Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

As I walked out of the residential compound, the wind in the alley brought a wave of sultry heat.

Lin Dawei touched his phone in his pocket.

11,500 yuan.

Although the full amount hasn't been settled, having this money in hand is much better than having to beg and plead for payment like before.

After fussing around for most of the afternoon, my stomach is rumbling loudly.

He turned a corner, strolled down two streets, and walked familiarly to a stir-fry restaurant with an old-fashioned storefront.

"Old Lin, what brings you here at this hour?"

The shop owner was a chubby man in his thirties, surnamed Zhang, weighing over 170 pounds. He was standing at the door peeling garlic, wearing a pink apron around his stomach.

Lin Dawei chose a table near the fan and sat down.

"Just settled the delivery fee, I'd like a plate of shredded pork stir-fried pancakes, a braised egg, and a cold dish."

"Okay."

Fatty Zhang responded and stood up to get busy in the kitchen.

The spatula banged against the iron wok, and the flames leaped high. In just a few minutes, steaming hot fried pancakes and a plate of smashed cucumber were served.

Zhang Xiaopang didn't rush to leave; instead, he pulled out the chair opposite Lin Dawei and sat down.

He casually pulled a tissue from the metal box on the table and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Old Lin, you might not be able to enjoy my cooking again in the future."

Lin Dawei had just put a bite of fried pancake into his mouth when he stopped eating.

"What's wrong?"

"The shop is closed?"

Zhang Xiaopang rubbed his chubby hands together, a smile gracing his oily face.

"Closed at the end of next month."

My family introduced me to someone, and after dating for a while, I felt we were a good match. We're planning to get our marriage certificate in two months.

Lin Dawei glanced at him.

This fat man is honest and hardworking, with good skills, but he's a bit overweight. He's been on blind dates for several years without success.

"That's great!"

Lin Dawei put a piece of cucumber in his mouth.

"Where is the woman from?"

"I'm a local. I used to work in a big city in the south. I just got divorced this year and came back."

Fatty Zhang's eyes lit up when he talked about this.

"She's beautiful and knowledgeable. She said that small restaurants are dirty and tiring and you can't make a lot of money there. She wants to take me with her to do some easy business."

Lin Dawei slowed down his chewing.

Having driven sports cars for over twenty years, he's seen far too many monsters and scoundrels.

A divorced woman who returned from a big city falls for a chubby young man who runs a stir-fry restaurant in a small county.

There's something definitely off about this whole thing.

"If you're not going to run a restaurant, what are you planning to do?"

Zhang Xiaopang slapped his thigh, his voice rising two octaves.

"Let's open a French pastry bakery!"

"She said that the women in the county town nowadays all like afternoon tea and have a bourgeois lifestyle. She has a brand from a big city that she can franchise, so she's planning to have me transfer my restaurant and put all my savings into it to open a shop."

Lin Dawei understood completely.

She's not after the person, she's after the fat man's money.

He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Once the shop is open, you can just find a kitchen helper to lend a hand. It would be such a waste to close a perfectly good restaurant."

Lin Dawei did not rule out the possibility of a definitive answer.

"Old Lin, you don't understand."

Fatty Zhang shook his head, adopting the air of someone who'd been there all along.

"She said that high-end stores can't have the smell of cooking oil, and the initial franchise fee and store decoration costs a lot of money. If I don't sell the store to raise the money, it won't be enough."

"Besides, I'll have to help her at the shop from now on, I won't have time to manage this lousy restaurant."

Upon hearing this, Lin Dawei felt a throbbing in his temples.

He knocked two cigarettes out of the pack and handed one over.

"The sea."

Lin Dawei lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"We've known each other for a while now, but let me give you some advice: franchising is a very risky business. It's not a small amount of money; you can invest it after you get married."

Fatty Zhang's expression stiffened slightly.

He tucked the cigarette behind his ear and gave a perfunctory smile.

"Old Lin, if she's not afraid of a woman, what am I, a grown man, afraid of?"

"I'm happy to spend money on her. You take your time eating, I'll go to the back and keep an eye on the soup."

The fat man stood up, patted his butt, and went back to the kitchen.

Lin Dawei watched his retreating figure and didn't try to persuade him any further; he had done the same thing before.

Good advice is useless to a damned fool.

The turtle is finished!

A divorced woman from a big southern city, who works in baking and looks beautiful—what kind of well-behaved person could this combination be?

This kind of honest man, who is completely manipulated by women, only realizes the pain after his money has been squeezed dry.

He ate the whole bowl of fried pancakes.

Lin Dawei left the money on the table, turned around, and walked out of the restaurant.

As evening fell, the streets of the county town gradually became more crowded.

Lin Dawei walked on the curb, pondering what to do next.

Just now at Wang Yan's house, the system was triggered very promptly, and the first phase of the task was also very clear.

But this raises a question.

What exactly is the "Yoga Pants Killer System"?

Can it be triggered simply by any woman wearing yoga pants?

Or is it that one must meet specific appearance, body type, or social status requirements?

Before he knew it, he had arrived at a bustling street.

Lin Dawei stopped and looked up at the flashing neon sign across the street.

Honglang Romantic Foot Massage.

He had passed by this place hundreds of times before, but he never dared to look at it more than once.

The technicians there charge 180 yuan for a simple foot massage.

Now that I have money in my pocket, it's a good time to go in and see if there are any loopholes in this system.

If all it takes is wearing yoga pants, then he could max out all the system tasks with 10,000 yuan.

Pushing open the glass door, a blast of cold air hits you.

The lobby was decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, and a man about the same age as Lin Dawei was standing at the front desk.

This man had the typical demeanor of a well-meaning older brother from a small town.

Her hair was slicked back and shiny, she had a big belly, a handbag tucked under her arm, and a string of Buddhist prayer beads of unknown material on her wrist.

He was calm and collected, yet exuded an air of magnanimity in every gesture.

"Upgrade my card to a diamond membership," the older brother said in a loud voice.

The receptionist smiled broadly and typed a few words on the computer.

"Okay, bro, I'll process your diamond membership recharge of 10,000 right away."

The receptionist took out a barcode scanner and scanned the phone the man handed her.

The machine emitted a beeping sound.

"Excuse me, sir, you don't have enough money in your card."

The eldest brother's expression didn't change at all, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"It's probably a limit for today, wait a bit."

He calmly took back his phone and skillfully swiped through several apps with his thumb.

Lin Dawei was standing right next to him and could see it very clearly.

This guy opened an online loan app and went through a series of facial recognition verifications.

The loan was approved in less than three minutes.

The older brother handed the screen over again, still with that same expression that treated money like dirt.

"Scan it."

drop!

"Top-up successful! Sir, since you've signed up for a Diamond Card, the store is giving you a free essential oil treatment."

The receptionist smiled and handed over the card with both hands.

The older brother waved his hand casually.

"I don't need this. I'm tired of making it every day."

He turned to look at Lin Dawei, his gaze lingering for a second on Lin Dawei's worn-out work clothes.

The older brother immediately recognized Lin Dawei as an unfamiliar face, indicating that it was probably his first time visiting such a place.

He walked straight over and patted Lin Dawei on the shoulder.

"Brother, is this your first time here?"

The older brother skillfully exhaled smoke rings and began to impart his experience, "Don't be reserved in this place. You have to act like the boss and let loose when you should."

The older brother pointed to the front desk.

"I don't need this complimentary service, but I'll arrange it for you today, little brother. Consider it a way for your older brother to make you a friend."