After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Ah, as expected, there is a sentence that men can never escape from - I want to be alone.

Fortunately, Qiao Wenzhou did not ask "Who is Jingjing?"

He shut his mouth obediently and considerately placed his slippers beside the bed.

After Chen Xingzhu stood up, Qiao Wenzhou asked softly, "Mr. Chen, are you going out?"

Chen Xingzhu nodded in a mysterious manner and said "hmm" in a deep voice.

Yes, he finally remembered his own character.

He is a pure and domineering president, how can he show his emotions on his face?

Sitting at the table, he raised his eyebrows and said in a lazy and nonchalant voice, "Can you make tea?"

Qiao Wenzhou, a poor boy who didn't know anything about the tea ceremony, said: "Yes."

At this time, Chen Xingzhu finally smiled, "Okay."

Qiao Wenzhou blinked while waiting for the other party to say the second half of the sentence. So this is...

Before Chen Xingzhu showed an impatient look, Qiao Wenzhou asked tentatively: "Then... shall I make you a pot of tea?"

Chen Xingzhu spoke in a simple and clear monosyllable: "Yeah."

Looking at the exquisite and luxurious tea set in front of him, Qiao Wenzhou: Is it too late to regret now?

So, the current scene appeared.

There is no pleasure to the eyes, only chaos.

Although the movements were cautious, friction and collision were inevitable.

The finest porcelain is forced to emit a clear and crisp sound, and just one sound can still make a pleasant sound.

But the ups and downs without any chapter breaks are pure noise.

There were clanging sounds, accompanied by occasional gasps.

Qiao Wenzhou: Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t cry.

Chen Xingzhu: Yes, that’s right, it’s just a little hot.

Chen Xingzhu gave the following evaluation of Qiao Wenzhou's skills: Disaster, an absolute disaster!

Finally, a cup of brewed tea was pushed in front of Chen Xingzhu.

Behind the rising hot steam were Qiao Wenzhou's red fingertips and the other person's slightly flattering smile.

"Mr. Chen, how about you try it?"

Perhaps because he knew exactly how much he weighed, he looked quite reserved.

The tea is clear and light in color, with just a little foam floating on top.

It's more like a cup of ordinary hot water than a cup of tea.

You don't even need to taste it to know it's not good.

Chen Xingzhu didn't touch the cup of tea, and his expression was a bit like a smile.

If this can be called the ability to make tea, it would be ridiculous.

He chuckled and wanted to say - Is this your achievement?

A question that was obviously sarcastic.

However, when he raised his eyes, he saw the other person's nervous but expectant gaze.

His expression paused slightly, and Chen Xingzhu lowered his eyes.

At this time, Qiao Wenzhou was very nervous. He was a complete layman when it came to making tea.

But words once spoken are like water spilled.

His wife asked him to pick up a girl, even if he didn't know how, he had to learn it.

Fortunately, his wife did not interrupt him, and with some knowledge of the tea ceremony from his previous roles in period dramas, he managed to make a pot of tea.

I just don't know what it tastes like...

Swallowing the question, Chen Xingzhu picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly and leisurely.

As expected, there is no taste at all. The flavor that tea should have is completely gone.

With a pair of expectant eyes, Chen Xingzhu said: "It's OK."

The evaluation was quite satisfactory, but it was exchanged for a bright smile.

Qiao Wenzhou was so happy that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and even his eyes were shining brightly.

He himself is very clear about his level.

It's not unpalatable, but just OK.

What does this mean? It means his wife deliberately wants to praise him!

Ah, his wife, her heart is so soft.

Chen Xingzhu, who has a soft heart: [System, what is the next task?]

System: [Wait a moment, let me check.]

Soon, the system spoke again, "Originally, the next task was to send Qiao Wenzhou's mother to a black-hearted nursing home."

Chen Xingzhu, who had already sent the man to Taikang Hospital, said: [Ahem, um… didn’t we already agree to give up on this?]

System: Tsk, you still feel guilty?

[Yes, you have told me to give up, but this task is not that easy.]

Chen Xingzhu immediately sat up straight, [What do you mean?]

System: [Sending people to a black-hearted sanatorium is only the first step. The subsequent threats are the key.]

There was no deliberate suspense and the system simply explained it all in one go.

[The relationship between you and Qiao Wenzhou was based on a contract. There is no warmth between you.]

[Before you get tired of the other person, you will never allow the other person to escape from your control without permission.]

[Sending Qiao Wenzhou's mother to a black-hearted nursing home was just a means.]

[Your real purpose is to take this opportunity to threaten the other party.]

[You gave up the previous means, what about the latter purpose? Should you give it up too?]

[If this is the case, the final effect of the mission will definitely be greatly reduced.]

[If you get the other party to sign, you can get 1% of the task progress.]

[If this threat is successful, you will be able to gain at least 3% of the mission progress.]

[Also, 3% is just my conservative estimate.]

[In fact, there may be more.]

[After all, Qiao Wenzhou's mother is really important to the protagonist.]

[This threat will definitely deal a heavy blow to Qiao Wenzhou.]

At this point, the system's voice became heavier.

[And, if you choose to give up, it will affect more than just this mission.]

Chen Xingzhu spoke up at the right time, "Will it affect the next time?"

The system's voice was sonorous and powerful. [Of course.]

[Next, you will verbally humiliate Qiao Wenzhou in front of your friends.]

[When a person who has already suffered a great blow faces criticism again, the pain will surely be doubled.]

[But, if there hadn't been this threat...]

[Again, the effect will be greatly reduced.]

After a pause, the system continued: [Originally, according to the normal plot line, we proceed in an orderly manner, and the subsequent tasks will only become simpler and smoother.]

[But now it seems that our task is clearly heading in an increasingly difficult direction.]

Hearing this, Chen Xingzhu shrank his head in frustration. He felt that the system was hinting at something.

Out of responsibility to the host, the system concluded: [This is wrong.]

Chen Xingzhu suddenly panicked, [Then...what should I do?]

The system gave its own suggestion: "Now, before Qiao Wenzhou knows that his mother has been admitted to Taikang Hospital, quickly transfer her to where she should go."

This is the best way to deal with the host.