Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

No merchants have joined this category yet.

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A big question mark popped up in Lin An's little head.

Why? By what right? Is it broken?

He searched again, but still found nothing, leaving him completely bewildered.

Doraemon witnessed all of this and said with a speechless expression:

"As I've already said, with interstellar exploration technology in the future, we won't lack gold at all."

He said, "The trading market is based on supply and demand, and gold products were phased out by the times a long time ago."

Lin An's face twitched, a strange sense of shame welling up inside him, but he had to admit that what the blue fat man said made some sense.

The Future Store is a shopping platform designed for the 22nd century, so merchants will only stock items that people in the future would be willing to buy.

No wonder the RMB is only worth 1 point and can only be redeemed once.

This thing is the hard currency of this world, but in the future, it will probably only have the value of "historical research" or "data sample".

Whether out of reluctance or unease, Lin An then searched for "diamond," "platinum," and "jade."

Without exception, no merchants signed up.

Lin An was so angry that his face turned black, exclaiming that people from the future didn't know what they were talking about!

Just then, a gentle breeze blew from the left.

Lin An subconsciously turned his head and saw the old-fashioned electric fan, which had been damaged by the explosion and had a crack in its casing, buzzing and shaking its head at him.

The wind generated by the rotating fan blades wasn't strong, but it was enough to bring a touch of coolness on this sweltering afternoon.

"Fixed?" Lin An raised an eyebrow.

Doraemon squatted next to the fan, holding a screwdriver in his round hand, without even looking up:

"It was just a loose wire; the cracked casing doesn't affect its use."

As he spoke, he patted the fan's head, as if comforting an obedient pet.

Doraemon suddenly thought of something and asked:

"Can you help me find a job? I don't want to eat and stay here for free."

Do you have to be so slick? The way you're doing it makes my earlier attempt at being opportunistic seem so vulgar...

Lin An coughed and reminded him:

"I'm just a recent high school graduate, so I'm afraid I can't help you with this."

That's obviously a lie.

The time traveler's precociousness and boldness gave him a wide network of connections in the Dengshikou area.

To this day, he maintains close contact with six or seven junior high school classmates. Their families are not wealthy, but they are respectable enough to easily solve their employment problems.

But Lin An hadn't figured out how well the world accepted "Doraemon" yet, and was really worried about him going out so often.

Doraemon did not give up after hearing this.

"What about your parents? Are they willing to help me?"

This... Lin An found himself in an unprecedented predicament.

Whether it's helping Doraemon escape poverty or getting rid of him, there are perfectly valid reasons... No one really wants a stranger in their home for no reason... But letting the elderly couple come into contact with Doraemon is too dangerous; just a few family issues would be enough to expose the latter's true colors.

"There's no need to contact them. I'll have Lin Yi help you."

Lin An carefully considered his words and said, "She and I often go to the recycling station two kilometers away. There are suitable jobs for you there."

Doraemon didn't understand why there would be work at the recycling station, but he still nodded and agreed.

……

……

After hearing the whole story, Lin Yi's face showed a rare look of astonishment.

She never imagined that one day she would be the one introducing jobs to others.

"I don't mean to discourage you, but work and hobbies are two different things. Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Lin Yi looked at Doraemon and tentatively asked:

"The recycling center isn't a good environment; there's the smell, the noise, all sorts of insects, and possibly rats..."

Upon hearing the word "mouse," Doraemon, who had been full of confidence, froze instantly.

"Old...rat..."

His voice trembled, his round body visibly shook, and his blue skin seemed to turn a shade lighter.

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow and looked at Lin An.

"Why are you looking at me? I'd love for him to stay home..." Lin An muttered to himself, then offered a half-baked solution:

"How about renting a basement?"

Most of the basements of modern apartment buildings are now civil defense projects dug during the Cold War.

In the absence of widespread car ownership, these underground spaces were either used as staff dormitories or as cheap rental housing, and due to their rudimentary conditions, the prices were often very low.

"...That's possible, but is his technique up to par?"

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yi looked at Doraemon and reminded him:

"If it can't be fixed, they'll make you pay for it."

Doraemon immediately puffed out his chest:

"Repairing these appliances is a piece of cake for me!"

As a 22nd-century robot, he certainly has that much confidence.

Lin Yi didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to his room to get his key.

As she left, she turned to Lin An and said:

"I'm only responsible for leading the way. What conditions we can negotiate are up to his own abilities."

Lin An nodded and said, "Of course."

The sound of the security door closing echoed in the hallway for two seconds.

Lin An hopped to the window on one leg, lifted a corner of the curtain, and watched Lin Yi lead Doraemon out of the building.

Doraemon's round body swayed back and forth, his short legs moving incredibly fast, as if he were using all his strength to prove "I'm reliable".

Lin Yi walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, his pace neither too fast nor too slow, maintaining a distance of about one meter.

When passersby walk by, their eyes sweep over Doraemon for a fraction of a second at most, and then they look away as if they haven't seen anything at all.

Lin An lowered the curtains and let out a long breath.

We'll have to go through this eventually, I hope everything goes smoothly.

Once the two figures had completely disappeared from sight, Lin An prepared to return to his room to continue researching the [Future Store].

Passing by the sofa, I saw Lin Meng sprawled out on it, one leg on the armrest and the other dangling off the sofa, the small tin can she was holding was empty.

Lin An looked for two seconds, shook his head, limped into the bedroom, pulled a thin blanket from the bed, jumped back, and covered the third brother with it.

Lin Meng turned over, wrapped the thin blanket around herself, mumbled something indistinctly, and went back to sleep.

Seeing this, Lin An gave up on studying the cheat system and instead took out paper and pen, sitting on the sofa to plan his future actions.

[Short-term goals]

1. Earning Points (Currently 132)

2. Beijing Film Academy Literature Department Continuing Education Program (Registration period? Exam content?)

3. Doraemon's job placement

[Mid-term goals]

1. Entry Path in the Film and Television Industry (Tentative)

2. Unlock shopping privileges

[Long-term goals]

1. Time travel

……

Lin An stared at the words "points acquisition" for a few seconds, then drew a question mark on the paper with his pen.

He has almost figured out the mechanism of the future store.

"Story" and "art" are the theoretical answers.

However, there are quite a few variables involved, such as what story, whose story, and how to tell the story...

If all you need is a story, the movie DVDs from the bootleg store downstairs are a ready-made option. Hmm, you could also try the second brother's Sailor Moon manga.

The same applies to art; there are too many uncertainties. Theoretically, even a worm-eaten leaf can be considered a work of art if someone likes it.

Finding the pattern is destined to be a long process; it can't be rushed.

But before that...

Lin An pulled out a new sheet of paper, shook his pen to make sure the ink wasn't affected, and began to write furiously:

"The Death of Red Hare..."

"In the twenty-fourth year of Jian'an (221 AD), Guan Yu was defeated at Maicheng, captured, refused to surrender, and was killed by Sun Quan..."