Translator:- Max
Editor:- Dobhsh
Since majority of the people chose Dick Army so we will go with that and I apologize to those people who wanted it to be DiaoJun.
The Demon King also just found out about the name of the team. He was stunned for a while, and the barrage burst out laughing instantly.
【I'm sorry, what kind of sand sculpture team name is this?】
【Hahahaha, Dick Army hahahaha, I can’t stop laughing hahahaha!】
【Is there a system error? Maybe it’s called DiorJun but the operation team might have made a typo!】
Everyone firmly believed that the high-end and classy Daddy Chenfei would not choose such a vulgar name. He must have accepted an advertisement for a certain luxury product.
The programmer Greg was not available, so the Demon King couldn’t send a help email and had to call the people from the Operations Department for confirmation. Today was the day the competition went live, and the staff from the Operations Department were working overtime, so they quickly picked up the call.
“That’s right, that’s the name the president gave you, so use it boldly.” The sister in the operation department comforted him.
“…” The Demon Lord hung up the phone, looked at the four brothers on the other side of the screen in dismay, hesitated for a while, and laughed. “Okay, Dick Army is Dick Army; this name is awesome. Since it was given by Daddy Chenfei, it won’t be harmonised, so let’s go!”
【Dick Army – Black God of War: Let’s go, let’s go! If we win, we’ll make the opposing side kneel and call out our name!】
【Dick Army – Bad: Wow, how am I going to tell my mom about my new team when I get home? Mom, I’m off to a competition again; it’s that Dick Army team…】
As they were talking, the competition began. The initial stage was the qualifying round, where opponents were randomly matched. Regardless of the time played, each team had to complete thirty matches, and the rankings were determined based on their win rates. The top ten teams in the region’s rankings would then proceed to the elimination round.
The first game’s backdrop was set in the Bronze Age.
Yellow sand was everywhere, and bronze knives, spears, swords, and halberds were piled up all over the ground. The casting of warships required local materials, which were these bronze artefacts of the Bronze Age. Everyone was suppressed to the same level, starting from scratch.
The two sides met and greeted each other.
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.
【Qingshan: The green hills will not change, the green waters will flow forever. We are the Qingshan team, and we look forward to learning from each other!】
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He didn’t know when he was covered with a thin blanket. Jiao Qi lifted the blanket and went upstairs to look for him. The lights in the study were on, and Marshal Zhang was reading a thick copy of “The Art of War”.
“Why do you want to read the Art of War?” Jiao Qi tried to understand the thinking of the warlord, Mr. Zhang.
“I used to be a rough person and didn’t understand these things. I didn’t know the importance of reading until it was time to go to war.” He stretched out his hand to pick up his little wife and sat him on the desk. “Come on, you read a lot; tell me about it. Tell me, what does this ‘Honey Trap’ mean?”
Jiao Qi rolled his eyes. He would not be fooled by this obviously malicious question. “I only studied foreign literature, so I don’t understand this.”
“You don’t understand? Well, let me explain it to you, and you can listen and see if I’m right.” Zhang Chenfei chuckled and laid a book on the table. With a serious expression, he continued, “For example, your father wanted to establish a factory on the land in the south of the city, but he couldn’t snatch it from the Li family. So he sent you to warm my bed. Since I’m happy today, I dispatched a hundred soldiers to seize the land for him.”
Jiao Qi: “……” He jumped off the table and left, but was caught by the powerful warlord and pinned down on his lap.
“Look at how thin-skinned you are; you can’t stand it after just a few words?” Zhang Chenfei became more and more excited and leaned over to rub his chin against his. “I haven’t finished telling you yet. This trick is called ‘Customer becomes host‘. That is to say, we two are on the bed; you were originally on the bottom, and when you got happy, you flipped over on the top and moved by yourself… Oh, baby, don’t you dare mess around with it; if it breaks, you will have to be a grass widow for the rest of your life, Ao Ao!”
After the commotion, it was time to go to bed. The Marshal, who had just read the Art of War, was calm and composed and decided to take it slow. He was no longer impatient, like yesterday. While covered in a soft velvet quilt and chatting, he wrapped his little wife tightly in his arms, letting him get used to it slowly.
Jiao Qi naturally didn’t resist the embrace of his Lao Gong, adjusted to a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. In a drowsy state, he vaguely heard a sentence. “Tomorrow, I’ll make sure you return home in a grand and glorious manner.” Thinking it was just a dream, he didn’t take it seriously.
When he woke up the next day and saw Zhang Chenfei, who was energetically preparing gifts for his father-in-law, he realised that he was serious. According to the old customs of the past, on the third day of marriage, the new bride returns to their home.
“What return? I’m not a new bride, and I’m a man. Pei! We’ve been married for seven years. How am I supposed to explain it to my old father if I go back?” There were so many things to do at the company today, and by the time he went back, his father would have already left Jiaoyang. There was no point in going back. If Zhang Chenfei said any more lines, he couldn’t even imagine the situation.
“Although it’s already the Republican era, we should still respect tradition. Actually, you can come to my family’s home, but all that’s left of them is a tombstone. There’s no place to have a meal.” Zhang Chenfei took out two boxes of cigars, looking somewhat dumbfounded.
The first box was bought earlier, and he took out one to bite on, rendering it unsuitable for gifting. Later, at the auction, Zhang Chenfei couldn’t purchase another box. So, he asked someone to buy another box from overseas, but on Monday, when he met Jiao Qi, he wasted one from that box. Now, he didn’t have any usable boxes left.
Jiao Qi sighed, took out one from the first box and stuffed it into the space of the second box, and raised his hand to call his father.
“Chenchen said he wants to come back and see me so you two can come home in the evening since I’m busy during the day.” Fortunately, Jiao Zuoren wasn’t confused and directly refused Zhang Chenfei’s suggestion of returning home early in the morning. He told them to come after work instead.
“Why are you so smart? No wonder you have studied abroad!” Marshal Zhang was very happy holding a complete box of cigars, which saved him from having to ask someone else to buy them again.
Jiao Qi ignored him and held onto the properly adjusted cigar box to prevent Zhang Chenfei from unexpectedly getting excited and biting into it. They would return home empty-handed in the evening. Today, he wouldn’t go to Shi Fei because Bajiao had an important meeting to attend.
The project of introducing American dramas had been completed, and they were gradually being released on the platform. The response had been positive, earning them a good reputation. However, in terms of profits, it hadn’t met expectations.
The marketing department concluded, “According to the survey feedback, 80% of the main audiences watching American dramas are young people. And our platform has users of all ages. American dramas will not explode in the short term.”
It may be related to the fact that Asians are prone to face blindness when watching Europeans and Americans, and older users generally weren’t interested in watching them. American dramas could strive in the long run because the plots were better and suitable for repeated viewing.
“Neighbouring Big Eye Video has imported popular Korean soap operas, which have gained a considerable number of CTR. So, we are considering introducing Japanese TV dramas in the next quarter.” Being cautious about importing a large quantity, the Marketing Department proposed starting with one to test the waters.
Jiao Qi had read the profit statement, and it was completely within his expectations. This was a long-term plan, and he didn’t intend to get all the investment back in the short term. The Marketing Department’s urgency was driven by the desire to boost the performance of the second half of the year so as to secure the year-end bonuses.
Two fingers tapped on the table, and the conference room fell into silence so profound that one could even hear a pin drop.
“Introducing Japanese TV dramas was originally planned for the first half of next year, but now it’s being moved up on the schedule. Even if we start airing it as soon as possible, it won’t be until spring.” Jiao Qi said in a deep tone, “If we keep adjusting marketing plans every time the profits don’t meet expectations and rely solely on acquiring new content, when will we actually start generating profits?”
The heads of the Marketing Director and the Sales Director started to sweat. Just as everyone thought the President was about to dock their bonuses, Jiao Qi surprised them by agreeing to the plan of importing the Japanese TV drama. However, they would only be allowed to air one series before the year’s end, providing them with an opportunity to make up for their year-end bonuses.
Everyone rejoiced and went all out to choose a high-quality drama.
“The President’s temper seems to be a little bit better recently.” The Sales Director whispered, “It makes people feel as if they are bathing in the spring breeze.”
“Really?” The Marketing Director, who was constantly being reprimanded, wore a grimace on their face and didn’t sense any improvement. After all, that was Jiao Qi’s style of doing things. “Don’t tell me you’re like President Zhang, finding pleasure in being scolded just because he has a handsome face?”
“Go, go, go. I’m a straight man!”
After working all day, Zhang Chenfei personally drove to pick him up after work at night. It was better not to bring his soldiers so as not to frighten his father-in-law when returning home.
Mama Jiao went out to film again, and there were only Papa Jiao and the servants at home. The two hadn’t been home for a long time, so Jiao Zuoren was obviously very happy and asked the chef to cook Jiao Qi’s favourite barbecue.
Eating barbecue meat at night was not easy to digest, but this was his Dad’s heartfelt intention, so Jiao Qi didn’t say anything. On the other hand, Zhang Chenfei had no scruples and sat on the sofa carelessly. “Yanyan has a bad stomach; first cook him a bowl of soup to nourish the stomach. Your dad acts as… Wu!”
Jiao Qi stuffed a plum into his mouth and pointed at the samurai sword on the knife stand next to him to change the subject. “I’ve never seen this knife before.”
Zhang Chenfei followed his little wife’s hand and saw a Japanese-style long knife. He took the plum out of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly. “Is this a Taichi?”
“En, it’s a Taichi.” Papa Jiao brought the knife over to Zhang Chenfei to show. “An old friend gave it to me the day before yesterday.”
Zhang Chenfei took the knife and examined it carefully, then put it back silently.
After dinner, on the way home, Marshal Zhang had a heavy heart. “Tell your father not to have contact with that friend again. The situation is tense now, and it is not good to contact people from Japan.”
“Huh?”
“Japan’s army is marching towards East China.” Thinking that his little wife didn’t know the stakes, Zhang Chenfei seriously explained it to him. National survival was no joke.
There was chaos and infighting among warlords in the country, and several nations were eyeing it greedily. Among them, Japan was the most active, and with their military strength growing, they could temporarily ensure the safety of the thirteen provinces in East China. However, other provinces with weaker military forces were already in a precarious situation.
Upon arriving home, Zhang Chenfei embraced his little wife and gently laid him down on the velvet cushion, tearing open his pristine white shirt. The sight of the Tachi sword triggered a sense of restlessness within him, fueling his eagerness to make Jiao Qi completely his in an attempt to quell the inexplicable uneasiness he felt.
“What are you doing?”
“Fuck | You!”
“No,” Jiao Qi pushed him away, as he hadn’t showered yet and he smelled like barbecue. “Take a shower first.”
“Take a shower? What a joke! I, Big Dick Zhang, have roamed through several territories without taking a single bath.” Zhang Chenfei sneered, pulling his little wife into his arms and pinching his chin. “Do you have any idea what your repeated rejections mean?”
What does it mean? Jiao Qi pondered for a moment and tried to persuade Zhang Chenfei to take a bath using words that a Lao Gong in the Republican era would understand. “It means resisting the oppressive filth of the warlord!”
The author has something to say:
The final punchline has been changed to avoid causing trouble. There is no intention of disrespecting history. I hope everyone can be happy and have lots of love (muah muah).
Translators note:- Every chapter I’m like, domestic violence is wrong Jiao Qi, domestic violence is wrong.
Ah, this story is hilarious! Love them both :3
Thank you very much for your hard work!
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Domestic violence is wrong!
…But what if your husband is being really, REALLY stupid?