Dressed as a male insect, but suffering

"I just gave that little bugger a full body scan."

"The young bug is probably between thirteen and sixteen years old and has not yet undergone differentiation."

The thick cotton-padded jacket returned to his room. The heating in the room was sufficient, so he took off his thick cotton-padded jacket and threw it on the chair at the door.

This was a very messy house, with all kinds of debris piled up like mountains, the curtains were all drawn, and the lights in the room were dim because of the dust.

A round little robot bug the size of a fist flew out from the thick cotton-padded jacket. The two sentences just now came from this little robot bug.

"Master insect, do you have any ideas?" The little robot insect flew in front of the big cotton-padded jacket, shaking its round body, trying to attract the big cotton-padded jacket's attention.

The big cotton-padded jacket raised his hand and waved, impatiently waving the little robot bug away.

"Master Bug!" The little robot bug nimbly avoided the attack of the big cotton-padded jacket. When it came to its senses, it found that the big cotton-padded jacket had gone away.

The man in the cotton-padded jacket walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of wine, and then sat on the pile of sundries on the sofa as usual, lying in a pile of mud among the sundries.

"Rip—" The man in the cotton-padded jacket opened the ring on the mouth of the jar, and the smell of green grape wine spread out.

"Master!" The little robot flew to the side of the big cotton-padded jacket and continued to chatter: "I just absorbed a small amount of pheromones from that little bug. Guess what?"

The man in the cotton-padded jacket said nothing and poured the wine into his mouth with an expressionless face.

"After my analysis, the trace amount of pheromones on that little insect should belong to male insect pheromones."

The man in the cotton-padded jacket paused for a moment as he held the jar.

The little robot insect keenly caught the reaction of the big cotton-padded jacket, and immediately took advantage of the victory and said: "Your Excellency, a fifteen-year-old little male insect, with platinum hair and eyes."

"Master, there is no such coincidence in the universe. Please allow me to take the genes of that young master and compare them with yours."

The man was silent for a long time before he took another sip of wine and said in a hoarse voice, "No need."

"Really? The little lord's pheromone also smells like grape wine."

……

On the other side, Huo Zixiao was almost walking next to Wu Yang, whispering in Wu Yang's ear as he walked: "Wu Yang, I think the female insect wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket we just saw should be your female father!"

Wu Yang pinched Huo Zixiao's mouth in annoyance, "Shut up, I don't have such an ugly female father."

Huo Zixiao recalled the appearance of the female insect in the cotton-padded jacket. Although the female insect looked very sloppy, her facial features should not be considered ugly. She had a nose and eyes, and looked very regular.

But...

Huo Zixiao looked at Wu Yang's face, and then recalled the appearance of the insect. It seemed that...

But Huo Zixiao didn't give up. He shook his head, broke free from Wu Yang's hand that was grabbing his mouth, and said, "What if you look like your father?"

Wu Yang let out a breath: "Even if that bug is really my female father, what can it do?"

"You should recognize him!" Huo Zixiao said with bright eyes.

Wu Yang pursed his lips and said, "He is an adult insect, and I am a young insect. Even if he and I are really related by blood, he should come to find me instead of me going to find him."

Huo Zixiao was stunned.

Wu Yang continued, "If he wants to recognize me, he will tell me. If he doesn't want to recognize me, it's useless for me to look for him."

"Can……"

"Working, busy."

Wu Yang stopped Huo Zixiao from speaking with a legitimate reason.

In fact, ever since he first saw the giant cotton-padded jacket bug, Wu Yang had a strong premonition that he must have a deep connection with the giant cotton-padded jacket bug.

But Wu Yang did not intend to recognize the big cotton-padded jacket bug. First, because of the reason Wu Yang just mentioned, the big cotton-padded jacket bug did not want to recognize Wu Yang after seeing him, so it probably did not want to recognize Wu Yang. Second, Wu Yang was a person who traveled through time, and in the final analysis, he was not a real relative of the big cotton-padded jacket bug.

Based on the above two points, Wu Yang felt that it would be better not to rush into recognizing the relationship.

After returning to Qianlichuan, Wu Yang quickly got down to work. The number of insects visiting Qianlichuan has increased sharply in the past two days. It is not known whether this is normal or whether Wu Yang's publicity has taken effect.

In short, there are not enough stall owners now.

There was no other way, Wu Yang could only ask Aze to recruit part-time workers again. He offered a salary of one thousand star coins a day and recruited more than a dozen bugs.

Finally, all the stalls were stabilized.

On the seventh day, the stall selling ice sculptures said that they were short of ice sculptures. Although Wu Yang had been collecting ice sculptures, his collection speed was obviously slower than his sales speed.

Aze came to ask Wu Yang what to do. Wu Yang immediately doubled the price of the ice sculptures, and also increased the price of the income ice sculptures from three hundred to five hundred each.

The Insect God’s birthday is halfway through, and the promotional activities can be concluded.

Wu Yang told Aze that he would stop giving away small gifts after he had given away the ones he had on hand, and Aze agreed.

On the eighth day, some other insects who made a living by setting up stalls moved their stalls next to Wu Yang's stall. Huo Zixiao reported this to Wu Yang, who said, "If they don't cause trouble, we should just ignore them."

On the ninth day, the passenger flow of Qianlichuan dropped significantly, and Wu Yang began to reduce the number of part-time insect workers.

The last few days before the Insect God's birthday passed uneventfully, but at least nothing went wrong.

Finally, the Insect God’s Birthday came to an end in the busy final day.

One day after the Insect God's Birthday, Wu Yang's pen was shaking very fast. He quickly calculated the income from the Insect God's Birthday on the paper. Aze and Huo Zixiao stood beside Wu Yang nervously waiting.

The income from the snack stalls was very mixed, with more than 439 stalls earning more than million yuan, accounting for half of all income, and was the most profitable project in Qianlichuan this time.

The second is ice sculpture. The ice sculpture business was very peaceful, without any trouble. A total of more than 327 pieces were sold, and the income ranked second, with a net profit of more than million.

The remaining handicrafts, handicrafts and specialties totaled more than 138 million, which was much lower than Wu Yang had imagined.

But it doesn’t matter, because after Wu Yang’s calculations, their net income this time is as high as 901 million.

"Woc!" Wu Yang held up the piece of paper filled with formulas in disbelief. Because of excitement, Wu Yang's hands were shaking, and the piece of paper was shaking as well.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Huo Zixiao asked Wu Yang anxiously.

Aze also came over excitedly, "How much did you earn?"

"You would never have thought..." Wu Yang's smile gradually grew, "We made a net profit of 901 million in these fourteen days."

Aze and Huo Zixiao didn't react at all after hearing this. They just stood there in a daze, as if they were frozen.

Wu Yang blinked and waited for Aze and Huo Zixiao to react.

After a while, Huo Zixiao moved a little. He swallowed his saliva and asked Wu Yang: "How much? How much did you say just now?"

"901 million." Wu Yang repeated.

"901 million... 901 million..." Huo Zixiao muttered the number. He hissed, but his mind didn't wrap around it. He asked Aze beside him, "901 million is, how much is it..."

Aze's tears suddenly flowed out. He covered his open mouth with his hand and asked Wu Yang with his eyes: Is this true?

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Yes, we made 901 million in days."

"Ha!" Huo Zixiao finally understood how much 901 million was. He suddenly laughed out loud. He looked at Wu Yang and asked, "901 million?"

Wu Yang nodded.

After receiving Wu Yang's affirmation, Huo Zixiao's smile grew wider and wider, and finally he couldn't stop smiling.

Huo Zixiao was laughing, Aze was crying. Wu Yang held up the numbers he had calculated and looked at them again and again, extremely happy.

Just when a few insects were crying and laughing like crazy, Jin Yi walked in with a dark face.

Wu Yang saw Jin Yi and saw that Jin Yi looked unhappy. Wu Yang's heart was alarmed. He interrupted Huo Zixiao and Aze and asked Jin Yi: "What's wrong with you?"

Before Jin Yi could say anything, several strange female insects in formal attire walked out from behind him.

"We are the bugs of the tax bureau. Who is in charge here?"

Wu Yang narrowed his eyes, stopped Huo Zixiao who wanted to move forward, walked in front of the group of female insects, and said, "I'm responsible. What can I do for you?"

"You?" The leading female insect looked Wu Yang up and down, then sneered with disdain.

"You live on the territory of the Empire, so you are obliged to pay taxes to the Empire. Since you are illegal, in addition to the normal corporate income tax, you also need to pay an additional 80% security tax to the Empire."

"What?" Wu Yang thought he had heard it wrong and asked again: "How much?"

The formal female insect repeated solemnly: "80% security tax."

Wu Yang asked: "What is the safety tax?"

The female insect replied: "You are not citizens of the empire, but you live on the empire's territory and have received the empire's protection. The 80% security tax is what you should pay."

Wu Yang gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stop himself from cursing the insects.

80% tax, can 80% be called a tax? Why the hell don’t they just rob?