We humans are so awesome.

Along with the phone call came a transfer of 800,000 yuan, which instantly made Don Juan excited.

He finished washing up and walked down the apartment building. It was exactly nine o'clock. When he entered the live broadcast room, the overwhelming barrage of comments almost instantly covered the screen tightly.

"Really been waiting!"

"Come on, anchor. Remember not to add too much seasoning!"

"When will you eat it?"

"If you don't eat, it means you don't love humans. Host, please consider the seriousness of this matter!"

"Give it to me!! Eat it!!!"

They all came here to have fun, and there was no trace of fans to be seen.

Small scene!

Don Juan had prepared himself mentally and didn't take it seriously. He was more concerned about the number of gifts he received.

Three hundred and forty-three floating cities!

There are still ten seats missing. Who broke the show?

Forget it, we’ll settle the score later, live streaming is important!

Don Juan's voice is like a loud bell, and his magnetic voice penetrates the thick barrage and reaches everyone's ears.

"Good morning everyone, I just got up and am going to buy breakfast. If I were in their hell, it would be too troublesome to go out without my own exclusive nightmare mount!"

A pleasant beeping sound was heard, and a brand new carriage stopped in front of Don Juan. The adamantine golem in a formal suit walked out of the driver's seat, opened the door, and welcomed Don Juan in.

"But in our world, it's different. We humans are so amazing. Now we have portable magic storage mobile terminals that can handle everything. When you go out and call a taxi, you can just use the terminal and it will arrive at your doorstep in no time!"

The place he wanted to go was at the entrance of an alley five hundred meters away, so the car stopped as soon as he finished speaking. The golem considerately opened the door for him again, holding a black paper bag in his hand.

"Sir, this is the gift package that our Didi Company prepared for you. I wish you a pleasant trip."

"Wow! That's great!" Don Juan was overjoyed and took the paper bag. "It's really great, more comfortable than driving myself. Really, I love being in the human world. It's great, my human world!"

"Haha, he said, we humans! My human world!" Maureen, who was watching the live broadcast at the company, was overjoyed. "Mr. Don Juan should go look in the mirror. Has he forgotten that he is a devil? Hahaha... huh?"

Brandon could no longer bear it and used a silencing spell to cover his brother's mouth. Although he did not understand Don Juan's intention, he at least knew how to read his expression.

For the first time, the usually gentle and easy-going Folga showed a serious expression, while Wilson's face was already livid.

"I never thought there would be such a trick!"

Chapter 21 The Past

The people who came into the live broadcast room for fun were also somewhat at a loss as Don Juan's operation had confused them.

Is the name of the live broadcast room correct? !

The guy who was talking did have red skin and long horns. Even a three-year-old child could tell that he was a devil.

And now, the devil is actually talking about "us humans"...

Amid the comments that were originally unanimous, there were now many more voices of doubt.

"Anchor, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Hey, you're obviously a devil! How can you say that about us humans?!"

"I understand. The real Don Juan has already fled. You are a human hired by Lightning Breath to pretend to be him, right?"

……

Everyone needed a reasonable reason, so Don Juan patiently began to explain the reason.

"Why can't I say that about us humans?"

"I live in the human world, I will go to school in the human world, I eat human food, I live in the human world, I work in the human world, and I love the human world!"

His voice suddenly rose an octave, and his emotions became excited: "Although I look like a devil, I am a human being, and my heart is human! We humans are really, really great!"

Is this reason enough?

enough!

You know, before this, there were many people who were willing to abandon their wives and children, leave their homes, give up their human identities and move to hell, but the opposite was extremely rare.

Even if there are, they are out of the spotlight, completing the relevant procedures and then quietly continuing their lives.

Don Juan was the first person to clearly state in public that he was willing to be a devil to mankind!

What is the highest realm of love? It is to be willing to give up everything you have and be willing to be the other person.

A noble devil wants to be a human being. Can humans have the heart to refuse?

So from this moment on, Don Juan is a human being, but not an ordinary human being, but a demon-skin human being of a higher status.

Other demons couldn't do it, no, to be more precise, they couldn't think of it, but Don Juan did it! He was once again shrouded in a dazzling light, surpassing other demon publishers.

Even Folga would pale in comparison to Don Juan at this moment.

The devil needs to prove that he loves humans, but humans don't. No matter how much the devil loves humans, can he love humans more than humans do?

There was a dead silence in the office of the Human-Devil Special Technical Cooperation Company. After a long while, Brandon timidly reminded: "It's time, boss. According to the plan, it's Mr. Folga's turn to take action."

Folga sighed, ignored Brandon, and walked straight out of the room. His figure under the light looked so lonely and desolate.

"Boss, look at him..."

"He can't do anything anymore!" Wilson also looked melancholy, slumped in his chair, his eyes dull, "Don Juan's intelligence is ten times better than mine... He is probably a human being now. How can a devil like Folga force humans to eat shit?"

Brandon and Maureen suddenly realized.

Don Juan’s live broadcast did not last too long. It soon came to a successful conclusion and he ended gloriously amid cheers.

It wasn't until the screen went black that Wilson pulled himself together, looked around the lifeless office, and tried to boost morale.

"Don't be discouraged. Although we didn't succeed, it's not a failure. There is still a lot to do in the future!"

"The boss is right!"

The subordinates nodded in agreement, but they all looked disapproving.

Wilson finally understood the reason for his failure. They were both devils, but why was there such a big difference between them? How could he run a good company with this group of devils?

"Think about it, is Don Juan the only one who can say "we humans"? You can do it too! And from now on, you don't even need to go through the devil's training anymore, because it's natural for humans to be picky about human food, isn't it?"

Wilson's explanation made the eyes of the devils in the room gradually light up, and then they burst into cheers.

………………

After experiencing the era of opportunities, the era of deterrence, and the era of live broadcasts, the spring for the devil publishers has finally arrived!

You don’t need to eat any weird food. Just find out the difference between the human world and hell, and then express it with strong emotional bias, and finally add “We humans are so great”, and you can get a huge number of clicks.

“Our shopping habits have evolved so fast!”

“Our human environment is so beautiful!”

"We humans have such nice pants!"

……

Top-tier devil publishers like Don Juan no longer need to rack their brains to find materials, as there are many big companies coming to them waving money.

Most of the practitioners who had left before have returned to their old jobs, and fresh blood is still pouring in. The devil publisher industry is full of vitality.

As the industry develops, distinct classes are formed. Devils who can master the common language have the right to call themselves "We Humans"; those who are still learning use "You Humans" to make a living.

Folga is the only devil who is fluent in the common language but can only use "You Humans".

As soon as he arrived at the company, all the people and demons looked at him and laughed, and some even shouted: "Folga, you're eating shit again!"

He didn't answer either, but walked into the manager's office and said to Wilson, "Are there any ads?"

"No."

"Anything goes!"

"Nothing!" Wilson was also a little impatient, "Don't you know the reason?"

Of course, Folga knew the reason.

He cannot use "We Humans" because this is equivalent to slandering humans as eating shit. Similarly, he cannot receive advertising because this can only increase the brand's awareness but greatly reduce its influence.

One of the former two heroes has become an outcast of the times.

Chapter 22 The Last Lesson

Iratti hurried into the classroom as the bell rang. Before she could even catch her breath, her deskmate, Vilit, hugged her arm and whispered to her nervously.

"Be careful, Xiao Yi, Frank has been looking for you for a long time!"

When mentioning this guy, Irati, who is usually good-tempered, frowned slightly.

Frank is the devil whisperer teacher in their class.

But he doesn't speak the devil language.

Perhaps the person who was in charge of the recruitment had a problem with his thinking. He believed that all demons came from hell, but ignored the original demons that grew in the bottomless abyss.

However, despite such a big mistake, the school did not fire Frank, but continued to fulfill the contract - probably because they considered that with the average grades of their school, it would not make much difference whether there was a devil whisperer teacher or not.

"What does he want from me?"

Vilit shrugged, looking helpless: "Who knows? I'm not like you, I can understand the devil language."

Although Frank has lived in the human world for three years, he still cannot speak a word of the common language. During class, he still speaks his own rhythmic demon language, singing and dancing.

When he first joined the job last year, he almost had to send the dean and the principal to the infirmary due to language barriers. Fortunately, Irati happened to pass by and resolved the misunderstanding.

It was from then on that Frank regarded Irati as his personal translator.

As he was speaking, a tall and strong man rushed into the classroom like a madman. The room suddenly became dark, as if even the sunlight was completely absorbed by him.

The students who were having fun just now all lowered their heads, turned away, and acted like ostriches.