He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

[Multiple female leads, no cuckolding. The male lead is timid at the beginning, but grows and enjoys himself as he progresses, gradually getting better until he takes off.]

Please feel free to read, but listen with caution.

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The autumn wind is like a knife.

A chill seeped into the very bones.

Yang Jiulang shrank his neck and turned his hoodie collar up to his ears.

He is 26 years old this year, an undergraduate from a prestigious university, and a structural designer at one of the four major architectural design institutes in S City.

He is an honest man and doesn't talk much.

His face was handsome, but years of staying up late had given him a deathly pale complexion, as if he had just been pulled out of a formaldehyde pool.

Ten days ago, the client gave an order, requiring the design institute to send someone to the construction site.

So, the leader's "kind" gaze once again fell upon this great victim.

It's called Dongguan, but it's no longer the Dongguan of the past.

The location is also remote, about 30 kilometers from the city center, with factories clustered together: electronics factories, toy factories, garment factories, mold factories...

Every evening at 6 PM and at 2 AM, hordes of factory workers pour out, like a flood.

Among them were young men and women with dyed yellow hair, tight pants, tattoos, and cigarettes in their mouths.

They flocked to roadside stalls, internet cafes, and ten-dollar stores, to every cheap nook and cranny of this suburb.

Yang Jiulang felt that he was not one of them.

He rented a one-bedroom apartment and rarely went out unless absolutely necessary.

I went out tonight because I ran out of cigarettes.

The shopkeeper, still quite attractive, is seen swaying her hips behind the cramped counter, following a video.

"One King of Lotus Seeds"

As Yang Jiulang spoke, he glanced at the bulge under the yoga pants.

"220".

The proprietress didn't even look up, just tossed out a pack of cigarettes.

Yang Jiulang scanned the QR code to pay, then left with a cigarette in his hand.

As he stepped out of the convenience store, a gust of night wind made him shiver. He opened a cigarette box, put one in his mouth, and reached into his pocket.

Oh no, I forgot my lighter.

They could only quicken their pace and head back.

Just as I turned the corner, a muffled, stuffy, smoky voice suddenly drifted from the side of the green belt:

"Hey sir, can I have a cigarette?"

Yang Jiulang paused and turned to look.

Two girls squatted under the yellowish streetlights, huddled together from the cold.

Only after taking two steps closer could I see clearly that he wasn't squatting, but straddling the suitcase, pressed tightly together.

One tall and one short, they're at most twenty years old.

The taller one had long, bright red hair, wore a tight black T-shirt that exposed her belly button, and a half-painted purple tattoo was faintly visible next to it. She wore denim shorts that looked like they'd been chewed by a dog, leaving her long legs bare and exposed.

The shorter one had striking blond hair, but pale skin. He was also wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt, but his chest was ridiculously large, disproportionately so to his height, making one wonder if he was hiding a weapon. He wore a butterfly-shaped mini-skirt, almost reaching his... well, you know, and his two white legs dangled on either side of his suitcase, rubbing back and forth.

Her facial features were unclear, the streetlights were too dim, and her makeup was too heavy.

Young and energetic girl!

Yang Jiulang immediately identified the species and instinctively frowned.

"Uncle, just finished getting a blister? My sister asked to borrow a cigarette from you, give me some response!" The short man spoke roughly, but his voice had a soft, gentle quality reminiscent of a woman from Jiangnan.

Yang Jiulang felt a surge of physical aversion.

They're low-class and unsophisticated, all talk and no action but no substance, brainless, lacking self-respect, and oblivious to their own shortcomings.

This is his stereotype of this type of creature.

He turned to leave.

"Uncle," the husky voice rang out again, clear and deep, "it's just a cigarette, a lifesaver in this world. I'll pay you back double when I've made it big."

Yang Jiulang stopped.

I looked back at the tall woman.

Her thin chin was slightly raised, and the streetlights cast two beams of light into her eyes. They were still lit and quite bright, and she still looked like she was full of hope for the future.

Yang Jiulang sighed.

He pulled out a whole pack of cigarettes from the ones he had just bought and handed it over.

The two girls froze simultaneously. The shorter one exclaimed in a sweet voice, "Damn, uncle, are you hard of hearing? My sister asked to borrow one."

Yang Jiulang said expressionlessly, "I bet your sister will make it big and pay me back double."

"Thanks, Uncle." The tall man didn't hesitate. He took the cigarette, tore it open, lit one, put it in his mouth, pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and squinted his eyes.

His movements were fluid and graceful; he's a seasoned smoker.

"Can I use your lighter?" Yang Jiulang reached out his hand.

The tall man didn't hand it to him; instead, he lit the lighter, stood up, and brought it to his mouth.

Wow, this girl is almost as tall as him. Yang Jiulang is 1.79 meters tall, and his back is a bit hunched from being a beast of burden for so long, so she must be at least 1.75 meters tall.

Yang Jiulang leaned over, lit a cigarette, and took a puff: "We're even."

He turned and left.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, like I'd been stung by a bee, followed by a bit of dizziness.

He shook his head instinctively.

at this time,

【Ding! 】

[Host has detected its first investment activity involving a female!]

[Congratulations, host! The Female Investment System has been successfully bound!]

A clear, playful, and sweet female voice exploded in his mind.

Yang Jiulang stood rooted to the spot.

The next second, a semi-transparent blue virtual panel appeared out of thin air in front of me.

[Host: Yang Jiulang]

[System: Women's Investment System]

[Feature: Investment rebates, rewards for reaching certain milestones]

Yang Jiulang subconsciously reached out to touch it.

The finger went straight through.

Only he can see it.

"This...this...this...this...this...this...this...this—"

He lowered his voice, his heart pounding.

As a seasoned bookworm who often stays up all night reading online novels, he knows this stuff all too well.

Goldfinger!

system!

Is it finally my turn?

That playful voice rang out again:

Yes, it's your turn. Listen carefully...

This system is designed for female investors.

【功能一：投资返利。对女性给予任何形式投资，系统将根据对方产生的好感值，返还10～1000倍现金奖励！（好感值说明：0-30：普通路人；31-60：一般朋友；61-80：偷偷喜欢你；81-100：强烈爱慕；100+：至死不渝）】

[Function 2: Special rewards will be awarded when the favorability value reaches the key milestones of 60, 80, and 100.]

[Supplementary Note 1: The current daily investment limit is 1000 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang's breathing quickened instantly.

Ten times? One hundred times? One thousand times the return?

Investing in women can bring you returns?

For the first time in his life, he felt that God might not be completely blind after all.

How could a designer who crawled out of the bloodbath of the college entrance examination in a province with a high concentration of college entrance examination candidates, and was repeatedly trampled and rubbed under the feet of ugly and evil leaders in society, actually have a day when he could defy the heavens and change his fate?

Overjoyed almost overwhelmed his reason. He pinched his thigh hard to steady himself, then turned his gaze back to the two spirited young women.

The panel refreshed automatically the next moment.

Lee Hyori, Favorability Rating: 10

Hou Qinqin, Favorability Rating: 0

【Ding! 】

[The host invested a pack of Furongwang cigarettes in Lee Hyori, worth 22 yuan, and she was extremely grateful!]

[Trigger 10x bonus!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a rebate of 220 yuan!]

Almost at the same second.

The phone chimed.

I took it out and looked at it.

[Bank XX: A deposit of 220.00 yuan has been received into your bank card ending in 8866. Current balance: 88220.00 yuan.]

Yang Jiulang: "!!!"

The money has arrived?

Is it not a hallucination?

He suddenly looked up and took a closer look at the two spirited young women squatting under the streetlight.

Just a moment ago I thought it was a species that was both tacky and low-class, and repulsive.

At that moment, his eyes were instantly coated with a golden light.

What kind of energetic young woman is this?

These are clearly two living, warm, breathing animals—

Little lucky cat!