I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 503 Aren't you my sister Ma Chunhua? (66)

Although he still wanted to see who this expert was who was passing through Tianyuan, Chen Yu decided to first sort out the follow-up issues of "My Dream".

Through "My Dream," Chen Yu extracts millions of negative emotions from calamities.

Although not as good as the previous Outer God, this negative emotion is abundant and of high quality, and has no side effects, making it an excellent source of emotion.

It would be wonderful to join the Disaster Response Department and deal with these kinds of disasters every day.

Fortunately, "My Dream" is highly customizable. By creating multiple modules, you can deal with different disasters. It is truly an essential solution for home and travel, and for warding off misfortune.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to get into the Disaster Response Department, and Teacher Zhao and others also said that there were many Buddhist cultivators in that department, and they, who were Taoist, would definitely be ostracized if they went in, so they had to give up.

Shaking his head regretfully, Chen Yu lamented that all the good business opportunities had been snatched up by others, and there weren't many left for him.

He sighed and began to focus on the event he had previously spearheaded: the "Underworld Module Selection."

This was the first time "My Dream" had been selected, and the level of enthusiasm from players exceeded not only Luo Tong's expectations but also his own.

There are nearly 20,000 cultivators in the Heavenly Origin Realm, and they have produced more than 30,000 modules. This means that some cultivators made multiple copies, and some mortals also joined in and made modules.

Although most of them are mediocre or even terrible works, this is a good phenomenon.

For a market to thrive, excellent works are essential, but mediocre or even terrible works are also indispensable.

These works are like nutrients; a lot of garbage piles up underneath, allowing good works to grow and accumulate on this soil, eventually creating new masterpieces.

And good works will continue to accumulate, eventually giving rise to masterpieces.

However, because there is too much content, it can only be filtered by the players themselves, and then integrated by them.

Finally, the most sinister batch of modules will be integrated into the outsourcing, becoming Chen Yu's weapon for harvesting emotions.

This time, he'll see who dares to betray him again!
Let's see what you little devils can do!

The thought of sending the dream to a place where the little fairy couldn't reach filled Chen Yu with passion, as if he could see the day when he would use this dream to walk on the road to success.

Plain water tastes better today!

Seeing Chen Yu's excited expression, Lian Qu was filled with resentment.

Why is this a dark theme mod?

Secretly opening her phone, she saw that her anonymously submitted module had also made it onto the leaderboard, with over a thousand comments, consistently ranking in the top three in popularity, receiving rave reviews and virtually no negative ones.

It would be great if it weren't on the list for those over 18.

I used to think that sluttyness was only for people, but I realized I was wrong, terribly wrong. With enough effort, anything can be slutty.

I don't usually use the word "astringent" to describe an object, but this time I really can't.

I initially thought I was the one who was abnormal, but then I realized you guys are just as abnormal as me, so it doesn't matter anymore.

What's wrong with liking blocks?

It's a good thing to receive comments, but if the content of those comments is inappropriate, then something is really wrong.

And Chen Yu, why don't you hold a contest for a sexy module? I'm sure I can win!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Lian Qu wanted to slap himself.

As the incarnation of the Water Deity, instead of persuading people to do good, he was thinking about how to make people feel awkward.

It's one thing to be a little sad by yourself, but now you're dragging others into being sad too. Is that a good idea?

But seeing so many people leave comments praising her still made Lian Qu feel a little smug.

She has little resistance to such praise and compliments.

After reading the comments for a while, Lian Qu decided to go back and make a few more characters, then update them into her own module.

As soon as it was time to leave work, everyone immediately left, fearing that Chen Yu would mark them as working overtime, otherwise they would be in big trouble. Chen Yu also quickly left the company and headed to the small restaurant, intending to stake out and catch them.

The thought of having to prevent employees from working overtime at the company, and then having to prevent them from working overtime elsewhere, made Chen Yu feel a bit tired.

But these are all necessary to prevent being betrayed!
Fortunately, my employees were quite obedient today and I didn't see them.

Sitting down in his preferred spot, Chen Yu noticed that the once deserted little restaurant now had other customers, and the empty hall and private rooms were now half full.

Students, teachers, and others all had some spare money, so they could occasionally come over for a treat and try out what the legendary little restaurant was like.

All of this is thanks to Xu Youran.

In order to help Chen Yu spend money, Xu Youran would find all sorts of ways to spend it every day. Despite being only a part-time employee, she acted like two and a half full-time workers, making Chen Yu feel he wasn't paying her enough.

But rules are rules, and part-time employees only get paid so much; there's nothing he can do about it.

The only thing we can do is give Sangmu City more orders as a way of indirectly supporting her.

He flipped through the menu and had just ordered his usual braised pork rice when he felt a wave of heat hit him.

"Godfather, what a coincidence!" Ma Daqiang excitedly sat down opposite him, taking up two seats by himself.

Liu Qing, the little hamster who came in with him, frowned as she looked at Ma Daqiang, but she knew that this was an objective reason that couldn't be solved, so she could only sit down next to Chen Yu helplessly.

Looking at Ma Daqiang, Chen Yu asked in confusion, "Why are you here today?"

"I don't know," Liu Qing said, flipping through the menu. "I don't know what got into Ma Daqiang today. He suddenly said that eating here might bring good fortune. I figured that since you're so morally upright, maybe it's a sign from heaven that there's an opportunity here, so I came along to try and get some luck, and maybe even protect the Dharma."

"Squad leader, what you said is really insightful. You truly deserve to be a person with a moral score of 60."

"What are you so smug about!"

I am eighty-five years old.

"Eighty-five is... eighty-five!"

Seeing Chen Yu's smug display of his moral points, Liu Qing gasped, making the surrounding air seem thinner.

"Damn it, how can someone who only thinks about how to torture people all day actually get 85? Is there no justice in this world?!"

"Let it bark a few more times, the mournful wail of a defeated dog is really nice to hear."

"Damn it! It's my treat today! I'm going to salvage my moral standing!"

"Don't think about it!"

In the end, they split the food equally, with everyone getting a bowl of rice, so no one owed anyone anything.

Although business is good now, the prices at Xiaochu Restaurant remain the same as before, and the taste has not changed at all. It is a rare restaurant that has always kept its original intention.

So Chen Yu still really enjoys eating here, but he's gotten tired of the expensive food and eventually found that rice bowls are the best.

After finishing their meal, the three were about to review their lessons when they heard someone enter the small restaurant, followed by a gentle voice: "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen here?"

Just as Chen Yu was about to reply, he heard Ma Daqiang across from him say in surprise, "Sister?"

"Huh?" The person who had just come in was stunned.

"I am your distant cousin, Ma Daqiang."

"Eh?"

"Sister Chunhua, don't you recognize me?"

Ma Yueru, now Ma Chunhua, stared wide-eyed at Ma Daqiang from the doorway, her suicidal thoughts returning.

(End of this chapter)