Chapter 212: Chapter 207: Drawing Big Cakes Is Useless
The voice echoing from “the donkey of the production team” was neither male nor female, full of confusion:
“Since we are not the same species, why do you feel guilty?”
“The donkey of the production team” was surprised and said, “What kind of reasoning is this? I’ve never met them; why should I slap them? I almost killed someone.”
“A mortal.” Ji Ma’s voice suddenly softened: “Whether you like it or not, you have now transcended the mortal realm.”
“Transcended is transcended. What does that have to do with slapping them?”
“You don’t understand; I am saving you.” The voice in his heart was particularly seductive, and she continued:
“I know you are very surprised that a mere mortal has suddenly received the supreme gift and transcended the ordinary, yet you still haven’t escaped mortal thinking.
“Do you know a story? When trainers chain a young elephant with a thin chain, it cannot break free. Later, even when it grows powerful enough to easily break the chain, it still doesn’t try.
“Now, I am teaching you to break the chains that bind you and gain your freedom sooner.”
“The donkey of the production team,” having heard this cliched story, said weakly, “I think being chained is quite good; I don’t want to go out and slap people.”
“What do you think will happen if your identity as a chosen one is exposed?” Ji Ma recalled the knowledge she had desperately acquired about her hometown, mostly from films and television.
Among these works, she liked those made in Amei Country, which was on the neighboring continent of the Pacific Ocean from Huaxia. They were well-produced, and every time the national machinery would find ways to capture similar extraordinary protagonists and love to drop nuclear bombs.
The weapons with powerful lethality that mortals had developed filled Ji Ma with fear.
She felt that, although these movies undoubtedly included artistic exaggeration, wouldn’t this style prove that audiences liked it?
She continued:
“Do you think you can escape the fate of being sliced?”
“The donkey of the production team” brightened up: “Then let’s call 110 right now; I’m sure I can become famous. Let me tell you, I checked the treatment of qigong masters in the 1990s, and it was quite good.”
Ji Ma: …
Is this mortal not afraid of death? Why is he so disobedient? It’s so annoying! Does he have no ambition at all? He has such strong power, yet he is still timid and lacks any bloodiness. I could pull a farmer from Baroto Knight Kingdom who would be braver than him.
Ji Ma replied, “Then you might die.”
“So now I’m your slave?”
“A lucky slave.” Ji Ma’s eyes turned, and she thought of a new plan: “I’ve heard your prayers…”
“The donkey of the production team” wanted to say that he hadn’t prayed at all, but thinking of this unknown being that had truly tormented him, he retracted his neck.
“…Since you do not wish to harm others, that’s fine; I am very tolerant of my servants.” Ji Ma said, “So, package your ability as blue pills and sell them; whatever you sell them for will be yours.”
“The donkey of the production team” felt like this unknown existence sounded a bit like a pyramid scheme and asked, “Do I need to pay? I have no money.”
Ji Ma took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and continued to maintain her high-and-mighty image, saying:
“No need.”
“The donkey of the production team” felt uneasy: “Then… how do I sell it?”
If it weren’t for conserving magic power, I would have stuffed a massive amount of greed into your heart already.
“Are you a child?” Ji Ma replied coldly. “Perhaps you should consider trying it out in your group first.”
“The donkey of the production team” said, “Alright, who told you to be a god, and how am I supposed to create blue pills?”
The voice in his heart fell silent.
“The donkey of the production team” called out a few more times in his heart, even calling out loud, but received no response.
He looked at his hands and muttered, “Blue pills?”
No response.
He had to explore it himself. Why did the evil god bestow power without giving an instruction manual?
“The donkey of the production team” tried various methods in an attempt to produce blue pills, including but not limited to loudly chanting, making strange hand gestures, reciting scriptures, putting his hands together, and searching for blue pills on Taobao.
All were ineffective.
“Then I guess I can’t create blue pills out of thin air.” “The donkey of the production team” looked at the “blue pills” he had ordered on Taobao, thinking he could only wait for the pills to arrive, but would that evil god wait that long?
Fear crawled up his heart like a spider, and amid the fear, he felt resentment, imagining that if the evil god appeared before him, he would definitely slap the evil god right on the face.
Suddenly, a handful of blue pills appeared in front of him, landing on his computer desk. He was startled for a moment, quickly picking up the blue pills that had fallen to the floor and gathering them on his computer desk.
Is it necessary to harbor resentment?
“The donkey of the production team” recalled some old memories; although he had forgotten most of them, once he started to remember, he felt increasingly annoyed, and resentment surged in his chest.
One blue pill after another fell before him. After counting, when he amassed 78 pills, he stopped, feeling a bit tired mentally.
Hmm, today, there will be no double updates; let’s just write two thousand words.
This decision made his fatigued mind cheer with joy.
He found a plastic bag, packed the blue pills, and sat down in his computer chair.
Theoretically, he should immediately start promoting the blue pills to avoid failing to meet his quota, and he wasn’t averse to promoting the blue pills, either.
But “the donkey of the production team” procrastinated, and for some reason, opened a live streaming website.
Coincidentally, he saw a female streamer with a swollen face on the homepage. The red marks on her face had mostly faded, but she was still a bit puffy.
The donkey of the production team felt guilty and entered the live stream, typing: “I’m sorry.”
His comment was instantly drowned in a sea of messages.
Nobody saw it, and the victim didn’t forgive him either.
However, “the donkey of the production team” felt his conscience was somewhat soothed.
He picked up the blue pills, took a picture, and posted it in the group saying, “Blue pills that can slap someone! First come, first served @all members.”
Within just a few seconds.
Seven or eight lurking members popped up: “?”
The sparrow from the south asked, “Boss, when is the second update?”
“The donkey of the production team” habitually ignored this question.
Of course, no one believed him; everyone was just joking around.
Just as “the donkey of the production team” was about to inject money and give them away for free.
The boss: “@the donkey of the production team I want all of them. How much for one?”
The group members immediately stirred:
“Boss!”
“Please sponsor me, waah.”
“Boss, quickly lock Lanlan in front of the keyboard, writing every day.”
Lanlan is the pen name of “the donkey of the production team.”
Seeing the boss being so straightforward, “the donkey of the production team” felt a surge of excitement.
Originally, he just wanted ten yuan for each, but recalling the screenshots of Alipay expenditures the boss had shared previously.
His heart stirred, and he typed: “One thousand yuan each.”
The group erupted:
“So expensive!”
“Lanlan is going to fleece the big shots.”
“When is the double update?”
“The donkey of the production team” began to regret, realizing he had been too greedy; if the boss got angry, he wouldn’t even be able to talk to ordinary netizens.
The boss replied: “Okay, let’s do it through Alipay. I’ll send you the address for full payment.”
“Boss is so bold.”
“Magnanimous.”
…
Initially, “the donkey of the production team” thought the boss was joking, but when he sent his Alipay account to the boss.
In just a few seconds, several transfer notifications appeared, transferring twenty thousand, another twenty thousand, totaling seventy-eight thousand.
“The donkey of the production team” looked at the large sum, feeling a bit dizzy. He couldn’t wait and immediately opened Taobao, selecting the full-body armor pieces he had been eyeing in his favorites and paid for them.
They had been sitting in his favorites for nearly half a year.
Entering his payment password, he spent five to six thousand to buy the Summerelle helmet, Gothic gauntlets, and Gothic shoulder armor.
The money was real, and he could actually spend it.
The boss messaged him: “When will you ship?”
“Now!”
“The donkey of the production team” jumped up from his computer chair. He grabbed the plastic bag full of blue pills, ran to the door but stopped abruptly and turned back.
He picked up his backpack, carefully placing the plastic bag inside, slinging it over his back, putting on sandals, going downstairs, and hopping on his bicycle—ever since minors started unlocking rental scooters with their parents’ phones and died under heavy truck tires.
The third day, rental scooters disappeared from the streets.
“The donkey of the production team” rushed to the SF Express outlet to send an urgent package.
On the way home, he was filled with thoughts of money.
For the first time, he felt that money could come so easily; as long as he used his superpower to get a few blue pills, he could earn a month’s income from writing with just three pills.
No, it should be more.
Earnings from writing were very unstable; sometimes he earned only two thousand yuan, and at other times four thousand yuan.
With money, many things he wanted to buy but couldn’t now could be his.
“The donkey of the production team” thought of full-body armor made in Czech Republic; he planned to buy stainless steel, which, while at least half more expensive than soft steel, required no maintenance.
Full-body armor made of soft steel from Czech Republic would cost at least thirty thousand.
“The donkey of the production team” remembered this very clearly because he had browsed on his phone and computer, watching for several hours.
He felt ecstatic, and his previous guilt was tossed aside like it was in Java.
…
…
“Ah~~.”
Ji Ma stretched like a cat, her lower back arching into a graceful curve.
People from her hometown are hard to fool. She still needed to communicate with Lin Feng about the layout to ignite the greed in “the donkey of the production team.”
Ji Ma straightened her hands, her fingers cracking, and after stretching, she became lazy, wanting to go to sleep. She lay on the soft bed, turned to her side, hugged her pillow comfortably, and drifted off to sleep.
“The night gives me black eyes…”
Suddenly, her phone blared out a strained singing voice, interrupting Ji Ma’s beautiful dream.
It seemed she could slap the phone off, but her groggy mind reminded her that since she hadn’t turned off the phone before sleeping, it indicated that she wanted her phone to ring.
Reluctantly, Ji Ma got up, dragging her long black hair, picked up her phone, and impatiently said, “Hello~~”
“Ziqi! Your dad is about to die, and you haven’t come to see me?”
“Oh, I’ll be there soon.”
Ji Ma hung up the phone, didn’t bother with makeup, and set off immediately.
Upon arriving at the hospital room, the surgery hadn’t yet started. She asked the doctor and learned it would be another hour before the surgery.
Ji Ma was displeased and asked, “Father, why did you call me so early?”
“Aren’t you fine? I just wanted to see you a bit more.” Her father, Xu Ziqiang, who had gray hair at the temples, sighed: “Don’t blame your dad; to put it harshly, I might not survive this surgery.”
Ji Ma took a deep breath and said, “Alright.”
Should I just move Wan Ziqi’s corpse over so he can see enough?
