"Wan Qiang, do you still think you're the high and mighty eldest daughter of the Wan family? Why are you pretending to be so noble?"
"I'm warning you, if you don't serve Mr. Liu well tonight, the Qiao family will send someone to sell you to Africa as a sex slave tomorrow, leaving you with neither life nor death."
Wan Qiang was still enduring the thunder tribulation of ascending to become a god one second ago, and the next second she heard an inexplicable warning in her ears.
As the founding ancestor of the world of metaphysics, Wan Qiang was respected wherever she went and was greeted with people kneeling on their knees. When had she ever been treated like this?
She frowned unhappily and slowly opened her eyes.
Before she could even see what was warning her, countless memories flooded into her mind.
After receiving all those memories, Wan Qiang made a sad discovery: she, the founding ancestor of the world of metaphysics, had failed to overcome the calamity and traveled through time to a poor and obscure rich girl many years later, becoming a hapless person burdened with a huge debt (five hundred million) and forced to sell her body.
What we mean is: there is no worst, only worse, right?
While Wan Qiang was thinking about it, the person who warned her spoke again.
"Not pretending to be dead anymore? Then hurry up and get dressed, put on this dress, and go to Director Liu's room to serve him."
Wan Qiang looked in the direction of the voice. She saw a woman in her thirties. From her memories, she knew this woman was Chen Ke, her former manager, now working for the Qiao family and responsible for ensuring Wan Qiang earned money to pay off her debts.
The center of the head collapses, the Fortune Palace turns black, and the Love Line penetrates the Life Line, which are signs of impending disaster.
Wan Qiang glanced at the transparent rag in Chen Ke's hand, which couldn't even cover a piece of flesh, and said, "The sister you raised with so much effort has climbed into your husband's bed. Aren't you going to go back and check on her?"
Chen Ke didn't expect Wan Qiang to say this, her expression was so wonderful!
Wan Qiang yawned, sat up straight, and continued, "Your husband's name is Song Ling, and your sister's name is Wu Yi, right?"
The original owner of the unlucky guy's personality was basically: all show and no substance, stupid and clueless, a mere vase with a little money but no merit. Given her personality, there was absolutely no way she would care about the family connections of an agent like Chen Ke...
Now, Wan Qiang can accurately call out the name of Chen Ke’s husband and the name of her sister who has her mother’s surname. It is really weird.
Chen Ke began to carefully ponder Wan Qiang's words...
Wan Qiang glanced at her leisurely, "If you don't believe me, you can just call your husband."
Beloved sister.
My husband, with whom we have been dating for over ten years.
If two people like this really get together, who can accept it?
Chen Ke didn't think too much before pulling out his phone and making a call. At the same time, he warned Wan Qiang again, "If you dare to lie to me, you're dead."
Wan Qiang ignored her and cursed her inwardly as a "clown".
The result was, of course, as Wan Qiang said... Chen Ke was so angry that she lost her mind and rushed to the hotel where her husband's sister was having an affair. She accidentally killed both her husband and sister and was sentenced to death and executed immediately.
Of course, this is all in the past.
…
Wan Qiang returned to the small basement where the unlucky guy was living. As soon as she opened the door and entered the room, she smelled a musty smell.
Ugh~
She wanted to stay in a hotel, but the unlucky guy's balance of 12.58 reminded her blatantly that being poor was not worthy.
Ah, this...
Wan Qiang rubbed her brows and sat down at the end of the bed. She sorted through the unlucky guy's memories again and again, and then a light bulb went off in her head. She took out her cell phone and downloaded "Kuaiyu", one of the most popular live streaming platforms at the moment.
After the installation, she registered and logged in to become a newer anchor.
Others have all kinds of talents, but all she can show off, apart from her face, is her ability as the founding ancestor of the world of metaphysics.
The unlucky guy had a terrible reputation when he was alive, with countless haters, so it was obviously impossible for him to make money with his looks. So... telling people's fortunes and predicting their luck and misfortune through live broadcasts seemed to be the only option.
Just do it.
Wan Qiang changed her nickname of Kuaiyu to "Wan Qiang, the Ancestor of Metaphysics", and the title of her live broadcast room is: Live fortune telling, no live eating of shit.
Although Wan Qiang was a transmigrated soul, she was able to accurately grasp the traffic code of this era based solely on the unlucky guy's memory.
As the livestream began, people started pouring in. Most of them were Wan Qiang's haters.
[? Ancestor of metaphysics? You think this is a fantasy novel? I'm dying of laughter.]
[Wan Qiang, your family is bankrupt, and you can no longer make it in the entertainment industry. Are you planning to switch to being a charlatan and a fraud?]
How dare you come up with this name? Who gave you the courage?
[What I'm saying is, why are you everywhere? Wan Qiang, can you please quit the internet...]
【……】
Wan Qiang was indiscriminately attacked by black fans, and her face looked visibly ugly.
In the Dharma Ending Age, spiritual energy was scarce, and she was now a mortal being, so even if she didn't eat, she would be hungry. With a balance of 12.58, she couldn't even afford a decent meal!
It’s like having no food to eat after the last one!
It is said that harmony brings wealth. These unlucky little black fans really don't intend to give her a chance to live.
You are unkind.
I am unjust.
Who wouldn't hurt each other?
Wan Qiang tried to mobilize her spiritual energy to draw the talisman, and it worked surprisingly well. This showed that when she traveled through time, she had brought her cultivation with her.
She quickly drew a 'villain-killing talisman' and displayed it on the livestream screen. Then she slowly said, "In my livestream, those who insult others will be insulted in return. I advise everyone to be more polite and be mindful of their words."
There were over 1,300 people in the livestream room, over 90% of whom were the unlucky guy's haters. Upon hearing Wan Qiang say this, they all scoffed.
[Ah, Wan Lucha, who are you trying to scare? ]
[I've heard that after your family went bankrupt, many young women in Shengguo have taken a fancy to you. You should be busy with your business right now. How do you have the time to live stream online to make a name for yourself?]
[Fuck, a lot of old Babys are attracted to late-blooming green tea? Is that what I understand?]
[Must be good?]
[Help! This is such explosive news, why is it only being released now? Quick, private message me, I want to know all the details…]
[The one above, stop chatting privately, we all want to know, don’t think you can keep it to yourself]
[Yes, yes, yes, don’t chat privately, just say it openly, happiness is better shared than happiness alone]
The comments in the live broadcast room began to unify, all asking that person to explain the details.
Since the demand is so high, I'll elaborate. Everyone knows Wan Qiang is incredibly obscure in the entertainment industry, but her face is undoubtedly the most beautiful in the industry. She's both beautiful and brainless, perfectly fitting the "taste" of countless men. Back then, her family was wealthy, so those older men could only fantasize about her. Now that the Wan family's empire has collapsed, who else but her is the older men's first choice?
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