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The Third Game:Yun Hai City 3

The sweltering summer night surrendered to a torrential downpour. Raindrops, carrying a hint of coolness, drifted through the window, offering a brief respite from the oppressive heat.

Wen Nannan stood by the window, letting the rain wash over her face as she closed her eyes and savored the rare moment of tranquility.

However, the peace was short-lived. The wind howled, rattling the old windows, while outside, tree branches and trash danced wildly in the rain.

The storm seemed like nature's release from three months of stifling heat.

Rainwater gathered into raging torrents, cascading down the eaves with a deafening roar. The corrugated iron roof reverberated under the onslaught of the downpour.

By dawn, the storm had finally subsided. The streets were a scene of chaos, strewn with broken branches, toppled streetlights and billboards, and shattered glass.

Traffic was at a standstill, and sanitation workers and bulldozers struggled to clear a path for vehicles.

The sky hung low and heavy, casting an oppressive yellowish hue over everything.

On the small TV screen in the supermarket, the morning news was broadcast.

After three months of drought, Yunhai City finally received a much-needed downpour. Experts predicted another round of heavy rain in the coming days and advised citizens and tourists to take precautions.

Inside the supermarket, customers huddled together for shelter from the rain, discussing the previous night's events.

"The branches broken by the heavy rain crushed my car," a man complained.

"What's there to complain about? Look at how expensive air conditioners were just a few days ago, and they were still hard to find. If the weather had continued like that, who could have endured it?" an elderly woman retorted.

"But this kind of storm is dangerous too. There's water everywhere," a young woman said worriedly.

Wen Nannan stood to the side, listening to their conversation and lost in thought. After three months of drought, a torrential downpour seemed almost inevitable.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The rain resumed with even greater intensity.

Wen Nannan watched the sheets of rain outside, a strange feeling stirred within her. She realized that this storm was more than just a change in the weather; it was an omen.

After work, Wen Nannan took her newly earned salary and went to the rain gear store again.

The store was packed, business was booming. The shop's rental billboard has been replaced with a special price of 46 yuan for umbrellas.

In addition to the regular customers, two black vans were parked outside the store.

Men in overalls were loading large, sealed boxes from the store onto the vans, while a group of bodyguards in suits and sunglasses stood guard.

Wen Nannan swallowed hard and waited for the vans to leave before entering the store.

"My dear, you're back again? What can I get for you this time?" the owner greeted her warmly.

"Do you still have any waterproof pants, rain boots, and raincoats? I'd like to buy a few more sets," Wen Nannan asked.

"We do, but they're more expensive than before," the owner said with a smug grin. "But since you're a regular customer, I can give you a discount."

And so, Wen Nannan bought another set of rain boots, rain pants, and a raincoat.

Her wallet was growing increasingly empty, making her deeply understand the saying, "You don't realize the value of money until you need it."

She couldn't resist looking up at the sky and wishing that she could trade her good luck for an inexhaustible supply of money for her favorite game.

But then she thought better of it. Money could be earned again, but luck was something you couldn't afford to lose.

Wen Nannan made a "receiving" gesture towards the sky, and at that instant, a clap of thunder exploded overhead, startling her.

"Just kidding, just kidding," Wen Nannan said hurriedly, holding her rain gear over her head as she ran towards her humble abode.

"Please don't take it seriously, considering that my grandfather burns incense for you on the first and fifteenth of every lunar month."