without even moving, the keyboard automatically entered all the information.

As the Enter key is pressed, the App jumps to the main user interface.

Chase Bank's mobile app design is very simple, with a sapphire blue background color and an ivory white function bar, with only a few messages written:

[Good morning, Yi]
[2016 2, 29]
[Chase Private Bank Transaction Account (6102)]
[$52, available balance]
[JP Morgan Wealth Management Account (3880)]
[$133, available balance]
　I have modified the performance of the system that everyone thinks is inappropriate. I apologize to everyone here. In fact, there is no intelligent part of the system in the future. Please rest assured to watch it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)