Sky Curtain: Taking Little Rhinoceros to wash his feet! Li Er breaks down!

There were five shopping carts when they were pushed out of Sam's Club's doors.

Lin Yu hailed a Lalamove truck. The driver opened the back of the truck, glanced at the supplies piled up to the ceiling, twitched his lips, said nothing, and began loading the truck.

Little Sizi sat on Lin Yu's shoulders, poked her head out, and stared at the box of cherries with shining eyes: "Big brother, we need to put those purple cherries away carefully, don't crush them."

"Um."

Su Tiantian stood beside the truck, carrying two bags of Weilong cigarettes, looking at the packed Lalamove truck, chewing on gluten, and muttering to herself, "Boss, how much did you spend today?"

"I haven't calculated it."

"Can't you have any concept of money?"

On the screen, the barrage of comments about emperors from all dynasties was still scrolling, but it was much quieter than in the supermarket.

The barrage of comments sent by Zhu Yuanzhang was still hanging in the center of the sky, not yet dissipated.

[Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Dynasty emperor: If the people of our Great Ming Dynasty... could eat a bowl of white rice like this...]

Nobody is going to flood the screen with comments to cover it up.

Lalamove stopped in front of the Starry Night Foot Massage Shop.

Lin Yu jumped out of the car and looked up at the iron roller shutter door that Wang Dafu had kicked and deformed.

He brought up the system panel.

The surge in emotions this morning has already firmly established itself above two million. The super-luxury upgrade package was redeemed long ago, but I've been holding back from using it.

"Use it now."

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he gestured for Su Tiantian to go inside and pick up the package.

Su Tiantian, carrying a cardboard box, pushed open the side door and went inside.

Then one second.

Just one second.

A very low hum came from the lobby, like something being compressed in the air and then suddenly released.

Su Tiantian walked out from the side door, still holding the cardboard box in her hands, and stood still on the steps.

The Starry Night Foot Massage Shop that stood in front of her was gone.

In its place stands a three-story building with a full glass curtain wall. A water curtain hangs on either side of the entrance, a thin layer of water flowing silently down the curved stone walls. The main entrance is a semi-transparent holographic projection panel, upon which pale golden water ripples gently float. The entrance's fragrance system is discreetly operating, and a scent, an indistinguishable blend of wood and herbs, has already drifted down the street.

Inside the lobby, Persian carpets stretched to the corners, a constant-temperature water curtain covered the entire north wall, and the ceiling was replaced with floating warm-colored light panels. Where the reception desk used to be, there is now a row of curved crystal reception desks with holographic menu displays embedded inside.

The signboard has been changed.

The signboard at the entrance features large, gold-plated characters:

Wanchao Xian Palace Foot Massage

The subtitle has two lines of smaller text:

"The same premium medicinal bath used by princesses of the Tang Dynasty"

"The richest man's daughter personally massages his feet."

Su Tiantian stared at the second line, then came to her senses and covered her mouth.

"Who the hell...who gave you permission to write this—"

"You," Lin Yu calmly took the cardboard box from her hand, "You just said you wanted to sign a contract of servitude."

"That was just rhetoric!"

Little Sizi slipped out from beside Lin Yu, stepped into the new lobby, looked down at the thick carpet under her feet, stomped twice, making two muffled "thump" sounds.

"Soft!" The little girl giggled, spun around in a circle, and her two buns flew up. "Big brother brought the Celestial Palace back!"

The barrage of comments exploded instantly.

[Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty: That water curtain wall! Water hangs above the stone wall but doesn't touch the ground—what an amazing technique!]

[Qin Emperor Ying Zheng: The luxury of this shop rivals that of the main hall of the Qin Dynasty's Xianyang Palace. Lin Yu, I retract my previous dismissive remarks.]

[Emperor Taizong of Tang: Sizi, slow down! The carpet is slippery, don't fall!]

[Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty: Is that sign that reads "The Richest Man's Daughter Gets a Foot Massage" from that little girl who mocked us for getting things for free?]

Before Su Tiantian could recover from the shock, a screeching sound of brakes came from the street outside the door.

It wasn't the sound of a car.

It was a sudden stop by three cars in perfect sync.

Lin Yu turned his head.

Three black Rolls-Royce Phantoms with consecutive license plate numbers were parked across the entrance of the foot massage parlor, blocking most of the street. The matte paint on the cars reflected a subtle metallic sheen in the afternoon sunlight.

The car doors opened one after another.

Fourteen men in black suits and sunglasses filed out of the car. Each of them had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and stood as straight as if they had just stepped out of a military camp, landing silently.

The last person to emerge was a middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

His hair was meticulously combed back. His hands were folded in front of his abdomen. He walked into the lobby, not glancing at the new renovations, but his gaze pierced through the entire lobby with remarkable precision, finally settling on Su Tiantian's face as she held a box of cherries, preparing to stuff it into the freezer.

He bowed at a ninety-degree angle, his waist bending into a perfect right angle.

"Young Miss".

His voice was steady, with the unwavering composure characteristic of a professional butler, "You've been gone for thirty-seven days. Chairman Su gave a firm order this morning: no matter where Miss is, you must return to the mansion today to preside over the group's board meeting for the next quarter."

The lobby was silent for three seconds.

Little Sizi stopped stomping her little feet on the carpet and tilted her head to look at Su Tiantian.

Su Tiantian stood by the freezer, holding the box of cherries, without moving.

Her expression showed no panic, nor even surprise.

It's as if we've been waiting for this day to come.

She put the cherries in the freezer, clapped her hands, turned around, and pushed her black-rimmed glasses up.

"The board of directors of the trillion-dollar group," Su Tiantian said calmly, "has nothing to do with me. My current position is the number one technician at Wanchao Xiangong Foot Massage, with meals and accommodation provided, plus five social insurances and one housing fund."

She reached out and pulled the little ox beside her to protect him.

"The feet of a Tang Dynasty princess are not something just anyone can serve. I'm not leaving."

The butler straightened up, his eyes changing for the first time, revealing a restrained yet clear contempt.

His gaze swept across the lobby before finally settling on Lin Yu's face.

"The owner of a foot massage parlor in a third-tier city," the butler's tone was completely unbiased, as if stating a fact not worth arguing about, "If the young lady has been misled here, the Su family is willing to compensate her at the full price, double the amount."

He raised his chin.

"Someone, please ask the young lady to leave."

The fourteen men in black moved at the same time.

Lin Yu shielded Xiao Sizi behind him, said nothing, and simply watched the people walk over.

He hasn't moved yet.

The sky curtain exploded first.

Emperor Taizong of Tang: How dare you act so presumptuously in the celestial palace!

[Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Dynasty Emperor: A few household servants, their entire families executed!]

[Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty: Draw your sword! Lin Yu, what are you waiting for?!]

Golden bullet comments flooded the screen, and the emotion value count jumped rapidly in Lin Yu's mind, triggering the system's temporary sensing mechanism.

[Ding! Detected an extreme outburst of protectiveness from the Emperor of All Dynasties, triggering a temporary reward—]

[The illusory image of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Dynasties intimidates (trial version), lasting thirty seconds.]

Lin Yu did nothing.

Just standing there.

But behind him, the air in the center of the hall suddenly became heavy, as if something was pressing down from a great distance.

Four golden phantoms rose from the ground.

It is not a transparent holographic image.

It's the kind of light that has weight.

Ying Zheng, Liu Che, Li Shimin, and Zhu Yuanzhang, four figures who stood at the pinnacle of Chinese history, were enshrined in the main hall in the form of golden statues hundreds of feet tall.

The patterns on the imperial robes and the folds of the dragon robes are all clearly discernible.

Four pairs of eyes looked down at the same time.

That feeling wasn't about being stared at; it was about being stared at by something standing atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was an instinctive fear of life, death, and power accumulated since the beginning of time.

The man in black at the front paused.

Then came the second, and the third.

Within three seconds, a wet patch appeared on the back of the butler's tuxedo.

No one ordered them to kneel.

But all fourteen men, all veterans of special forces, felt their knees buckle at the same time.

"Bang bang bang bang——"

The sound of kneeling was so dense it sounded like drumming.

The butler was the last to kneel, but he knelt the most thoroughly. His forehead was pressed directly against the Persian carpet, his lips were deathly white, and he couldn't speak. He just desperately retreated, dragging his legs, and crawled out of the door.

The Rolls-Royce's engine roared away thirty seconds later, disappearing into the distance along with its consecutive license plates at the end of the street.

The golden phantom dissipated, and the hall fell silent once more.

Su Tiantian looked down at the carpet under her feet, then at the empty street outside the gate.

She remained silent for about five seconds.

Then he turned his head and extended his right hand to Lin Yu.

"Give me the contract." Su Tiantian pushed up her glasses. "The formal kind, I'll sign it."

Lin Yu took out a pre-prepared employment contract from the front desk drawer and placed it on the reception desk.

Su Tiantian picked up a pen and wrote in the signature column: Su Wanqing.

The little rhinoceros stood on tiptoe and peeked out.

"Sister Sweetie's name is so pretty."

"Nothing sounds as exciting as 'Technician Number One'." Su Tiantian put the pen cap back on, pushed the contract back to Lin Yu, and her carefree expression returned. "Boss, I have a question."

"ask."

Su Tiantian pointed to the subtitle on the signboard by the door, "'The richest man's daughter personally massages feet,' were you waiting for my identity to be exposed all along?"

Lin Yu picked up the holographic control panel on the sign and increased the font size of the subtitle by one size.

"Open for business," he said.

Su Tiantian looked at the line of text, which had been enlarged and hung even more arrogantly at the doorway, and grinned at the sky.

Just then, the sound of an engine came from the other end of the street.

It wasn't the sound of a Rolls-Royce; it was a deeper one, with the low-frequency hum characteristic of top-tier luxury cars.

Lin Yu raised his head.

Three very different luxury cars were parked at the entrance, with the windows rolled down a crack, and someone sniffing outside.

The aroma of herbs, carried by the new ventilation system, had already drifted halfway down the street.

A hoarse male voice came from the crack in the car window:

"Is this the place?"