bayedsolid Chapter 2 What more could you want?
Chapter 2 What more could you want?
"Damn it!"
He Fan opened his eyes groggily.
The throbbing pain at the back of her head made it difficult for her to sit still.
What kind of lousy beer has such a strong aftereffect?
He struggled to pick up a crushed aluminum can and examined it closely.
'Bluebird Pure Life'
It's nearing its expiration date, which is bad enough, but it's also a Bluebird brand.
I didn't check my phone all afternoon.
He Fan's WeChat messages were about to explode.
Han Shuting: Fanfan, have you gone home?
Han Shuting: Let me tell you, Wang Li is definitely going to cause trouble for you and withhold your salary.
Cheng Nian: Fanfan, you're amazing! I've been wanting to get over Wang Mama for a long time!
Cheng Nian: Where are you planning to go in the future?
Manager Li: Xiao Fan, how am I supposed to protect you after all this trouble you've caused today? How about we have dinner together tonight?
Manager Li: Your supervisor knows I'm good to you, and now she wants to bypass me and escalate this matter directly. Do you need me to help you persuade her?
He Fan felt nauseous when he saw Manager Li's message.
Manager Li is Wang Li's direct supervisor.
He wears a shirt, trousers, and leather shoes every day, and his hair is always neatly combed.
The shirt buttons on her stomach were never fully closed.
Every time He Fan saw him, he could see his weathered belly button through the gap in his stretched shirt.
He has been harassing He Fan openly and secretly for a year.
Fortunately, this person had the desire to steal but not the courage.
She didn't dare to go too far at the company, only daring to flirt a little.
He thought he was handsome and charming, and spent his days disgusting her on WeChat.
Now I finally don't have to put up with this jerk anymore.
He Fan typed out a row of large characters with lightning speed using the 26-key keyboard.
"Eat your mother! Li Douyou! Has no one ever told you that your eyes are smaller than your belly button?"
Without waiting for Manager Li's reply.
He Fan deleted and blocked him in one go.
This refreshing feeling seemed to have relieved He Fan's headache considerably.
I feel like I've forgotten something, but I can't quite remember it.
I guess he was drunk and had some weird dreams.
With that thought in mind, He Fan got up and began to tidy up the bottles and jars on the table.
I threw all the clothes that had been piling up for two or three days into the washing machine.
I leisurely put on a face mask.
I turned on the projector, ready to watch a movie.
Finally, I don't have to work overtime every day anymore.
I'll rest for two days and then schedule job interviews next week.
To be precise, He Fan just graduated this year.
Last winter break, she was a junior in college when she happened to encounter a large-scale flu outbreak across the country.
The school has informed us that we do not need to return to school and will take online classes at home.
She started looking for internships back in April.
Although He Fan wasn't exactly a campus beauty, she had a very good foundation.
Beneath her thick eyebrows were a pair of captivating eyes with long eyelashes and slightly upturned corners.
She has a high, straight nose and fair, delicate skin.
She has a cool and aloof demeanor when she's not wearing makeup, but becomes somewhat charming and alluring when she is.
Although he is only 165 cm tall, his head-to-body ratio is perfect.
Her legs were thin and straight, and she had a full bust and a shapely bottom.
Overall, she's a fairly attractive girl.
She was able to start her internship at Hong'an Group right after graduating from school.
Besides her own good abilities, she also benefited from her appearance being much better than those of the other interviewees.
Although Wang Li kept using the fact that she got the job because of her looks to manipulate her.
But He Fan is very open-minded.
I don't care what others think.
Being able to stand out from dozens of applicants is already a testament to one's abilities.
She originally envisioned working hard at the company, learning and growing, getting promoted and earning a raise, and reaching the pinnacle of her life.
Unfortunately, he died before he could achieve his goal...
As soon as I arrived, I was targeted by that old witch, Wang Li.
Hey, forget it.
I don't want to think about it anymore, I'll just watch TV.
The movie "Hello Mr. Billionaire" was playing on repeat.
Brother Duoyu is in the warehouse looking at the piles and piles of inheritance.
Seeing the end, He Fan was so envious that he ripped off his face mask!
Do you have money but don't know how to spend it?
I don't know how to spend the money on me, it's really frustrating.
Wipe the no-rinse face mask clean with a damp face towel.
Hang all the clothes from the washing machine neatly on the clothes rack.
He Fan snuggled comfortably under the covers again, watching a movie while his mind wandered.
He was calculating how long the three thousand yuan he had would last.
I recall how handsome and dashing I was at the company today.
Which supermarket did I snatch the alcohol from today? I can't believe I got poisoned; I almost died young!
"Wait, something's not right, poisoning?"
He Fanteng sat up abruptly from the bed.
Let's slowly sort out what happened at noon today.
"I got poisoned, then my stomach hurt for a while, then... I fainted, and then I got better?"
"Holy crap, a system! It must be something I heard—the system from the novel?"
He Fan finally remembered what he had forgotten.
While she was in a daze, she must have heard the system, the money-spending system that was waiting to be activated.
How do I activate it?
"Activate the system?"
He Fan didn't react at all after he shouted.
Wait a minute, according to the novel's plot, shouldn't something be happening in my mind by now?
"System activated!"
"..."
"Activate number 188!"
"..."
"Number 188 activated!"
"..."
"Damn it, that's enough. Activate System 188!"
"..."
"Fake, pshaw, another pipe dream. Activate my ass, what kind of bullshit number 188, this 'Godly Rich System,' and it even wishes me a happy money-spending experience. I'm already unemployed, and you're telling me to have a happy money-spending experience?"
He Fan was just rambling on and on.
Then I heard that mechanical voice echoing in my mind—a voice I had never experienced firsthand but had imagined countless times.
"Beep beep beep, host password detected: (Activation) my ass, what bullshit (No. 188), and (Godly Rich System), and (Wish me a happy time spending money)."
"System No. 188, the Godly Tycoon System, has been activated. From now on, I will serve you wholeheartedly. Please set a nickname for me, host."
He Fan heard a beeping sound in his mind.
His lips curled up into a wide smile that he couldn't suppress.
I know this process very well.
During my college years, how many of those sleepless nights did I spend without reading novels to keep me company?
Let's call him "Big Shot"
system:"......"
"Set your nickname to that of a tycoon"
System: "Please set your voice mode."
"for example?"
System: "Loli voice, mature woman voice, shota voice, middle-aged man voice, bubbly voice..."
Before the system could finish its introduction, He Fan interrupted her.
"Can you set it to a Northeastern accent?"
system:"......"
The system has lost count of how many times it has fallen silent.
Although it is a system that is obedient and has no human rights.
But couldn't this host please cherish it a little? The system's life is also a life.
He Fan sensed the system's silence and explained, "Hey, sorry, it's just a personal preference. Your current movements are fine, take your time."
System: "Okay, this is the No. 188 Godly Tycoon System at your service."
System: "This system belongs to the main Godly Tycoon System, and is branch system number 188. The host will possess an unlimited amount of Godly Tycoon Gold globally, which will be issued to a black card in the host's inventory. This Godly Tycoon Gold can only be used for the Love Fund..."
"Wait a minute, what fund? Why are you still so love-struck?"
He Fan hopped barefoot to the door while complaining.
He fumbled for the black card the system had mentioned in the bag hanging on the door.
They actually found it!
The pure black card is edged with gold, and there is a small row of gold printed numbers below the chip on the back.
This is so much better than her flashy but cheap cards.
After receiving the card, He Fan continued to complain to the system.
"Wang Duoyu always tests people's character in the end, but what were you thinking? Why did you give me such a bizarre request?"
"If I had love, would I be 21 years old now, drinking fake alcohol all by myself, waiting for you to come and cure me?"
系统：“宿主，确认攻略对象后，为其花费的爱情基金将返现10%到你的私人账户，对方的忠诚度评分达到60则爱情基金返现20%；对方忠诚度达90可返现50%；对方忠诚度达100可返现100%。”
He Fan's mouth closed again.
He coughed lightly.
He whispered, "You...you continue."
System: "Hmm...that's all."
"Um"
"Gone?"
He Fan's eyes widened even more than when he took his ID photo.
"No, what's wrong with you, 188?"
"Other people's systems have a long list of functions, they can change the host's physical attributes, increase charisma, and even produce miraculous medicines. Why don't you have any of those? Are you so poor that all you have left is money?"
System: "Host, you're talking about seniors. I'm only level one, I don't have the authority, and I'm really only poor in money."
He Fan remained silent for a while.
Forget it, what more could I want?
What we lack most right now is money!