A 10,000-fold Increase System, Picking Up Garbage and Becoming a Technology Giant

64: Chapter 64: Half a lifetime of grudges vanished with the wind; a high-temperature tile determined the fate of the world!The morning sun had just risen, and the sky was already bright. Wang Defu was hunched over in the underground Panshi Factory, checking the equipment list. His calloused fingers rustled across the pages. Just as all the equipment was set and the machines began to start up, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

An unfamiliar number.

Frowning, he answered, ”Hello, who is this?”

The factory was a bit noisy, so Wang Defu walked outside.

”Is this Mr. Wang Defu?” The voice on the other end was somewhat cold. ”I regret to inform you that your brother, Wang Deshun, suffered a sudden heart attack in prison last night. Despite resuscitation efforts, he passed away. Please come to the Municipal Public Security Bureau as soon as possible to complete the necessary procedures.”

”...”

He froze on the spot, a buzzing sound filling his ears as if countless flies were swarming. The urging voice from the phone sounded muffled and indistinct, as if filtered through thick cotton.

Dead?

That good-for-nothing, deceitful brother who had turned the family upside down and ended up behind bars... was just gone like that?

Over the years, he had gritted his teeth countless times in the dead of night, imagining the scene of Wang Deshun’s death. Yet, when truly faced with it, his heart clenched. A sour, astringent, clogged feeling, mixed with an indescribable emptiness—a turbulent mix of emotions surged within him.

”Hello? Mr. Wang, are you still there?”

”Yes... yes,” Wang Defu’s voice was terribly hoarse. ”I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, his legs gave way. He staggered, nearly falling. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes vacant as he stared outside, his whole being seeming to have had its soul sucked out.

”Uncle Wang?”

Lin Hao’s voice came from behind. He had just come downstairs and saw Wang Defu’s devastated state. He hurried over, reaching out to support the man’s teetering body. ”What’s wrong? You look awful!”

Wang Defu slowly turned his head. The light hadn’t yet returned to his eyes. His lips moved a few times before he managed to squeeze out the words: ”That bastard Wang Deshun... is dead. I have to go to the police station to handle the paperwork.”

His tone was very calm, without a ripple of emotion.

”I’ll take you!” Without a second thought, Lin Hao grabbed his arm to support him. ”Wait here, I’ll get the car keys!”

He rushed to the office. Chen Fan was organizing the parameter sheets for the heavy truck Amplification. Lin Hao, panting, explained the situation. Chen Fan’s hand, holding the pen, paused.

Having spent so much time with Wang Defu, he knew the man’s nature well—outwardly stubborn, but soft-hearted inside. No matter how despicable Wang Deshun was, he was still a blood brother. With death, the lamp is extinguished; all enmity should dissipate like smoke.

”Go,” Chen Fan looked up, his voice steady. ”Drive carefully on the way. Call me if anything happens.”

———

1:00 PM. The sun was blazing.

The outdoor area of the Fanxing Factory was scorching hot, the air carrying the smell of engine oil and dust. Thirty heavy-duty trucks were neatly lined up, varying in age, awaiting the command to awaken them.

Chen Fan wore a set of dark gray work clothes, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He walked to the first truck, placed his hand on its cool body, and closed his eyes.

This was a directed, high-intensity Amplification, far more mentally taxing than random enhancements.

One, two, three... Sweat trickled down from his temples, dripping onto the scorching ground. The back of his work clothes was long soaked through, clinging tightly to his body, outlining the contours of his spine.

Lin Hao stood to the side, not daring to breathe heavily.

This wasn’t his first time seeing Chen Fan perform this miraculous ability, but every time he witnessed it firsthand, his heart still raced uncontrollably. That seemingly effortless raising of a hand could completely transform an ordinary heavy truck. This near-divine method never failed to shock him anew.

As the last truck’s body flashed with a faint golden light, Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes and let out a long, heavy breath.

Beads of sweat densely covered his forehead, trickling down along his jawline.

”Fan Zi!” Lin Hao quickly stepped forward, handing over a bottle of the prepared Mind-Clearing, Spirit-Stabilizing Water. ”Drink some, quick. Catch your breath.”