Chapter 4 The Ancient Demon Who Self-Immolated
Five minutes later, Zhang Mo leaned against the table, looking down at Jiang Bo with the same disdainful gaze, fiddling with the official seal in his hand as he listened to Jiang Bo explain the whole story.
The handsome young man, Jiang Bo, with a large bump on his head, knelt neatly at Zhang Mo's feet.
"Since ancient times, demons have existed in this world. Later, as the human population increased, our living space was squeezed out, and we could only hide in remote places. Until five years ago, a few newborn little demons couldn't resist running out and brought back a smartphone..."
In the clear, ocean-like eyes of the handsome young Jiang Bo, there was an irrepressible admiration: "Mobile phones are so much fun!"
"While it's certainly a universal truth, it still feels full of flaws," Zhang Mo said with a cold expression. "Why not just buy a few boxes of phones wholesale and play with them yourself?"
“But we don’t have that much money…” Uncle Jiang said, picking at his fingers with a mournful expression. “Besides, there’s no WiFi on the mountain, and we’ve already used up our data allowance in just three days.”
Then, Uncle Jiang uttered another irrefutable and profound statement: "Data traffic is really expensive!"
Zhang Mo: "......"
So, tempted by the allure of expensive mobile phones and data plans, a group of monsters reluctantly chose to work in the city.
This is truly a story that is both realistic and fantastical.
Zhang Mo said coldly, "Then why didn't you go to an electronics factory to fix screws?"
Uncle Jiang explained, "If the demon race has too much contact with the human race, their cultivation will gradually decline, and they will eventually be assimilated by the human race. So in the end, we voted and chose to open a live streaming company in the city. We heard that this industry is profitable and doesn't require direct contact with the human race. It's perfect for us."
"Can't afford data usage, but have the money to start a company?"
Uncle Jiang: "It's like this, Di Ting, do you know?"
Zhang Mo naturally knew this. According to legend, Di Ting was a divine beast that lay beneath the desk of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, capable of discerning all things in the world through hearing, and especially adept at understanding people's thoughts. In the episode of the true and false Monkey Kings in "Journey to the West," the problem was ultimately solved by seeking help from the divine beast Di Ting.
“We have a little Di Ting here. She went to the casino on her own initiative... and won 100 million in two hours. Just enough as start-up capital.”
"..." In the silence, Zhang Mo noticed a key point: "In other words, your company was originally worth 100 million."
Uncle Jiang: "Yes."
Zhang Mo: "After five years, we only have 10 million left."
Uncle Jiang: "...Yes."
They're really a bunch of ordinary but incredibly talented money-making kids.
Zhang Mo: "...Why don't you gamble full-time?"
Uncle Jiang shook his head: "But this is ill-gotten gains, against the natural order. Actually, the boss said from the beginning that it couldn't be done like this, but she didn't listen and went on to gamble. The end result was that the day after she came back, her Bluetooth earpiece exploded in her ear. Now, she can't hear anything, let alone people. I don't know when it will be restored..."
Zhang Mo: "The boss you're talking about, is it Wang Heng?"
Uncle Jiang: "Yes."
Zhang Mo: "Since he said this was against the natural order, why did you still use the money in the end? Or is it because the unlucky guy has already taken the blame for the retribution, so it has nothing to do with him? Therefore, why not spend the money?"
Uncle Jiang was clearly taken aback, unsure how to respond.
Zhang Mo chuckled: "Fine, next question: Has Wang Heng always been your boss?"
Uncle Jiang answered cautiously, "Yes."
Zhang Mo: "Tears turn into pearls, you're a mermaid, right? Then what is he?"
"..." Uncle Jiang felt that her question, "What is he?" sounded more like an insult than a question, but he still answered, "I don't know, none of us know. Before we younger generations were even born, our eldest brother was already managing our demon race. We only heard from our elders that he was a great demon from ancient times. Who would have thought that he would end up like this..."
An ancient monster who suddenly chose to immolate himself—it sounds like there's a story or an accident involved, but Zhang Mo doesn't care at all.
"Perhaps, she has contracted some serious illness?" Zhang Mo asked casually. "By the way, don't you have a doctor here?"
“There is a descendant of Shennong, but he lost a lot of money playing mahjong recently and is in debt, so he went to Changbai Mountain to collect herbs and won’t answer the phone. But even if we get in touch with him, it’s no use…” Uncle Jiang said sadly, as if he were about to die the next day. “If a great demon of the boss’s level really gets sick, it’s not something a descendant of Shennong can cure.”
Zhang Mo simply gave a curt "Oh" when she heard that they couldn't reach a doctor, and she wasn't impressed by Jiang Bo's melancholic emo. She looked him up and down for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How old are you, anyway?"
Uncle Jiang, with his youthful, 18-year-old face, said shyly, "I'm still young, only a little over 500 years old this year."
Zhang Mo: "......"
It doesn't matter anyway, any one of these guys will outlive her.
Her bastard father is most likely an unknown old monster who has lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, or even a high-ranking member of the demon race.
Zhang Mo quickly reviewed the message she had just received in her mind: "Okay, now let's review what you just said. Wang Heng is your leader, and he's always kept you in check, preventing you from leaving the mountain. Until five years ago, a junior ran away and brought you modern technology. After a democratic vote, you chose to leave the mountain and start a live-streaming company." She paused for a moment, "But I'm 25 this year. I don't know if you understand human culture, or if you've ever heard the saying, 'Only the magistrate is allowed to set fires, while the common people are forbidden to light lamps.'"
Jiang Bo looked embarrassed: "Uh, I don't know about that... To be honest, the eldest brother only told me in the last few months that he has a daughter..." Seeing Zhang Mo staring at him, he seemed to think of something and said, "Also, he said that your birth mother died in childbirth, and all we know is that she was also human. We don't know any other information."
Zhang Mo's eyes were deep and dark, revealing no emotion whatsoever: "I don't think I asked."
Uncle Jiang: "...I thought you would want to know about your parents."
Zhang Mo: "I don't want to know either of them."
Uncle Jiang quickly added, "You may not know him well. If he could, he would definitely be a very good father."
Zhang Mo: "Oh, then why not?"
Uncle Jiang: "He has his reasons."
Zhang Mo: "For example?"
Uncle Jiang said firmly, "Although I don't know what his difficulties are, there must be some."
Zhang Mo was silent for a moment: "Do you have his urn? Can I use it?"
Uncle Jiang looked a little confused: "What are you going to do?"
Zhang Mo smiled slightly: "I feel like you'd enjoy it if I stuffed it in your mouth." After all, even in the current state of the Chinese entertainment fandom, it's hard to find such a pure and devoted fan.
Faced with such a "kind" look, the gentle, helpless, and pitiful Jiang Bo was at a loss for words and could only rub the big bump on his head in grievance.
"Speaking of which," Zhang Mo's gaze shifted to the large bump on Uncle Jiang's head, "shouldn't you also tell me what exactly this official seal did to me just now?"
Vampires, whether in Eastern or Western stories, are always the beginning of trouble.
Uncle Jiang: "This official seal is the symbol of the Heavenly Dao. It just absorbed your blood, which means that the Heavenly Dao has agreed that the entire demon race is now under your control."
"Don't be resistant to this position. The boss once told me that the longer you serve as the demon race administrator, the more abilities you'll acquire. This is very beneficial for the short-lived and weak human race."
Zhang Mo, a short-lived and weak human: "..." She discovered that Uncle Jiang was a very good conversationalist, especially adept at bringing up the most sensitive topics.
However, his understanding of the human race was too one-sided. Besides being short-lived and weak, the human race had another notable characteristic: they held grudges.
Zhang Mo was one of the best among them.
However, she had important business to attend to, so Zhang Mo decided to let him off the hook for ten minutes...
Zhang Mo's gaze returned to the official seal, and he murmured the word "ability" repeatedly, starting a brainstorming session: "Let me think. Since it's a symbol of the Way of Heaven, it means it existed a long time ago. But the shape of the official seal is a modern invention."
Uncle Jiang gave a bewildered "hmm": "This used to be a sword."
"In other words, this thing can probably be changed according to the user's needs."
In ancient times, there was a lot of fighting and killing, and all that was needed was a sword.
In modern times, when he wanted to start a company, this thing became the most important symbol of a company.
Uncle Jiang nodded, somewhat shocked, and asked, "How did you know?"
Zhang Mo did not answer, but continued to analyze: "As for me, I only care about myself, so I need something that I can carry with me and that is easy to use."
Uncle Jiang stared wide-eyed as the official seal in Zhang Mo's hand transformed into a 6-inch black smartphone. It had no special markings except for a powerful silver engraving of the character "天" (tian, meaning sky) on the back.
Zhang Mo: "They're quite obedient."
Jiang Bo's pupils dilated: This is possible?!
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