My wife is the stand-in.

Is "Douwu" a case of a big company bullying its customers?! They're hoarding good talent and not giving users a fair chance to bid!?

"Damn it! I'll smash you all to pieces!"

Countless HR professionals, driven to the brink of baldness and dark circles by KPIs, gritted their teeth, picked up their keyboards, pulled out their phones, and launched an angry verbal attack on the customer service ladies.

The customer service team for "Douwu" was suddenly facing a shortage of manpower.

"We really don't hold any information back."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it was our mistake."

"I'm sorry, we will handle it as soon as possible."

Apologies echoed throughout the room; an outsider might have thought they'd stumbled into Japan. The customer service staff in their cubicles, eyes red-rimmed, forced themselves to apologize in gentle voices as they typed, their resentment filling the entire floor.

And the culprit behind all this, Amanosaki, was innocently squatting to the side, observing the ants moving house in the riverbank bushes.

In fact, as soon as he and Granny Tang crossed the river, the knights carefully arranged for them to stay in the rest room by the roadside leading to the entrance of the Three Lecture Hall.

Reinforcements from the Sanjiang Hall are on their way, and he can go back to the hall with them to rest. Besides, Lin Shuyu and the transport team are still on their way, so there's really no need to rush.

Especially when everyone learned that Yubaba's ability was Amanosaki's, the envy and respect on the faces of the knights became even more evident.

It is said that people are only jealous of those who are slightly better than themselves, and they don't feel much real jealousy towards those who are far superior to them.

Amanosaki is so young, his future achievements will almost certainly surpass those of an old man, and becoming a top-level master is a foregone conclusion.

That is, assuming he is not dead.

The knights didn't expect to get any useful training methods from the young man Amanosaki. After leaving some hot tea and dried fruit, they returned to their posts.

Thanks to the lightning bolts summoned by Granny Yu's magic, the giant rocks along the riverbank are now riddled with holes, many of them accidentally damaged, and some have been shattered into dust.

These giant rocks were meticulously crafted by the master who controls the rocky land, specifically to block the four-clawed scale fish and prevent the heroes from being overwhelmed by the fish's sheer numbers. Now, the defense line has leaked quite a bit. Before leaving the rest room, the hero in charge of this section of the river gently suggested to Amanosaki that he should restrain his supernatural abilities better next time and that there was no need to go so far.

Amanosaki could only manage a forced smile and nod without saying a word.

'She's beyond my control.'

Amanosaki sighed helplessly as he changed the terrain the ants had been traversing for the umpteenth time, disrupting their migration.

'Anyone who plays games knows that summoners aren't necessarily stronger than their pets. How could I, a summoner-type swordsman, possibly command her? After all, I'm summoning my girlfriend.'

Granny Yu took a sip of tea, swallowed it with a frown, and then put the teacup aside.

These knights-errant did all the hard labor, and the tea they drank was incredibly strong, almost like Chinese medicine. The tea leaves were of poor quality and far from meeting Granny Yu's drinking standards.

"What are you muttering about me?"

Yubaba lit a cigarette and shouted at Amanosaki, who looked like a child.

Amanosaki quickly stood up. "It's nothing."

He glanced at the teacup that still had a lot left and laughed, "Is the tea bad? My mom did the same thing before my college entrance exam. She would boil a pinch of tea over high heat for eight minutes, adding honeysuckle and chrysanthemum to reduce the heat. The tea was as black as Bao Zheng's face. After drinking a big bowl, my mouth would taste bitter for half a day, but I would feel energized for a whole day and would have to go to the toilet three or four times."

"Should I go and change it for you? There should be some good privately collected tea in the dam."

The crystal cane pressed down on Amanosaki's hand, and Yubaba shook her head: "No need, I'm asking if you saw my actions clearly just now."

Amanosaki scratched his head sheepishly, "I think I saw about half of it clearly."

"How much is half?" Granny Tang exhaled smoke, her face as stern as a middle school homeroom teacher.

Amanosaki couldn't keep up the act any longer, and he answered truthfully: "I only saw the beginning clearly, and I only had a vague feeling about the rest."

His shy, downcast look resembled that of a student being scolded.

"You really are something."

Granny Yu rolled her eyes, took off the two pigeon-egg-shaped gemstone rings from her little finger and ring finger, and with a swipe of her finger across the gemstones, the two gemstones turned blue.

"Rin Tohsaka's treasure chest disappeared with her, and the base material that Amber promised you is on its way. Both of these gems are worth over seven figures, and I have already changed their base with witchcraft. The Tohsaka family's magic theory believes that the light of gems is a simplified magic mark, which is why gems are used to store magic power. The gem light of this sapphire is most compatible with your magic attribute, so take it for self-defense."

He tossed over two seven-figure sums, saying, "Don't worry, I've solidified both of these gems; they won't disappear."

Amanosaki hurriedly caught the gem, inwardly exclaiming how convenient witchcraft was: "I knew Tom would care about me the most."

As he spoke, he grinned and pointed to Yubaba's other hand, which was adorned with eight jewels: "But two jewels can only be used twice. If I encounter a formidable enemy, I might just be in trouble. Why don't you give me the other eight as well?"

Looking at Amanosaki's shameless appearance, Yubaba laughed angrily. She said with a laugh, "Fine, if you can last two minutes against me, I'll give you eighty, eight hundred, let alone eighty."

"You!" Granny Yu patted her young boyfriend's hand. "You're just starting out, and this is the time when you're figuring out how to make the most of every bit of your strength. The more I give you, the more I'll harm you."

Amanosaki nodded, thinking to himself, "I was just saying it to amuse you. If you took it seriously, I wouldn't accept it."

'Hmm, I'll take two for self-defense... and two more to sell, then I won't have to work anymore and can have more time to cultivate.'

"Be careful not to become a spineless and despised man by relying so much on women."

Granny Yu, her voice thick with the weariness of life, chuckled as she made her sarcastic remarks.

Amanosaki was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

Is it wrong to rely on women?

His special ability is women.

Isn't it the knight-errant himself who relies on his supernatural abilities?

Therefore, his actions were not only not wrong, but also a righteous act of chivalry.

Then Amanosaki also laughed, his tone unusually cheerful:

"Times have changed, Tom. Men and women are equal now, and stay-at-home dads are part of society too. After we get married, I'll wash my hands of cooking and taking care of my wife and children, so my wife can go out and be the boss."

"Won't you regret it?"

"It's always good to help with digestion after a meal."

So the two of them laughed even more heartily.

They sat in the lounge, the fragrant river and rising mist outside the window creating a scene reminiscent of an old married couple waiting for the rain to stop in a farmhouse, chatting about everything under the sun.

Until two high beams pierced the fog, the sound of car engines drowned out the sound of the waterfall, a convoy of jeeps sped off the road, roughly crushing stones as they came to a stop on the riverbank.

The car door was pushed open with a bang, the lock was broken, and a two-meter-tall bald man, wrapped in bandages stained with blood, stepped out of the driver's seat with a cigar in his mouth.

"Damn, it smells so good!"

The voice was strangely familiar. Amanosaki, who was in the lounge, heard it, jumped up, and hurried to the door.

He saw the burly man's back and asked tentatively, incredulously:

"Li Junzi?"

The man with the cigar immediately turned around, his insect-like compound eyes piercing through the thick fog and locking onto Amanosaki, then his eyes returned to human form, filled with both surprise and delight:

"Brother! What are you doing here?"

Chapter 51: Simps are really awesome

He stepped out of the car with a swagger, the bandage around his neck sticking up slightly above his camouflage vest. Just moments before, Li Junzi had been looking down on people like a lion, but upon spotting Amanosaki, he immediately turned into a cat, even lowering his voice considerably.

Amanosaki, both surprised and delighted, punched Li Junzi, saying, "I should be the one saying that! What are you doing here? And you've become a leader, and it's only been a few days!"

If we do the math, Amanosaki fought Mr. Chili yesterday, so his fight with JK and Li Junzi was the day before yesterday.

How did this kid get to Sanjiang in less than two days?

"It's all your fault."

Upon hearing this, Li Junzi clutched his elbow joint, feeling somewhat aggrieved. "After my sister-in-law broke my bone, the teacher gave me a severe scolding, saying that he had been too kind to me and that I couldn't even last a single round against a young girl. Then he sent me to the Sanjiang Hall to train me properly."

"Isn't this a good thing? You haven't even debuted yet, but the debut battle is being held here. You'll be in both live streams, and your fans will definitely grow very quickly." Amano Saki thought to himself that as expected of Amber Master's apprentice, he didn't need any underhanded tactics. He only needed to rely on the information advantage brought by his position to widen the gap with other trainee knights.

Based on Amanosaki's experience as a master swordsman, those self-taught swordsmen, before their debut battles, would do volunteer work in city communities or small towns, spending several years winning the favor of local residents, and then using this goodwill to exchange for a few interviews with TV stations and online self-media.

Having gained a little local fame, they began eagerly anticipating some foolish evil spirits and heretics entering the city to devour people.

In some places where the competition among martial arts heroes is so fierce, it has even reached the point where people are happy to fight. Seven or eight martial arts heroes, just like the streamers in my previous life who went to check in at popular tourist attractions, lined up to fight monsters.

This absurd "war" became the debut battle for these chivalrous heroes.

They would hang up their paintings, which they had bought from the Master Scholar, next to the corpses of the heretics, as promotional posters, thus beginning their muddled battles as apprentice knights.

Undoubtedly, this is extremely inefficient and relies heavily on luck.

There are fewer demons in human settlements, but more in remote mountains and abandoned towns. However, the former has a larger audience, while the latter has a smaller audience.

Apart from a few extremely adventurous and fearless heroes who are willing to start their own live streams in the wild, most people honestly wait for an opportunity.

Among them were many skilled martial artists, but they were born late, and the resources available to the common people had already been largely taken over by their predecessors.

These people can only endure the daily grind of community service.

For places like the Sanjiang Reservoir, which are considered "factories for thieves," not just anyone can easily obtain relevant information and access to such resources.

Even those martial arts heroes who have already entered the 'factory' will deliberately help cover up the news in order to increase their chances of appearing in the live broadcast room as much as possible.

Unless you're a long-time viewer or veteran player who's been following "Douwu" for over a decade, this kind of low-profile livestream, which has now been reduced to providing recruitment opportunities for conglomerates, is indeed not very well-known among the general public.

To be frank, it's just a small circle.

But even within this small circle, it's a rare and highly sought-after opportunity for aspiring martial arts masters.

After all, not everyone has the incredible luck of Iron-Blooded Train Hero, who can stumble upon a demon in town and become famous without even bringing a promotional poster.

But Li Junzi seemed to find the job unsatisfactory.

So Amanosaki rolled his eyes at the burly man in front of him. It wasn't just him rolling his eyes; it represented the contempt he had seen from the seemingly glamorous but actually poor and miserable trainees in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and countless martial arts groups when he was desperately trying to make money in previous years.

Lu Xun said that silence is the highest form of contempt.

That glance was a casual expression of disdain for Li Junzi's Versailles-like demeanor.

That one glance had the distinct feeling of looking at a class enemy.

At this moment, Yubaba's thoughts intruded into Amanosaki's mind, who was currently conducting a class struggle session against Li Junzi:

'Give me back those two seven-figure gemstones you're clutching first, then you can call yourself proletarian, okay?'

Amanosaki's Byakugan instantly crumbled, and he retorted angrily, "Tom! You ruined my plan! I thought I was almost at the point of mastering the Hyuga clan's highest bloodline limit, the Byakugan!"

"I think you've grasped the true essence of the characters in Lu Xun's works; you're quite adept at that self-deceptive Ah Q routine."

The two of them stood outside and sat inside, exchanging barbs through their thoughts.