Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!

But the Extraordinary Island Company is not short of talent, right?

Recently they’ve been oppressed by the crazy Xue Huiyi.

Xue Huiyi’s incarceration helped a bit, but it didn’t improve much; the Xue Family’s influence still persists.

Their team is taking action.

Aside from Extraordinary Island, no one on Capital Star truly dares to compete with the Xue Family.

"I was too impulsive back then, sorry to you all." Wei Buxing felt guilty toward his companions, but he had to consider the future. Many here have families, the old company once ensured livelihood for families without question.

Yet, they followed him in leaving without hesitation; this friendship is something Wei Burli doesn’t wish to betray.

However, they’ve persisted for over a month now. Developing their own game just isn’t working; their funds are too limited, they’re unable to attract investment.

The money in the hands of the workers can be counted, unable to sustain at all.

They refuse to sell their plans or games, so they have no choice but to seek affiliation with a large company.

"Boss, let’s go to Extraordinary Island."

"It doesn’t accept teams."

"That’s understandable, Extraordinary Island is under technical protection; it’s impossible to accept studios. Anyway, we’re not really even a studio now. Even getting a few people in would be good. I’ve heard the benefits and environment are quite nice, we don’t need to work overtime frequently, very suitable for those of you who are married."

"That old company kept us busy year-round, wages just enough to sustain families. At Extraordinary Island, we wouldn’t need to work overtime to earn high salaries. It’s rare to have such an opportunity; get in first and then discuss."

"Yes, boss, others wish for interview opportunities here. You’ve gotten us a chance, so let’s try it; maybe we’ll all get in."

Wei Burli’s subordinates urged him convincingly.

Wei Burli looked at their earnest faces and said, "Alright, let’s go tomorrow."

"Great, even if we don’t get in, we’ll get a sense of what kind of talent Extraordinary Island truly needs."

The team is apprehensive, but there’s no opposition, and they feel relieved as the economic pressure lessens.

At night, beneath the red lights and green wine of the streets, many vendors are weaving through the narrow alleys. One of Wei Burli’s subordinates bypasses a general store and returns home.

The child at home is watching a video blankly, while his wife has prepared the meal. He happily shares with his wife the news of tomorrow’s interview at Extraordinary Island.

"Indeed, you were right. Suggesting the boss contact Su Xiaocai was the correct choice; only she can appreciate our ideas."

His wife’s eyes flashed with an unusual light as she pressed his shoulders gently, "I’ll help prepare your clothes for tomorrow, you should take a bath."

"Sure, you’re always so thoughtful."

The man passes by his son, and the son grabs his hand, "Dad, I want to bathe too."

The son is wearing pajamas, carrying the fragrance of post-bath, why does he want to bathe again?

"Go to bed." The woman suddenly turned, speaking harshly.

The child clenched his fist stubbornly, staring at the man.

The man protected the child, "Why suddenly scold him so? It’s just a bath, come, let’s go for another wash."

The child hurriedly followed the man into the bathroom, waiting for the sound of running water.

He tightened his grip on the man’s hand, nervously looking around, and mustered the courage to say, "Dad, quickly call the police. Mom came home late the day before yesterday, yelled at me for no reason; she’s not my mom anymore."

The man’s hand brushed against the child’s forehead, smiling, "You’ve been watching too many mystery movies, daring to make stories about your mom."

The child panicked, speaking quickly, "I’m not lying, mom joined a religion before. I’m young but I understand; those religions shouldn’t be trusted. Mom went to a gathering that day, then I had classmates help me check it out; someone died on the other side of the deserted villa area."

The child is seven years old; his age and cognition are not aligned. Some mature early and already understand right from wrong.

The school he attends is one of the top elementary schools on Capital Star.

His imagination was rich; he thought mom must have been killed, someone replaced her, otherwise she wouldn’t have changed.

The man was surprised by the child’s logical speech, but he didn’t think his wife had been replaced; most likely she was the same wife, but influenced by religion, a personality change was very possible.

"Do you know how long your mom has been involved in that religion now?"

"Two or three months?" The child counted on his fingers.

It’s been so long, right at the period he changed jobs and was busy with work.

He asked his son about the specific changes in his wife.

"Mom became increasingly late picking me up, doesn’t like me watching mecha matches, says it’s showy, and wants me to pray with her during meals."

"What’s the prayer text?"

The child scratched his head, having not listened attentively, stumbling through the words, "The omniscient God loves people, thank you for providing food..."