It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 546 [195] Turtle Breathing Technique VS Zombie Senior Sister
Afternoon 3: 33
As the countdown to death came to an end, the online shopping frenzy swept across Pyramid Street.

The senior sisters' nails inlaid with electronic enamel danced wildly on the virtual screen. Every time they pressed the virtual buy button, holographic pixel fireworks exploded in the air.

"Beep - the purchase failed! Purchaser with citizen ID 845602B, please queue up again!"

"hateful!"

When the girl in the lolita skirt was persuaded to leave by the city police, she threw the recorder in her hand at the explosion-proof shield. The shield immediately popped up a holographic warning: "It is forbidden to use electronic devices to carry out physical attacks. Violators will have their credit scores reduced or be forced to do labor."

“Beep—Congratulations on the successful purchase!”

A woman wearing mink next to her held up a recorder, the diamond-studded protective case reflecting a rainbow halo. As part of the celebration, the holographic pyramid automatically began to play her processed projection, and the electronic synthetic man bowed gracefully and said, "I am very grateful to the company for giving me a fair shopping environment."

The research and use of AI is prohibited in Huanshi City. The computing power required for real-time projection is provided by the tandem brain-computer interface, which is in a sense artificial Photoshop...

"God damn it, the first prize was taken away by this bitch!"

Someone threw makeup remover at Ms. Mink, but it bounced off a lace umbrella in mid-air. The victim, wearing smudged eyeliner, yelled, "I'll ambush you at your door day and night!"

Ms. Diao Rong paid with a bank card, and the recorder linked to her citizenship automatically generated a compliant circle of friends on the education website: "Thank you company! Thank you Han family! I will practice civilized shopping!"

After she walked to a place with few people, she took out another cracking recorder from her bag and posted a message on the darknet using her small account: "Watch out, useless sows! The first time for online sex is taken by me, your elder sister!"

Compared to the tightly monitored, civilized education network, the replies on the dark web are freer and more intense.

“What the hell are you expecting? Being the first to qualify doesn’t mean you’ll be the first to receive the goods!”

"The young master's first time will not be reserved for people in the inner city! I'll line up at the door of the Falling Cherry Blossom Group, and I'll definitely get the real thing first!"

"Two people in front of me, what is your Baji Internet ID? Nicknames are fine, do you dare to tell me? I have to hack into it and let you have fun!"

Some people are happy while others are sad. Some people get the lottery to buy the product the first time they queue up, while others fail to get the lottery even after queuing up three times. Because the bank cards of inner-city residents are closely linked to their resident identities, it is extremely risky to be a scalper or buy from a scalper. The police department shoots a group of scalpers every month.

"The first batch of purchase qualifications are almost sold out!" A girl cried until her heavy makeup melted, "I love the young master so much but I can't get one. It's all because of you nouveau riche!"

"What are you talking about? They are all from the Senior Sisters Group. They must not love you enough, so they didn't get the draw like me!"

"What? You bitch!"

The two people had a conflict. The one who didn't get the thing pressed the one who got it under him and carved a bloody word "cheap" on the other's forehead with a square tube of lipstick.

Granny Qianxing ordered her subordinates to put out fires everywhere. Fortunately, they were all conflicts at the level of shrews fighting. These people knew neither martial arts nor had special powers. They just had a lot of money that they didn't know where to spend.

The commercial street turned into a picture of hell. Ding Ling hurriedly took the turtle driver and fled farther away. However, the turtle walked very slowly, so Ding Ling had to stop and wait for him every few steps.

Some of the senior sisters who did not qualify began to find fault with the people around them, and a few of them found the tortoise and the rabbit.

"You! Aren't you Ding Ling from Crime Fighter magazine? You interviewed the young master and even accused him of getting you pregnant, right? It must be because of you, the jinx, that we didn't win the lottery!"

"Eh? Eh?" Ding Ling's furry rabbit tail exploded into a dandelion behind his shorts. "I have already publicly refuted the rumor and apologized for this! The young master has forgiven me, on the condition that I become his news slave..."

The commercial street was in chaos and the noise was so loud that several senior sisters on the opposite side mistook "news slave" for "news slave".

"What! Is there such a good thing? Why would you want to do this and not us?"

"Slutty bunny! Who told you to seduce the young master? Let's pull his bunny ears off!"

"The same goes for this turtle! Kill him and boil it into turtle essence for the young master to drink!"

“Hey, who would have thought that reporting on a product launch could be life-threatening!”

At this time, the turtle driver showed his righteousness. He took the camera off his shoulder and handed it to Ding Ling.

"I'll... stop them... You quickly take... the camera and videotape... back to the magazine... otherwise... the deadline..."

"Uncle Turtle! I will never forget your sacrifice!"

Ding Ling held the camera in both hands and ran away before being caught, with her running shoes stepping on the road at the edge of the commercial street.

Not long ago, because of rumors that practicing the "Young Master Way" required practicing with the ugly Furui people, the turtle driver was almost defeated by a female martial artist. He was able to escape the disaster because of this trick in front of him -

"Turtle Breath... Dafa!"

The turtle driver crouched forward, with his head and limbs retracted into his shell, allowing the senior sisters to kick him hard. Apart from his torn clothes and the crackling sound of his shell, he suffered no damage at all.

Seeing that the turtle had strong defense, some people went to chase Ding Ling. Ding Ling was holding a video camera in his hand, with a camera and a recorder hanging around his neck. He couldn't run fast and was about to be caught up.

As luck would have it, the first car Ding Ling saw in the traffic jam was Qin Jiandan's car. Behind the tempered glass, Qin Jiandan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was wearing round sunglasses and ordered Nestor to drive just because the traffic jam had been relieved.

"No! Young Master, wait for me! Help!" Ding Ling's whole face was pressed against the car window, and her big breasts, which were not in line with her average height, were squeezed and deformed. It looked like the bunny-eared girl was about to cry.

"Even if the young master doesn't want to save me, at least return the camera and video camera to the magazine! They are important assets of the magazine! There are also interview materials in them!"

Qin Jiandan discovered that among the several "senior sisters" who were chasing Ding Ling, some had their eyes wide open, probably because they had discovered his identity.

"This is Han Muyue's old car. I saw it when I was following her!"

"The bald guy in the car is the British butler, and the one next to him... isn't that the young master wearing sunglasses? Young master, please give me an autograph!"

"The dead rabbit is indeed the young master's star slave! Let me get in the car! I want to be the young master's star slave too!"

Looking at these senior sisters who looked like zombies, Qin Jiandan quickly pressed the button to open the passenger door.

"Ding Ling, hurry up and get up here! Nestor, drive!"

With a step on the accelerator, Qin Jiandan and the rabbit reporter escaped from the danger, leaving behind only a few senior sisters who were jumping up and down and cursing Ding Ling.

When the last quota was issued, the Pyramid Shopping Street was in a mess, as if it had been bombed by a Spider Tank. The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving twelve red-soled shoes, five pairs of contact lenses, and six silicone breast pads on the ground. The special forces team silently cleaned up the battlefield, and the "strict law enforcement" slogan on the riot shield was completely covered by lipstick and foundation.

The Crime Fighter magazine is located in District 1 of the inner city. Qin Jiandan was returning to District 12 from District 3, so it was convenient for him to give Ding Ling a ride.

Ding Ling sat in the back seat of Qin Jiandan's car and carefully placed the camera horizontally on her legs. In early winter, she finally wore a pair of transparent pantyhose under her shorts to keep warm.

"Master, thank you for saving my life and the camera..."

Nestor asked, "Is your turtle driver okay?"

Ding Ling smiled awkwardly: "Every time he got beaten, he used his tortoise shell to save his life. He said he couldn't run fast anyway, so he asked me to run alone. Saving the interview materials was more important."

As he got closer to the magazine office, Qin Jiandan suddenly remembered that there was a phlogiston crystal processing factory downstairs from the magazine office. For the construction of the Ecological Tower and Border Town Special Zone, phlogiston crystals, as raw materials for energy and weapons, were always in short supply.

"Ding Ling, this crystal processing factory is actually under your name. It's your company, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Ding Ling answered nervously, "But I'm not interested in factory management. I prefer to be a reporter! It's more reasonable to treat this factory as my mother's..."

Qin Jiandan put away his round sunglasses and rubbed his chin back and forth with two fingers.

"Anyway, Night Dragon will want to purchase this factory in full. Contact your mother and ask her what price she wants to sell it for."

Ding Ling tilted her head slightly with two rabbit ears on her head: "Now... Contact now?"

Qin Jiandan said firmly, "Contact them now. I'll go to the magazine office upstairs with you. You call your mother, and I'll have a cup of tea with your editor-in-chief Wu."

Qin Jiandan then said to Nestor, "This is close to the checkpoint of the isolation wall. I will go back to East City directly after I finish my business. Mu Yue's cold is not completely healed yet, you go back to the villa area to take care of her."

Nestor asked Qin Jiandan to say hello to Han Tiancheng and Rui Shuang in Dongcheng, and then drove away the old car.

The crystal processing factory made a clanging noise. The workers' lunch break used to be only 30 minutes. After Qin Jiandan dealt with the bad foreman, he let the injured worker Zhang Shanliang take over the position of foreman and sponsored him to contract several production lines.

Zhang Shanliang is now equivalent to the agent of Yelonghui in the processing plant. He is basically in charge of the affairs within the factory, but Qin Jiandan always feels that it is not enough and he should still take control of the entire factory.

It would be best if Zhang Shanliang could take the workers and equipment to work in the Border Town Special Zone, just like Old Zhao emptied the underground farm in the Zhao Mansion... However, the crystal mine is firmly in the hands of the Ding family, and even moving the factory away cannot be separated from Ding Jingshuang's assistance.

Going up to the magazine office on the second floor, several female clerks in charge of editing and proofreading did not find it strange that Ding Ling came back alone.

"Did the turtle get beaten again? Was there any damage to the interview equipment?"

"Young Master Qin is so honored to be here! What a pity that Editor-in-Chief Wu is not here!"

Ding Ling put away the video camera and the camera, and then hurriedly made a cup of green tea for Qin Jiandan. Qin Jiandan requisitioned the empty reception room and asked Ding Ling to sit opposite him and make a phone call.

"Hello? Mom, I'm Ding Ling. I'm sorry to bother you at this time. The young master asked me to talk to you about something..."

Qin Jiandan took a sip of tea and felt it was too hot, so he temporarily put it on the coffee table between the two sofas.

"Tell your mother that Yelong wants to buy this crystal processing factory in full."

"Well... the young master said he wanted to buy the processing plant downstairs from the magazine office and asked mom if she was willing to sell it..."

Ding Jingshuang's smiling voice came out from the microphone: "That won't work! This processing plant is my dowry for Ding Ling. If Ding Ling finds a man worthy of trust, the factory can be given to him for free. It will not be sold under other circumstances."

Ding Ling fearfully handed the microphone to Qin Jiandan on the other side.

"Mom...Mom said she wants to talk to you directly...Young Master, please don't be angry, please don't kill me! Don't make me into a rabbit skin sofa!"

(End of this chapter)