Qin Yi was startled by his sudden, manly shout.

It turns out his "middle-aged baby voice" was all for the sake of making a living; it's truly admirable.

At this moment, the muscular dad lifted Qin Yi's triple mountain and began to bend over. When he bent over to 90 degrees, he told everyone, "This is the first mountain."

Everyone applauded.

Then he placed the microphone on the ground.

Holding the sugar painting in one hand, he slowly pressed it down, and everyone held their breath as he bent over.

He continued until his head was parallel to his feet, with one hand on the ground, forming a one-handed backbend.

The person had already reached the ground, but still held the sugar painting of the Three Mountains firmly in their hand.

The applause from the crowd grew even louder.

After receiving a standing ovation, he stood up, picked up the microphone, and said, "This is the second mountain."

Then he put the microphone down.

Holding a sugar painting in her left hand, she easily leaped backward!

The one-handed backflip is fluid and graceful, with movements that are effortless and natural!

"This is the third mountain. May we all climb over the many mountains in life and see even more beautiful scenery!"

"Good! Well said!"

"Great! Well sung!"

"Great! Well drawn!"

"Boss, give me five triple mountains! I'm Sun Wukong, I can somersault over them in one leap!"

"I want seven triple mountains! We brothers will rule the mountains and be kings!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were Calabash Brothers! Boss, we sisters want ten triple mountains, preferably Mount Emei, the kind that will slay all the faithless men in the world!"

Qin Yi really didn't expect this.

This freehand style is more popular with the masses than the realist style.

Her hands moved swiftly, creating unique sugar paintings of each of the three mountains, striving to make each customer a one-of-a-kind mountain king.

The crowd on stage was filled with fervor, reaching its peak as the entire audience joined together to sing in a grand chorus, holding up thousands of mountains: "Beyond the mountains, there are more mountains! Higher than the mountains!"

The decibel meter reached its highest reading of the day.

Qin Yi also experienced hand cramps while painting, as sugar painting requires absolute control of the syrup in the arm.

So I have to constantly control the pressure when painting, which is quite tiring.

"That's enough, that's enough. There are no more candies left. Fellow Daoists, let's get together again next time!"

Once the tourists' enthusiasm is ignited, it becomes incredibly intense; they almost overturned her stall while singing along!

After selling all her goods, Zhuang Qing didn't urge Qin Yi to pay. She just watched Qin Yi paint sugar paintings and do business, looking very interested.

"Here, Xiao Qing, this is 400 yuan for you. Thank you for today, you did a great job!"

Qin Yi sincerely praised the girl, saying she had a strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

She secretly peeked at it several times while the sugar painting was cooling down.

Zhuang Qing smiled and took the money: "Thank you, Sister Qin. Do you need my help again tomorrow?"

"Haha, we probably won't need it tomorrow. It's nice to do this kind of activity once in a while."

"Oh," Zhuang Qing replied with a hint of disappointment, "Then I'll be going, goodbye sister!"

Qin Yi nodded, first returning her stroller to the guesthouse, and then going to a foot massage parlor in the ancient town for a massage.

My arms are so sore and I desperately need to relax and loosen them up.

She told the boss that she knew a technician named Zhuang Qing, and the boss immediately called her out.

A girl with short, choppy hair, wearing a foot massage parlor uniform, walked over with her head down.

Qin Yi was quite tired today, so she glanced at the massage briefly and then closed her eyes to enjoy the massage.

This girl's grip strength is much weaker today. Is it because she remembers that she didn't have much trouble last time?

"You can make it heavier, I'm quite tired today," Qin Yi said in a muffled voice.

Immediately afterwards, I felt that the force had indeed increased.

But after a while, a humming or panting sound came from inside.

Is Dali Girl so weak today? Qin Yi opened her eyes and carefully observed the person giving her a massage.

He didn't have that red mole on his ear, and he didn't say a word the whole time, looking like he was working hard and trying to get off work early.

"clear?"

Qin Yi asked tentatively.

The girl looked up, utterly shocked, and leaned closer to whisper, "How did you find out? I've covered for my sister's shifts a few times, and nobody noticed, not even the boss."

Qin Yi pointed to the spot on her ear and said, "You don't have a mole here."

"Wow, Sister Qin, you're really observant. Who would look at someone's ears for no reason?"

Where's your sister?

"She went to tend to the family's tea plantation today, so I'll cover for her."

Why aren't you going?

“My sister thinks I’m too clumsy and not careful enough, so she’s always been the one managing the tea plantation.”

"Does your family own a large tea plantation?"

"No, it's only about one acre, producing a little over 100 jin of raw tea each year, which is then processed into several dozen jin of dried tea."

"That should be quite lucrative, so why would you come here to work?"

"No way, our family only has one mu of land, and the profit is only about 10,000 yuan a year. With prices so high now, if we don't find other ways to make money, my sister and I will barely be able to afford food."

"Yes! With your diligence, you're sure to improve your lives."

Then Qin Yi asked Zhuang Qing about suitable locations for setting up a stall in the ancient town, as she planned to change her location to sell sugar paintings the next day.

Back at the guesthouse, Qin Yi took a hot shower and stood by the window to admire the scenery of the ancient town under the thousands of lights at night.

Amidst the myriad lights of homes and twinkling stars, I drift off to sleep in the gentle breeze.

Practicing sugar painting in my dreams is much better than making it in reality; at least my arms don't feel tired.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for unlocking the first level of the "The More You Sleep, the Better You Become" talent - Driving at three times the speed]

Huh? Qin Yi had no idea that this talent could be upgraded, and suddenly felt like she had won the lottery.

She read the system instructions and understood it well based on the literal meaning.

In my dream, I was three times faster. Now, one hour of practice is equivalent to three hours of normal practice.

If she sleeps for 10 hours in reality, it's equivalent to spending 30 hours in her dreams.

This greatly boosted her confidence.

Qin Yi already had a foundation in painting, and now she is mainly practicing her absolute control over the sugar syrup with her arms.

Hanging the thread, drawing the ribbons, rotating—each step is to ensure the sugar syrup lands where you want it to stay.

After a night of intensive practice, Qin Yi realized that she couldn't possibly learn all the sugar painting techniques in just a few days.

But she can specialize in one type and portray it with great detail.

The next morning, the new props that Qin Yi had ordered from the system store were delivered to the door of the guesthouse.

The guesthouse owner looked on with envy.

After Qin Yi signed for the package, the courier was preparing to leave.

The guesthouse owner pulled him aside and asked, "Brother, which company are you from? How come you're delivering to this ancient town?"

The man turned around and asked, puzzled, "When I deliver things to Chairman Qin, I'll be there rain or shine, and at lightning speed. If I want to come in, can't I just buy a ticket?"

After saying that, he left gracefully.

Qin Yi and the guesthouse owner were both stunned after hearing this.

The guesthouse owner thought to himself: "So this girl is someone important. She's a chairperson and she's setting up a stall in the ancient town. It seems she's just here to experience life."

Qin Yi was inwardly flustered: So the system had given her such a great identity, all these deliverymen thought she was the chairman?

So here's the question: Now that we have a chairman, where is the company?

Can the system deliver it?