Chapter 29 Chapter 29
That evening, Cheng Zixin took over the promotional images and texts for He Xiangu's divine clothing and it came out.
At that time, Xuanyin and the other two were having dinner. Cheng Shuhui was browsing his laptop when he saw this message. He immediately frowned and lost his appetite.
"Why did you choose her?"
Xuanyin took a look and enlarged the picture. In the promotional picture, Cheng Zixin was wearing flowing white clothes, with long hair like a waterfall, a lotus-like hair accessory inserted diagonally on her temples, and holding a green lotus pod in her hand.
She is indeed good-looking, and her image makes her look like a fairy descending to earth.
And this appearance is exactly the image of the electronic model made by Xuanyin.
The Spirit Possession Association is very quick. They were able to possess her so quickly. They should have already started working, right?
She was in a good mood, and seeing Cheng Shuhui looking angry, she said, "Why are you so angry? He who wears the crown must bear its weight. This job may not be easy."
Cheng Shu replied, "Which divine master has it easy? And which divine garment doesn't bring harm? Cheng Zixin may not have endured more than others, but the reputation and admiration she has received is immeasurable. Look, after this news came out, Cheng Zixin was practically praised to the skies online, and the stock prices of the Cheng family's businesses are skyrocketing."
He flipped through the news. "And this, too. A lot of people are saying how great it would be to marry into the Cheng family, or marry one of their daughters. They're inviting the women of the Cheng family to all the ladies' tea parties and dinners. Oh, their worth is skyrocketing."
Xuanyin touched her nose and thought, "Okay, this is an inevitable result. However, it is only temporary."
She changed the subject: "Well, doesn't the Cheng family still owe us an elixir? Now, we can ask them for it and give it to Mom."
Cheng Shu thought for a moment and said, "I almost forgot about this. Yes, they promised to compensate you with an elixir."
He Zhiyi said, "Forget it. That elixir sounds very precious. They are not that willing to give it to you. Don't start a conflict. It will be bad for you."
Cheng Shu replied, "It's okay, Mom. The teacher I'm following now is quite powerful in the Spirit Master Association and he admires me very much. If all the elixirs Cheng Zixin made are confiscated, then fine. But if there's any for her own use, I'll definitely take one. If she refuses, I'll ask the teacher to make the decision. If that doesn't work, I'll ask the Security Bureau. They were the middleman for the settlement agreement in the first place. Anyway, leave this matter to me, don't worry."
Xuanyin nodded secretly. It was only the first day of class, but this guy immediately felt confident and motivated. This momentum was very good.
He Zhiyi said, "I won't take the elixir either. Give it to Yinyin. Isn't Yinyin's injury still healed?"
Xuanyin picked up a piece of food for her with chopsticks and said, "I'm still young, there's no need to rush this. It's more important that you cure your illness first. Since He Xiangu has given the first authorization, there will be a second and a third. There will be more elixirs in the future, so why worry about not being able to get them? Not only do I need elixirs, but Cheng Shuhui does too. Maybe after taking them, he can restore his qualifications."
Cheng Shuhui's hand trembled and he almost couldn't hold the chopsticks. His heart was pounding rapidly.
Can that elixir restore his skills? Can it make him a Double-A player?
But… "Why don't you ever call me brother to my face?"
Xuanyin: "Haha, isn't it cheesy to call me brother?"
"I don't mind."
"I hate it. I'll call you by your name from now on."
He Zhiyi watched the two of them teasing with a smile.
Cheng Shuhui stayed with Xuanyin tonight, and she went home. As soon as she got home, the Spirit Possession Master Association sent her a message saying that the materials promised to her were ready and could be shipped at any time. Then they sent her the information about Cheng Zixin's spirit possession, saying that she could only produce two elixirs at a time, and she felt a little exhausted after one time. They asked if there was any problem.
Only two at a time, Cheng Zixin is not very good.
Xuanyin touched her chin and replied, "It's a matter of personal ability. Just do it in small amounts and multiple times. Please encourage the spirit master more."
She wrote clearly in the "Risk Burden" column that because the elixir has no side effects, the spirit master himself will suffer certain harm every time an elixir is produced. But she also wrote that the maximum number of elixirs that a He Xiangu can produce per day is 9.
She secretly sighed in her heart, wondering if Cheng Zixin would be exploited to this limit.
It took a while before a smiling face was sent from the other end.
Xuanyin could imagine the speechless mood on the other end.
As for where the materials should be sent... Xuanyin opened a social account of Xingyou.com, and the other party’s business card was “Peng’s God Factory”.
This factory specializes in making divine clothes. It was once ranked among the top three divine factories in the Federation, but in recent years it has gradually declined because its technology has not kept pace with the times.
She sent a message: Boss, are you still accepting orders?
…
The seventh special zone of the capital star, in the suburbs, is the Peng family’s god-making factory.
It was working hours, but the whole factory was a bit dead. Seven or eight older employees were gathered together playing cards.
The factory manager came in and saw this scene, frowned, and said, "There's no work today, you guys go back and rest."
The employees stood up, and a gray-haired veteran said, "Boss Peng, this won't work. Why don't we go get some training, learn some new techniques, and buy some new machines? Otherwise, when people hear we're still handmade, they'll lose confidence and won't place orders."
The factory manager's brows furrowed even more tightly. "What's wrong with handmade items? Back then, the Divine Tower favored handmade divine garments. Handmade divine garments have the lowest breakage rate."
"You said that was back then, but things are different now. People love things that come off the assembly line. They're cheap, quick to produce, and if a part breaks, there's an exact replacement immediately, making repairs super easy... The factory needs to stay in business, and everyone needs to make a living. These are all very realistic things."
The old employee handed a cigarette to the factory director, who took a long drag, his brow still furrowed. "Even if I wanted to learn, they wouldn't want an apprentice of our age."
"Isn't Xiao Rui's age just right?"
The factory manager waved his hand and said, "That child has entered the incubation camp for the designer competition. It's a crucial time. We can't disturb her."
As they were talking, a young girl ran in: "Dad, Uncle Wang..." She shouted in a circle, "I'm late, what work do you have today?"
A group of old men immediately forced out kind smiles. The factory director said, "Xiao Rui, there is no work today. Go study. You are not needed here."
Peng Xiaorui frowned: "No orders today?"
She thought for a moment and said, "During the incubation camp, we need to make a lot of physical divine clothes for testing. Why don't I go and get some orders and ask them to give the work to our factory?"
The factory manager quickly said, "No, no, just study hard and don't worry about these things. Don't leave a bad impression on your teachers and classmates."
Peng Xiaorui sighed, "I was just lucky to get into the incubation camp at the tail end. They're going to kick people out in a month, and only the truly outstanding ones will stay. I'm definitely going to be kicked out."
The factory manager encouraged her: "Didn't you say you were the pig fattened by that Shiji Lady? Work hard and make yourself fatter. Maybe you'll have a chance to meet her in the future."
Peng Xiaorui covered his face and said, "Dad, that's nonsense!"
It was only after the game ended yesterday that she found out that the person who saved her during the game was Shiji Niangniang, and people called Shiji Niangniang's act of saving people "raising pigs". It was because she was saved that she had the chance to survive to the end.
But Niangniang Shiji had no intention of returning to slaughter the pigs, and there was no need for her to slaughter the pigs to make money.
How should I put it? I actually feel a little lost.
There are two other people in the camp who have the same experience as her. They were able to get in because they were rescued. Today, on the first day of class, some classmates nicknamed her the "Wild Pig of Shiji Niangniang". She is at the bottom of the camp.
She felt that her life in the incubation camp would not be easy and she had lost all confidence.
At this time, the factory manager's work number rang. This number is connected to the business department. When it rang, it meant that there was a customer looking for him.
He quickly opened it and took a look.
Opposite him was a black and white avatar named Panda, who bent down with his waist and said only one sentence, asking if he would accept the order.
He quickly replied: "Answer it, may I ask what kind of divine clothing it is?"
The other side sent a drawing over. It looked like a sword, but it was not very similar to the regular swords mounted on the mecha. Judging from the size, it was handheld. There were many complex patterns on the sword, and every detail was beautifully designed.
At first glance, it looks very luxurious.
Is this a divine robe?
Is it for decoration?
The factory manager was about to ask when another message came from the other side: The sword is made of SP9 space alloy.
His eyes suddenly widened. SP9 is one of the rarest and most precious alloys in existence and is only used by the military!
Opposite party: Can you take it?
The factory manager hesitated. Who was this guy? For such precious materials, shouldn't he go to a more famous and advanced factory?
Peng Xiaorui couldn't help but come over and ask: "What's the order?"
Seeing the shape of the sword, her eyes widened: "Isn't this the Taia Sword?"
"What Taia Sword?"
"It's the sword of Lady Shiji! Someone took a screenshot of the sword she used in the competition and enlarged it for study, and it looks like this! I heard the name of this sword is Tai'a Sword."
She quickly pulled out the pictures she had gotten from the Internet, and when she compared the two, they were exactly the same!
Is there anyone who wants to imitate Niangniang Shiji's sword?
But look at the materials again, only big shots can get them. Who can imitate a prop on such a large scale?
The factory manager, shaking his hands, asked the person on the other end, "Excuse me, are you looking for a knockoff? We can't take this order. We're a small business and don't want to offend anyone."
On the other end, Xuanyin saw this reply, raised her eyebrows and replied: Customized by me.
"I'll go, I'll go!" Peng Rui yelled, "It's actually her! Promise her! Promise her now!"
The factory manager gritted his teeth and said: We'll take this order!
Xuanyin asked again: Do you want to accept clothing orders?
Factory Manager: Of course we can. We make all kinds of divine clothing by hand here, and they are all made with the skills of our veteran craftsmen.
Xuanyin then sent over a few more robe design drawings.
The factory manager looked at the fabrics marked above, No. 287 diamond yarn, No. 061 phantom yarn... What top-quality materials are these!
Even the accessories on the clothes are made of top-grade gemstones. The cost of this dress must be tens of millions!
Next, everyone in the factory gathered together and signed a confidentiality agreement and a processing agreement with the other party in a daze. When everything was finalized, it still felt like a dream.
"So, we got a big order?"
The factory manager looked at the electronic agreement in front of him and said in a daze, "It's indeed a large order. The deposit is 500,000 yuan... and the final payment after delivery is 1.5 million yuan."
Peng Rui said excitedly: "Dad, let's go get some materials!"
"No rush, no rush. The owner said the materials won't be delivered until tomorrow, so we should update the equipment and tools first."
…
After signing an agreement with Peng's God-making Factory, Xuanyin found another factory. This was also a small factory, which was dug out by the system from countless god-making factories. It specialized in animal models and god clothes, and the workmanship and quality were very good.
She entrusted the model of Qingluan to this company.
She had won first place in a previous competition. Although she slipped away before the award ceremony, the organizer was still nice enough and transferred the prize money to her backstage. The total amount was one million after tax. She withdrew the money and sent 500,000 to two factories as deposits.
Then give the delivery addresses of these two god-making factories to the God-Attachment Association and ask them to deliver the materials.
The system slurped its lollipop aside, "Making a set of realistic divine clothing is really expensive. From the materials to the processing fees, it's all very expensive. Fortunately, you make money quickly."
Xuanyin nodded, opened He Xiangu's backstage, and began to deal with private messages.
Most of these private messages were for authorization requests. After thinking about it, she edited a post and pinned it to the top, listing the authorization requirements and the risks of the magic clothes, and specifying that it was open to both men and women.
Those who wish to apply for authorization submit a personal profile, the reason for the application, and the chips they can pay.
The system threw away its virtual lollipop and floated over: "Why is it gender neutral again?"
"I said it was only for women because I wanted to target Cheng Zixin. I'm not a pervert who particularly likes to exploit women."
"But can He Xiangu also be a man?"
"Why not? I'm just using a shell to gain leverage, I'm not really becoming a woman... Well, it's not impossible to become a woman after possessing a spirit."
As Xuanyin spoke, she put the name He Xiangu aside for the moment, took out a pen and paper, and began to think about it.
"What are you going to draw?"
"The next divine garment."
"Wow, here comes another one. What kind is it this time? Defensive?"
Xuan Yin shook her head. "We can put our defense aside for now. During this match, I discovered that Lady Shiji's attack power is truly powerful, so powerful that defense isn't necessary for the time being. But the Nightmare Beasts aren't stupid either. When they realize I'm unbeatable, they'll change their targets. Some Nightmare Beasts are so fast they can escape before I can unleash my ultimate attack."
"So you want to make a magical garment that will prevent them from escaping?"
Xuanyin scribbled on the paper, thought for a long time, and then wrote four words: Saltwater Goddess.
"Saltwater Goddess? Who is this?"
Xuanyin said, "Legend has it that there was a Saltwater River in Yanyang, and within that river lived a goddess who was both intelligent and beautiful. One day, the leader of the Five Surnames Tribe, Linjun—said to be a descendant of Fuxi—was trying to cross the Saltwater River with his people. Upon seeing Linjun, the Saltwater Goddess was captivated by his heroism and fell in love with him, wishing to marry him. Although Linjun also fell in love with the Saltwater Goddess, he believed that Yanyang was too small and unsuitable for the development of his tribe, and he insisted on leaving.
"To keep Linjun here, the Saltwater Goddess stayed with him at night. During the day, she transformed into tiny flying insects, dancing in the air. Nearby spirits came to help her and also transformed into small flying insects. The flying insects grew more and more, blocking out the sunlight, and the sky and the earth were dark. Linjun couldn't leave with his people, and they were trapped like this for seven days and seven nights."
The system gaped open-mouthed. "Oh my god, what's wrong with this Saltwater Goddess? She doesn't want to stay, so why force her? Besides, your place is too small and not suitable for her development. This is an objective deficiency. Will forcing her to stay help?"
The system finished its rant and ramble and asked, "So what happened next?"
"Later, it was said that no matter how Linjun tried to persuade the Saltwater Goddess, it was useless. She insisted on staying. Linjun had no choice but to come up with a plan. He plucked a lock of hair from his own head and gave it to the Saltwater Goddess. The Goddess happily wore the hair. When she turned into a flying insect again, the lock of hair was very eye-catching among the flying insects. So Linjun bent his bow and shot the Saltwater Goddess down with one arrow."
"Ah! What happened?"
Xuanyin nodded: "The goddess sank into the river, the flying insects disappeared without a trace, and Linjun set off with his people.
"Actually, there's another version. The Saltwater Goddess and the Prince of Xiang, which is actually just another name for Linjun, got married and loved him dearly. But the Prince of Xiang was ambitious and refused to stop fighting for his wife. So the Goddess transformed into a sky full of crows to stop the Prince of Xiang, and then was shot down by an arrow."
The system was speechless: "No, they were all shot to death in every version, right? Making a divine robe out of such a love-brained person... doesn't suit you at all."
Xuanyin: "Actually, there is another version. My senior brother said that this version is probably the most authentic.
"It is said that Linjun and his people passed by the Saltwater Tribe. The Saltwater Tribe is a matriarchal society. The Saltwater Goddess wanted to keep Linjun so that they could develop together and form an equal alliance. However, Linjun refused and fought with the Saltwater Goddess for ten days before shooting her dead. All the people of the Saltwater Tribe were enslaved, and the fish and salt land where the tribe was located was also occupied by Linjun, becoming one of his inheritances."
The system exclaimed, "Is this the truth?"
Xuanyin shrugged. "Who knows? But a patriarchal clan destroyed a matriarchal tribe, and then fabricated a character for the other party's female leader, saying she was infatuated with them, unwaveringly devoted to them until death, and incapable of distinguishing the important from the unimportant. This was used to justify their actions and highlight their own charm. Doesn't it make sense?"
She shook her head. "When my senior brother told me the first two versions, although I felt that the goddess was disappointing, I still felt that the feelings were quite sincere, so my senior brother told me the third version."
"And then you think all men are bad from now on? This will completely destroy your chances of becoming a love-brained person."
Xuanyin explained seriously, "Senior Brother was just teaching me some of the principles of the world, namely, who are victors and who are losers. He also said that even if the Saltwater Goddess were a man, she might be given a reputation for cruelty or some other stigma to make the victor's victory seem more glorious and righteous. History is mostly like this; otherwise, they say history is written by the victors."
After a pause, she continued, "But I have indeed heard too many stories like this since I was a child, and I think men are all pretty low-browed."
The system exclaimed: "Your senior brother is so amazing."
Xuanyin smiled, a glint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes: "Senior brother is of course very powerful."
She started to draw, but felt that the style of flying insects was still a little low, and it would be cooler to turn into a crow.
She quickly drew a lot of crows.
Next comes image design.
The Saltwater Goddess is said to be extremely beautiful and has a beautiful singing voice. As the leader of a matriarchal tribe, she is also resolute, powerful and majestic.
She has slightly dark skin, long flying hair, a forehead ornament on her head, and a simple robe on her body. She looks more down-to-earth than Shiji Niangniang. She is barefoot, and wears simple yet mysterious jewelry on her hands and feet. She has a wild tension.
Looking at the image she had drawn, she nodded, very satisfied.
She still admired the character of the Saltwater Goddess in the third version, who died fighting for the tribe.
Then turn on the computer, pull out the software, and start making a three-dimensional model.
The night deepened little by little, and the system dumpling was yawning beside him: "It's late, go to bed."
Xuanyin looked at the time, turned off the software, got up to practice physical exercises and take a medicinal bath. After finally finishing all the work, it was almost midnight.
The system thought she should finally take a rest, but she changed into formal clothes, combed her hair neatly, sat upright, took out lotus seeds and started her prayer today.
The system almost collapsed: "You don't have to work so hard, right?"
Xuanyin said, "We have to pray for seven consecutive days. How can we give up halfway?"
She closed her eyes as she spoke.
The system remained silent, looking at the host who was as steady as a clock. How could such a self-disciplined and hardworking host not succeed?
…
While Xuanyin was studying hard, Cheng Zixin was also studying hard, but she was forced to study hard.
She had already produced six lotus seeds today, but the instructor in charge asked her to rest for three hours before continuing.
Cheng Zixin was about to collapse.
This magical dress looked easy to wear, but every time a lotus seed was produced, she felt that her body was hollowed out. The consumption was really huge. If this continued, she felt that she would be drained dry.
She walked back to her room with weak steps. The assistant handed her the laptop and asked, "Have your family been trying to contact you?"
Cheng Zixin took a look and saw her grandfather, parents, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, friends and classmates. They all came like flies smelling a scent, and the first thing they asked was if she could get a magic pill for them.
Even Wen Yan wanted the elixir in a roundabout way, and brought up many so-called sweet pasts for this purpose.
Cheng Zixin suddenly felt a surge of resentment in her heart.
Why should I work so hard here while these people are living so well thanks to her, and now they want to take advantage of them?
Suddenly, she saw a message from a number she hadn't contacted for a long time.
[I heard that you, old classmate, have obtained authorization from He Xiangu. Congratulations!]
Her pupils shrank, and she subconsciously looked outside, then replied to these people one by one, and "by the way" replied to this special account.
[We're doing closed-loop production now. It's exhausting!]
[Haha, when can we get together? Do you have that magic pill for sale? I'm just looking out for my old classmates.]
[Not much for now, don’t think about it]
[Even if you don’t have any, you should still treat your old classmates to a meal. If you have time, make an appointment with one.]
After chatting for a few sentences, the conversation ended. Cheng Zixin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the bed. She felt as if she was exhausted from being attacked from all sides on the first day.
The assistant knocked on the door and said, "Teacher Cheng, go to bed early. You have to get up in three hours."
Cheng Zixin pursed her lips. She knew that too many people were waiting for this elixir. In the face of the huge demand from the entire federal upper echelons, she was just a small character, a production machine that did not need to have emotions and should not be tired.
At this moment, she suddenly realized so clearly the viciousness of this divine robe.
…
"Wow, Cheng Zixin is going too far, actually saying He Xiangu is vicious!"
In the afternoon, Xuanyin took He Zhiyi, who had already completed three physical therapy sessions, home from the hospital. He Zhiyi took a nap, while she was sitting on the swing in her yard, screening the authorization applications in private messages, while the system was screaming beside her.
Xuanyin was annoyed by the noise and glanced at it: "Did you install a surveillance camera at Cheng Zixin's place? Are you so free?"
"Didn't I want to see if she has any elixirs so I can get them for Mom? So I monitored her computer, but she actually complained to others today, saying that He Xiangu, the divine clothes, was too vicious and had caused her great harm."
Xuanyin continued to look at the screen in front of her: "This divine robe concentrates all harm and pressure on one person, and then benefits the public. From a certain perspective, it is indeed quite vicious."
System: “…Ah?”
Seeing its dazed look, Xuanyin pinched it and said, "I've selected four people. Please help me check whether their information is true. If it is, send the authorization key to them."
The system quickly looked at the four lucky geese that were selected.
The first one was a male psychic. The reason for his application was that he was a psychic doctor working in a hospital on a marginal planet. The hospital was full of patients with terminal illnesses. He tried his best to relieve their pain but could not save them. He hoped to save people through He Xiangu.
As for the remuneration, the man said that the entire hospital was willing to raise 1 million to purchase the authorization.
It feels quite sincere.
The second one was also a male spirit possessor. He said he was a spirit possessor at a military hospital after the war. He saw many soldiers suffering from the aftereffects of spirit possession, as well as low-ranking soldiers who had been deeply wounded by nightmare beasts and suffered various ailments. So he wanted authorization to help his fellow soldiers.
The purchase price is five million. If the price is agreed, he can submit a report to the military to apply for funding.
The third one is a female spirit master. She is a veteran of the Equality Association. Although she is a spirit master, she has been actively resolving conflicts between spirit masters and ordinary people over the years, speaking for ordinary people and believing that spirit masters should not be superior to ordinary people.
The other party claimed that after obtaining the authorization, it would be used free of charge to treat ordinary people's diseases. The purchase price was 8 million, which would cover the Peace Association's operating expenses for three years.
Finally, the fourth person came up. After seeing this, the system was surprised and asked, "The fourth person is obviously someone who's just seeking fame and reputation. Why did you give her the authorization?"
The fourth person is a famous female psychic doctor who charges very high fees and specializes in serving the powerful. She is very famous in the circle, but she also has a lot of negative information, such as ambiguous relationships with many bigwigs, suppression of outstanding juniors, and arrogant behavior of her nephews and nieces.
Xuanyin, holding a ball of soft clay and molding a model of Crow T, said, "Why should I choose someone who's generally considered good? I personally don't have any desire for this federation to develop in a better way. What good is it to label a mythical quest-type divine garment as only friendly to the good and righteous? Am I just waiting to be morally blackmailed in the future?"
The system is stuck.
Xuanyin continued to sculpt the model. "The divine garment itself is neither good nor bad. It depends on how it is used. Of course, I won't grant the license to the most vicious people. I have a bottom line on this."
The system nodded: "I understand."
Looking at the fourth person, he was willing to pay 20 million for the purchase. Although it was not as much as what the Spiritual Master Association paid, it was already quite generous.
The system sighed: "Selling licenses is really profitable. No wonder this industry is both profitable and expensive."
It checked these four people and confirmed that the actual situation was consistent with what was written in the application. It then sent authorization keys to each of them, completed the transaction, and edited a new pinned message saying that He Xiangu's authorization had been given out.
Not to mention how excited and happy the four people who received the authorization were, and how disappointed the others who were not selected were.
Anyway, for the next period of time, Xuanyin lived an easy life. She went to physical fitness classes every day, and usually drew pictures and made clothes at home. She made a lot of beautiful skirts and suits for herself and He Zhiyi.
Xuanyin's aesthetic taste is top-notch, and because it's quite different from the local aesthetic taste in the Federation, the clothes she makes have a unique charm and beauty.
As He Zhiyi's health and mood improved, he looked younger and his excellent foundation gradually emerged. When he went out for a walk in his new clothes, he was a unique sight.
So, not long after, He Zhiyi had a lot more friends, all of whom were rich ladies from the neighborhood who came to her because of her reputation.
She also often received invitations to afternoon tea, but she didn't like visiting other people's homes and had never been.
Xuanyin thought about it and asked He Zhiyi if he wanted to make his own clothes. He Zhiyi was indeed very interested, so that day Xuanyin invited a senior fashion designer to come home and teach He Zhiyi.
Cheng Shuhui came out of the dream world after class and went downstairs to see a room full of all kinds of fabrics and the teacher who looked like he had seen her at a fashion show. He almost had a heart attack and tremblingly pulled Xuanyin aside: "How did you hire this teacher?"
Xuanyin said, "If you pay enough, you can get it."
Cheng Shuhui pointed at the fabrics in the room and said, "These fabrics are not cheap, are they?"
Xuanyin: "Of course, the clothes Mom makes are meant to be worn, and maybe given as gifts to the ladies in the future. How can I use low-grade fabrics?"
Cheng Shuhui held his chest, feeling that the speed at which he made money was far less than the speed at which his sister spent money.
"Where did you get the money? Do we still have so much money?"
Xuanyin looked at him and smiled, "You mean that 600,000 yuan bonus? You've almost spent it, right? If it's not enough, just use your credit card. Brother, you need to work harder to make money."
Cheng Shuhui: "...You'd better stop calling me brother, you are my brother!"
But this money is spent on his mother, what can he say?
Looking at his mother who was becoming more and more graceful and relaxed, he seemed to see the mother who lived a life of luxury and had nothing to worry about when his father was still alive, and his eyes couldn't help but become red.
It was his incompetence that caused his mother to suffer over the years.
He went back upstairs and vowed to work harder, make more money, and never let his mother's quality of life decline again.
The system floated over, crunching on virtual fries. "Look at you! You've bullied him to tears! You're still young, but you have a heavy burden on your shoulders."
Cheng Shu went back upstairs and came down again not long after. He was putting on his coat while going downstairs. Xuanyin and He Zhiyi looked up at him inquiringly.
Cheng Shu replied: "I just received a notice that I have to go to the Spiritual Master Association."
Xuanyin: "Headquarters? I heard that the Imperial delegation arrived today. Is the Spirit Masters Headquarters hosting them?"
Cheng Shu replied, "It's the headquarters. Aren't there students from the incubation camp in the delegation? My instructor asked me to help entertain them."
He Zhiyi quickly said, "Then hurry up. Is it too late to call a taxi now?"
Xuanyin said, "There's a license plate restriction on flying cars in the First Special Zone today, so it might be hard to get a taxi. Just drive yourself." She took the car keys and said, "There might not be a place to park over there. I'll drive you there."
Cheng Shuhui: "...No, we have a car?"
Xuanyin: "I rented one, didn't you know?"
When Cheng Shuhui saw the car driving out of the underground garage, the corners of his mouth twitched again and again: "This car, the rental fee is not cheap."
Xuanyin: "Yes, this car has high performance, and this license plate is not restricted, it is worth the money, but Mom thought it was very cheap, don't let it slip."
Cheng Shu thought about what to say, but finally shut up. This sister really spends money like crazy, and he feels more pressure on his shoulders.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. I can get a subsidy for working today." He muttered softly. Xuanyin heard it and couldn't help laughing.
Xuanyin is now very skilled in driving this kind of flying car. Driving in the air feels like flying a plane. She soon arrived at the headquarters of the Spirit Attachment Association.
The building of the association's headquarters is like an oval egg. It is very tall and can be seen from a distance. It is a landmark building of the First Special Zone.
The security here was indeed tight today. Che Shan, Che Hai, Xuan Yin and the others were stopped and guided to stop. Then they looked up and saw that Xuan Yin was still there, but Cheng Shuhui's face had already darkened.
The man outside, wearing a welcoming banner on his chest, also frowned: "Why are you here?"
Xuanyin then looked at the man carefully. Oh, isn’t this Wen Yan?
This was the first time she had seen her legendary ex-fiancé in person. He looked quite handsome, with a good appearance. But wasn't he said to be a child of destiny? Why was he here welcoming guests in such a bright day?
Wen Yan naturally noticed Xuan Yin's gaze. He glanced at her, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He looked forward, chin slightly raised, three parts arrogant and three parts cold: "The association has important matters to attend to today. If it's a personal matter, we won't accept it. Come back tomorrow."
Cheng Shuhui sneered, turned on his computer and called his tutor, speaking out loud.
"Teacher, I'm here, but I was stopped at the perimeter."
The other side said: "I have issued you a temporary work permit. Scan it and come in. Hurry."
Cheng Shuhui hung up the phone, took out the electronic work ID and showed it to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan pursed his lips and looked at him suspiciously: "How do you have such a certificate?"
Cheng Shuhui said with a smug look on his face: "How about you check whether this work permit is real or fake?"
Wen Yan could only scan the card and was told it was approved. He could only say, "You can go in, but cars can't drive in. And this person..."
Cheng Shuhui pulled Xuanyin out of the car: "We are together. Sorry, please stop the car for us. Yingbin, brother."
Wen Yan's face suddenly darkened three shades, but there were other people welcoming guests around, and there were other vehicles behind him, so he could only grit his teeth and bear it, bent down, got into the car, and drove away.
Cheng Shuhui sneered, like the villain with a crooked mouth, and pulled Xuanyin onto the unmanned shuttle bus in the association's own venue, and the shuttle bus drove straight forward.
Xuanyin said: "So, I just came in like this, is it okay?"
Cheng Shuhui coughed and said, "I'll tell the instructor later. He thinks there are only three or four students like me in the First Special Zone, so there aren't enough people working. They're shorthanded today. You should just work harder. It'll be fine."
Xuanyin said nothing, so why did she run here so hard? Wouldn't it be better for her to just drive back and lie down at home?
But she could also understand Cheng Shuhui. In the situation just now, if she turned around and drove back quietly, she would always feel like she was forced to go back by Wen Yan, and Cheng Shuhui would be very angry.
When the shuttle bus arrived at the entrance of the headquarters, they got off, scanned their ID cards and went in. They saw a group of people walking out aggressively. Those faces were the ones you only see on the news.
Cheng Shuhui quickly pulled Xuanyin to the side.
Cheng Shuhui's mentor happened to be in that team. He waved to Cheng Shuhui, and he quickly pulled Xuanyin over, and then was arranged into the team of young people at the back.
A group of people went out to greet them.
One after another flying cars came from afar, surrounded by escort cars from the Federal Security Agency. It was a huge and spectacular sight.
Then the flying car landed in the square, and people got off one by one. It can be seen that the styles of scholars, soldiers, and politicians are clearly distinguished, but what is the same is that they all have gorgeous uniforms, which suddenly makes the federal side look very simple.
These people were surrounding a blond young man in a golden tuxedo, and next to the blond man stood a black-haired young man in a black military uniform, standing tall and straight like a pine tree.
The leader here came forward and shook hands with both parties in a friendly manner.
Xuanyin was standing far away and couldn't see clearly, but she had good hearing and heard the blond man being called Prince Jin Kechi.
The people nearby whispered, "Is that golden-haired prince the youngest of the imperial family?"
"I heard that Ren T is the mascot of this diplomatic mission. The chief envoy is the black-haired general beside him, named Gu Yu. He is a rising star general of the empire and seems to be at least an eight-star general."
"Isn't that the same level as our Major General Yan?"
"It is said that the two can indeed be compared."
"I think if both of them are eight-star, Gu Yu will be stronger. After all, the Imperial God Tower seems to be stronger."
Xuanyin glanced at the person who was speaking and thought to herself that if the Divine Tower heard what you said, you would be recorded in the notebook of that petty-minded Divine Tower.
After a short exchange of greetings, the leaders led the delegation into the association building.
Xuanyin and the others split into two rows and watched people walk past them.
Suddenly, she smelled a strange smell of blood.
It was very faint, and was covered by many kinds of medicinal and perfume smells, almost unnoticeable. She looked up at these imperial people. Is anyone here injured?
But it doesn't seem like it, because the smell of blood is not fresh.
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