The most important thing now was to stabilize his mind. Engaging in typing battles with the other party would only make him a more tragic target. It would not be able to help anything.
Just take it as the other party did not exist and think carefully about every move afterward. Open the in-game chat and taunt the opponents when he carried the team to victory! He glanced at Ruan Guangjian’s screen. The chat was active.
Pei Qian was unmoved.
Hmph, say whatever you want. I’ll play it my way and would definitely not be able to affect my mentality!
The game continued.
Modest allowed the other party’s Traveler Bao Xu to speed wildly in front of the tower, indifferently without any intention of leaving the tower.
However, the three Nakano opponents reluctantly crossed the tower again, wanting to repeat the same old trick and kill Modest under the tower.
“Do you know when to stop?”
“Are you all crazy?!”
Modest used every trick up his sleeve to deal with the three opponents under the tower. However, the three opponents were already prepared, taking turns guarding, and was about to kill Modest before retreating.
At this critical moment, Literary Genius of the Winds, Ruan arrived!
Literary Genius of the Winds had yet to appear on Pei Qian’s black and white screen, but his voice rang in the earphones. “Emei Mountain is better than the Western Paradise; Luo Fu Mountain leads straight to the Southern Seas[1].”
The Literary Genius of the Winds flashed across the wall and spammed his ‘E’ key. He shuttled in between the three of them, using his rather large brush to draw an arc on his side. The ‘Q’ skill directly lowered the health points of the three who forcibly crossed the tower.
The other party had already killed Modest. The state was not good, and the defense tower was still outputting. There were obvious differences in opinions recently.
Some people felt that they could retreat after killing Ruan; some of them thought that he could not be beaten and wanted to leave immediately. The formation was in instant chaos.
“The painter wields a colored brush, bringing the mountains and seas before his eyes[2].”
The Literary Genius of the Winds scribbled wildly with his ink brush. The other party wanted to attack him, but Literary Genius of the Winds had used many soldiers to shuttle quickly under the tower, completely defeating the enemy’s intention to attack.
The crazy brush summoned a gust of wind, blowing up two of the people who did not retreat in time!
Illusions appeared around the two who floated in the air, and the Literary Genius of the Winds came to their side in that instant.
“Double kill!”
Only Traveler Bao Xu was left standing. The four hoofs stomped quickly, trying to accumulate rage points and wanting to escape to his own tower. However, at this moment, a new line of soldiers came.
“The colorful wall painting is very precious, where the immortals think about their own doing[3].”
The Literary Genius of the Winds used this wave of small soldiers as a springboard directly, walking in the wind, quickly shuttling, and catching up easily with the hoof of Traveler Bao Xu. Walk swiftly through ‘A’ to get through ‘Q’ skill and successfully kill Traveler Bao Xu under the tower!
“Seclusion would lose its meaning if one were to go into seclusion after he succeeded in his official career[4].”
He broke away, jumping into the grass, and made his way back to the city just before he gave the tower its final blow.
Literary Genius of the Winds’s return movement was to hold the small brush, brushing bit by bit while stepping on the big brush. It looked extremely cool.
The opponent’s team was immediately amazed.
“What the f*ck! Too impressive! We met one who knows how to play this character!”
“Big boss!”
“You’re really something!”
Pei Qian looked at the two extra assists on his body and felt complicated. The answer as to why there were only two assists was simple. He did not touch one of the heroes.
He then looked at Ruan Guangjian who was taking off directly with the heads of the three.
No, that doesn’t make any sense. The script isn’t written this way!
Where was the target on Yasuo? Is that how you target him?
…forget it, it’s okay as long as we can win.
The script had now gone wrong. The primary goal now was to win; otherwise, he did not know what kind of ridicule he would face when the game was over!
Pei Qian stood in silence, continuing his development.
The game had now entered its 25th minute. Both sides broke out into fierce team battles!
Pei Qian happened to be walking along the river, trying to eat a wild monster to supplement his growth. However, the enemy suddenly rushed out of the grass, wanting to eat the meat of the hedgehog. Pei Qian’s teammates were also well-prepared. Both sides started a melee!
The wide-open Modest was very delicious. It held out against the opponent’s damages and played a significant AOE effect through the throwing of coins. Other teammates rushed in, especially the Literary Genius of the Winds, Ruan who had no pressure in the output of the chaotic team battle. Three people ganged up against him and soon settled the victory!
Finally, they won with the sacrifice of Modest’s death. His remaining four teammates advanced all the way, preparing to win the game.
“Hmph, who asked you to target me? True strength is not being afraid of being targeted!”
“Your failure was set in stone when the level-two jungler caught up!” Pei Qian hurriedly opened the global chat, ready to exchange a few words with the other party. When else should he do it if not immediately after he won?
The other party actually started talking first.
“I said to kill you 10 times, and I did!
“We might have lost the game, but I feel great!
“Blood earned!”
Pei Qian’s mind was filled with question marks. He glanced at the data panel. Ruan Guangjian’s data was obviously 11-0-4.
How did you kill him 10 times?
He scrutinized the data panel and found out that only Modest died 10 times. It was 2-10-13, almost tripled. Obviously, he had made his due contribution to the team.
Pei Qian was completely dazed.
What did they mean? Was the ‘kill him 10 times’ referring to me? It was not aimed at Ruan but Modest? What did that mean?
I’m a piece of meat, such a simple and honest image; was there a need to target it?
That was all so strange.
Pei Qian typed a question mark in the public chat with doubts.
11?
That question mark received an immediate reply. “Shameless old thief, how dare you have the face to type a question mark? You were the one who designed this orphan hero, no?
“The source of evil in the Super God Canyon, everyone knows it!”
Pei Qian was even more baffled now. What did they mean?
Could it be…?
Pei Qian hurriedly pressed ESC and clicked ‘Surrender’, oh no, clicked ‘Settings’ to bring out the name of all the heroes.
He then saw a title clearly written under his user ID. It was very eye-catching.
The designer of Literary Genius of the Winds, Ruan.
Pei Qian: “…”
He seemed to have understood why the script of this game was totally different from what he imagined it to be now. This title sold him out!
Yasuo might be hateful, but the person who designed Yasuo was even more despicable! Was there any question about who to kill first when both Yasuo and his designer appeared together at the same time?
He thought of what happened previously.
The level-two jungler was caught up and the three people in the mid-lane. The skills of the group were all used on Modest. They even completely ignored Yasuo who was happily spamming ‘E’…
Everything was clear now!
Pei Qian sighed silently, feeling drained. It seemed like he would never be able to use this account again in the future…
The game was over.
Ruan Guangjian took off his earphones with a face full of excitement. “Boss Pei, our coordination was perfect!
“Your final stats might not be great, but anyone who understands the game can see how you absorbed the tons of damage you took on during the team battle and made outstanding contributions!
“The MVP should obviously be yours!
“Moreover, my hero is so strong! Boss Pei, thank you so much!”
Ruan Guangjian thanked him with all his might. Obviously, this game was very enjoyable for him.
The corners of Pei Qian’s mouth twitched. He did not quite understand why the knife that was originally intended to stab Ruan Guangjian landed on him again.
It was all because of that Min Jingchao!
Why the f*ck did you add titles? Wouldn’t carrying this title come with a halo of ridicule?
The corners of Pei Qian’s mouth twitched slightly. “Is this really your first time playing this hero?”
Ruan Guangjian: “Yes, it’s my first time.
“However, I played Gods Rising often when I was in university. I do have some foundation in it so I probably learned it a little faster.”
“How many points did you score in Gods Rising?” Pei Qian asked. Ruan Guangjian thought about it. “I had over 2,000 points for a while, but that was a long time ago. It has fallen a lot now.”
Pei Qian: “…”
That 2,000 points was already higher than He Desheng, hello!
How dare you say you did not really play much? You motherf*cker did not even speak a word of truth!
You said you were most afraid of ghosts, and then what happened?
Ruan Guangjian did not have enough. “Boss Pei, how about another round?”
Pei Qian shook his head immediately. “No need! I suddenly remembered that I still have something on; I have to go first.” Another round? You’ll obtain double the happiness while I’m killed 0-10?
Dream on!
I would never ever play GOG with you again, never!
Pei Qian left decisively!
Ruan Guangjian could not help but sigh, watching the back of Boss Pei as he left.
“Boss Pei actually remembered to play with me even though he’s so busy.
“Other than playing together, Boss Pei actually cooperated with me so unselfishly. He absorbed all the damage to carry me. I have to remember this friendship well!”
[1] This is a passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
[2] This is another passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
(3] This is another passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
[4] This is another passage from the poem by the famous poet, Li Bai.
Chapter 540 - International Customers of Ming Yun Private Kitchen
June 6th, Monday…
Pei Qian woke up naturally at nine in the morning. His morale had been crushed for the past two days, owing to his gaming experience with Ruan Guangjian during the weekend. He was now cooped up at home, not wanting to go to work.
Pei Qian took out two small pieces of cake and a box of milk from the fridge after washing up. He was prepared to deal with them before continuing his unfinished game yesterday. The room was in a minimalist style, which was commonly known as the ‘Four Bare Walls’ style. Therefore, Pei Qian could only eat at the small coffee table next to the large balcony. This small coffee table was one of the very few pieces of furniture in the entire living room. There were also two small chairs next to it where its main purpose was to watch the scenery outside and drink tea.
The two pieces of small cake were wiped out in no time. Pei Qian threw the garbage into the trash can and left it at that. Someone would clean it up anyway.
The doorbell rang as soon as he settled on the sofa and picked up the controller.
“Hm?” Pei Qian was taken aback before he got up to open the door.
The butler stood outside the door, holding a squarish box in his hand. “Boss Pei, this is an express delivery sent to you from Dream Realization Ventures. Shall I bring it in for
you?”
The butler’s name was Song Kai. He was 26 years old and had previously worked as a housekeeper in a certain rental company. He was Assistant Xin’s candidate. He had been doing well so far.
Of course, there wasn’t much to do in the first place.
Song Kai had often felt skeptical about life ever since he came to the Sloth Apartments.
Pei Qian thought about it. If Liang Qingfan was the only one in charge of the Sloth Apartments, he would naturally be overwhelmed. This project might never become popular, but the cleaning and management of the building had to be recruited.
He must hire at least one cleaner as long as there was one resident in this building.
It would be impossible to get Liang Qingfan to do everything when there were more houses next time, right? He was an architect after all. He had to be responsible for all the design works as well as the on-site construction.
Pei Qian, therefore, was interested in observing Song Kai for a few days. If he felt that this person was ok, he would also make him the person-in-charge of Sloth Apartments to give Liang Qingfan a helping hand. “Unpack it and give me the item directly,” Pei Qian said.
Song Kai opened it, took out the squarish black box from within, and handed it to Boss Pei’s hands.
Pei Qian reached out and took it. He found that this thing was heavier than he expected, but it was not too difficult to move.
That was the improved version of the Fully-Automated Bickering Machine. Zhang Wang arranged for it to be delivered directly to Pei Qian’s residence.
Song Kai closed the door knowingly and took the empty box away.
Pei Qian held the Fully-Automated Bickering Machine and looked around the living room at a loss.
No place to put it!
This thingy was neither big nor small. It was too large to fit on the shelf as an ornament… yet too small to put in the corner of the room or next to the TV cabinet. In other words, this strange size satisfied Pei Qian.
Pei Qian eventually still decided to put it on the coffee table after he looked around.
Then, it looked strangely appropriate. He could reach it while sitting on the chair next to it. The operation for ‘bickering’ was rather smooth as well.
“Very good, Zhang Wang, I’ll trust you once more. I’ll invest in any project that you propose if you make this project a loss!”.
The system obviously had restrictions on the backlog of goods. They did not allow producing goods endlessly when there was a backlog of goods. However, a backlog of 20,000 to 30,000 units should not be a problem.
That meant to say that as long as this project were to meet Pei Qian’s expectations, it would be easy to burn millions to make 20,000 to 30,000 units of the Fully-Automated Bickering Machine.
Pei Qian began carefully examining this Fully-Automated Bickering Machine which he had high hopes for.
The Fully-Automated Bickering Machine was several times larger than the samples that Zhang Wang made previously. It was pure black with a matte texture, but with gold edges on it. It had a low-key and luxurious feel to it.
Pei Qian operated the first wave of the ‘bickering’.
The Fully-Automated Bickering Machine would always go back to its original position every time it was lifted.
If the bar was continuously lifted, the Fully-Automated Bickering Machine would restore the lifted metal rods in the corresponding order. It would make a full recovery and be regarded as a ‘continuous bar lifting’ state.
A reading would be displayed on the box in a purely mechanical way at this time. Once all the sticks were restored, the ‘continuous lifting’ state would be over, and the number on the box would return to zero.
Other than that, Pei Qian also noticed that the material
s inside the box seemed to have been improved. The Y shaped rod became gold, and its shape seemed to be redesigned, filled with a finely crafted texture.
The cost had doubled from 200 to 400 yuan after all. All this money was spent on these useless fine details.
Pei Qian played with it for two minutes before losing interest in it. Who would want to buy this lousy sh*t for 488 yuan? That would be mental!
Firstly, it served no practical purpose.
Secondly, it was a pure black box with gold rims. Even if it had a frosted texture, not many people would use it as an ornament since many better things could be bought for the same price.
Pei Qian was so satisfied that he gave He Desheng a call immediately.
“I received the Fully-Automated Bickering Machine. It’s great; mass-produce and pay for it immediately! Hmm… it is cheaper if we make more? Let’s stock 20,000 units of them first then!”
Producing 20,000 units for the first batch and leaving them all in the warehouse. Eight million yuan would be gone in an instant.
Of course, Pei Qian would consider continuing to increase stocks if the early sales were not good. However, the exact amount would have to depend on the system.
However, in any case, Pei Qian could be said to have high hopes for Zhang Wang’s Fully-Automated Bickering Machine!
June 7th, dinner time…
At Ming Yun Private Kitchen…
‘Ming Yun Private Kitchen’ was how Tengda called it internally. Everyone else called it a ‘nameless restaurant’, which was made famous because people could not find it online at all.
Two tall blondes arrived at the front entrance of the villa.
“Elena, I did not expect this place to be so remote. I wouldn’t have come along with you if I’d known.”
“Alright, Jessica. A very good friend of mine made a reservation two months in advance. It’s my first time here as well; complain only after you think this local restaurant is not worth its reputation after we tried it.”
“Alright, but I would not give any face if their food isn’t good.”
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