System experience officer

Han Zifeng unloaded a lot of antiques this time, telling the government the size of the space so they could prepare items accordingly. This was a much more profitable deal for the government than any other transaction; after all, even the company selling compressed biscuits was essentially a state-owned enterprise.

Satisfied with the goods received, Zi Feng suddenly remembered something and asked the Doomsday System: "By the way, does your shop have a stockpile? That is, I can fill the shop myself in this world, and then continue to fill it in the next world when I have the chance."

The Doomsday System said speechlessly, "You've exploited a bug again. I'll report it."

Zi Feng rolled her eyes and said, "Fine." She entered the original group and said to the first person, "First person, come and update my doomsday system."

The first question that came to mind was: "What's being updated?"

Zi Feng described it as follows: "Simply put, the things I buy in the first world can be put directly into the store, and then I can take them out and use them directly in the second world. Since it's a doomsday system, isn't storing resources necessary?"

At first glance, it seemed reasonable, especially since it was something relatively wealthy people would do. But then he thought, "Wait a minute, what's the difference between this and unlimited shopping?"

Zifeng complained: "First, you need to be rich. Second, it needs to be like a game, with a limit on the inventory and the number of items per slot. You can also make a profit from the price difference. The main thing is to collect resources in a wealthy world, and you can also open templates for collecting weapons, etc. Of course, the price of what you collect yourself will be different from what is sold in the store. It should be quite easy to create an update template, right?"

She continued, "Besides, I have ten worlds here. If a mission taker were to get such a system, how would they survive if they didn't save up a lot?"

First, I thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense, okay then."

Zi Feng paused for a moment and said, "By the way, as a mission taker, I should say this: refuse the proceeds of illegal and criminal activities, right? After all, if everyone buys things for free like me, it will not only make things difficult for the country, but the reputation of the system world will also be bad. Anyway, I, the destroyer of the world, don't have a good reputation, so it doesn't matter. Can you all be indifferent too?"

The first person to be addressed should take a deep breath, then another, and say, "Okay, I've got it sorted out. The rules must be perfect."

Soon, the Doomsday System refreshed on Zi Feng's side. Zi Feng was very satisfied and gave all the containers she had piled up to the system. Then she started to sweep through the rest of the items. Fortunately, because of the arena incident, the Hu family still gave her a sum of money, which Zi Feng did not hesitate to spend.

With a nanny by her side, she got genuine products directly from the source. As for not having enough money, that was not an issue. On the second day of her shopping spree, the nanny gave her a black card, saying she could use it as she pleased.

So now, Zifeng's buyback window is overflowing with all sorts of things, even delicacies like roast duck. Zifeng was very satisfied and, in return, launched another round of zero-yuan purchases. Then, she promptly handed it over to the government, essentially exchanging it for money.

Her zero-yuan purchases were truly indiscriminate; weapons and all sorts of things were on her shopping list. Since they were all going directly to the government and there wouldn't be any problems afterward, and feeling she had prepared enough, Zifeng decided to move on to the next store.

But at this moment, the eldest brother of the Hu family made a dazzling appearance, and his first words were: "Do you want to inherit the Hu family, so you asked Father to cancel my position as president?"

Zi Feng was completely bewildered. After a moment of silence, she asked the all-knowing nanny beside her, "Sister Qi, could you translate what he said into something I can understand? What happened to the Hu family? How does it have anything to do with me?"

Sister Qi: "Wait, let me check." Soon, he said with a complicated expression: "Due to the reasons of your parents, your father gave the right to inherit the current company to your younger brother."

Zifeng pointed at her elder brother and said, "So, what does he mean by contacting me? This kind of thing isn't within the scope of wishes. Seriously, can't you make wishes more reliable? What does this have to do with us gods?"

The elder brother said, "If I give it to my younger brother, what can he possibly accomplish?"

Zi Feng complained, "He's a legitimate member of the Hu family, but his own father isn't. Anyway, the accounts are a mess. And there are quite a few illegitimate children like that too. Let me give you another lesson: I'm a deity, a deity! Do you know how much incense money my temple receives every day?"

She rolled her eyes at her older brother and said, "Seriously, it's easy to live a life of eating, drinking, and having fun from the moment you open your eyes, okay? Besides, I don't plan to stay here for long. Once this world stabilizes, I'll go back to heaven, okay? There are still a lot of things to do up there. What do I care about things like your family fortune that you can't even sort out? If you really gave it to me, I'd donate it all to your country's money, okay?"

After finishing her conversation, Zifeng suddenly remembered the matter of offerings, so she took her nanny, Sister Qi, to her temple. Upon seeing the temple keeper, she asked curiously, "How do you handle the money for incense and oil here? Is there an income tax?"

The temple keeper felt innocent and wasn't sure if he could explain things clearly to his own goddess. After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the donation box and said, "There's no tax here, but there is a tax on the entrance fee. And the things sold here are taxable."

Zifeng nodded, thinking, "I don't care about other Taoist temples, but for my temple, after deducting the expenses of you, the temple keeper, and the disciples, any extra money should be used for good deeds. Anyway, I don't need it here."

Zifeng thought for a moment and said, "If they come here need something, try to solve it if you can. If you can't, tell them to go to another temple. I don't have the heart to listen to those believers' rambling. If there are any who really need money, you can go to the trouble of helping them with things like medicine or tuition."

As she spoke, she went to the incense shop and turned a whole bucket of incense black. Zi Feng said, "Keep these incense. If something really big happens in this world—I'm specifically referring to the arena, something mortals can't handle—light this incense again. If you don't remember any deities, just tell them what you need, and someone will help you."

Think about it and say, "Well, there are really only a few good-tempered gods in our family, so let's be polite and get straight to the point."

The temple keeper nodded to make sure he understood. Zi Feng thought for a moment, then took out another box of incense, which turned completely black, and handed it to Sister Qi, saying, "Write 'Difficult Incense' on it. Write the specific instructions for use clearly and engrave them on the box. That's all. We're just responsible for fighting before the world ends; we'll handle the small things ourselves."

Sister Qi had figured it out; this was the last line of defense for China, not something they could just call for help when they had nothing to do. Sister Qi nodded, and the black incense sticks were handed over to the state. Zi Feng lit incense again, told Nuwa about the matter, and asked her to inform all the other gods who were safe.