Lin Yiran: "!"

Those who make mecha must be really rich.

She only sold thirteen star coins yesterday when she opened her stall, and someone is willing to give her ten million with just a flick of their finger.

That's ten million! Not a million, not ten thousand. She would need to sell ten million roasted chives to earn that money, and that's without even deducting the cost.

A full ten million—it would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted. Even Lin Yiran herself didn't realize that her eyes lit up after hearing the word "million."

Zhou Ye clearly saw a light in Lin Yiran's eyes.

But for some reason, the light disappeared immediately afterward, and Lin Yiran's eyes became as firm as if she were about to join the Party!

Lin Yiran's inner monologue: No, wealth and power cannot corrupt me, nor can force subdue me. She must always remember her mission: to make her small shop famous and to make everyone fall in love with her cooking!

Give yourself a pep talk and a boost of morale.

So, "If you really want to thank me, then take some time to come to my stall for barbecue every day. Bring me some customers, and I can earn more money."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ye's eyes showed disbelief, and his delicate eyebrows almost furrowed together. His rich expression made him seem like a young boy who was still quite immature.

"Are you sure?" he asked loudly. He wanted him to bring people over to him?

Judging from his popularity.

If you're not afraid of your stall getting vandalized, you could give it a try.

He gave a slight smile, thinking that Lin Yiran probably didn't know his identity.

But that shouldn't be the case. In this Ninth Star System, who doesn't know Zhou Ye? He's infamous, and anyone who gets close to him never ends up well.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Is there a problem?" Lin Yiran's eyes were as innocent and adorable as a little deer's. She figured Zhou Ye probably didn't believe her, so she explained, "You don't know how much I love cooking, but even though my food is really delicious, nobody comes to eat it. It's a big blow to me. So if you really want to thank me, please patronize my business."

"I'll be setting up my stall in the North District. See you tonight," he said, waving before turning and leaving.

We can't delay her from setting up her stall.

As Lin Yiran once again witnessed the starry sky changing in an instant, the nightlife began; this was Lin Yiran's second day setting up her stall.

But this day was not lucky for Lin Yiran.

She sat there until the stars dimmed and dawn was breaking, but she still hadn't sold a single skewer of grilled chives.

Meanwhile, the barbecue stall owner next door was humming a little tune happily, having sold a full thirty portions of barbecue that evening. His every move exuded joy.

Lin Yiran: Big brother, can you please stop hanging around in front of me? I'm a little jealous.

Just kidding, but thinking about how her loan would double again after midnight, she was at a loss. After doubling twice, she now owed over forty popularity points.

However, she only had a pitiful four popularity points in her system.

You can only exchange for four Tier 1 crystal cores.

For her seventh-tier metal-type ability, it was practically negligible.

Whether the products sell or not isn't her concern; improving her strength is what Lin Yiran cares about most. After all, in any world, the principle of "might makes right" applies.

Her body has a special identity, and if she doesn't improve her strength quickly... it's a bit dangerous.

After all, those enemies are hiding in the shadows. If they find out she's not dead one day and send someone to stab her, she won't even have the ability to protect herself. At that time, she can only wait to die.

It wouldn't matter if she died, but she still had to live on with the original owner's obsession. She wandered around for more than ten years, living a life of poverty and hunger. Just when she saw hope, that bitch Lin Fei impersonated her and took her place, enjoying the love of her parents and the affection of her brother that should have been hers. She wore her own princess dress, lived in her own princess house, and was dressed up beautifully, living the life of a privileged person surrounded by admirers.

Ugh, just thinking about it makes my teeth ache.

Lin Yiran: I want to live well, even if it's not for myself.

To be honest, she didn't care whether she lived or died. Ever since her family died in the apocalypse, she had lost all desire to live. Living was just a process, a way to reach the end of life. A simple and peaceful life was good enough.

This was her only wish.

But there are always some people who don't see things clearly.

With a "snap," a knife flew through the air and stuck into her barbecue grill.

Lin Yiran looked up blankly and saw the face of a greasy, fat middle-aged man.

"Uncle, is something the matter?"

The chubby uncle, who had intended to strike up a conversation: ... He instantly became furious!

"What the hell did you call me?!"

"Boss, calm down, calm down. It's not good to scare her. This girl doesn't look very old!" The blond-haired guy behind them quickly pulled their boss back.

Lin Yiran: She's not very old, only fourteen at most, but due to malnutrition, her body looks only about twelve. Still a little loli, that's exactly what men like her for, Lin Yiran thought silently, lighting a red candle in her heart.

The bald man, afraid of startling the beautiful girl, deliberately lowered his voice and coughed twice. He stroked the few remaining hairs on his head with his greasy hands and said with a sweet smile, "Ahem, little sister, why call me 'uncle'? Call me 'brother'~ It sounds much better to call me 'brother'!"

Lin Yiran chuckled to herself, flipped her grilled chives over, and said, "Then I'll call you brother~, will you buy my barbecue~?"

Lin Yiran has a sweet voice and big, bright eyes. Although her hair is a bit dry and curly, her striking features give her a mixed-race beauty look.

Such a handsome face, and then calling him "brother," made the man's soul melt. His eyes immediately softened, and he said in a drunken daze, "Buy! I'll definitely buy! I'll buy as much as you want! It's just one star coin per skewer, right? I have plenty of money! I'll buy all the barbecue on your stall today!"

Then, with a wave of his hand, he announced, "Brothers, let's go get some barbecue. I've booked the whole place today, and I'll pay for whatever you eat! Eat as much as you want!" He seemed quite smug, as if he had the game in his grasp.

The thirty-odd henchmen beside him shouted, "Oh, Brother Long is awesome! Brother Long is awesome!"

Lin Yiran smiled disdainfully upon seeing this.

Then, I saw Brother Long somehow walk around from the front of the stall to the back, right next to where she was doing her barbecue. He grinned and rubbed his hands together, saying, "How much is it? I can't just eat for free, I'll definitely pay, don't be afraid..."

At that moment, an eerie red glow of the sun rose from the distant horizon, and Lin Yiran's eyes also turned red.

She exchanged for a crystal core and played with it in her hand.

He silently looked up and asked, "One million star coins per string, can you afford it?"