What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 38 I'm not going.
"Not bad, it seems I've successfully won you over."

Xia Qing looked at the bald man who used to look exactly like her and was now shouting about honest business practices. Although she didn't necessarily have much sincerity in it, she still found it somewhat amusing.

"Alright, we'll take it back. You can name your price, but if you're going to do business, then do business. Don't try to cheat people out of their money or renege on your debts again."

"No problem, I promise to teach him a good lesson."

The bald man wasn't a great person, but he was surprisingly loyal to his friends. While stopping the bald man, he directly scanned the code and paid for Xia Qing's meal himself.

Why are you pulling me like that?!

"What are you doing? If I hadn't grabbed you, you'd be lying on the ground right now! Do you think my stall went bankrupt? This guy's a professional darts player, he can injure people with a leaf, see this wound on my eyelid? It's like something out of a martial arts novel..."

After Xia Qing left, the two immediately started a heated argument.

But that has nothing to do with him.

+2400￥.

Ducks are much cheaper than geese, so Baldy's price is definitely overstated by the market price.

"Not bad, at least we've made two more big wins."

Xia Qing was fairly satisfied.

When you have plenty of money, you don't realize it, but once you're short of money, even the smallest thing becomes a source of income.

Besides, I wasn't really that rich for more than two days.

At least you can use the "spend a fortune" trick twice.

This finally gives us some confidence and leverage for tomorrow's trip.

Moreover, the Demon-Slaying Golden Light that costs a fortune is an attached energy and is not restricted to being used only on darts.

He could easily enchant the Fangtian Halberd.

The super sharpness and demon-dispelling effect brought by the golden light of demon-dispelling magic, combined with the already sharp and powerful halberd, is definitely a perfect match.

"It's not that easy to become famous. The idea of ​​going viral just by posting a video is simply not true."

Xia Qing took a moment to take out her phone and glance at the video she had posted.

I posted it on several platforms, but there was basically no response.

After all, there are many talented people in the world, but whether someone becomes popular online depends either on their methods of generating traffic or on luck.

Some people can become famous even if they do nothing, or even steal and go to jail.

Some people, no matter how talented, go unnoticed, while others share their stories and they become incredibly popular, yet they themselves remain unknown.

Since it was a move that was unlikely to yield any immediate results, Xia Qing wasn't too discouraged. She put away her phone and wandered around the neighborhood again.

However, the park square is not large, with only a few stalls, and those that are there are not ring toss games.

Moreover, if people are doing business properly, Xia Qing doesn't want to just grab anyone and cause them trouble.

In the end, having gained nothing else, he simply started practicing various 'martial arts' with the old men here.

The next day.

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!
Early in the morning, before Xia Qing's increasingly disciplined biological clock had even woken up, he was awakened by the sound of a message notification on his phone under his pillow.

Fortunately, thanks to the conditioning he received through Tai Chi, he was full of energy and vitality.

When I took out my phone, I was surprised to see it was Chen Nuonuo.

I exchanged contact information with them when we made a bet using titanium cards last time, but we haven't been in touch since.

It's rather unusual that he took the initiative to send a message today.

Surely they can't be here to collect debts, right?
Chen Nuonuo: [Image][Image] Is this you?

Chen Nuonuo: It must be you, right? Wow, you're exaggerating! You even use cookies?

Chen Nuonuo: Hehe, I helped you promote yourself in the circle, you're famous now, you're welcome.

Xia Qing clicked on it and took a look.

It turned out that Chen Nuonuo had taken screenshots of several videos he posted, and judging from the background, it seemed to be from a video-sharing website with bullet comments. In the era of big data, and given Chen Nuonuo's interest in darts, it's not surprising that he was featured there.

To Xia Qing's surprise, the play count was quite high, exceeding 800,000.

Xia: Thank you.

After giving a polite reply, Xia Qing immediately opened the video she had posted on that website.

The video content is actually quite simple; it just involves casually throwing various objects as darts.

He didn't bother to prepare anything, so he just threw away whatever he had on hand, from broken chair legs to chopsticks, toothpicks, playing cards, and business cards.

Even casually folded paper airplanes, leftover cookies, cold medicine with an unknown expiration date, crushed ice from the refrigerator, etc.

These may seem harmless, but when thrown skillfully, they can be quite powerful. In his hands, having mastered the art of throwing money darts, they are no different from weapons.

In the video, he calmly named each item, then casually tossed them out, each one easily driven into a wooden board with a clanging sound.

The video's comments section was filled with "Holy crap!"

After all, he was young and uneducated, relying entirely on his knowledge to get by.

Ignoring the dense barrage of "Holy crap," Xia Qing also noticed some interesting comments.

"Officer: Have you found the murder weapon? Forensic doctor: Yes, it's a leaf-shaped biscuit, a paper airplane, oh, and a cold medicine pill..."

"King Yama: Tell me! How did you die?! Me: I was stabbed to death by a paper airplane. King Yama: ???"

"Officer, look at him! Is this reasonable?! I strongly request that this guy's purchase of playing cards be registered from now on!"

"And sunflower seeds, peanuts, cookies, playing cards, nails... Suddenly I feel like the world I live in is so dangerous."

"Toothpick? I didn't mind you calling me a toothpick before, but what should you call me now? Call me Rain of Pear Blossom Needles!"

"Pfft."

Even Xia Qing couldn't help but chuckle when she saw these comments, secretly marveling at how talented this generation of netizens truly were.

Unfortunately, there was no news about the Tai Chi Chuan practice that was highly anticipated.

"Is it that simple words on the internet aren't enough to show off in public? Or is the task too simple and lacking in a sense of accomplishment?"

Xia Qing pondered the reason.

He wanted to ask Tai Chi directly, but this guy wouldn't admit that he liked to show off in front of others; he always called himself a martial arts master.

After all, the more someone likes to show off in front of others, the less likely they are to admit it. If they are exposed, it's not a show of skill, but simply an awkward act of putting on an act.

However, it's not difficult to deduce the problem by looking at the cause from the effect.

Seeing only written comments is obviously completely different from the effect of actually performing a miracle in front of people.

From his own perspective, he felt a little smug watching those comments, but it was obviously a different experience from actually showing off in front of others.

Besides, he is, after all, a 'martial arts master'. Showing off is something that is glorious enough and brings a sense of accomplishment.

Simply making videos to show off is obviously too bland and deliberate, and it's not something that makes people feel accomplished or proud.

It's more like street performances and busking.

Regardless, since it was useless, Xia Qing didn't care much about it anymore.

At most, I'll try it occasionally to see if I can get the account up and running and earn some advertising revenue, but it will take a long time to see results.

"Viper: Don't forget today's operation. Meet at the designated location at 11 PM tonight. I'll send you the address later."

Just as I was about to put my phone away for my morning exercise, I received another message from an unknown number, but it was marked as Viper.

"Hide your head and show your tail."

Xia Qing glanced at it, her expression unchanged, but she also edited a text message and sent it over.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm not planning to go."

(End of this chapter)