Chapter 94: “Very good at dealing with rebellious teenagers.”

The system answered: Fine.

The system emphasized: It must be fine. I must let you, Host, see what epic level load-bearing wall is.

Chu Zu watched as it transformed its grief and anger into a fighting spirit, as if it had evolved into a fighting little yellow chicken, with a stern and sharp tone, picking fights with the sky, the ground, and the air.

If it didn't completely wipe out the opposing host and little chicken, it vowed not to be a chicken.

On one hand, it was sorting out all the evidence to write a complaint to its superior.

Because the superior of "Regretful Character Correction" had been secretly trying to get Chu Zu to change jobs and had sent the system many emails, the little yellow chicken also had the direct contact information of the superior of "Regretful Character Correction."

The rules prevented it from directly contacting the opposing specialist and little chicken, but it didn't say that it couldn't cross departments and go over their heads.

The little yellow chicken wrote an email with only emotion and no skill, which could also be briefly summarized as a roaring letter. It was nothing but humiliation and scolding.

In its many tug-of-wars with its own superior, the system had learned many lessons.

One of them was: when your position is inconsistent with your superior's, don't think about reasoning.

Either, as the host had taught before, use the explicit rules to counter them, or just vent your emotions.

Anyway, the little yellow chicken couldn't be fired.

Whether it would be punished and hung on the mall was in the hands of the little yellow chicken's superior.

The boss next door couldn't control it.

The little yellow chicken firmly believed that its superior would definitely be on the same side as it this time.

Although its superior was a big kickback taker and was usually very cunning, he had never made a mistake of principle.

Before, the reason why the superior had been picking on the host was largely because the host's corrections were always big moves that were on the borderline.

Big moves often led to other characters also being seriously affected.

Whether the impact was good or bad depended entirely on the host's self-awareness.

The superior could not predict the final result in advance, which was why he had repeatedly warned the little yellow chicken not to get too chummy with its host and become fearless.

The system, of course, would say "mhm, mhm" on the surface, but would still do what it had to do.

At the same time, the little yellow chicken didn't forget the host's instructions and still kept a close eye on Meng Yu'an.

Side characters had many restrictions, but the protagonist didn't.

But the only drawback was that he was the protagonist.

All the specialists' little chickens could monitor the protagonist at any time, so that the specialists could make adjustments in time.

The system also devoted some of its attention to completing the "Catch Me If You Can" requested by the host.

“Your CPU won’t explode, will it?”

Chu Zu didn’t want the little yellow chicken to work so hard.

It would be fine to do things in order.

The little yellow chicken: “A chicken follows its host. I’m full of energy now!”

Chu Zu was amused: “Alright, then you be careful yourself. Don’t burn out your brain.”

He saw that the system was indeed full of energy and didn't hesitate much.

He said, “You can find some time to contact the author again.”

The system said with disgust: “What’s there to contact him about?”

“Tell him about the situation on the forum.”

“He doesn’t need us to tell him, right? Usually, the author will also hang out on the forum. Maybe he’s even charging back and forth with a small account.”

“He probably doesn’t know, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to sit still. The prequel is too short. Even if there are fluctuations in subscriptions, it’s far less than the main story. He won’t pay too much attention to it.”

Chu Zu said, “You look at the update volume of his main story.”

The system checked.

The main story The Rules of the Virtual Financial Street Game Are Mine to Use was updated with 30,000 words a day.

“If an infinite flow doesn’t add water, the amount of information in a 30,000-word daily update is quite a lot. The author’s workload is very high.”

Chu Zu said, “At least in the main story, the readers have no objections. This author probably spends all day in front of the keyboard updating the main story. You can just mention it to him and let him know.”

The system understood.

This was called a disclaimer: “No problem!”

The system could handle almost all of the external factors.

The rest was Chu Zu’s work.

The overall direction could be seen from the many viewpoints on the forum.

The genre of the infinite survival game determined the tone of the entire text, and also determined the readers' expectations.

No male-oriented reader would pay for a prequel with a pitifully small amount of plot and a dark and tragic tone, especially since the dark and tragic ones were not the protagonists of the main story, but two strangers who were not a focus of attention and were not expected.

When a person goes to a Chinese restaurant, they want to eat Chinese food.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Sichuan or Cantonese cuisine, but if you serve them a plate of stargazy pie, you’re just sick.

It was already a mismatch.

The appearance and taste were also hard to describe.

The readers were now just in the mood for some fun.

The fact that they didn’t directly curse, "what is this," was already the result of Chu Zu’s efforts to turn the tide.

After some calculations, Chu Zu packed up and started to work.

***

In the office building of the enterprise.

Boss Sui had just finished a business deal and had sent his partner out of the company.

He returned to his office to calculate the monthly profit and current assets.

“Boss Sui,” there was a knock on the office door, and the assistant said from outside, “someone downstairs says they want to see you, but they don’t have an appointment.”

The door was pushed open, and a young man in his early twenties came in.

He looked inexperienced, and the suit he was wearing couldn’t hold up the scene.

He looked more like a male university student intern.

“Do you have time to see him?”

“I didn’t let you in.”

Boss Sui frowned.

The previous assistant was a key member that Boss Sui had personally trained, but in the end, he had betrayed him and sold the company’s internal information to a competitor, causing Boss Sui to suffer a huge setback.

If it weren’t for the lack of liquid funds, Boss Sui wouldn’t be so desperate to make a big sum of money, and he wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of asking someone to contact Zu Qisheng.

Zu Qisheng’s consultation fee and commission were not cheap.

Although Boss Sui’s survival was not in danger, and his current accounts were decent, even if he threw away a few sums, his life would not be in danger.

But Financial Street was like that.

Not making money was losing money.

Every three months, only a fixed number of people could leave, and it was basically monopolized by the upper echelons of the three major enterprises.

He could only blame the dog-shit capitalists who had founded the enterprise system.

It was fine for them to make money and leave, but they had also created business giants and formed a fixed revenue model, turning the competition of all the players on the Financial Street into a game between the three enterprises.

The three major enterprises did not have any balancing system.

When the three-month period was up, it was not uncommon for the three quotas to appear at the same time in the senior management of the same enterprise.

It was a fantasy for other players to want to leave.

Boss Sui was not a big shot.

He had a wife and a daughter in the real world.

He didn't want them to live a hard life with him, so he had come to the Financial Street to take a gamble after going bankrupt.

But one gamble had lasted for nearly ten years.

He had to leave as soon as possible.

He didn't trust those beautiful resumes.

It was better to find a young man with no experience who usually only did simple administrative work, serving tea, making coffee.

The new assistant, Yu Yan, had been on the Financial Street for a very short time.

He had been spotted by a headhunter before his first game and was recommended to Boss Sui.

Boss Sui had explained the pros and cons to him.

A newcomer’s initial capital was only enough for one loss.

If he didn’t have any savings, he might die as soon as he arrived.

Boss Sui was willing to offer him a job.

The game time would be counted as paid leave, and food and lodging would also be provided.

Yu Yan was so grateful that he immediately signed the contract.

The exchange acted as a labor bureau and recorded the content of the contract.

The young man was completely unaware that this was a trap.

The salary was paid after his first game.

That is to say, the salary that Boss Sui had mercifully advanced in advance was considered a "loan" on the Financial Street.

The bracelet would not prompt any loan information.

The subsequent salary would be paid normally, blurring the line between loans and labor income.

Yu Yan didn't know that he was still in debt.

Boss Sui could go to the exchange to apply for arbitration at any time.

Boss Sui didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He had been too trusting of others before and had been sold out.

Now he has learned his lesson.

As long as Yu Yan didn’t mess around, he wouldn’t do anything.

Boss Sui was quite satisfied with the new assistant.

His movements were quite quick, but he hadn’t been in the workplace before.

If he told him to pay attention to the east, he wouldn’t be able to take care of the west.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Yu Yan said and was about to leave.

“Forget it.”

Boss Sui waved his hand.

“Then do you want to see him?”

Yu Yan said.

Boss Sui frowned: “No appointment, what’s there to see? Do I look very free?”

“Okay.”

Yu Yan agreed, “Then I’ll go and tell that Mr. Zu to remember to make an appointment next time.”

Boss Sui jumped up from his boss chair as if his butt was on fire:

“Who? Mr. Zu… Zu Qisheng?!”

Yu Yan had not been on Financial Street for long.

Just going to work and playing games was enough for him.

Boss Sui required his assistant to be on call at all times, and there were endless trivial matters.

He had no time to go online.

As a "stupid male university student," he had originally received an invitation to the Financial Street because of a campus loan scam.

After he came here, he resolutely did not participate in any investments.

Yu Yan did know the name Zu Qisheng, but he had never seen the person.

In fact, he might not have remembered him even if he had seen him.

He was face-blind.

The fact that he could accurately recognize Boss Sui every time was thanks to the boss’s big belly, which looked like he was five months pregnant.

The gentleman downstairs didn't give his full name, just his surname, Zu.

He hadn’t connected the excessively young Mr. Zu with the chief consulting expert of the Financial Street.

Boss Sui’s reaction startled him, and at the same time, he realized the identity of the person downstairs.

“Are you a fool? Bring him up!”

Boss Sui was both anxious and angry. He pushed aside his boss' chair, “Forget it, I’ll go myself!”

Zu Qisheng was sitting on the sofa in the lounge on the first floor.

He was wearing a brown, oversized, suede hunting short jacket today.

The belt cinched his waist, and the shirt collar that was exposed was not fully buttoned, making him look less formal.

This office building was rented to more than a dozen companies.

Many people knew him, but few could afford to hire him.

They wouldn't bother him.

At most, they would exchange a few pleasantries with him and then offer him a cup of hand-ground coffee, very politely.

Holding the coffee in his brown leather gloves, Zu Qisheng greeted Boss Sui, who was rushing downstairs.

His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were smiling.

“Sorry for the sudden visit.”

“Not at all.”

Boss Sui bowed, “Let’s go up and talk, go up and talk.”

“Little Yu, what are you standing there for? Press the elevator button!”

Yu Yan had never seen Boss Sui so on guard.

It was as if the person who had come was not a consultant who was at his service, but some big shareholder.

After they went upstairs, Boss Sui instructed him again to go and make coffee, and then to prepare a gift.

Doesn’t he have a cup of coffee in his hand?

Yu Yan swallowed his words and just nodded in agreement.

When he left the office, he saw that everyone in the company was looking at the direction of the boss’s office as if they were possessed.

Yu Yan didn't understand, and he didn't intend to ask.

He could only recognize one big-bellied boss in the entire company.

If it weren't for the fixed positions of the employees and the name list he had, it would be difficult for him to call people for the boss.

After making the coffee and preparing the gift, Yu Yan knocked on the door.

This time, he remembered to wait for someone inside to let him in before pushing the door.

When he entered, the office window was wide open.

The cold wind and wet fog poured in, making one shiver.

Zu Qisheng was standing by the window, talking to Boss Sui about something.

“The exchange can’t offer a high price. To increase your investment, you can only rely on transactions between players.”

“But you should also be very clear that a large-scale asset transaction between players means that you have a considerable amount of confidence. If other enterprises take notice and invest with you, your odds will be pulled very low.”

“I’ve checked the enterprise that the star player you’re interested in belongs to for you. You need to consider for yourself whether there is a competitive relationship between you and that enterprise.”

“I still hold my original view. Invest as much liquid capital as you have. Any investment that exceeds the risk you can bear is a net loss, this is the Financial Street.”

Boss Sui was lost in thought.

Yu Yan put the coffee and the gift aside, then quickly tidied up the desk.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he planned to quietly leave.

Boss Sui was a little anxious: “To be honest with you, just the fee to hire you.”

Zu Qisheng didn't respond and was still refined.

“Of course, this is just my unilateral suggestion. You can study and negotiate with your team.”

“I will still do my best to ensure your interests.”

Boss Sui became more anxious.

Zu Qisheng suddenly said: “Little Yu?”

Yu Yan was about to close the door when he suddenly shivered and answered reflexively:

“Here!”

His voice was loud, and Boss Sui cast a clearly displeased look at him.

Zu Qisheng said to Boss Sui: “I didn’t see your assistant last time.”

Boss Sui: “He had something else to do last time.”

“I’ve also been looking for an assistant, but I haven’t found a suitable one.”

Boss Sui immediately understood.

Zu Qisheng was short of an assistant?

How was that possible?

He had always been moving between various enterprises, taking one job at a time, focusing on quality rather than quantity, and had never expanded the scale of his consulting.

If he wanted to find a helper, there would be as many elites as he wanted who would come to his door.

Because of the special nature of a consultant, the pure commission model determined that as long as he didn't fail, there was no risk in making money with him.

Nor would there be the possibility of some idiot causing trouble.

No matter why Zu Qisheng had his eye on Yu Yan, it was right to send him over first.

“Little Yu is a bit dull, but his hands and feet are quick. If you don’t mind, you can have him follow you and learn for a while. You can change him when you find a suitable person.”

Zu Qisheng looked at Yu Yan: “What do you think?”

Yu Yan: “...”

Yu Yan thought for a long time and choked out a sentence:

“Is this considered a business trip, or an expatriate assignment?”

Boss Sui was speechless by him.

Zu Qisheng: “Strictly speaking, it’s a part-time job. I will pay the commission according to the market price.”

When Yu Yan heard that there was money to be made, and it was a side job under the boss’s nose, he immediately nodded: “I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

“Are you looking for an assistant?”

The system had handed in all the materials it needed to hand in.

Just as it had some free time, it saw the host poaching.

“Will he be at risk?”

“Not at all.”

The system knew what the host was asking.

“To pull a background character from the original text by name and add a plot usually you have to negotiate with the author.”

“But the author doesn't care about the prequel. He hasn't even opened the email I sent him yet. He's probably still fighting with the update.”

“He’s face-blind.”

Chu Zu said, “Face-blind is good. He won’t crash even if he faces Cthulhu. I happen to be short of a naive and stupid young man with clear eyes to help me with something.”

System: “...”

Forget it, Cthulhu is Cthulhu.

I won’t argue about these things!

“What do you need him to do?”

“A lot.”

Chu Zu analyzed it for the system one by one.

“Keep an eye on little Zu so he doesn’t smoke or drink, help big Zu to take care of the trivial matters, and make Meng Yu'an get lost.”

“I thought he was quite imposing when he stopped people without an appointment before. He’s just right for stopping Meng Yu'an. He’s a background character, and the specialist on the other side doesn’t have his information. It’s reasonable for him to do anything.”

“And he clearly just came to the Financial Street and only knows how to work. If the prequel is to understand the operating rules here, it’s best to cut in from an unfamiliar perspective.”

Chu Zu tutted, “The specialist on the other side didn’t even think about what basic functions this fifty-thousand-word text should have. The word count has expanded, and the plot hasn’t even started. If I were a reader, I would have scolded him long ago.”

“It's not that strict.”

The system said, “You mean, you want to introduce a new perspective to The Third Economic Law?”

It thought for a moment, “But the protagonist is Meng Yu'an…”

“He’s not.”

Chu Zu chuckled, “This specialist has given up the position of the protagonist himself.”

From the forum, it could be seen that the readers’ attitude towards Meng Yu'an in The Third Economic Law and The Rules of the Virtual Financial Street Game Are Mine to Use was quite divided.

They didn’t care about the protagonist of the prequel and would rather shift their perspective to the two Zu brothers.

The reason was very simple and brutal.

The protagonist of the prequel had no plot.

The specialist who revised the text had him revolve around the two brothers.

All the plot revolved around Chu Zu’s two characters.

“He has become a typical ‘camera protagonist.’ He has no information, and the readers no longer care about him in the prequel. This is the premise.”

Chu Zu said, “But at the same time, the large number of updates in the main story ensures that the readers won’t feel that he has ‘disappeared.’ His sense of presence is still very strong. What do you think Meng Yu'an in The Third Economic Law will become?”

System: “Something that is tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away…”

“I would call him an ‘Easter egg’.”

Chu Zu finished and then corrected his wording, “I will turn him into an ‘Easter egg’.”

The role of an Easter egg is just to be there.

If he is there, it’s a surprise.

If he’s not, it doesn’t affect the entire prequel, nor does it affect the readers’ evaluation of the character Meng Yu'an himself.

It only affects the specialist who, after accepting the commission, is full of ideas about using the tragedy of others to complete a regretful character.

“It’s right that the rules in the manual require the specialist to only modify his own settings. To rely on the plot of others to achieve his own goals, he must have the cooperation of the other party.”

Chu Zu said, “We don’t cooperate.”

The little yellow chicken waved its fist and chimed in: “That’s right, we don’t cooperate!”

Chu Zu: “Little Yu is very new to Financial Street. He looks like an honest type who won’t be annoying and he will be of great help to big Zu.”

System: “I understand. A mature big shot always has a helper by his side to explain how great the big shot is, so that the big shot doesn’t have to waste his breath and do things that lower his class!”

Chu Zu smiled: “You even know this?”

“I heard it from the little chicken from ‘Tyrannical Protagonist Correction.’ Its host always finds a bunch of little brothers for himself.”

The little yellow chicken puffed out its chest, “The host is the big shot, and I am that helper. Big Zu also lacks a capable little yellow chicken like me.”

“He can’t be more capable than you.”

Chu Zu patted its head, “He has to give big Zu a reason.”

The little yellow chicken rubbed against the host’s palm: “What reason?”

Chu Zu: “The reason to look at the ‘poor’.”

“Is big Zu going to start doing charity?”

The system was half-understanding.

“You could say that.”

Chu Zu said, “In the world of money, charity is also a business that needs to be managed. But the purpose is not to do good deeds.”

Zu Qisheng had almost finished talking with Boss Sui and soon proposed to leave.

Boss Sui immediately had Yu Yan follow behind Zu Qisheng and whispered an instruction:

“Be discerning. Don’t get on his bad side.”

Yu Yan didn't even have time to pack his things and thought to himself, Mr. Zu looks very good-tempered.

He can't be like Boss Sui, who is a big dad and a little dad at any time.

But he still had to be discerning.

Yu Yan stared at Zu Qisheng all the way, trying to remember this person's appearance.

He stared so hard that he didn't pay much attention to the road.

After a few turns, he realized that he seemed to have come to a very expensive residential area.

This was not a place that Yu Yan could come to, and Boss Sui couldn't afford to live here either.

Yu Yan couldn't appreciate the difference between expensive and cheap, but the smell of a high-end residential area was different from his small dormitory.

The NPC who provided services at the entrance had a friendly smile, completely unlike the mechanical feeling that Yu Yan usually saw.

“Little Yu?”

Yu Yan came back to his senses and looked at the second boss, whose face he still hadn’t gotten used to: “Here!”

Zu Qisheng reminded him: “Enter your information.”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Yu Yan immediately rushed to the NPC and reported his name, gender, and age.

After entering the information, Zu Qisheng took him back home.

Only then did Yu Yan realize belatedly.

He stood at the door, not knowing whether he should go in.

Zu Qisheng took off his shoes and looked back at him.

Yu Yan stammered: “I… I’m just a guy who’s out here to make a living, to earn some money for my game deposit. Mr. Zu, if you…”

“If I want to have some fun, I’d better not look for you?”

“I thought you were really stupid, following me all the way without saying a word.”

Zu Qisheng smiled, his eyes curved into an arc, and the corners of his eyes lifted.

He walked in on his own, which made Yu Yan have no choice but to take off his shoes and follow him.

It was afternoon now.

The weather outside was gloomy and not very good, but the floor was high enough.

A little bit of faint sunlight shone in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I’m short of a personal assistant.”

In the open space, the light-colored sofa and the marble coffee table were arranged neatly.

The style of the entire room went from light to deep.

Zu Qisheng stood in front of the city silhouette and said softly.

“You can live here. There are a few empty rooms further in. If you choose to go back to live, you have to report here at six in the morning and get off work at twelve-thirty at night.”

“Boss Sui won’t look for you for work anymore. You can keep the salary he gives you. You can also resign and come here full-time.”

Zu Qisheng made a gesture to him.

Yu Yan swallowed his saliva: “The… the benefits are so good?”

He recalled his own small, shabby dormitory, Boss Sui’s workload, and the salary he could get before.

He hadn't felt it before, but once the difference in benefits came up that little bit of reluctance was instantly gone.

He was offering too much.

Could he refuse this?

A recent university graduate wouldn’t have such good conditions!

Not to mention that this was Financial Street.

There were very few jobs that could be done.

Even wiping dishes in a restaurant was taken care of by NPCs.

“You look about the same age as my younger brother. I hope you can get along well.”

Zu Qisheng said, “In fact, I need you to spare some energy to help me keep an eye on him. He's 18 this year and has some bad habits. My relationship with him has been very strained recently, and it’s not easy to manage him.”

Yu Yan was now completely at ease.

So he was looking for a nanny.

“Don’t worry, boss. I worked as a part-time tutor when I was in college. I’m very good at dealing with rebellious teenagers.”

Zu Qisheng nodded.

Then, the bedroom door opened.

A person in a thin shirt and white pajama pants came out yawning.

He couldn't even open his eyes.

He wandered around the living room in a daze, and finally hung on Zu Qisheng’s neck, rubbing against him and humming vaguely for a long time.

Yu Yan immediately lowered his head, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

No matter who this was, a nanny should not interfere with the boss’s private life.

“Little Yu.”

His second boss no, now he was the big boss, Yu Yan had just decided.

His big boss called him calmly, “Your first job is here.”

“Drag him down, take him to the bathroom and wash him clean, help him put on his clothes. If he’s still not clear-headed, give him a couple of slaps.”

Zu Qisheng said, “He’s my younger brother. He’s going through puberty and can’t be controlled.”

Yu Yan: “...”

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