Translator:- Max
Editor:- Dobhsh
“I mean this.” Jiao Qi grabbed Big Dick Zhang’s wrist and clicked on Louis XIV, opening up the message that Xiao Wei had sent that day.
“Why is she talking about old sesame and rotten millet? What does she want to do?” Zhang Chenfei frowned slightly, sat down on the sofa, grabbed his little wife, who was sitting on the chair, and hugged him. Needless to say, he already knew what his little wife was thinking. “Isn’t financial borrowing and lending a normal business move? What’s so difficult about it?”
Jiao Qi didn’t speak, so someone who was not satisfied with small gains buried his nose into his neck, sniffing around like a big dog.
“Business matters are trivial matters. Even if one day Shi Fei goes bankrupt, as long as I am alive, I can build another one. It’s no big deal. I only need to breathe in my little wife to continue to live my life.” Saying that, he took a deep breath, like a heavy smoker taking a hint of snuff, his face filling with satisfaction.
Feeling ticklish due to the guy behind him, Jiao Qi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He pushed his big head, which was rubbing against him, away. “Who is the little wife?”
After accidentally calling out the secret nickname, the President immediately corrected his words. “Oh, that’s Jiao Xiao Qi.”
“Then are you Zhang Xiao Dick?”
“As a matter of fact, you can’t blindly say this. Don’t you know if I’m ‘big dick’ or ‘small dick’?”
“Get out, get out, get out!” Jiao Qi jumped off and landed on the ground; this guy’s skin was getting more and more thick. He really couldn’t control him. “Let’s eat first. After we finish eating, I will settle the score with you.”
Zhang Chenfei was fearless, since there was no durian at home anyway. After breakfast, he hugged Guangzong and rolled and played on the carpet without any sense of crisis. Hearing his little wife’s footsteps, he laid side by side with Guangzong and looked over.
Holding a small Southeast Asian-style diary in his hand, Jiao Qi walked over barefoot and sat down to watch the two of them leisurely.
“Wife…” Seeing that little book, Zhang Chenfei got up with a sudden jerk. He didn’t feel good at all.
Adhering to the principles of building a harmonious and civilised family, Mr. Jiao did not impose any form of physical punishment on his Lao Gong. Instead, he decided to civilly punish him by making him read his diary.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“Ktf vljgs lr qglnjaf jcv qfgrbcji, jcv la lr gevf bo sbe ab wjxf remt j vfwjcv.” Itjcu Jtfcofl tlv atf vljgs ecvfg Xejcuhbcu’r ybvs, nbklcu ab vlf klat la.
“Ktfc ifa’r ajix jybea atf ‘fuu-ijslcu’ qijs olgra.”
“St……”
“Yg ifa’r ajix jybea sbe ajixlcu jybea wf fjalcu memewyfgr lc ogbca bo ws vjv.”
“Well……”
Little by little, Zhang Chenfei moved the notebook out from under the dog’s belly and opened it as if he were facing death with equanimity. He saw that there was no one else in the room and began to read aloud in an emotional tone.
“In order to save Shi Fei and redeem Old Gao, who was held hostage by loan sharks, I endured humiliation and served as a plaything for Jiao Qi… How did Old Gao end up being held hostage anyway? If he were really held captive, I definitely wouldn’t have gone to rescue him, hahaha.”
After reading a passage, he was unable to resist making a comment, which earned him a glare from his little wife. His laughter abruptly ceased with a grunt, and he cleared his throat before continuing to read, “Ahem, he looks so good-looking… I want… the sun.”
“What were you thinking?” Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows.
Zhang Chenfei said tremblingly, “Thinking about f*cking.”
“Continue.”
“…I’m just his plaything. Oh, this filthy world, why are you so cruel to love?” A low, deep, magnetic voice read aloud, filled with rhythmic intonation. Jiao Qi listened with gusto; the more the reader read, the lower his head became, his whole face turning red. He wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
“Aowuu!” The little golden retriever also barked out.
Zhang Chenfei reached out and pulled the dog towards him, placed the open diary on his lap, and used the dog to cover his face.
“He bought me new clothes. After my mother was gone, Jiao Xiaoqi was the first and only person who bought me clothes…”
“This sentence is true. Except for you, no one has ever bought me clothes. Grandma once gave me a big black cloth padded jacket.” Big Dick Zhang pulled at the fur on Guangzong’s body. He looked up and saw the distressed eyes of his little wife, leaning over to tease him. “Do you know why I called you Jiao Xiao Qi on that day we quarrelled?”
“En?” Jiao Qi thought about it carefully. It was the day when he had first entered the storyline, and this guy had called him Jiao Xiao Qi in a rather imposing manner during the argument about “I am your Daddy”. It’s just that as soon as these three words were uttered, the serious atmosphere disappeared.
“Because Dior thinks that only a name with three characters can add more intensity to the fight.”
“Hahaha, what ahh?”
“Really.”
Engaging in playful banter, Zhang Chenfei finally managed to finish reading several pages of the diary, his clothes soaked with sweat. Reading such embarrassing content was truly humiliating, making it even more unbearable than doing push-ups in a pile of durians.
“After reading it, I’m going to destroy it humanely.” Zhang Chenfei jumped up, intending to throw this damned black history into the charcoal furnace and burn it to ashes.
“Wait, wait.” Jiao Qi stopped him. “You haven’t read the title page yet.”
Zhang Chenfei blurted out without thinking, “I wrote that when I was awake.” After realising what he had said, he paused and met his little wife’s complex gaze. He grinned sheepishly, sucked in a breath, and awkwardly ruffled his hair.
【Yan Yan is a very fragile little guy, so you must remember not to take him to dangerous places.】
Jiao Qi took a step forward, slowly embraced his Lao Gong, and buried his face in his shoulder without saying a word.
Zhang Chenfei felt a bit at a loss; like a stray cat suddenly coming over to sleep on one’s lap, it was both surprising and delightful. Slowly, he reached back and embraced his little wife, lowering his head to give him a kiss. “I will try my best to get better soon.”
“En.”
He knew it was not a good sign that he only stayed awake for less than a day last time. If the moments of clarity become shorter and shorter, he might end up like that young man trapped in an endless game with no moments of sobriety, only completing one storyline after another until he had performed all the contents downloaded by Louis XIII.
After enjoying normal time with his little wife for half a day, Zhang Chenfei seized the time to check the progress of his smart brain problem.
Waking up on a Saturday, a non-working day, made it inconvenient to handle many things. There was also uncertainty about when the next storyline would come. Zhang Chenfei made a firm decision to refrain from watching TV dramas, playing games, or engaging in discussions about bizarre topics to avoid triggering the storyline search mechanism and prolong his time being awake as much as possible.
Significant progress had been made in the United States, with one of the top five lawyers taking the lead. Their expertise was truly remarkable. Instead of immediately filing a lawsuit, the lawyer held a press conference, announcing their involvement in the case against the Anti-Smart Brain Association. They strongly criticised it and announced the dangers posed to the public by the defects in the smart brains, hinting at the manufacturer’s intention to control the population through the device’s internal settings.
As soon as this news got out, it immediately attracted the attention of the whole country.
The smart brain manufacturer might have wanted to accuse the lawyer of spreading rumours and defamation. However, the meticulous lawyer never directly mentioned anything, instead relying on various subtle implications that encouraged people to think for themselves.
Controlling the people was not a trivial matter, and this press conference quickly attracted the attention of the US government.
“The manufacturer contacted the lawyer privately, saying that he was willing to pay a significant amount as compensation. The lawyer asked for 120 million dollars, but the other party hung up the phone. He came to discuss it again yesterday and agreed to hand over part of the core data.” The middleman received a call from Zhang Chenfei and immediately told him the latest news.
“How did they get convinced all of a sudden?” Zhang Chenfei couldn’t believe that the manufacturers compromised so easily.
“Because the government intervened.” The middleman sighed.
The government was going to investigate whether they had tried to control people through internal settings and software, and the FBI directly intervened, taking away the core data and sending it to a laboratory for testing.
If the allegations were confirmed to be true, it would be possible to compel the manufacturer to surrender core data and initiate a bidding process to find a company capable of developing a memory-cleaning application. In that case, Shi Fei could participate in the bidding process, and it would be safer to work through official channels.
“How long will the investigation take?” Zhang Chenfei took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
“It’s hard to say. It will take two months at the earliest, but it might also take half a year if it is slow. I don’t think there is any need to worry…”
“No,” Zhang Chenfei interrupted the middleman’s suggestion, “Reconcile with NC and bring over the core data. By the time the government forces the bidding, the dishes will already be cold.”
“Are you afraid that someone will develop it in advance?” The middleman didn’t know that Zhang Chenfei himself was sick, so he thought that he was afraid that others would steal his idea.
“Okay then. I’ll send an engineer over to negotiate with them. We’ll use your company to sign the contract. Is that okay?” Zhang Chenfei lifted his hand and lit a cigarette. He took a puff and exhaled smoke, which blurred the data requirements list on the computer screen.
“No problem.” The middleman was very excited. “Fei, are you going to use my company to release this app?” This was something that people all over the world wanted, so whoever released it would get rich.
“No, your company doesn’t have the ability to do this. Then, sign a transfer agreement with Shi Fei.” Ruthlessly breaking the other party’s dream, Zhang Chenfei hung up the phone. He sent the data request form and the contact information of the middleman to a young senior executive in the technical department, asking him to go on a business trip to the United States immediately.
