"Fork...down?"
Shi Jing was stunned by this description.
Zhu Jinchao nodded proudly: "Yes, fork it off!"
"..." Shi Jing curled his lips speechlessly, "Poor people are not allowed to write wish-fulfillment novels!"
[Hahahaha! "Poor people aren't allowed to write wish-fulfillment stories," look how angry our young master Shi is!]
[I'd be furious if I had the password too! What rich woman goes shopping and has the sales assistant "tear" the clothes off her head? This makes us poor folks feel no sense of empathy at all!]
[So what if I "broke off" it? Back in the day, Duanmu Lei even took me shopping at Metersbonwe, and I paid for it myself.]
[So what if I "forked" myself? Back when I traveled to the US, the New York City Party Secretary personally greeted me after I got off the plane.]
[What's wrong with "taking it down"? Back in the day, our family was the richest in Beijing. We felt ashamed if we didn't carry a million yuan in cash when we went out! We felt like we were feeding pigs if we didn't eat at a buffet that cost 98 yuan per person!]
I am the dog rushing to take the exam: [Who are you cursing with the password? Who are you calling a pig?]
"Why are poor people not allowed to write wish-fulfillment novels?" Zhu Jinzhao doesn't understand this and doesn't respect it.
Shi Jing sighed: "Because the novels written by poor people give people the feeling of nouveau riche from the mountains. I only see the abstract, not the luxury and extravagance."
“…Then I’ll write it anyway.” Zhu Jinchao, knowing full well what was going on, added another sentence amidst the famous scene of “forking it down.”
—The wealthy woman bought a lot of clothes today. The shop assistant kindly took out a huge urea bag to help her pack the clothes, but Jinzhao angrily refused.
"Why did you refuse?" Shi Jing asked curiously, pressing his hand against the twitching corner of his mouth.
Zhu Jinzhao quickly typed the rest of the message on the keyboard.
—Jin Chao said, “Change my bag to Stanley’s; I feel more at ease using big brands.”
"..."
The silence of the mirror was deafening.
Zhu Jinzhao smiled with satisfaction, her eyes crinkling, and it took her several seconds to hand the computer over to Shi Jing.
"It's your turn, you can start writing."
"..." Shi Jing stiffly raised his hands, hesitated for a while, and then slowly typed on the keyboard.
The wealthy woman bought a lot of beautiful clothes today. When paying, she very extravagantly pulled out one million from her designer canvas bag and slammed it in front of the sales clerk. Then she left the upscale clothing store and went to the Mixue Ice Cream shop next door to buy a cup of their signature lemonade.
"Isn't it said that poor people aren't allowed to write wish-fulfillment stories? Then why are you writing like this?"
Looking at the "poor man's wish fulfillment novel" written by Shi Jing, which was exactly the same as his own, Zhu Jinzhao found it amusing but also a little doubtful.
Shi Jing handed the computer back to her, then tapped her head with a helpless yet indulgent gesture: "Because you like it. You like writing like this, so of course I have to keep you company."
Zhu Jinzhao blinked blankly and said, "You don't need to come with me. You can write whatever you want."
Shi Jing: "...I just want to write with you!"
“…Okay.” Although she found it a little strange, Zhu Jinzhao didn’t ask any further questions.
She took the computer and buried herself in writing her "poor man's wish fulfillment" novel, completely unaware of the affection in Shi Jing's words and having no intention of paying attention to them.
"..."
Shi Jing's gaze towards her gradually turned resentful.
[Hahaha! My young master Shi is almost turned into a resentful husband by Jin Zhao!]
[Shi Jing: Zhu Jinzhao, I hate that you're such a blockhead!]
[Shi Jing, with tender affection: Chao Chao, I'll do anything you like with you (wink). Zhu Jinchao, expressionless: ...I don't understand, going to feed the chickens, cluck cluck cluck.]
"...Chao Chao, with your current situation, it'll be difficult for you to go on blind dates in the future."
【…No, oh dear…you've finally met a guy who's extremely love-struck, Chaochao, why don't you hurry up and win him over! Otherwise, you won't be able to get a single blind date no matter how many connections you pull!】
May you unleash your imagination and write wildly on the computer today.
After buying Mixue Ice Cream lemonade, the wealthy woman planned to have dinner. She went to the most bustling commercial center in the capital, where luxury cars were parked everywhere. For example, Geely, Emgrand, Baojun, Wuling Hongguang, and Jike.
After finishing this section, Zhu Jinzhao obediently turned the computer towards Shi Jing, whose face was numb. Shi Jing wrote his own sequel below.
The commercial center was indeed bustling. After strolling around for a while, the wealthy Xiao Jinzhao finally decided to eat at a Shaxian snack shop. Shaxian is a big brand with chain stores all over the country. Xiao Jinzhao entered the store, sat down with an air of nonchalance, waved to a waiter, and immediately ordered a deluxe duck leg set meal. The waiter was stunned by Xiao Jinzhao's extravagance!
May the sensible one continue writing today.
After dinner, the wealthy woman went to a large chain supermarket, Want Want, and enjoyed a romantic French afternoon tea. Hmm… those French mini-breads were really good, I think they were called Panpan? She's going to buy a whole box of them on Pinduoduo when she gets back!
"Being rich is great!" thought Xiao Jinzhao, a wealthy woman. She spent the afternoon shopping at the mall, buying many luxury items and enjoying a lavish meal. Finally, she returned home satisfied.
—Back in her newly purchased detached villa! To welcome her back, the villa's housekeeper pressed a mysterious remote control in his hand—instantly, the alarms of Tailin, Yadea, Xiaodao, Emma, and the Ninebot electric scooter all went off in unison, like a grand symphony concert!
"Ah! It's so good to be rich!" To thank the butler for his welcome, Xiao Jinzhao pulled out three million in cash from his canvas bag and slammed it heavily onto the butler! The butler was then killed.
—The rich woman was arrested by the police today for manslaughter… Ah, iron gate, iron window, iron chains, I lean against the iron window and look outside…
—The End.
The two of them each wrote a paragraph, and successfully wrote the rich woman Jinzhao to death.
Netizen: [...]
[...two lunatics.]
There's definitely something fishy about these two; I suspect there's a problem with their ancestral graves.
[Geely and Baojun? This is supposed to be a gathering of luxury cars? This looks more like a grand meeting of drivers from Huaxiaozhu (a popular car brand).]
[Hey, now I know why the show's producers decided Jinzhao and Shijing were a perfect match—because they're both just as bad at thinking.]
[...two kinds of people can't lie under one bed.]
Zhu Jinzhao: "Why did you write me up and put me in jail? I haven't had enough of my life as a rich woman yet."
Shi Jing retorted, "I didn't put you in jail! I only wrote that you used money to kill the housekeeper, but you wrote yourself in that sentence."
“…Hmm?” Zhu Jinzhao thought about his words carefully and found that it seemed to be true.
Shi Jing shrugged helplessly: "Am I right?"
Zhu Jinzhao shook his head: "No..."
"Silly Chaochao." Shi Jing looked at her and smiled.
The two of them sat under the eaves, doing some mundane things and saying some mundane things. Although it was a bit boring, it was at least pleasant and comfortable.
Unlike the three hunters in the villa, who were going crazy searching for them.
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