Chapter 241: Good Days for Jima (Part Four)
The next day upon waking.
On the vast bed, there was only Jima, as she had kicked the remaining maids off the bed, leaving only the cat-turned Lianxi to escape the ordeal.
She crawled out of bed, feeling refreshed and pleased. Taking a look around, the room was spacious with intimate articles of clothing scattered everywhere, a variety of women’s garments strewn about. Among the clothes, half-naked maids were all lost in beautiful dreams.
Their skin was flushed, marked with red traces and slickness, emanating a decadent beauty.
The desires that had filled her body, released at the ceremony of pleasure, flowed onto the maids, leaving Jima feeling unburdened.
Barefoot, she got down from the bed, casually fastening a silver arm ring to her upper arm, and walked towards the terrace, where the door was open. The terrace resembled a back garden, complete with greenery, lawns, and sandy areas. Several maids lay on the red cushions, deeply asleep, a layer of tattered white silk spread across the ground.
The butterflies in Jima’s stomach began to flutter their wings.
She approached the marble railing of the terrace, which was wide enough for a person to lie down. Jima sat on it, stroking the marble surface before turning back to gaze at her disheveled room.
Morning sunlight slanted into the bedroom, falling upon the maids in disarray, their clothes torn, revealing porcelain-white shoulders, brown skin, and the calves behind ripped stockings. In the shadows, more maids could be faintly seen lying inside.
They were all having beautiful dreams, rewards bestowed upon them by Jima.
Recalling last night, although there were many areas for improvement, the vibrant, burgeoning scene was intoxicating.
She admired the scene in her bedroom, then turned to gaze at the vast fertile land around her, the fields lush and green, and the horizon lined with a faint white mist, capable of preventing anyone from peering into her palace, even satellites in space.
Thinking of satellites, Jima raised her hand, brushing against the fragments of the crown hovering above her head.
She contemplated whether to send it into space, thus greatly reducing the chances of others seizing it.
However, Jima quickly reconsidered that doing so now seemed unnecessary.
Who could kill her and seize the fragments of the Demon King’s crown?
George? Impossible; she had taken the crown shards, and the Eternal Chosen could never gather all the crown pieces. He should remain in that pitiful world and properly save it.
As for humans? Mortals could not kill her.
Thinking this, Jima lowered her hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She suddenly remembered a prophecy: the Demon King’s crown would eventually unite as one.
She had previously thought this prophecy was nonsense, as the demon race only grew stronger by defeating equally matched opponents or challenging stronger foes.
No one could escape the fate of battle; every handover of a Demon King’s fragment was accompanied by death and blood. Over time, a strong individual would inevitably acquire all the fragments of the Demon King’s crown.
Interestingly, this prophecy was said to be a revelation from the Lord of Change. As the Chosen One of the Lord of Change, she had shattered the prophecy.
Moreover, now as the Chosen One of the Lord of Change, Jima felt herself breaking free from the Lord’s control. Of course, she was not foolish enough to contact the Lord of Change herself.
She also considered herself to have changed the fate of “the Chosen of the Lord of Change must face betrayals.”
Jima couldn’t help but sigh, tapping her finger against her head, quite pleased:
“My brain is mediocre, much duller than that group of scheming Chosen Ones of the Lord of Change. But because I escape and escape far enough, I managed to evade the traps woven by the Lord of Change.”
The only unfortunate thing was that, looking around, Jima realized no one in the world could comprehend what kind of miracle she had achieved.
The plaque on the palace was still empty, without a name.
“Since it’s such a wonderful day, waking up from a pile of maids…” Jima raised her hand, using the power of myth and lies, “let’s call it ‘Beautiful Palace’ then.”
The plaque now bore the three characters “Beautiful Palace,” simple and easy to understand.
Jima clapped her hands and said, “Rise and shine, my flowers!”
All the maids’ beautiful dreams came to an end, and pairs of sleepy, beautiful eyes opened.
Together with the ten or so sticky maids in need of a wash, Jima entered the bathroom, and after washing for over forty minutes, they drank fresh squeezed milk, donned bathrobes, and then jumped down from the terrace.
Next to the main hall, the land originally planned to plant flowers to complement the master’s elegant aesthetics lay overturned. All the bothersome little insects in the soil had been driven out and exterminated by Jima.
Wearing her bathrobe, her long legs extended from the robe, she stepped into the dark, fertile soil.
Lianxi, neatly dressed, walked over, holding a potted plant with half a sprouting ginger that had grown green shoots.
This ginger was one of the triggers for Wanziqi to jump off a building.
Jima had initially determined to completely sever ties with Wanziqi, but this ginger still held significant commemorative value.
Taking the potted plant, Jima personally planted it in the dark soil.
“From now on, you can freely absorb nutrients and fill the whole garden.”
The sunlight fell upon the tender green shoots, making them translucent, swaying gently in the wind, behind the leaves were the three characters “Beautiful Palace.”
Her phone buzzed, vibrating. It was distant, but Jima could sense it.
She raised her hand, and the phone flew back like a returning swallow, landing in the palm of Jima’s hand.
“Hello? What’s the big deal?”
“What? Say that again.” Jima grasped the phone, unable to believe it.
A voice came from the phone: “Absolutely true.”
Even a uranium penetrator aimed at her face hadn’t breached Jima’s defenses, but this news had broken her resolve.
“What? Bankrupt? You tell me, you guys can go bankrupt selling marijuana?” Jima shouted, “Marijuana is clearly a drug!”
“Lord Demon King, you are misled. Marijuana is a hallucinogenic plant, and its addictive nature…”
“Don’t argue with me!” Jima waved her hand: “If it’s not, then why is it banned in China?”
“China tramples on freedom and human rights—”
“I said, don’t debate with me!” Jima shouted: “And don’t list data! Tell me, how did you guys manage to sell marijuana at a loss?”
Under Lianxi’s translation.
Jima learned that the so-called legalization of marijuana was more a compromise with reality; in other words, the local black market for marijuana had already flourished, and anyone could buy a stick with money.
And legal sales of marijuana required paying taxes, which put them at a disadvantage in price—how could they compete with the black market?
Jima immediately retorted: “Where are the police in America? Don’t they crack down on the black market for marijuana?”
After asking, Jima felt like a fool; if the police in America could crack down on marijuana, then it would not be rampant, and legalization wouldn’t be possible.
Then, unwillingly, she said:
“Didn’t economists say that legalizing marijuana benefits the nation and the people? It allows consumers to safely enjoy healthy marijuana while expanding tax revenues and stimulating consumption…”
The voice from the phone fell silent.
Jima felt even more like an idiot.
“You ruined the good mood I had for moving and playing with the maids.” Jima said, “Give me time to recover my good mood. Goodbye.”
Lianxi, dressed smartly in her maid outfit, with cat ears standing up.
“Little Lian, do you think my brain is particularly mediocre?” Jima said: “You also heard, my investment failed spectacularly, I’m close to bankruptcy.”
“You are my great master.” Lianxi said: “But that doesn’t diminish your greatness one bit, because your great brilliance can overshadow these small shortcomings. Even if you go bankrupt ten times, a hundred times, no one would dare to let you become truly bankrupt.”
“True.” Jima felt somewhat better, clenching her fists: “My power comes from my invincible combat strength.”
Thinking of this, Jima glanced at the information notification panel of her personal system:
“DM: Congratulations, you’ve made significant progress on the path of the female evil god.”
This message had popped up quite some time ago, after a law was issued in America stating “some are more equal than others.”
Jima speculated that the conditions for becoming stronger were: to make her presence public and force the forces of good to acknowledge her.
It could also be about manipulating her chosen ones, spreading pain or something.
Or perhaps founding a chaotic cult, becoming one of the mainstream elements of society.
“It’s time to grow stronger and gain more power.”
Jima stabilized her emotions.
Because for her now, bankruptcy no longer had much impact. She could also be considered one of those who are “too big to fail”; if she were truly to go bankrupt, America would have to issue funds for support, just like those large companies during the financial crisis.
But that would be tough on the investors.
Especially the former rich second generation, Lin Feng.
A force pushed open the security door, and Lin Feng’s father—Lin Jianye walked in with a gloomy face, this “big figure” who had gone through countless storms since the reform and opening-up, didn’t even take off his shoes, stepping onto the clean floor.
Hearing that Lin Feng had made a catastrophic investment and was about to lose the company, Lin Jianye rushed over that very night to confront Lin Feng.
“Lin Feng, you—why are you eating instant noodles?!”
Lin Feng, dressed in a cheap short-sleeve from Taobao, was sitting on a plastic stool, forking a lump of so-called “beef” red-braised noodles from the unified instant noodles into his mouth, chewing without any ripple on his expression as he looked at Lin Jianye.
The surroundings were empty, most of the furniture gone; it could be said to be bare.
Lin Jianye was furious, suppressing his anger he asked harshly, “Where’s your furniture?”
“Sold it for money.”
“Where’s the villa?”
“Already sold long ago.”
“Why are you wearing this kind of clothes?”
“Sold the old clothes as second-hand, exchanged for cheaper ones.”
Lin Jianye’s teeth ground together in frustration, regretting yet again how he had played too recklessly in his youth, resulting in infertility; now he only had Lin Feng as a son, whom he had to retrieve from his ex-wife, having given a considerable amount of money.
Lin Jianye’s facial muscles twitched, asking: “Then why are you eating instant noodles?”
“Cheap.” Lin Feng said, forking another lump of instant noodles into his mouth: “Tastes good.”
“Lin Feng! Money isn’t saved like that.” Lin Jianye raised his foot, kicking the twenty yuan foldable table against the wall, causing the instant noodle bowl to topple to the ground, “With just a left hand to the right hand, there’s money. Eating instant noodles every day, how much can you save?! Don’t you understand such a simple principle?!”
“True.” Lin Feng slurped the plastic fork, finishing the last noodle in his mouth: “Bucket noodles are still too expensive; buying dried noodles is cheaper.”
“Are you deliberately trying to make me angry?” Lin Jianye shouted: “If it weren’t for your stepmother’s relatives lending a hand, I’d have had to beg and the company would have almost been ruins because of you. If you need money, you could just ask me… forget it, have you gone stupid?”
Lin Feng stood up and asked: “Does Jima know?”
Lin Jianye became tense: “Don’t call her by name.”
“She is my deity.” Lin Feng said: “I’ve realized that the amount of money I offer her isn’t the key; the key is sincerity. She is very satisfied and granted me a bit of power.”
Lin Jianye’s expression changed: “Aren’t you afraid of us being targeted?”
“I’m not breaking the law, and aside from you, no one else knows.”
Lin Feng tossed the plastic fork into the trash bin, picked up a container of unified instant noodles, and offered it to Lin Jianye: “Want to eat together?”
Lin Jianye frowned. This successful rich first generation had not eaten instant noodles for a long time, but thinking of the changing world today, it was reminiscent of the reform and opening up.
Taking another path wasn’t a bad idea.
Lin Jianye took the instant noodles, set up the foldable table, and began eating instant noodles with his son.
