Crispy duck system [Quick Transmigration]

When Han Zhen opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that the furnishings in front of him were so familiar.The standard configuration of a star-rated hotel, the crystal chandelier reflecting an ambiguous halo on the ceiling is inevitably vulgar.

His eyes passed over the kettle on the wooden table and the box of crispy roast duck on it, and finally fixed on the impatient face of the man half leaning on the chair.

That man is Li Haihai.

It seemed as if a century had passed so long ago that memories flooded out like a tide. In a trance, he seemed to remember that the last words Li Haihai said to him before he entered the world of Xianxia were "I'm in love with you, Han Vibrate".

The system vibrated and went online again: "The two missions have been successfully completed, and the salary has been transferred to the host's card."

ding dong~

The SMS alert sounded.

Han Zhen took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen. It was a balance notification from CCB.After seeing the number of zeros behind the number, his calm expression immediately fell apart... Damn it!The system is too rich!

"How are you thinking?"

Li Haihai, who had been waiting for several minutes, frowned, bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the table.

Han Zhen stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket, and when he looked at Li Dahai again, he smiled professionally: "Goodbye, friend."

Li Dahai: "...??"

At this moment, there is only one thought left in Han Zhen's mind, and that is to see his fucking male PR career again.There is a system, it is so easy to make money by doing tasks, why should you suffer the humiliation of being taken care of by others?

What's more, in the past few years, there have been countless men who want to hug him.After all, he is good-looking, and he is also good at guessing the minds of customers. In the past two years, he bought a fake college diploma for business and took a few psychology classes. He is very popular in this industry.

But Han Zhen is not happy to be taken care of by others.That's right, he is a model of being a bitch.In the past, a colleague was jealous of him and said that they were all sold out, so what kind of chaste man is he?

Not that no one forced him.But Han Zhen still tenaciously survived in this filthy industry. Not only did he get out of the mud, but he also became famous far and wide.

Thinking of the balance in the bank card, Han Zhen suddenly gained confidence, picked up the coat next to him, and said to Li Hai: "I won't do it, you can call the manager to get back the money for this night."

Li Haihai said with a sullen face, "Are you playing with me? A trick to get you?"

Han Zhen: "..."

Who gave you confidence?

But he doesn't have time to push Li Haihai now.The system said that his vacation this time is only ten days, and it is very necessary for him to hurry up and have a good time before the next mission starts.

He opened the door of the hotel room and closed it hard again.

Walking on the busy street, Han Zhen took a breath of modern turbid air mixed with smog and car exhaust, opened his arms, and thought, it's nice to be rich.

The system disdains, "Look at how poor you are, follow me from now on, and take care of you on the road to wealth."

It was rare for Han Zhen not to hate it, and happily took a taxi home.Before, he wondered if he had gone out of his mind to bind this system, but now it seems that it was the right decision.

Late at night.The taxi driver glanced back at Han Zhen, and said hesitantly, "Are you sure it's here?"

"Well, that's right."

Han Zhen scanned the QR code to pay for the car, and then walked towards his small rented house.The neighborhood that was about to be demolished was dilapidated, and the street lights on the street were almost broken. It was bright and dark, and at first glance it had the atmosphere of a horror movie.

But he was used to it, so he didn't hesitate at all.He bought a bag of instant noodles at the canteen downstairs, stepped on the concrete stairs, climbed up the stairs in black, and skillfully unlocked the door with some light from his mobile phone.

The room was as dark as the open mouth of a monster.He pressed the light button, and warm yellow light poured on the floor, illuminating the dilapidated sofa and all the cheap and old decorations in this small room.

The system complained: "You are not poor, why do you have to live in this ghost place? Hurry up and change places, lest people say that I treat the employees harshly."

Han Zhen threw the plastic bag containing the instant noodles on the table, sank into the sofa, and said, "Before you paid me my salary, I was always poor, so of course I can only live here."

"You're a duck... Bah, don't you make a lot of money as a male publicist?"

"It's very little." Han Zhen yawned, "I don't sell myself, I just chat with the guests, and the nightclub gives me less than one-third of the commission."

System: "Aren't you number one?"

"It's not easy to make money these days." Han Zhen said, "The top card is useless. Do you think I can be auctioned even if I am a brothel chicken?"

System: "...that's poor."

After resting for a while, Han Zhen got up and cooked instant noodles for himself.He was used to being rough by himself, so he poured hot water, added two ham sausages, and sat down at the table to eat.The trash can hadn't been emptied for two days, and there were still several torn empty bags of instant noodles lying in it.

After eating the noodles, Han Zhen felt himself alive.Although only a few minutes had passed in the real world, he had been in that bigu cultivation world for five full years.On the surface, the otherworldly pyrotechnics looked lofty...but when he drank the chemical-flavored instant noodle soup, he still shed tears of emotion.

Because the holiday is only ten days, Han Zhen has no plans to move for the time being.He booked a plane ticket to the Maldives, intending to take a good vacation before completing those labor-intensive tasks.

after one day.

Han Zhengang walked out of Male' International Airport, glanced at his mobile phone, and found that there were more than [-] missed calls.He first called back the manager, beeping twice, and the male voice on the other end of the phone sounded annoyed: "Are you rich? Last night you were so rich that the CEO dared to throw face at him? Do you still want to be here?" Is this business going to continue?"

Han Zhen rubbed his nose and replied, "Manager, I forgot to tell you that I resigned."

"Damn it, did some little rascal spend a lot of money to dig you out? Or have you finally figured it out and been adopted?"

"No, manager, I'm rich."

Manager: "...Win the lottery? □□? How much did you win?"

"Oh, it's hard to say. I'll hang up first, I'm on vacation in the Maldives~"

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhen felt a little relieved.Having been a male publicist for so many years, I have been groveling and serving others, and I have had enough.Glancing at the densely packed various gold cards in his wallet, he sat happily on the pick-up car sent by the hotel, determined to let others serve him from now on!

Alas, it's nice to have money.

After enjoying the waves and beaches in summer for a few days, Han Zhen didn't want to go back home.Until his sister called him N times, saying that she had a car accident and had no money to pay for medical expenses in the hospital.

To be honest, Han Zhen didn't want to talk to his half-sister.In the third year of high school, his parents left too suddenly. He had just received the admission letter from Peking University, but he had to drop out of school and work under the threat of his sister saying that he would jump off the building.

The family house was sold to repay the debt owed by his father, and there was still a huge sum of money to be repaid.The younger sister who was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child couldn't bear such a blow. She felt that she would lose face in front of her classmates, so she intensified and asked Han Zhen to buy her new fruit machines, brand-name bags, etc., and even wanted to go to Korea to become a trainee for plastic surgery.

Han Zhen first served dishes in the restaurant, and he paid a salary of 3000 yuan a month, and [-] yuan was filled into the bottomless pit of his sister.Later, he was recommended to work in a nightclub, earning a lot of money, but most of it was taken away by his sister, which made him so poor that he couldn't even afford a warm down jacket in winter.

The other people in the store saw that he was still wearing a summer suit, and thought he didn't care about temperature for the sake of style.In fact, Han Zhen was so cold that winter that his kneecaps were frostbitten, leaving dark marks that are difficult to cure.

The system said: "I don't want you to spoil me by paying you wages."

Han Zhen was also very helpless, so he had to book a flight back home in a hurry, but when he rushed to the hospital, he was in vain.

He walked out of the hospital and ran into a girl with heavy makeup and scantily dressed clothes.She smiled pleasantly and said, "Brother, you are here! Quickly transfer 2 yuan to me, I need it urgently..."

Han Zhen was expressionless: "I remember you are in the third year of high school, are you skipping class?"

"Oh, brother, it's not like you don't know that I haven't taken classes anymore, and you agreed to send me to Korea after graduation."

Han Zhen looked down at his watch, and the holiday was over in half an hour.He didn't want to waste time on boring things anymore, so he threw over 200 yuan and said, "My aunt told me that a room in her house has recently become vacant, and she will let you live in it. She will be your guardian from now on."

"What?" Han Ru's complexion changed, and she dared not say anything: "Brother...you, you have to support me for the rest of my life. You are the only one left for me."

Han Zhen: "..."

It's too shameless.

Drop drop drop.

The system emits a transmission beep.

He ignored Han Ru, turned around and ran out of the hospital, and hurried home by taxi.

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