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Party A’s avatar status on the virtual screen changed from “invisible” to “busy”. He asked Shang Miaoyuan to create 20 different color figure paintings at a price of 30 yuan each. It would take at least half the time to complete this batch of work. This means that Shang Miaoyuan only has 600 yuan for living expenses for half a month, but he still accepts it.

When Feng Yufan called, he was staring at the tablet in a daze.

It was very quiet there, probably in the office, Feng Yufan spoke in a much more friendly tone than usual: "Xiaoyuan, how are you doing recently?"

Shang Miaoyuan heard his voice, sat up a little and said, "It's okay."

Feng Yufan: "I heard from my mother that you are still doing freelance work recently. How is it? Is your income still stable?"

Shang Miaoyuan paused, then said, "It's okay."

Feng Yufan understood the meaning of his so-called "okay", and said: "Well, do you have time this afternoon? Let's meet in a coffee shop? I have a suitable job here for you to introduce."

Shang Miaoyuan subconsciously refused: "No need for cousin, I'm fine now."

Feng Yufan: "This position does not need to be on duty. You can work at home. The salary is very good. I know you. This job is really suitable for you. Only you can do it."

When Shang Miaoyuan heard the words "no need to be on duty", his heart moved, but he was still uneasy in the face of unknown changes. After hesitating for a while, he agreed: "Then come to the dessert shop near my house after get off work."

The dessert shop that Shang Miaoyuan mentioned was called Xingfu Road Dessert Shop. He just entered junior high school when it opened, and it has been more than ten years since the shop has grown from small to large. I haven't changed at all.

Feng Yufan was in a suit and leather shoes, with his hair neatly combed back, exuding the atmosphere of a successful Alpha man. He stirred the coffee in the cup and said, "What else do you want to eat? Order some more. I remember you liked cream when you were young." Cake, I pay the bill today."

In front of Shang Miaoyuan was the half-eaten matcha cake and latte, which he ordered while waiting for Feng Yufan.He shook his head and said, "No need."

"It's okay, or I'll pack two more pieces and take them away later. You can eat them tomorrow. You're too thin."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't speak, just licked his lips, and licked off the cream residue stuck to his mouth.He looks delicate, but he is too thin, and his wrists are so thin that they can be crushed. Although the slender aesthetic is popular among Omega, he looks more like malnourished.

Feng Yufan saw that he was not interested in exchanging pleasantries, so he finally got down to business: "I have a very suitable job for you to introduce here. You don't need to be on duty, and there are no specific job requirements. As long as you put your name on it, you can get 100 million cash. You can also receive a fixed salary of 8000 yuan per month."

The expression on Shang Miaoyuan's face showed his thoughts fully. He didn't believe that such a good thing would happen to him, but he still followed Feng Yufan's words and asked, "What job?"

Feng Yufan: "Do you know Zhou Peiqing, the eldest son of the Marshal of the Empire? The one who died in the 618 interstellar battlefield."

Shang Miaoyuan shook his head blankly, he hardly read political news.

Feng Yufan sighed: "It happened last year. The marshal has been unwilling to accept it in his heart. It was not until this year that he officially confirmed that Major Zhou Peiqing had died for the country." He turned on the optical brain, entered Zhou Peiqing's name, and the virtual screen immediately appeared related to Zhou Peiqing. Among the news, the most eye-catching one was the news that Major Zhou Peiqing had died just reported the day before yesterday.

Shang Miaoyuan carefully read the text on the screen, saw the handsome young man on it, hesitated for a while and said: "...It's really regrettable." But what does this have to do with his work?

Feng Yufan: "I know you want to ask what this has to do with your work."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't answer the call.

Feng Yufan continued: "Your job has a lot to do with him." He paused pretending to be mysterious, "Your job is to marry him."

Shang Miaoyuan frowned: "What?"

"It means that the Zhou family urgently needs a young lady who can dress Zhou Peiqing in mourning."

"Ghost marriage?"

"What kind of ghost marriage, don't say it so ugly, you are still alive, how can it be a ghost marriage?" Feng Yufan took a sip of coffee, "Marshal of the empire, the mansions of rich families are always different from ordinary people. You treat their houses It is a symbol. Major Zhou Peiqing died young when he was young and promising. He didn't even get married, and he didn't leave a son and a half daughter. The Marshal and his wife were very sad. They hoped that at least there would be someone to guard their son's spirit at the funeral ,Do you understand?"

"Do you just need to keep watch?"

Feng Yufan said: "Of course not, if 100 million is so easy to earn, wouldn't everyone in the world become millionaires?

"Why don't you do your filial piety for Major Zhou during the holidays in the future? With the title of Major's widow, you can no longer fall in love and get married, but this should be considered a good thing for you, right?

"You are not young anymore. How many times has the system arranged blind dates for you? If you don't find a suitable marriage partner as soon as possible, do you plan to spend the rest of your life like this? To marry a dead person, you don't have to grind the marriage, and you still have money. In the future, you will Pursue your art as much as you can, why not do it?

"When I heard the news, I immediately thought of you. If I hadn't worked in the military, you would never have encountered such a good thing in your life."

When he returned home, Shang Miaoyuan was carrying two pieces of cream cakes. The weather was very cold, and his income was not enough to support the heating costs. The cakes would not spoil if left outside. The virtual screen displayed the modification information just sent by Party A.

Shang Miaoyuan turned off the monitor and sat down. The digital tablet on the table had been scratched by the tip of the pen and was on the verge of retirement. The income of less than 2000 yuan a month was obviously stretched, and most of the dating partners matched by the imperial system were in the same grade as him, or even a lot. It’s not as good as him, and occasionally he has to use his meager income to pay for the two of them on blind dates. If the future marriage partner does not agree with him to paint, then the rest of his life will probably be even more difficult.

The old-fashioned optical brain device on the table suddenly flickered, and Feng Yufan's message automatically appeared on the virtual screen: "If you agree, I will accompany you to buy two new clothes in the next two days. This matter still needs to go through an interview."

Shang Miaoyuan flinched when he saw the word "interview".He sat there for 2 minutes, opening the cake packaging bag he just brought back, his stomach was already very full, but he still wanted to keep eating.

The "interview" was arranged in a coffee shop near the military headquarters. The "interviewer" was about 40 years old, a Germanic with a high nose and blue eyes. Today, when the nationalities are integrated to such a level, such a "purebred person" is actually a rare.

Shang Miaoyuan's palms were sweating, and his thighs shook unconsciously when he sat down. Feng Yufan gently touched his feet beside him as a reminder. He barely restrained the frequency of his body shaking, and his nervousness turned into Sweat burst from his forehead.

Feng Yufan sat down with him, showed a very decent smile, and introduced: "This is Mr. Pierre Otso, the secretary of Marshal Zhou Zhiyuan, and this is my cousin Shang Miaoyuan."

The expression on Otso's face could not be described as gentle or serious. His expressionless face made people feel very solemn. He nodded and said to Shang Miaoyuan in very standard Chinese: "Mr. Shang Miaoyuan, thank you for your kind words. Come, due to the very special nature of this interview, please allow me to videotape today's conversation."

Shang Miaoyuan nodded, his fingers clasped the leather sofa under his buttocks, shaking like a drug-addicted patient, his lips were white, and the hair on his forehead was wet in strands with sweat.

Otso's scrutiny became sharper, and he asked, "Mr. Shang Miaoyuan, do you have any drug dependence or disease?"

Shang Miaoyuan swallowed, and shook his head slowly and slightly.

Feng Yufan, who was on the side, was a little flustered because of this, and explained: "Mr. Otso, my cousin has absolutely no history of drug abuse, nor does he have any diseases that affect his physical health. He is just too nervous. He... gets nervous when he comes to the exam. "

Otso nodded and said, "Mr. Shang, you don't have to be nervous, just treat this as an ordinary meeting and chat among friends."

These words obviously didn't have any effect. Shang Miaoyuan had no friends, and he was still shaking.

Ao Cuo asked the waiter for a caramel macchiato, and pushed it in front of Shang Miaoyuan: "Don't be nervous, drink some."

Shang Miaoyuan took a sip from the cup, and the sweet syrup rushed into his stomach, which relieved his nervousness and anxiety a little. He said softly, "I'm sorry."

Otso nodded tolerantly to show that he was okay, and asked after a while: "What are you doing now?"

Shang Miaoyuan: "I'm a painter and I do illustration work."

Otso: "But, your university major doesn't seem to have anything to do with this."

"...Yes, I studied economics in college."

Ao Cuo: "What is the opportunity for you to choose such a highly technical profession?"

Shang Miaoyuan: "Because... I have loved drawing since I was a child." It is also because this profession does not require face-to-face contact with people.

"May I ask about your income?"

"Income is not stable."

Otso: "Where do you live now?"

Shang Miaoyuan: "I live in the house left by my parents."

Otso: "Where are your parents?"

Shang Miaoyuan: "My parents passed away in a car accident six years ago."

Otso: "Were you still in college?"

"Yes, I was a sophomore."

"I heard from Secretary Feng that you took a break from school for a while?"

"Yes, the death of my parents hit me too hard. I couldn't accept it for a while, so I suspended my studies for two months."

Otso: "How did you get out then?"

Shang Miaoyuan: "Later... I didn't come out. The longer I stayed at home, the more I found the traces of their lives left by them, and the more I felt their departure, so I went back to school soon."

Otso: "You escaped."

Shang Miaoyuan was silent for a while before saying, "Yes."

At the end of the conversation, Otso said to him: "The follow-up matters will be conveyed to you through Secretary Feng. Thank you for coming to the appointment. It was a very pleasant conversation with you today."

Feng Yufan kept watching Ao Cuo go away, and then turned to Shang Miaoyuan and said, "How could you talk like that just now?"

Shang Miaoyuan's expression was very bewildered.

Feng Yufan: "How can you say that you escaped, you failed to get over the blow of your parents' death."

Shang Miaoyuan: "This is the truth."

"The fact is that you won't be able to get this big pie that fell from the sky." Feng Yufan said, "My mother has been very worried about you, and hopes that you can rely on something for the rest of your life. Fortunately, you..."

Shang Miaoyuan wiped off the cold sweat from his head, and said, "Thank you, Auntie, for me."

Feng Yufan sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll take you back." His aircraft was parked across the street.

Shang Miaoyuan refused, he didn't want to be speechless in the claustrophobic car with Feng Yufan, the awkward atmosphere would make him sweat. "I'm going back by bike."

"What age is it that you still ride a bicycle? It's a waste of time. Except for your house, I've only seen it in museums."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't speak, just rode away on his small ginger bicycle in silence.

The weather was getting warmer, and when Shang Miaoyuan finished drawing the list with a unit price of 20 yuan, Feng Yufan called him again, with a very excited tone: "Xiaoyuan! You are going to marry into a wealthy family and become a young mistress!"

Shang Miaoyuan paused for a moment before saying, "Why?"

Feng Yufan: "The marshal was not very satisfied after watching your interview video, but among the limited number of interviewees, you have the highest genetic match with the major. The wife of the marshal feels that even if it is a ghost marriage, you have to find someone Only the son likes it, so I chose you."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't show joy, he felt the fear of the unknown again, he had actually accepted the fact that he was not selected these days, and although he was not living a very good life following the previous life trajectory, at least he didn't have to live every day. Be careful and nervous until you are sweating profusely.

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Yufan said, "Don't tell me that you plan to refuse. At the end of this month, you have to accept the blind date arranged by the system again? Are you planning to do this every month? Or are you planning to date someone of the same level? Marriage?" He said earnestly, "Xiaoyuan, if there is a wealthy lady who died suddenly and wants to marry me, I will definitely agree immediately. It is much easier to marry a dead person than a living person. Can you imagine yourself marrying a person with big eyes?" Does Bing Xiaoyan live in one room all his life? That's a lifetime, and you still have to wash, cook, have children, and serve him..."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't have the courage to continue listening, and immediately said: "Okay, I promise, what should I do next? Are you going to watch the spirit?"

Feng Yufan: "Not yet, you have to go to the medical examination first, and then sign the agreement with the medical examination report. The follow-up matters will be discussed after signing the contract."

Shang Miaoyuan: "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Feng Yufan: "Of course, how can I have a physical examination without going to the hospital?"

Since his parents passed away, Shang Miaoyuan had never set foot in the hospital again, or in other words, he rarely even went out except to go to school.

Feng Yufan said: "I know you don't like to go to crowded places, it's okay, just feel uncomfortable for a while, or you can find a remote hospital, after signing the contract and finishing the funeral, you can live a better life for the rest of your life." I'm fine."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't intend to live a more comfortable life than Feng Yufan, but he believed Feng Yufan's words, if he just endured it for a while, it would not be so difficult to accept.

Shang Miaoyuan made an appointment at a hospital ten kilometers away from his address, and agreed to go for a physical examination a week later, but Feng Yufan called again, saying that after the Zhou family learned about his situation, they decided to find their family doctor to help him with the examination. At the end, Feng Yufan added another sentence: "Actually, I just don't worry about it, I'm afraid you will make small moves."

Shang Miaoyuan didn't quite understand the purpose of the Zhou family. To match his dead son with a ghost marriage, so that he would die. What's the point of all this?

On the day of the physical examination, Shang Miaoyuan met his future husband's mother, Yu Pei, the marshal's wife. She is a beautiful Omega woman, exuding the soft and inclusive charm of a middle-aged woman, which makes people feel very kind.