After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

In the "work group", Li Feifei was posting the advertising revenue and sales data of the Fiji Cup from the day before yesterday. Although the click-through rate of the advertisement Qin Zhixin placed in "Touch +" the day before yesterday was not high and was even complained and reported by users, many users still chose to click on the purchase link.

Anyway, Qin Zhixin is a power-hungry person with no moral integrity. She'll deduct all the "Tentacle Coins" from any account that reports her. These coins are used to purchase download links in the "Tentacle+" forum. They can only be obtained by signing in daily, and there's a limit on how many coins you can get. Basically, you reach the "Tentacle Coin" limit after signing in for two consecutive weeks. So even if they were deducted, it wouldn't be a major blow. At most, all the administrators would be secretly cursed by users as orphans.

But the good news is that Qin Zhixin comes from a single-parent family and can barely be considered a half-orphan, so it doesn't seem undeserved for her to be scolded like this.

Wang Tianzhuo and his team knew nothing about design, and Qin Zhixin, who was also looking for fun, took the plunge. She volunteered to work, using pirated Photoshop to stitch together a shoddy ad, which she placed prominently on the Chushou+ website. The ad featured a hilariously vulgar image of a female character from a recently popular otaku anime. She also photoshopped a Fijian monument emitting holy light next to it. She even made a seemingly 100% rip-off of Chinese and Japanese sentences, with the Japanese part machine-translated.

The advertisement is too low-quality, but it looks magical. God knows how the two-dimensional characters are molded. As for the graininess and layering inside, I won’t go into details. Anyway, Qin Zhixin doesn’t understand it. Even if I give her the cup, she won’t be able to experience it.

The profits from their last batch of loose Holy Grails were enough to earn everyone a good profit. This time, Wang Tianzhuo personally oversaw production, contacting the manufacturer and forcing a batch of "high-end" goods. This batch of Holy Grails would be packaged in more exquisite plastic and rushed out on the last day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

It's truly a high-end product, costing nearly ninety dollars. It looks different, even the mold lines are more refined. Coupled with the constant promotion of these high-end gadgets in the Hunyuan Dachu group, pre-sales for these "Silicone Wives" have already exceeded five hundred. By that calculation, at least one of the four people in the group will pocket a share of nearly ten thousand RMB in just these few days.

This does not include those sold subsequently.

Although this is just a small amount of money for Wang Tianzhuo, he was tempted when he saw that it was selling so well.

He discovered that the Fiji tablet business could definitely take off thanks to the internet boom. While selling Fiji tablets might sound embarrassing, making money was a real win, especially since it effectively addressed a need for otakus. Even if the demand wasn't huge, it was a long-term success. He could easily switch to selling lubricants.

Although the Chushou+ website has a large daily traffic, the otakus who visit Chushou+ are only a small part of all otakus.

But even if only these people can achieve good sales, doesn’t it just prove that satisfying Maslow’s first-level needs of otakus is a blue ocean?

With the speed at which those sleazy Japanese artists churn out cultural garbage, there's no shortage of creative ideas for Fiji Cup prototypes. We could even wait for an artist to release a full series, featuring all of his female characters, and create a set. That way, it'd be easier to resell them at a higher price, making even more money. After all, most people who use this site, aside from those with plenty of money, are innocent, innocuous boys who've never had sex.

Wang Tianzhuo had only been working for a few days when he revealed his true nature as a black-hearted capitalist.

Qin Zhixin logged into the browser and took a look at the forum's background data. She guessed that because the holiday was over, even though it was almost noon, the traffic was less than one-third of yesterday's peak.

Qin Zhixin locked her phone and sighed.

She felt that her forum was a pure waste of time. She knew that the Internet was still in a stage of pure wild growth, and that what she was doing would sooner or later be met with a heavy blow.

The little creature inexplicably felt as if it was trapped in a kind of sage time.

Her overly sensitive body caused her to experience indescribable sensations even when rubbing against the blanket while sleeping, and she could clearly feel her body becoming increasingly sensitive. Furthermore, she was overly "experienced," so rewarding herself was a daily routine, but the duration was short-lived because she would soon be overwhelmed.

Frequent cloud experiences bring frequent sage time.

The "high-quality" games that were talked about so much on the forums seemed to her either crude or strangely designed, and few were even worth watching. And for the sake of visual appeal, why didn't she just look at herself and her cousin? Even her mother, Tang Yuyu, who was approaching 40, was far better looking than these weirdos.

And she has had her own troubles recently.

Qin Zhixin had noticed that since her breasts had become increasingly plump, she'd noticed that once she felt something, the two points on them would become hard and swell considerably. One time, she'd been so horny that she'd collapsed on the bed for ages, unable to recover. Besides that, her nipples would swell painfully in the mornings, their vibrant redness making them very alluring. This reminded her of the "salute" boys gave each other when they woke up.

But she hasn't been a man for a long time, or rather, she has never been a man since she came out.

Even with her bra on, any large movements these days would give her an electric shock-like sensation. Qin Zhixin couldn't explain when this change had occurred. Her body had always been sensitive, but she was certain she had never been this sensitive before.

Qiao Hua and Fang Bixian rushed into the classroom, shouting and running. Qiao Hua even kicked the door on purpose, and Qin Zhixin looked up at the sound. Fang Bixian hadn't changed much since before the holiday, in terms of clothing and hairstyle, but Qiao Hua's hair looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

His hair was rather straight and wiry. He hadn't shaved it in a while, so it looked like a dandelion, with the hair sticking up on the sides. It wasn't pretty, but it wasn't awkward. But now he had shaved the sides cleanly, shaving the area less than an inch above his earlobes, leaving only the hair in the middle sticking up, which looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

His image has the feeling of a simple sketch, like the protagonist in some funny cartoons in Hong Kong. Just draw a pumpkin face with a few lines forming a circle on the top as hair.

Qin Zhixin just felt it was an eyesore. Seeing the two silly boys sitting back in their seats, she turned around and looked at Qiao Hua carefully.

Qiao Hua was a little excited when he saw Qin Zhixin turning around. He only saw Qin Zhixin turning around and staring at his hairstyle with a smile on her face. But this fool couldn't tell that Qin Zhixin was just watching for fun. She just thought that his new hairstyle was too handsome, and she was both shy and happy.

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On September 20, 2013, when Qin Zhixin had almost finished her morning classes, thousands of miles away in Shenzhen City, Guangdong Province, Wang Tianzhuo, Fang Shicheng and Han Heng were strolling around for three days during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

They had already arranged for the Fiji Cup manufacturer and packaging, using pre-made templates with different designs. The three even went to the restroom to try it out for themselves. To thank Fang Shicheng and Han Heng, he even made a special reservation at a high-end club restaurant that was usually difficult to schedule, and he drove his Jimny there again.

The rickety little jeep pulled into the underground parking lot of the clubhouse restaurant. Han Heng's fat face pressed against Wang Tianzhuo's car window, peering out. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars, all shiny and impressive. He turned to peer into the car, which looked as shabby as an old man's. He spoke with a somewhat unsure tone.

"Oh my god, if we park your cardboard car here, will we be kicked out by security?"

Wang Tianzhuo was a little angry.

"You keep saying my car is broken, it's worth three hundred thousand."

"Three hundred thousand dollars in cash wouldn't even be worth as much as this car, you know that?"

"He's next door to Mahler. Even if this car is broken, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm scared to sit here, you know?"

Han Heng stiffened his neck, as if to prove his point, and leaned hard against the back of the car seat. Not only did he make the car creak, but even the car was shaking. Fang Shicheng, sitting in the back seat, was breathing heavily. He had guzzled soda before getting in, and then a large pot of herbal tea. Now he could hardly hold his urine, and Han Heng's actions almost made him leak.

"Don't shake me, I feel dizzy and in pain now."

"What hurts you?"

"My bladder hurts, I'm about to burst, hurry up! If you don't stop, I'm going to pee in the car!"

"Pee on Han Heng, don't pee on your seat. I need to send the Fiji monument next to it later! The car is parked, don't rush. Damn it, you two bastards are not human online, and you are like dogs offline too."

Wang Tianzhuo stopped the car cursing, and just as he stopped, Fang Shicheng stepped over from the back seat, jumped over Han Heng's fat body, and crushed the fat guy, making him scream.

Fang Shicheng pushed the car door open with his hands, and jumped out with a cry of "Ah!" He didn't even bother looking for a toilet, so he just hid behind the Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked nearby and urinated, aiming the stream of water at the exhaust pipe, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

Chapter 56: The Cold and the Warm

These three monsters were having fun in this respectable parking lot, and from a distance none of them looked respectable.

Some of them had hunched backs, some had protruding bellies, they didn't stand properly and walked swaying from side to side. They ran around the parking lot like headless flies. They didn't find the main entrance of the restaurant, but instead slipped into the restaurant's kitchen.

Before entering the hall, Wang Tianzhuo and the other two saw a long line of male waiters neatly arranged in a row, listening to their leader's instructions. Each of these waiters wore a neatly tailored suit, their chests drawn in and their stomachs puffed out, looking quite solemn. Their solemn aura made the three demons straighten their backs.

Han Heng felt a little uncomfortable. He shook his feet and wiped the soles of his shoes on the ground. It seemed that there was mud on the soles of his feet, but he was sharp-tongued and wanted to take advantage of the waiter even though he was much more charming than her.

"Lao Fang, the way they stick their butts out looks just like you were about to leak urine just now."

Fang Shicheng ignored him and glared at the fat white man.

The three of them lowered their heads, walked around them and entered the hall. After their numbers were called by the steward, they were led to a table.

There were over twenty tables in the hall. There were no private rooms, yet the prices were significantly higher than those in private rooms. The price of any humble seasonal vegetable dish was so high that one would suspect the restaurant was selling in Japanese yen, or perhaps used for money laundering.

But this is also the limitation of the times, there is no way to change it, it is inevitable at a certain stage of development. At this stage, "foreign" undoubtedly represents high-end.

The Internet has greatly reduced the cost of interaction between people. Lies in this virtual world created by numbers and programs are as common as air in reality. Social consensus has been distorted into a strange freak in an almost unregulated state.

The 2005 Tianya Forum thread about Zhou Gongzi versus Yi Yeqing might have seemed like a discussion about the "upper class" versus the middle class, but it was essentially a blatant display of materialism. Even in the "medieval" era of 2005, people's desire for wealth went beyond simply owning a car and a house; they also needed to distinguish between "old money" and "new money." While Internet users weren't numerous at the time, astute individuals had already figured out that simply cultivating a persona of wealth or excellence could yield profits. A persona equals traffic, and traffic equals money. Even if the claims are stereotyped to the point of absurdity, there will always be people who believe them.

Simple words, relying on the imagination, construct a complex virtual image of the other person, and the way one expresses one's feelings is also through text. This unprecedented mode of instant text interaction gives people a sense of being needed, and the character is nothing more than words. Although this seems like a rote parody of the book "Style" now, with the possibility that Zhou Gongzi and Yi Yeqing are the same person playing a role-playing game, it still caused a sensation in 2005 when the internet was still a precious commodity.

But therein lies the problem.

China is a newly wealthy society. The newly rich need to learn from how others spend money to feel superior. The ready-made lifestyles of the three "old money" countries, America, old Europe and Japan, have become the objects of imitation for China's new money.

The three of them sat down, and the waiter first brought free bread and aperitif liqueur. The bread was placed in a basket, and Fang Shicheng took a piece directly with his hand. Han Heng looked at it and gasped.

"Lao Fang, don't eat yet. Give this piece of bread to the guest first. Give it to Wang Tianzhuo."

Fang Shicheng and Wang Tianzhuo were both a little confused. Wang Tianzhuo took the bread from Fang Shicheng and took a bite. Even with his cheeks, he couldn't bite it off. Seeing Wang Tianzhuo take a bite, Han Heng smiled like a bitch.

"Old Wang, Fang Shicheng didn't wash his hands after he finished draining the water."

After hearing this, Wang Tianzhuo spat out the bread with a "Pooh" sound.

"I was just saying, why does it smell sour? Fuck you!"

"The fishy smell is inherent to the bread. This is fucking rye bread, so isn't it normal for it to have a fishy and sour smell? White people love fishy things."

Fang Shicheng blushed and tried to refute her, but then he wiped his hand on the tablecloth, as if it were actually stained with urine. Han Heng chuckled, drank the liqueur from the crystal goblet, and smacked his lips.

"What's that smell? It's so messy, it smells like tofu."

"You're just a homeboy. This wine...grass, it does smell musty. I give in."

Fang Shicheng was amused and he sniffed the liqueur in the glass.

"Indeed, it has a bean smell. When I was a kid, my family raised pigs, and there was a soybean oil factory in the next town. We used to buy soybean dregs there as feed. They were quite fragrant, and if you pick some fresh bean cakes and roast them, you'll get some oil."

Fang Shicheng took a sip of the yellow liquid in the cup and felt as if his tongue had been beaten, making him grit his teeth.

"You two should behave yourself. I'm afraid this place will blacklist you after this meal."

Wang Tianzhuo had a bitter face. He was driving and couldn't bear to drink. He called the waiter to replace the three glasses of juice. Fang Shicheng looked at Han Heng, who was calm and composed, and was a little puzzled.

"Old Han, I remember you are from Guangxi Province, right?"

"Correct."

"Do people in Guangxi eat hairy tofu? How come you say it's hairy tofu just by smelling it?"

Fang Shicheng was puzzled. He had a senior brother from Guangxi Province who loved to eat fermented black beans. Previously, his hometown sent him some Laiyang hairy tofu from Shandong Province, but the senior brother tasted a little and vomited it out, saying that it was not for human consumption.

Han Heng smacked his lips, as if savoring the taste.

"I'm a nurse, you know? I've been in the blood department before. Last year, a child came to my department, and it happened to be the responsibility of the team in charge. He has leukemia. When he first came, his parents were there. His parents are both from Hunan Province and came to work at this construction site. Does Emerald Coast know about it?"

Wang Tianzhuo was shocked. The place where he lived was called Emerald Coast.

"Emerald Coast? That's where I live, what a coincidence? Holy crap!"

"Keep your voice down! The people next to you are looking over here."

Fang Shicheng kicked Wang Tianzhuo under the table, looking serious.

"No, my home is Emerald Coast. It's the big flat I took you two to. We didn't see the sign, so we went directly through the underground parking lot."

Wang Tianzhuo was about to say something when the waiter came with a cart, and the appetizers arrived first.

The appetizer was a small portion of toast topped with avocado slices, oil-soaked salmon, and smoked ham slices, topped with red and black gurnard roe and parsley. Han Heng picked it up from the plate, shoved it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

"It's incredibly delicious. Old Wang, did you know that Emerald Coast opened its final phase at the end of last year? His father was a migrant worker who built it there, in his forties, quite old. The patient's family only left his information. I don't know about his wife, but when his family was with the kids, they gave us a lot of Hunan specialties, including their hairy tofu. Many of my colleagues threw them away, but I can actually get used to it. You know that hairy tofu in a plastic jar? It's edible, right?"

"There are many varieties of hairy tofu. But you have to admit, there are indeed many people from Hunan Province who come to Shenzhen to look for money."

"His son was critically ill and in the ICU, costing over 4,000 yuan a day, plus medication and other expenses. It was astronomical. Where does a migrant worker get the money? I'm a nurse, I don't make much, you know? But it's barely decent, and I can't even afford it. So his father deliberately jumped from the top floor of the last building in Emerald Coast and died. He died at the end of the year, jumping from 20 or 30 floors. They had to use a shovel to dig up his body, leaving no remains intact, you know?"

Han Heng leaned forward and spoke, then paused. His fat face and his strange speaking habits made him continue.

"This is not a small matter. His mother went to the construction site to cause trouble, and when the deceased's family arrived, the leaders there learned about his family's situation and came to the hospital to visit the child."

"Tsk, what's going on?"

Fang Shicheng sighed.

"I haven't finished yet. This man already has cirrhosis of the liver, and he lives in the countryside. Not to mention the lack of money for treatment, cirrhosis is just a death sentence. He won't live long, you know? Anyway, he didn't want to treat himself. I bet you, he went to the construction site to commit suicide and get the pension. The pension is for nothing else but to treat his son's leukemia. The leader over there came to see the child and learned about the situation. He just said it was a tragic situation and wanted full compensation. I will pay it, just treat it as an accident, but I must save the child."

Fang Shicheng felt a little emotional and sighed.

"That's a happy ending."

Han Heng sneered after hearing this.

"A happy ending? That's what I didn't finish. The construction company's leader transferred the child to another hospital. It was said that the money was raised by the leader himself. The child will stay for two months. I don't know if this is true or not. When it comes to the compensation process, the process is extremely complicated. It will take several months before the money reaches the mother and daughter."

"Huh? So you developed such a large real estate project, and now you're still refusing to pay after someone dies?"

"It would have been fine if they'd just refused to pay. They dared to. Just selling this to the local TV station would have brought in income. But it wasn't a default. Someone from the construction site, seeing how pitiful the mother and daughter were, perhaps out of pity, advanced the money from the group. That money isn't compensation for now; it's going into a personal account. They asked for the woman's bank card, and a large sum of money was directly deposited into her account. The woman burst into tears, kowtowed twice to the construction site leader in the ward, in front of everyone, saying that she and her mother depended on this money to survive, and that the child's survival was all thanks to this kind-hearted person."

"Hey, is there no hope? We can only wait and see."

"Rescue? That night, the woman disappeared with all the money she had. She didn't want the child anymore and left it in the hospital ward. She refunded all the hospital room and medicine fees that could be refunded and ran away with all the money."

Wang Tianzhuo widened his eyes and swallowed his saliva. He and Fang Shicheng looked at each other, feeling a little blocked in their hearts.

"What about the child with leukemia?"

Han Heng was about to speak, but the waiter came again. He pushed the food cart and placed three large plates on the table and began to introduce them. The plates were very large, but the food inside was only enough for one bite.

"Hello, this is a secret recipe for forktail scad prepared by a French chef. To prepare it, cut a fresh adult forktail scad into similar-sized pieces. Dissolve the secret marinade in a yubingshao (a traditional Chinese cooking method) and carefully apply it to the fish pieces. Marinate for 22 minutes, not a minute more, not a minute less. Immediately place the dish in a steamer made from fresh, undehydrated bamboo. Then, steam it with osmanthus wine over low heat until half-cooked. Then, freeze the fish tightly with the sublimated air from dry ice..."

The waiter stood by and explained in a clear voice how the dish was made.

Han Heng glanced at him, ignoring the man who was reciting his lines with all his might. He just lowered his voice and spoke to Wang Tianzhuo.

"He's been reincarnated a long time ago."

Chapter 57: Hate the House and the Dog

The last class in the morning was physics. Qin Zhixin supported her head with one hand and listened to Chen Huaiyuan's lecture absent-mindedly, unable to help but feel distracted.

She felt like she hadn't recovered from the holiday yet.

There is a term for this condition called Monday syndrome, which roughly describes it as feeling depressed, tired, or even bored on the first day after the holiday. Qin Zhixin feels that she has this symptom.

Chen Huaiyuan was talking excitedly, speaking in Qihai dialect again. Some students in the class couldn't understand him and were whispering to each other. The class was buzzing with activity, like countless large mosquitoes flapping their wings.

Qin Zhixin

She wrote and drew on the draft paper with a fountain pen. The steel pen tip, which had been polished with fine sandpaper, still scratched the cheap draft paper a little, making it feel sandy, but she liked this feeling, this fine and rough feeling, just like peeling off the bark with a knife, which was very relaxing.