Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Looking at Feng Qingyang and Guo Jing standing in front of him, Li Hong felt a bit of a headache. It seemed that this group of people were all rather dull, none of them particularly eloquent.
Could these people really sell anything?
However, Li Hong had no choice. After all, it was clear that there were no talents to be found among them. The reason he chose these few was simply because there were no better options. If they lacked eloquence, at least they had to look presentable.
Fortunately, each of them had thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking quite impressive; they would be good enough as models, so selling should not be a problem.
"Alright then, do you all remember what I taught you before?"
"We remember!" everyone replied in unison.
Li Hong nodded and waved his hand. "Then let's set off. I look forward to your good news."
With that, one by one, the martial arts experts took out their modified Reincarnation Watches and traversed into another world.
Li Hong also left The Smiling, Proud Wanderer and returned to Sweet Potato Films.
Sitting in his chair, Li Hong still felt a bit worried. He opened the monitoring function inside the Reincarnation Watch, preparing to see how this group was doing.
……
In the Shroud World, Feng Qingyang walked out from the forest, looking somewhat mystical.
Dressed in an ancient-style blue robe, he appeared exceptionally distinguished.
As he walked along the road and observed the vehicles passing by, Feng Qingyang was astonished. He never expected that he had truly arrived in another world.
Fortunately, Li Hong had already imparted a wealth of knowledge to them before they set off, so he didn't feel too anxious.
Instead, it was Feng Qingyang, dressed in such an unusual manner, who attracted a lot of attention as he walked along the road.
Li Hong stroked his chin, looking at the image projected by the Reincarnation Watch, puzzled. Where was Feng Qingyang headed?
Not long after, Feng Qingyang followed the bypass and entered the Main City Area.
Arriving at a Central Square, Feng Qingyang glanced around and then, to Li Hong's astonishment, pulled out a pile of goods and set them on the ground. He shouted loudly through a megaphone, "Come one, come all! Don't miss out! Pots, pans, lighters, kitchen knives, cutting boards, calculators. Two for ten yuan, ten yuan for two! You can't go wrong for ten bucks; you won't regret it..."
Li Hong: "..."
He truly never expected that Feng Qingyang would choose to set up a street stall. Li Hong shook his head, silently denying Feng Qingyang's actions.
It was simply too inefficient; they were a planetary-level world factory with so many products. Relying solely on street vending to sell them was utterly unrealistic.
Just as Li Hong was about to check on the progress of others, Feng Qingyang ran into trouble.
A Tailored Man rode up on a motorcycle and stopped, frowning at Feng Qingyang. "Old man, you can't set up a stall here!"
Feng Qingyang turned his head to glance at the Tailored Man but didn't pay him any mind.
The Tailored Man chuckled; he had seen many vendors flee in panic but had never encountered someone as indifferent as Feng Qingyang.
Thus, the Tailored Man parked his motorcycle aside and took out a notebook. "Since you're an old man, I won't confiscate your things. But you're violating regulations by setting up here, so I have to issue a fine."
At that moment, the middle-aged woman selecting kitchen knives at Feng Qingyang's stall looked up and glared at the Tailored Man. "Who are you trying to scare, you little brat? What’s it to you if the old man is trying to make a living? Why come here to annoy people?"
The Tailored Man was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "You know who I am? With just one phone call, I can summon twenty colleagues to arrest all of you. Do you believe me?"
"Childish!"
The woman muttered under her breath, then pulled out a speaker from her bag, turned it on, and placed it on the ground.
"You are my wife, how could I love you too much! Your red lips warm my brother, igniting the fire in my heart..."
As the song blared, chaos erupted in the square.
As the dust settled, the Tailored Man was horrified to find that hundreds of middle-aged women had suddenly gathered around him.
Not only that, but he could hear footsteps from nearby indicating that even more women were converging on this spot.
"You're something else! Hmph!" The Tailored Man gritted his teeth and coldly snorted as he prepared to leave.
The woman was relentless, her sharp tongue cutting through the air. "Is that all it takes to scare you off? Let me tell you, your aunt will always be your aunt!"
Climbing onto his motorcycle, the Tailored Man turned it around and, after starting the engine, said in an icy voice, "The humiliation of today will be repaid in full another day!"
With that, he sped away on his motorcycle.
Feng Qingyang watched the entire scene unfold and took out his notebook to jot down: "Women over 40 are the strongest presence in modern society..."
This was Li Hong's request to them, insisting that they meticulously document everything encountered during their trading activities for further analysis of the consumer demographic.
On the other side, Li Hong was at a loss for words.
Chuckling, he shook his head and switched to Guo Jing.
Guo Jing entered a world where martial arts flourished, and strong warriors were abundant—a Fantasy World.
As soon as he stepped into this realm, Guo Jing was astonished by the dense spiritual energy in the air.
"This truly is a sacred place for cultivation!" Guo Jing exclaimed, shouldering his backpack and walking toward the distance.
Compared to the ostentatious Feng Qingyang, Guo Jing was evidently more low-key. To avoid revealing the existence of his spatial ring, he chose to carry his goods on his back and proceed on foot.
After watching for a while as Guo Jing trudged along, Li Hong quickly lost interest.
Just as he thought about getting up to use the restroom, the flip-flops on his feet suddenly broke apart, leaving him staring at his toes in disbelief.
After hopping through his bathroom visit, Li Hong had no desire to check on Guo Jing anymore. He changed into a new pair of shoes and headed downstairs.
He intended to buy a new pair of flip-flops at the market on the next street over; after all, a life without flip-flops was incomplete and imperfect.
Entering a small shop, after expressing his desire to buy flip-flops, the Boss began boasting about their durability, urging Li Hong to pull hard on them.
Li Hong happily gave it a try and found that they indeed wouldn’t break. The Boss proudly took the flip-flops from Li Hong's hands and said, "Hey! You can't just pull lightly! Let me show you how it's done..."
With a loud crack, the flip-flop broke.
As the afternoon approached, the wind picked up, tousling the boss's messy hair. Li Hong and the boss exchanged glances for a long moment, sensing the embarrassment in his eyes.
In the thickening silence, the boss looked at Li Hong and explained, "Life is tough..."
Li Hong nodded. Although he didn't fully understand, he chose to buy a pair of flip-flops from the boss.
Well, fifteen yuan wasn't too expensive; it was just a way to support this boss.
Finally, carrying his newly purchased flip-flops, Li Hong returned to the company feeling satisfied.
Comment 0 Comment Count