Chapter 5 Heavenly Dao: "Yes, Master."

Zhang Mo unlocked the screen with her fingerprint and found that although no SIM card was inserted, there was a signal and network available by default.

The phone doesn't have any commonly used apps pre-installed yet; it only has the most basic calling app, the default browser, and an unfamiliar app called "Demon Clan Management System."

When you open the app, there are only two pages to switch between: "Skills" and "Encyclopedia".

The default interface is "Skills," which contains a skill tree that extends from top to bottom. Currently, all skills are grayed out, and their names are replaced with "???".

Only the skill at the very top root node shows a "loading" status, but its specific content remains unknown.

To explain it in the style of online games, skills are unlocked based on online time.

Yes, it's fantastical, but it's scientific.

The encyclopedia entry is even simpler and more straightforward, featuring only a small, lit-up portrait containing information about Uncle Jiang.

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Name: Jiang Mian

Race: Mermaid

Age: 507

Favorability: 99

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This level of goodwill surprised Zhang Mo a little. She glanced at Uncle Jiang and asked, "Your name is Jiang Mian?"

Jiang Mian nodded.

Why are you helping me so much?

Jiang Mian: "Because you are the eldest son's daughter, he once did me a great favor."

Zhang Mo: "What if I'm a bad guy?"

Jiang Mian opened her bright, clear, yet foolish eyes: "The eldest daughter can't be a bad person."

Zhang Mo: "".

Okay, this is just a case of die-hard fans extending their love to everything related to the idol.

Zhang Mo ignored him and continued studying the app: "Since it's so scientific, does that mean the browser on this app can access the internet?" As she spoke, she opened the browser, logged into her cloud storage address, and downloaded a software.

That was the mobile AI assistant she developed herself.

Installation complete.

The phone's AI assistant has a cute, childlike voice: "First time using, please set a name."

Zhang Mo: "The Way of Heaven, right? It's amazing, isn't it? Then let's call you 'Little Tian'."

Xiao Tian responded in a soft, cute loli voice: "Yes, Master."

"..." Jiang Mian's entire pupils trembled.

Zhang Mo: "Xiao Tian, ​​search the underlying code of the 'Demon Clan Management System APP' for content related to 'body' and 'lifespan'."

Xiao Tian: "Okay, Master. Searching for you..."

Xiao Tian: "The search results show three related skills: 'Longevity,' 'Immunity to All Poisons,' and 'Immunity to All Diseases.' The unlocking time for these skills is currently unknowable."

"Understood." Finally certain that there was something she wanted among them, Zhang Mo looked at Jiang Mian with a relaxed expression. "If you agree to one more condition, I'll take the job."

Jiang Mian hurriedly replied, "Sure, sure."

Although Jiang Bo completely trusts Wang Heng's daughter, he initially had some doubts about the abilities of humans. However, he is now completely convinced of Zhang Mo's abilities: her comprehension and control are simply extraordinary!

Zhang Mo: "Tell me, how much cash does the company have in its accounts right now?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian immediately became cautious and replied warily and fearfully, "It seems there's still over 300,000..." Their company's cash flow has always been low, or rather, it has always been decreasing as they use it up.

Zhang Mo: "So little?"

Jiang Mian looked at her hesitantly: "What...do you want to do?"

Zhang Mo snapped her fingers: "On my way here, I booked the entire nightclub at the most expensive place in the city. I never break my word."

Jiang Mian: "Rent the whole place?"

Zhang Mo: "Have you attended a banquet?"

Jiang Mian, as innocent as paper, shook her head blankly.

Zhang Mo: "According to human custom, when someone in the family dies, a feast must be held. Since I am now the boss of the company, then prepare several hundred thousand to pay for it."

Clearly, Jiang Mian didn't really understand these "human rules" and thought what she said was true, but even so, she still seemed very hesitant: "But, the boss said before that the company needs to maintain a certain amount of cash flow..."

Zhang Mo disliked that he always mentioned Wang Heng: "Assistant Jiang, do you know what 'a new emperor, a new court' means?"

Jiang Mian hesitated, wavering between "listening to the boss" and "listening to the boss's daughter," clearly unable to process such a complex issue with her already limited brain capacity: "But... I don't think this is quite right..."

Zhang Mo was impatient: "Then you should pay for it privately."

Jiang Mian was startled: "Where would I get that much money?!"

Zhang Mo walked towards him, her boots clicking crisply on the ground, like a bully gradually cornering the frail and pitiful Jiang Mian against the wall.

The bully Zhang Mo spoke with a mix of mockery, indifference, and utter inhumanity: "I think those little pearls you cried out are quite pretty; they should be worth some money."

"Waaah..." Jiang Mian really cried, but it was purely from fear.

Zhang Mo reached out and took one with satisfaction. After checking its quality, she "encouraged" Zhang Mo, "Didn't you eat? Cry louder for me."

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Meanwhile, outside the dilapidated door, three tall, handsome men who looked exactly alike were whispering to each other—

"Seriously, you're really going to let a mortal be our administrator? That would be great! That would mean they'd be completely out of control!"

“That old bastard Wang Heng saved Jiang Mian’s life before. This woman is Wang Heng’s daughter, so Jiang Mian will definitely help this woman.”

"What's going on inside? Why is Jiang Mian crying?"

"No way, Jiang Mian is over five hundred years old, how can she be so weak?"

"I don't believe it. You must have misheard. What abilities could a mere human possibly have?"

Before the words were finished, the wooden door suddenly opened, and the three people, caught off guard, tumbled into the conference room.

"Who just said Wang Heng was an old bastard?" Zhang Mo asked quietly, standing at the door with her arms crossed.

"I said it, so what!" One of them suddenly jumped up, dusted himself off, and looked at Zhang Mo defiantly. "I hate it when he keeps telling us to follow the rules and obey the will of Heaven. It's so boring and old-fashioned. What's the point of living like that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mo gave a faint "oh".

The other two immediately scrambled to their feet, their menacing expressions echoing, "That's right, we said it, so what!"

Standing before Zhang Mo were three identical 185cm tall, handsome men with high noses, deep-set eyes, and slightly melancholic medium-length hair. In this snowy season, in a place without air conditioning, the three of them wore only thin black short-sleeved shirts, their broad shoulders and taut waists clearly visible. Every muscle looked like a meticulously sculpted work of art, exuding an aggressive beauty.

All three of them had a stylish strand of silver hair framing their bangs, the only difference being that one of them was in the middle, while the other two had it on their left and right sides respectively.

The one who just scolded Wang Heng was the silver-haired guy in the middle.

Zhang Mo was always very tolerant of good-looking people, let alone someone who also disliked Wang Heng.

"It's nothing." She smiled lightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "I think you have good taste."