Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Krystal Jung is gone.

It left with the cold wind.

But Liu Zimu had no interest in caring anymore.

Task card?

This is clearly a random reward, a reward only, why are you giving me a task card?

Does this fit the premise of a wish-fulfillment novel?

I wonder which brilliant person designed this reward.

Jin Qiutian was still chattering on, her face full of curiosity: "Oppa, tell me, why did Jung Soo-jung come to see you? Does she have a crush on you? Oh no, if Sulli finds out, you're going to be kneeling on a washboard..."

"Little Autumn," Liu Zimu interrupted her.

"what?"

You've been talking way too much today.

Jin Qiutian pouted, feeling wronged, and slammed the rag on the table: "I was just concerned about your love life, Oppa! How come you, a Chinese person, have so much to do with female artists from SM Entertainment..."

"Shut up." Liu Zimu glared at her.

This little girl, if you don't discipline her for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!

Jin Qiutian snorted, turned around to wipe the cup, and puffed out his cheeks like a pufferfish.

Although she was cute, Liu Zimu didn't have time to argue with her.

He went into the back storage room, locked the door, and took out the mission card that had appeared out of nowhere in his pocket.

The material isn't paper or plastic, but it feels quite nice to the touch.

The front of the task card reads: [This task involves risk; please use with caution!]

The Chinese text was followed by a parenthetical Korean translation, which is almost too thoughtful.

And then that was it.

Just like the "I have read and agree to the user agreement" message when installing software, it contains absolutely no information.

Liu Zimu stared at this line of text for at least half a minute.

What the hell does "The task is risky, use with caution" mean?

Isn't that obvious? What mission doesn't have risks? Even making instant noodles can result in getting scalded by boiling water.

This system is being a bit of a scoundrel.

It's not as flexible as Taobao's AI customer service from my previous life; at least when someone was in a good mood, they would say, "Dear customer, we suggest you use it with caution."

He turned the object over and over in his hand, weighing it in his hand.

This is a classic Schrödinger quest card.

I'm itching to open it.

It's open now; the mission might involve jumping off the Han River Bridge.

Garlic bird! Garlic bird!

Curiosity can kill a cat, but it can also save it.

He then silently recited: Open the task card.

The task card has changed:

[Part-time assignment. Task details: Temporary assistant to Red Velvet's manager. Deadline: Seven days. Please report to SM Entertainment at 9:00 AM tomorrow. All onboarding procedures have been completed by the system; please arrive on time.]

[Reward for completing the mission: 50 million RMB.]

[Punishment for mission failure: Two items from your reward list will randomly disappear.]

Red Velvet?

A temporary agent's assistant? Isn't that just a personal assistant or a nanny?

Liu Zimu stared at the task card, his hands starting to tremble.

It wasn't out of fear, it was because of those 50 million RMB.

Fifty million, that's in RMB.

It's not South Korean won, not Japanese yen, and not Vietnamese dong.

It's red, the kind with Chairman Mao's portrait printed on it, the kind where each bill can be exchanged for rice and flour at the market.

He had calculated a small goal when he was working in his previous life: if he saved one yuan a year without eating or drinking, and started working from the time the dinosaurs went extinct, he should be able to save half of it by now. If interest was included, he could work until the earth exploded.

But now, less than a week after he arrived at the Peninsula, the system told him: "Go and be Red Baby's nanny for seven days, and I'll give you half of a small goal."

But behind this crispness lies a sword of Damocles.

The mission failed, and two items from the random reward list disappeared.

Since his transmigration, the system has given him a total of four things.

Sulli's memory awakening, 20% of Source Music's shares, master-level Sichuan cuisine cooking skills, and that golden autumn when Tian Tian Baby's robot vacuum cleaner came along.

Two out of four will disappear randomly.

He wouldn't feel bad at all about losing the robot vacuum cleaner, since there would be autumn to clean the house anyway.

If you've lost your cooking skills, you can just order takeout.

But once he lost his shares, he went from being a shareholder back to being the owner of the coffee shop, falling from the propertied class back to the petty bourgeoisie.

The most dangerous thing is Choi Sulli's memories.

She is no longer the Choi Sulli she once was. She has awakened her past life memories, knows the day she will die, and even knows that his bank card password is his mother's birthday.

What if this memory suddenly disappears?

Is he back to being the same depressed patient? Continuing to take medication, continuing to suffer from insomnia, continuing to smile foolishly in front of the camera, continuing to follow the predetermined timeline toward October 14, 2019?

Won't this ruin the little peach?

Garlic bird, garlic bird.

Besides, the task is just to be Red Baby's babysitter for seven days, so what's there to be upset about?

Those five pretty girls can't possibly eat themselves, can they?

What's more, he's the fourth generation of South Korean heartthrobs, and his face truly lives up to its reputation.

Personal assistant.

This word still evokes a lot of thoughts.

Provide personal care, accompany on trips, and take care of daily needs.

Negative-distance contact is not allowed, but close-range contact is feasible?

It's all day long.

In both past and present lives, countless people would probably be willing to pay extra to participate!

Thinking about it carefully, this task is not bad! Not bad!

He smiled without even realizing it.

But after laughing for three seconds, he started cursing himself.

Liu Zimu, you came to the Peninsula from China, went from being a corporate slave to a coffee shop owner, own shares in an entertainment company, and even have a Peninsula superstar girlfriend (although it was the superstar herself who claimed it). Aren't you satisfied?

Who else would you like to get closer to?

Bae Joo-hyun?

Do you want her to eat instant noodles in front of you? Remove her makeup and wash her face? Or walk around in her pajamas?

No, no, I can't think about it anymore!

If I keep thinking about it, I'll really get carried away.

He walked out of the storage room happily.

Jin Qiutian had already finished wiping the cups and was sitting behind the bar playing on her phone when she saw him come out. She asked, "Oppa, what were you doing in the storage room? The store is so busy, and you're still slacking off..."

"Xiao Qiutian, the coffee shop will be closed for the next week. You should go back to class and practice."

Jin Qiutian was taken aback: "Huh? Why?"

"Something's up."

"What is it?"

"Go work for SM Entertainment."

Jin Qiutian nearly dropped her phone: "Wait! What did you say?"

"The guests have arrived, so let's greet them properly." Liu Zimu didn't even look up as he turned and walked to the coffee machine to prepare the remaining beans for the day.

Jin Qiutian's mouth formed an "O" shape: "Oppa, if I didn't mishear, you said you're going to work at SM Entertainment? What about our coffee shop? What about my part-time job?"

"Little Autumn."

"exist!"

"If you ask one more question, I'll take you to SM Entertainment tomorrow to wash the trainees' smelly socks."

Jin Qiutian immediately covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

Liu Zimu started calculating in his mind again.

What does 50 million RMB mean?

The original owner opened this coffee shop, and business was decent. After deducting costs, labor, and rent, the net profit each month was around several million Korean won.

Converted to RMB, that's roughly ten to twenty thousand a month.

The annual profit is approximately 200,000.

If he were to earn 50 million RMB by running a coffee shop, it would take him 250 years.

250? That's really bad luck!

Although he also owns 20% of his fried food friends' company, the equity agreement states that he will continue to receive dividends and will not lose a single penny from them.

But nothing beats the thrill of a direct reward of 50 million.

Only after the guests left did Liu Zimu take out his phone.

Find the address for SM Entertainment.

Be on duty promptly at 9:00 AM tomorrow.

Jin Qiutian secretly watched him from behind the bar, without saying a word.

Seeing her boss's foolish smile, she covered her face and started imagining: Has he really gone mad? He's actually going to work for SM Entertainment just to chase after celebrities? Is he really a pervert?! Is he going to make a move on the beautiful female artists at SM Entertainment?

"Little Autumn," Liu Zimu said.

"Inside!"

"I think I need some quiet time right now."

"Who is Jingjing? Senior Jung Soo-jung?" Jin Qiutian was taken aback for a moment.

Then he jumped up: "Liu Zimu, I'm going to tell Senior Shirley on this!"