A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

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[Slow-paced, lighthearted story, multiple female leads, not overly dramatic]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Longguo, Liaoning Province, Shengtian City, Tiexi District, Baogong Street, Jianshe Avenue —

Good morning, everyone at Mikami Delivery!

At 6:30 a.m., in front of a dilapidated storefront, more than twenty delivery riders in khaki uniforms stood in a row, sparsely chanting slogans:

"Good! Very good! Excellent!"

Station manager Wang Dali stepped onto a food delivery box and raised his hand spiritedly:

Our slogan is!

"Running around everywhere, three trips a day is ideal! Speed ​​is key, three trips a day won't be a problem!"

"Alright! It's Jiang Ye's turn to lead the dance today, right? Come on, everyone, give him a big round of applause! Welcome, Little Jiang!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Jiang Ye's lips twitched involuntarily in the crowd.

He didn't quite understand.

It's almost 2026, why does something as embarrassing as the "money-grabbing dance" still exist?

Selling houses and cars to do telemarketing is one thing, but is delivering food really that big of a deal?

Does it mean that no matter what company you work for, all leaders enjoy watching their employees make a fool of themselves?

Even if it's just a small station manager?

Jiang Ye sighed helplessly and dawdled to the front of the line.

Wang Dali glanced at him, ignoring his attitude, and pressed a button, immediately blasting a deafening rhythm from the station's broken speaker:

"Say Yeah~~Yeah~~One, Two..."

Jiang Ye closed his eyes, swayed his body to the music with minimal movement, trying to show that "I'm just doing this to give the stationmaster face," so that his colleagues wouldn't laugh at him later for "dancing so energetically."

Even so, the immense embarrassment was still hard to bear, so he could only frantically mentally try to console himself:

One more day, the last day...

By this time tomorrow, this damn, pointless morning meeting, this stupid money-grabbing dance, will all be none of my business!

Hang in there, Jiang Ye, you're going to be the King of Mineral Water!

......

Jiang Ye is 22 years old this year.

An ordinary appearance—the kind that would disappear instantly in a crowd.

An ordinary academic background—a senior at a third-tier university, currently in his pre-graduation internship.

If I had to say what was unusual about him, it would probably be that a year ago, like many protagonists in online novels, he obtained a system.

Yes, the system.

The system is a standard feature for protagonists in urban fantasy novels and an indispensable ultimate cheat code in harem/harem novels.

As for why a chosen one, a system owner, would be reduced to delivering takeout in the freezing wind at Sheng Tian...

Well, to tell this story, we have to go back to that afternoon last year that changed his life, and the three tempting multiple-choice questions presented to him when the system first appeared—

[Ding! The "Destiny Selection System" has been activated. Please confirm your talent abilities for the next year:]

Option 1: Proficient in singing and dancing. You will gain proficient singing and dancing skills, significantly enhancing your stage presence.

Option Two: Source of Wealth (Mineral Water Version). Automatically generates a 500ml bottle of pure mineral water in your personal space every second.

Option 3: Future Peek (Single Event Version). Select a specific event and peek at its exact outcome one day from now.

Leaving aside Jiang Ye's stunned silence and disbelief for half an hour after hearing the system notification in his mind, followed by his ecstatic joy and wild laughter as he rolled around on his dormitory bed.

He didn't even mention the trivial things he did, like rushing next door to punch that pretentious gym-goer and sending the class beauty a WeChat message saying, "See you at Yuanmeng Hotel tonight."

When faced with these three options, Jiang Ye believed that he had given them considerable thought.

First, proficient in singing and dancing.

It sounds alright, but since it doesn't include "rap" or a free "basketball," its appeal is immediately halved.

Besides, with his plain face, let alone "proficient level", even if he were "master level", he would probably only be able to make the boss smile at the company's annual meeting.

Want to make a living off this? Difficult!

What's more, this is only a one-year trial version. After a year, the skills will disappear, and won't you be exposed for what you really are?

Pass!

Second, one bottle of mineral water per second...

Jiang Ye stared at this option and remained silent for a long time.

If this talent were placed in a post-apocalyptic novel or a science fiction novel with depleted water resources, it would be an absolute miracle, making him a highly sought-after asset by various factions.

The problem is, this is a harem novel about an urban tycoon...

Um......

There was an inexplicable sense of unease, like I'd wandered onto the wrong set.

Pass!

As for the third one...

"Future Peeping" sounds incredibly sophisticated, rivaling even the Ancient One from Marvel.

However, there are quite a few limitations: you can only see it one day later, and you must select a specific event now.

From the perspective of an average college student's daily life, there's nothing to predict, and it feels rather pointless, so it should be passed over.

However, in the end, Jiang Ye still chose the third option without hesitation—the clever man had figured out the "correct" way to use this ability!

Jiang Ye still clearly remembers how excited he was a year ago after choosing his third talent, trembling all over, and almost shouting as he locked onto the "event" he was spying on as the "double color" lottery!

That's a lottery held three times a week, with the jackpot often reaching several million!

All he needs to do is use his abilities to peek at the winning numbers the day before the draw, and then buy the lottery tickets accordingly. Wouldn't that be a sure way to defy fate and achieve financial freedom in no time?

Forget about internships, job hunting, and postgraduate entrance exams!

Jiang Ye had even thought of follow-up plans:

Don't be too greedy. Take it slow and steady. Every one or two months, choose a period with a large prize pool and quietly empty it!

Perfect! It's an absolutely flawless plan!

So, on that sunny afternoon, Jiang Ye, filled with excitement at the prospect of beating up rich and beautiful women, little lolis, and powerful mature women, used his spying ability.

After a string of numbers appeared in his mind, he ran to the lottery station near the school, bought 10 identical tickets, hid the ticket close to his body, and began the agonizing wait.

On the night of the lottery draw, Jiang Ye sat in front of his computer early, his eyes glued to the screen.

then……

Then there is no more.

None of the seven numbers drawn during the live broadcast matched the numbers on his lottery ticket.

He missed out on the first prize, and didn't even win the five yuan consolation prize.

Leaving aside his disbelief, existential crisis, and the half-hour-long "customer service complaint" that went unanswered by the system...

In the days that followed, Jiang Ye, unwilling to give up, tried ten more times.

The miracle did not happen.

Every time I peeked at the "future lottery numbers," they were completely different from the actual winning numbers. The most I ever got was three reds and one blue, which earned me ten dollars.

After a month of repeated experiments, data recording, and late-night philosophical reflections, Jiang Ye finally understood.

It's not that the system is bad, it's just that...

cough......

In short, the dream of changing one's fate through the lottery has been completely shattered.

The predicted event was irreversible, and he was trapped in a year-long wait for the system's "wise man's time"...

Waiting for the new options to be refreshed in the second year.

When choosing an internship position in the first half of the year, Jiang Ye declined his roommate's invitation to form a team, ignored his advisor's advice about "future prospects," and decisively chose "independent internship," returning to Shengtian to deliver takeout.

The reason is simple: peace and quiet, flexible hours, enough to support myself for the next six months, and no trouble for my family—that's enough.

Career planning and future development? That's all utter nonsense.

What kind of career development and career path can an undergraduate student majoring in business administration have if they work as a waiter in a hotel during their internship?

Besides, I'm a man with the system backing me up!

Even if... just in case... the next time the system refreshes the options, it's still those three blood pressure-raising traps from last time, it's okay!

Jiang Ye is no longer the naive and foolish college student he was a year ago!

He has a completely new and more mature plan!

this time!

You must choose option two!

Then immediately, right away! Go rent the cheapest little warehouse and hang up a sign that says "Wild Brother Mineral Water Wholesale"!

Relying on the continuous supply of zero-cost mineral water in the system space, they quickly opened up sales channels at prices lower than the market wholesale price, starting from small shops and restaurants and gradually expanding!

Wouldn't that mean monopolizing the local market and reaching the pinnacle of success?!

perfect!

That's an absolutely brilliant idea!

......

Just as Jiang Ye's thoughts were soaring freely in the wonderful blueprint of the "King of Mineral Water", the catchy "Money-Grabbing Dance" finally came to an end.