He felt dizzy and groggy. His eyelids opened heavily and he saw a luxuriously decorated roof. He was lying on a classic European bed. The bedroom was very big and the decorations around him were quite luxurious. There were some posters of celebrities on the wall. After a quick identification, he only recognized one person, the God of Music of Xiang City," Xu Guanjie."
What's going on? Aren't I on my way to the client's company? The night before, he had been busy working on a proposal for a client. He had smoked two packs of cigarettes and drank a bottle of Red Bull.
It was a sharp pain in his head. It hurt. It was too painful. He hit his head with his hand and rolled on the bed. Cold sweat had soaked his entire body. It seemed like half a century had passed before his head began to stop hurting and gradually ease up…
His eyes became spirited, and the expression on his face slowly became interesting. There was joy, confusion, sorrow, and finally, it turned into laughter.
The pain just now was a result of a huge amount of memories being injected into his brain. Ni Shixiao was 16 years old this year, and his parents were both dead.
His father, Ni Qian, started from scratch and had an elder brother whom he was unwilling to mention. His mother, Li Yunxiang, was from a branch of the Li family in Xiang City. She was the niece of the current head of the family.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Ni Shixiao's parents 'death. The Host was so sad that she drank too much and died in bed.
Ni Shixiao got up from the bed and carefully avoided the wine bottles and the wine stains on the floor. He walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He had dark circles under his eyes, a sallow complexion, and long gray hair. He looked like a typical beatle, and there was a large earring on his ear. He looked dispirited, obviously drunk, but he was still a little handsome.
After washing up, he walked out of the bathroom and went to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom. He pulled open the curtains, and his eyes turned white. The strong sunlight shone on Ni Shixiao's face. It was already past noon.
He opened the sliding glass door and walked to the balcony. He took a deep breath. The air was fresh. There were lush forests outside the villa. He could see Victoria Harbor in the distance. This was the legendary Mid-Mountain.
He thanked the Taoist patriarch in his heart. He had transmigrated. A mediocre white-collar worker who had exhausted his last drop of energy to fill his stomach in 2019 had transmigrated to a rich second-generation heir who had money, food, and connections. He had no parents, no siblings, and it was a promising era, 1980.
Ni Shixiao's father swam here with his older brother. They started working hard at the dock and later became the boss's secretary. His older brother, on the other hand, went on a different path of no return. They parted ways because of their different ideals, and they never contacted each other again.
His parents had gotten into a car accident on their way home from a visit to the Lee Family and died on the spot. Ni Shixiao didn't understand it in the past, but now that he was in the year 2019, he realized that the car accident was intriguing. It seemed that he had to investigate it in the future.
He was currently in a mansion halfway up the mountain. The building occupied a large area. The main building was a five-story Gothic style building. The walls surrounded a huge courtyard with a tennis court, swimming pool, half a basketball court, and fitness facilities.
There was also a small building next to it for the servants to stay and store their sundries. There was also a large parking garage. If this house was placed in 2019, it would be impossible to buy it without a few billion yuan. Moreover, the houses here could not be bought with money. One had to have status.
The family's funds were all in the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank. Ever since his parents died, the family's business had been unable to continue. Fortunately, the Li Group had helped him by selling the company. After selling the company and adding on the savings from before, there should be less than 200 million left in the bank. Ni Shixiao was still a teenager after all, and he had squandered tens of millions of yuan on drinking and gambling in the past two years.
When Ni Shixiao was sorting out the memories in his mind, knocking sounds were heard on the door and the sound of " Young Master, it's time to eat " could be heard.
According to his memory, the person outside should be Aunt Huang. Aunt Huang was less than 40 years old this year. She was very charming and had a good figure. Her face did not have any traces of age. She was brought here by the defeated soldiers who fled to Xiang City back then. She had good martial arts.
Ni Shixiao replied,"I'm coming down right away." He spoke Cantonese as soon as he left the room, instead of the Mandarin that he had used for decades. He had inherited his memory and even his language talent.
'I'll be Ni Shixiao from now on,' she thought to herself.'I'll live a good and wonderful life for you after I occupy your body. I won't let God down.'
After all, this kind of thing often happened in novels, and the probability of being picked was even lower. Now, he had joined the world's most mysterious organization, the Feilu Orphanage.
Ni Shixiao tidied himself up and calmed himself down. He suppressed his unnecessary guilt and went downstairs. There was a middle-aged woman in a plain cheongsam on the first floor. She looked dignified and charming.
Ni Shixiao suddenly thought of a scene." Spring in Jiangnan. Misty rain. A graceful woman holding an umbrella, wearing a plain cheongsam, with her neck raised high, and a slightly sad gaze. She seemed to be deep in thought as she strolled in the rain…"
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