Chapter 29: The 29th Day of Livestream Selling
Mm. Although Lord Arland had sworn to kill the person who had provided him with fried chicken so late, actions were always more honest than words. After the light screen that currently only he could see appeared in his potion room again, his first reaction was to immediately exchange the gold coins and magic crystals in his spatial pouch, turning all those cold things into warm food.
1114 let out a sharp scream through Lin Zhao’s call.
When Lin Zhao was livestreaming, he was still wearing a Bluetooth earbud in one ear. It had originally only been prepared just in case. After all, this livestream involved some sensitive terms related to weapons. Although he would try his best to avoid them, no one could guarantee accidents would not happen.
But he never expected that an accident really did happen. It was not that his livestream room got a warning, but that someone had ordered fried chicken again.
“Ahhhh, what do we do, Host QAQ.”
If 1114 did not still have a camera task to handle, the entire blue-and-white ball would have exploded from stress by now. Not because it had made another work mistake, but because its mistake would drag its host down with it.
When this happened, Lin Zhao had not yet started frying fries. That was the real reason why he looked as if he were slacking off on camera. He was seizing the gaps to send messages to 1114 on his phone.
[You still haven’t taken down those group-buying links?]
“I did! I took them down back then!” 1114 cried injustice. This time, the fact that the other party could place an order was not because it had not taken the links down, but purely because of the platform.
Hadn’t they agreed with the viewers to give out lucky bags every ten minutes? The livestream platform’s lucky bag setting worked like this: there first had to be a corresponding link. When viewers won the lucky bag, what they actually won was this link. Generally, before the prize was drawn, the listed price for this link would be extremely ridiculous. Only viewers who won the lucky bag would see a price of 0 yuan when they clicked in.
Although this was the setting on Blue Star livestream platforms, the foundational code 1114 built for livestreaming in other regions was also like this.
The blue-and-white ball wearing a red scarf almost screamed like a marmot through the earbud.
“Normal people wouldn’t click buy after seeing prices like 9999 or 8888, right?”
But very clearly, Lord Arland from the Rift Forest was not a normal person. He was a dark elf. Having already grown used to spending lavishly at auctions to buy all kinds of rare potions, to him, the price of fried chicken this time was indeed a little more expensive than when it had appeared last time, but it seemed there was not much difference.
In the eyes of rich people, three thousand was also like thirty.
In any case, this time, he was absolutely not going to repeat the mistake of not ordering enough last time!
This was also Lin Zhao’s first time encountering this kind of forced buying and selling. His head hurt terribly.
[Contact him and cancel the order. Say the price was marked wrong.]
But 1114 cried even harder.
“I contacted him. I contacted him right away and told him he ordered wrong, that this was a lottery draw, that the price was incorrect, and that I hoped he wouldn’t waste this money.”
It was not stupid either. After discovering the problem, it had gone to communicate.
It was just that the other party either did not understand its words, or—
“No matter what I say, he only cares about when we’ll ship.”
Arland did not fail to understand. Precisely because he understood too thoroughly, he was even less likely to cancel the order.
If he canceled the order, that would mean he had to compete on luck with who knew how many potential opponents.
And who did not know…
His luck, Arland’s luck, had been rotten to the core since childhood?
Otherwise, among so many dark creatures, why had he, of all people, become the blessed one of the Goddess of Light? Did they think this identity, so highly praised among light creatures, could be anything good among dark creatures?
If not for certain pressures that could not be spoken of to outsiders, how could his violent-tempered mother empress possibly have joined hands with humans?
1114 did not know these things. It could only sigh deeply and tell Lin Zhao, “I really don’t understand these rich people.”
Lin Zhao did not understand either.
What was the point?
Did this dark elf prince Arland not have a KFC or McDonald’s near his home? Or did rich chuunibyou types just crave this one bite of homemade battered fried skewers they had never eaten before?
But since the other party had already placed the order and spent so much money, with Lin Zhao’s way of doing things, he definitely could not just renege on it.
Fortunately, Lin Zhao had already considered this matter before. The lucky bags he prepared could not possibly contain the home-cooked food made by him and his aunt. On one hand, there were food safety considerations. On the other hand, if a Blue Star viewer won the lucky bag, this kind of home-cooked food was really not suitable for shipping. By the time it arrived, it would already be spoiled.
In short, their lucky bags only contained well-known chain-brand high-calorie fast food similar to the dishes shown, beloved by everyone, along with signature sweet drinks from major milk tea shops.
Before starting the livestream, Lin Zhao had already discussed it with 1114. If a Blue Star viewer won the lucky bag, they would directly order nearby delivery according to the address the other party filled in. If a viewer from another region won, 1114 would first place an order on the delivery platform, wait for the delivery person to leave it outside Auntie’s door, and then directly transmit the delivery to the winning viewer.
Now Arland’s order could only be handled this way too.
While 1114 banned anyone else from exploiting this loophole in the backend, it first called the Jiangzuo Fried Chicken shop to communicate and confirm whether they could take such a large order.
After all, it was currently New Year. In a small city like Jiangzuo, many shops simply closed and stopped doing business. Some supermarkets were not even open.
For example, Lin Zhao’s little supermarket had closed early, although normally, his supermarket also basically had no customers.
The Jiangzuo Fried Chicken side was also startled by this massive order quantity. Fortunately, although this fried chicken brand had no national fame, it had many chain stores locally in Jiangzuo. It was like a certain tea brand in Xiang City, with one shop every five steps and one storefront every ten steps.
After negotiating with several nearby branches, everyone enthusiastically joined in. After all, finishing this order would basically clear out the shop’s New Year inventory, and those on the night shift could get off work early. Who would not be happy?
Basically, each time a shop finished one batch, 1114 would first send one batch to Arland.
Otherwise, if the quantity was too large all at once, they would have to use special space boxes. With Lin Zhao’s personality, he would not go pack boxes during New Year. The probability of him going to the supermarket to turn on the transport robots was not very high either.
1114 was indeed an honest system. Even while rushing around in such chaos, it did not forget to remind Arland on the Farlris side: if you order so much fried chicken at once, you won’t be able to finish it, and it will go bad very quickly.
Arland, the greatest magical genius of the age, answered: Though I am untalented, I know a little time-space magic.
Lin Zhao’s understanding was: oh, a refrigerator.
My aunt knows that too. If we carefully search through it, we might even find zombie meat stocked up from last New Year. If we work hard, finding meat from the year before last might not be impossible.
Later, after Lin Zhao’s explanation of the air fryer came out in the livestream, Lord Arland, who was naturally fond of research, became even more unable to sit still.
He did not know what drones or explosion-proof shields were, but he understood the principle Lin Zhao mentioned. Wasn’t it just needing a source that continuously blew hot wind, plus a sealed space so the hot air could circulate?
He was very good at wind magic.
After trying to create a simple magical version of an air fryer, Lord Arland became eager to buy semi-finished frozen fries.
“Use the fried chicken I bought to trade,” he said to 1114 under the goddess statue.
Mm. Because the channel was too special, Farlris could not send private messages. The communication between Arland and 1114 still followed the most basic communication rule between a blessed one and a god—only when the god was willing to communicate with you could the microphone be opened for conversation.
“No exchange.” 1114 was multitasking so much that it was almost dying from busyness. It had no time to deal with this unreasonable request from a Western fantasy customer.
“I’m not negotiating with you. I want to communicate directly with the person behind you. He seems to need this thing called an air fryer very much.”
Lord Arland, who had risen to the ranks of the continent’s top potion masters, was naturally not stupid. He had almost instantly seen through Lin Zhao’s intention behind the livestream.
He was trying to use this light-screen format to teach some people a more convenient way of living.
One had to admit, this really resembled the traditional rhetoric of saving the suffering, relieving the distressed, and loving the world like a god.
Arland had previously felt that Lin Zhao was simply an ordinary human lacking deeper magical understanding. Now, he was no longer so certain. He even began to suspect that perhaps gods were all like this.
After all, although the other party did not seem to know magic, that face, as if carved by the God of Beauty personally, was indeed unbelievably beautiful. Only a god would be worthy of possessing it.
However, whether Lin Zhao was a god or not had nothing to do with him. Arland only cared that his magical research seemed capable of bringing the other party the benefits he needed. Naturally, this gave him room to bargain.
The dark elf lord, who thought victory was in his grasp…
Soon received Lin Zhao’s own reply. Of course, since Lin Zhao was livestreaming, 1114 still conveyed it on his behalf.
“My host asks you: how much does this air fryer of yours, which uses lava crystal fragments, a wind-gathering micro-array, and heat-insulation runes, cost to make? Can it be mass-produced? How long does it take to produce one? How is energy consumption calculated?”
The Western fantasy person, who had always pursued rarity, handcrafting, and uniqueness, was directly stunned by these questions.
He had originally thought the other party would pay attention to how beautiful the flowing gilded runes on the dark-silver mithril shell were, or what kind of steadily rotating lava crystal was embedded in the core. At the very least, he should praise the core array for being concise and practical, right?
Instead, the other party was like a vulgar merchant, only caring about price.
The dark elf prince, who did not concern himself with worldly matters, did not know what number would be appropriate. In the end, he could only try giving a figure he thought was acceptable.
Then, the other side replied with the Blue Star price for an air fryer.
If one did not care about brand, one could buy one for ninety-nine yuan. If they contacted an OEM factory, the larger the order, the cheaper the price.
1114 was even afraid Arland would not understand, so it thoughtfully explained the price conversion:
“Probably equivalent to, on your side, mm, less than one-tenth of an ounce of mithril? The basic model is even cheaper. If purchased in bulk, for example more than a thousand units, the price can be cut by another third.”
“Assembly line production can make several thousand units a day. Fully automatic mechanical arms. It might not even take three minutes to stamp the air fryer shell into shape…”
On the other side of the light screen, the dark elf’s blood-red eyes gradually lost their color as 1114 explained.
On the workbench of the potion room, because a newly added ingredient in the cauldron that had been boiling for several days had been forgotten and not stirred, there was a faint puff, and a small wisp of black smoke emerged. No one paid it any attention.
Lin Zhao did not sell air fryers in the livestream room only because although air fryers were already very cheap, for Kaman, which was temporarily still struggling around the food-and-clothing line, they were still somewhat luxurious.
His idea in providing them with a solution was simply to hope that, if everyone had the ability, they could reuse waste materials and hand-make a cheaper version themselves, slightly improving their lives.
The dark elf’s transaction failed to succeed, and the face that looked as though it had stepped out of an oil painting naturally showed extreme frustration. Unable to find an outlet, he could only amplify the smell of fried chicken to make things difficult for those nature elves outside.
The irritation he originally wanted was that vegetarian nature elves definitely would not like the smell of meat.
And at this moment, the nature elves were indeed sitting as if on pins and needles. However, it did not seem to be because they disliked it.
Lord Arland did not care what the inner world of the nature elves was like. He simply inherited the excellent personality traits of most dark villains: the more setbacks, the braver he became. In no time, he rallied again.
If one plan failed, form another plan.
With great resilience, he once more tried to propose terms to Lin Zhao.
“If you don’t need air fryers, do you need potions?”
The tall dark elf turned and took a palm-sized little bottle from the diamond-shaped crystal cabinet behind him. The bottle was dark green, and the stopper was a small carved piece of obsidian. The liquid inside, under the dim light, presented a dynamic silver vortex like starlight.
This was his true line of work.
Since the region Lin Zhao wanted to care for was so poor, lacking clothing and food, it was impossible that they would not lack medicine.
As a potion master, Arland felt that there could be no one who understood the scarcity of potions better than him. Even if Lin Zhao was truly a god, he might not be able to instantly manufacture so many potions. And as it happened, he knew a kind of restoration potion that was very cheap, could be mass-produced, and was basically effective for ordinary physical recovery.
The dark elf was afraid Lin Zhao would still dismiss his proposal, so he specifically emphasized the word cheap. It was truly unimaginably cheap.
And this time…
Lin Zhao really did lack medicine.
It was not that he could not buy medicine, but that he had no way to purchase medicine in large quantities without attracting suspicion from the relevant departments, unless he opened a hospital or a small clinic himself. But first, he had no connections in this area, and second, he always felt the risk of doing so was too great, so he had not really done many medicine-related transactions with Gray.
At most, he had sold the other party some bandages, iodine, alcohol, and the like.
But if Lin Zhao wanted to help the children over there, he would definitely need these potions.
What made Lin Zhao somewhat concerned was: could this so-called dark elf prince really be trusted?
He was talking about magic potions.
Either 1114’s translation was wrong, or the other party was a genuine chuunibyou. Not the kind like Mechanic whose mental state was excessively beautiful, but more like the divine person in middle school who would suddenly say “Amaterasu” in class.
“Host, don’t worry. The system can test medicines provided by the other party,” 1114 reminded Lin Zhao. It was not just a decoration either.
Then the other side really sent over a small tube. The ingredients were fine, and the effects were extremely significant. It was genuine.
Lin Zhao was dumbfounded, suddenly understanding what it meant to not be afraid that the other party’s potion was fake, but to be afraid that it was real.
What country’s potion looked like this?
Just as Lin Zhao looked blank, suspecting that he had woken too early today and his brain was not clear enough, his cousin came home.
The tall and upright young man was like a white poplar suddenly transplanted indoors. The winter cold air outside the door was still wrapped around the hem of his wool coat, while the warm light and noise inside had already enveloped him first.
Lin Xiang and Lin Zhao looked thirty percent alike. Both brothers were the kind of good-looking that would become the focus even if they stood in a crowd doing nothing. His brow bone and nose bridge caught the ceiling light in the entrance hall, casting clean shadows on his fair side profile. The moment he saw his older cousin Lin Zhao, his eyes instantly curved into a smile, causing the originally slightly cold lines of his face to melt in an instant.
“Brother, I missed you so much.”
And his brother’s focus was: his cousin really had not come back alone!
Holding a cup of roasted apple milk, Lin Zhao leaned back slightly in a tactical retreat, the line from his neck to his shoulders and back forming a beautiful arc. He exchanged a tacit look with 1114 through those clear black-and-white eyes.
Wait. He was directly letting his brother-in-law enter the house like this?
Then Lin Xiang used actual action to tell his brother that there was something even more exciting than this.
What he had brought back was not one man.
It was several.
Author’s Note:
Nonsense Mini Theater:
Lin Zhao, pupils quaking: How many partners do you have exactly?
Lin Xiang: “…”
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