Chapter 36: The 36th Day of Livestream Selling
“1114.”
“I’m here.”
“Don’t cosplay Xiao Ai.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s sort this out.” Lin Zhao took a deep breath. “When we first met, you told me you were a trading system, and that all transactions took place on Blue Star.”
“Right.” 1114 nodded furiously, extremely proud of its own identity. If Lin Zhao had not been quick enough to cover its mouth first, it probably would have recited its origins and its censored core mission all over again.
At the time, Lin Zhao had been too lazy to read through such a long explanation, but he had never doubted 1114’s introduction. After all, who would think the “product manual” was wrong? But now, looking at the cultivation manual in front of him, he could no longer find a reasonable explanation. “When you said ‘all taking place on Blue Star,’ was that part of the explanation itself, or was it your own system judgment?”
1114 tilted slightly, looking at its host in confusion. “Is there a difference?”
There was a huge difference!
“There was a web novel genre popular more than ten years ago called plane trading. Have you read it?” Lin Zhao asked again.
“No. I’ve only been reading genres that were popular in the past two years.” 1114 displayed its list of purchased VIP novels on its screen. Aside from the system quick-transmigration genre it had deeply cultivated, there were also infinite flow novels, overseas-student-in-Europe-and-America stories, feudal big-daddy stories, and so on. “And sky-screen novels. I really like sky-screen novels lately. What is plane trading? You can do business with other planes too?”
As 1114 accepted the concept of plane trading, part of the censored information in its database began to unlock again.
For example, in the self-introduction it had once given Lin Zhao, one sentence—“to understand as many markets of multiple [???] as possible”—became “to understand as many markets of multiple plane worlds as possible.” There was also “a full one to two [planes] of traffic” and “crossing [planes] for targeted traffic.”
Lin Zhao: “…” Are you a trading system, or a murder mystery system? Do I have to solve the puzzle myself before using you?
1114 had already started slacking off and quickly reading about what was, to it, a very “trendy” old trope. It kept going “wow” again and again. To be honest, it had recently been feeling a bit out of reading material after reading so many quick-transmigration system novels and had been considering changing genres. Then it discovered such a treasure trove from ten years ago. Although many of the tropes inside were long outdated, it had never read those old tropes before, so they still felt very fresh. The major web novel sites had left behind countless “literary treasures.” Happy!
It announced that Zhaozhao was the best host in the world. No arguments allowed!
Meanwhile, its best host was trying hard to tell himself that the world was so wonderful, and yet he was so irritable. That was not good. Not good. In front of him was a system whose brain had been damaged. It was equivalent to a person whose head had been injured. He would not hold a grudge against an intellectually disabled person, so he should not get angry with an intellectually disabled system either.
He should only be angry at his own fixed thinking, assuming that just because it was a system, it would not talk nonsense.
Of course, 1114 had not been talking nonsense either. It really had not known, because the things it said had all been censored. It was just that Lin Zhao had previously assumed 1114 knew but could not tell him. Now it seemed neither of them had known. And 1114 had its own fixed thinking too.
This inexperienced little system was still rapidly reading on the side, while saying, “Wow, in that case, we really are quite like plane trading. The first region is a wasteland world, the second is, uh, interstellar? But Boss Bro’s people aren’t even ABO. How come they don’t add any trendiness points at all? The third is Western fantasy, and today’s is cultivation…”
“Aside from the fact that protagonists ten years ago didn’t need to livestream sell goods, and the protagonists’ trading partners were plane merchants from various worlds, there really isn’t much difference.”
After countless precise calculations in its logic core, the system came to its final conclusion. “Then I’m still a bit more impressive.” I can let everyone see our Zhaozhao’s beauty!
A meme appeared on its screen.
The top line read: “If someone says there is nothing perfect in this world,” and the bottom showed it strongly pushing Zhaozhao’s photo.
But even a silly system could occasionally say something that sounded foolish yet wise. While it had already let its thoughts wander to looking in the mirror, thinking that perhaps it should virtually give itself a pair of wise-looking glasses, it said, “But, Zhaozhao, what’s the difference between trading with other planes and trading with other countries? Isn’t it all livestream selling? You can earn foreign currency, so why can’t you earn alien currency?”
To be precise, weren’t you just casually streaming either way?
Lin Zhao thought about it carefully and found that he actually could not refute that. Whether streaming for humans or elves, his attitude would indeed not change much.
At most, his direction of thought would shift a little.
For example, he once again unconsciously looked at the Basic Body Tempering Art in his hand.
When Dr. Lin, with his long legs, got home from work at the laboratory that night, his fingers had not yet pressed the fingerprint lock when the watch on his wrist—used to monitor the natural energy field readings at home in real time—started vibrating slightly.
To be precise, the readings had fluctuated to varying degrees throughout the afternoon. It was just that right before he entered, they exceeded the alert value.
It was not a danger alarm. It was purely abnormal fluctuation, saying that his home was showing regular tidal fluctuations.
Lin Xiang paused, brows tightly furrowed. While taking out his phone to pull up more detailed values, he quickly opened the door. The first thing he saw—or rather, heard—was his brother’s extremely regular, soothing breathing from the living room, accompanied by the faint rustle of clothing, and… a kind of extremely weak yet stable energy vortex he had never sensed from his brother before.
When he walked through the entrance, he saw his brother Lin Zhao wearing a white practice outfit, slowly beginning a movement on the yoga mat spread out in the living room. Beside him floated 1114, somehow also dressed in a matching practice outfit.
Parent-child outfit. Very nice.
As Lin Zhao performed a “left and right opening the bow to shoot the eagle” stretch, the natural energy field diffused through the living room, which had originally been unordered, seemed to be gently stirred by an invisible hand. It began forming yet another slowly rotating vortex centered around him.
On Lin Xiang’s phone data chart, the faint light point representing his brother’s own biological field was now like a planet with its own gravity, absorbing and guiding the energy that surrounded him, strand by strand, thread by thread, slowly “weaving” it into the stable glow surrounding his external structure. There was even an extremely small portion beginning to tentatively seep into Lin Zhao’s body, especially toward several physiological regions with the most obvious gene collapse markers.
Lin Xiang: “!!!”
He looked at his mother, who was putting clothes and a leash on Doudou nearby. He almost did not dare make a sound, afraid of disturbing his brother’s “self-healing,” and could only ask with his eyes: What is my brother doing?
Lin Mingzhu, however, seemed already used to it. She continued doing what she was doing and spoke at a normal volume. “Your brother’s practicing boxing. He’s been doing it all afternoon. He said it’s something, something…” Aunt Lin failed to remember and could only say, “Probably something like tai chi or Baduanjin. My square-dancing partner also practices Baduanjin every day and says it can replenish qi and blood.”
This was also why Aunt Lin had stopped forcing Lin Zhao to stay in bed. In the simple values of her older generation, she felt this was also a way to help her nephew’s health.
And in fact, it was.
After Lin Zhao completed a full cycle, his telomere wear warning index dropped by 0.0003%. It was minuscule, but it was a genuine reverse fluctuation.
After making the gesture of drawing qi back to its source, Lin Zhao slowly rose and exhaled a long breath of turbid air. The breath actually produced a small patch of faint white mist in the air from the temperature difference, and within it, extremely pale golden flecks seemed to flash by. Before Lin Xiang, who stood there holding his briefcase and staring at him blankly, could react, Lin Zhao first stuffed the Basic Body Tempering Art into his hands.
“I exchanged a manual said to strengthen the body from a demon cultivator today. I’m planning to practice it and see. Maybe it’ll help me recover faster.”
To be precise, Lin Zhao wanted to cultivate immortality.
Which Huaguo citizen could resist the temptation of flying on a sword? Especially under the premise that the cultivation manual was real and harmless to him.
In any case, Lin Zhao could not resist.
Most importantly, even if he really cultivated wrong, wasn’t there still 1114? As long as the system was there, he would not die. Lin Zhao was quite ready to let himself go.
But when Lin Xiang heard this, what he understood was: his brother was actively using his ability to heal himself! No matter how his brother understood the matter.
His brother was amazing!
Then, before his amazing brother could let him put down his briefcase and take out the medicine, he first stuffed a handful of skewers into his hands. Lin Xiang was even more confused. What was this?
“Our dinner.”
Yes, the Lin family was eating barbecue tonight. The preparation work of skewering ingredients was handed to the Lin cousins. Of course, technically they could have let the nanny robot do it, but Lin Zhao was planning to livestream for the Western fantasy plane. Since they already knew that side was a Western fantasy world, and the dark elf seemed to love high-calorie foods, then of course they had to keep selling these foods to him.
There was no particular goal. It was just to brush up transaction volume and increase transaction points. Today, he and 1114 had analyzed which of the four worlds he had opened so far would be best for raising transaction volume.
The wasteland Kaman undoubtedly ranked first. The little supermarket would resume work after the New Year, and with robots helping, everything had entered a standardized process. When Qin Xiaoman came to pick up Third Aunt, he had told Lin Zhao, “You don’t need to go. The top priority right now is staying home and recovering. Xiangxiang already told me everything, Linzi. Don’t worry. I’m enough on my own.”
Second was the Western fantasy world, where they could squeeze in food delivery whenever possible.
Yes, Lin Zhao thought the “order delivery online first, then have 1114 send it over” route from New Year’s Eve was pretty good. It was just earning money conveniently. After all, even if he personally opened a fast-food restaurant now, it would take time. For the time being, ordering takeout was the most effortless option.
But always selling fried chicken to the dark elf was not a long-term solution. Sooner or later, he would get tired of fried chicken.
Although Lin Zhao did not know what else this dark elf prince named Arland liked to eat, if there was no demand, he could create demand. Starting with skewers.
No one could resist the charm of Northeastern-style barbecue. No one!
When the two brothers began skewering ingredients for the livestream, His Excellency Arland, the Divine Favored One, was leading a group of potion apprentices in making potions for him. Yes, this kind of cheap, worthless potion was not worthy of him personally taking action. But he did not mind using this blood-qi recovery potion to deepen the connection between him and Lin Zhao. Although his fried chicken had not run out yet, the way Lin Zhao had disappeared without warning last time had still left this dark elf prince with a deep psychological scar.
When Lin Zhao appeared again only a few days later, Arland was frowning at the purple potion churning inside a crystal flask. The stability of this high-tier calming potion still did not meet the standard. It lacked some crucial harmonizing medium. What was it?
Just as he was fully focused, the light screen appeared again, making the familiar sizzling noise.
Inside the vast public potion room, a group of potion apprentices who believed in the Goddess of Light all widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at the legendary miracle.
Only Arland gave a disinterested curl of his lip, because he had already seen Lin Zhao preparing grilled meat.
This primitive cooking method of placing meat directly over open flame was something he had seen countless times among human adventurers and goblin camps. He had even eaten it himself when he had to venture deep into mountains and forests to gather certain rare potion ingredients. Smoke-filled, charred outside and raw inside—honestly, if not for survival, he would never have given such a thing, practically no different from eating raw meat and drinking blood, even a single glance.
He made his judgment and was about to look away and continue his potion research. Whether those apprentices wanted to kneel before the miracle was up to them, as long as they did not ruin his potion business.
However, just as his fingertip was about to touch the crystal flask, a domineering aroma that was both familiar and unfamiliar surfaced once again.
On the light screen, fat dripped down and burst into golden oil blossoms on the scorching grill plate. The rich, full fragrance of animal fat being forced out and then burned rose in wisps of smoky aroma, intense and direct.
The lamb skewers quietly changed color as the Lin brothers diligently flipped them. From raw dark red, to half-cooked light brown, to appetizing golden-brown charred edges. The fully rendered fat rolled and burst on the surface of the lamb skewers, releasing the perfect aroma of… cumin, chili powder, and five-spice powder.
That demonic, mouthwatering, richly layered combination of spices instantly breached what was already Arland’s rather thin psychological defense line under its powerful sensory assault.
Again. This damned immediate happiness that one knew at first smell was unhealthy, but was truly impossible to refuse.
For the one thousand and first time, the dark elf’s inner suspicion about Lin Zhao’s identity shifted. At first, he thought Lin Zhao was human. Later, he thought perhaps he really was a god. Now he was certain.
He was a devil!
Because this devil was only selling ten portions, and to everyone who could hear under the statue of the Goddess of Light!
Why?!
The dark elf was angry!
Wasn’t he supposed to be the one and only divine favored one of the Goddess of Light?
Meanwhile, the bishops of the Church of Light suddenly understood. This was not the God of Gourmet, a subordinate god of the God of Revelry. This was the God of Commerce, one of the Twelve Main Gods.
According to The Goddess of Light Speaks, the God of Gourmet was indeed the Anut of the God of Commerce. Earlier, when the deity was conversing with his brother, he had also said that his Anut would be back soon. Everything made sense now.
Hurry and arrange offerings for the god!
So, when Ms. Lin Mingzhu came back with Doudou on the leash, what she saw was the meat of an entire slaughtered cow, one sheep’s head, and one pig’s head neatly arranged in front of her family’s security door.
Aunt Lin: ?
Author’s Note:
Nonsense Mini Theater:
The bishops: Great God Lin Zhao!
The believers: Let us praise the great God Lin Zhao for bestowing food upon us!
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