After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

"What are you doing?! Look at him, sis, he's so stingy!"

"Go to hell! And you're telling me you smoke?"

"Yes! Bro, give me one!"

Qin Zhifeng flicked Qin Zhixin on the forehead in annoyance.

Qin Zhixin was dissatisfied and glanced at Liu Tingjin from her seat.

When Liu Yujin saw that damned girl Qin Zhixin squinting her eyes, he just felt that she was harboring some bad intentions, but he felt that way, so he still had to not lose face in what he said.

"Qin Zhixin, what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?"

"Oh, my stomach hurts. Fatty Liu, are you judging others by your own standards? I heard that it's not good for that. It's especially easy to get diarrhea when the weather gets cold."

Qin Zhixin sniffed her nose. She always felt that there was still some smell on this fat guy. She couldn't help but feel a little disgusted. She also smiled with her face but not her eyes, and replied in a neither-good-nor-bad tone.

"Come on, you'll just attack from three directions!"

"If you don't believe me, ask my brother. He's a medical student."

Qin Zhixin held her head high, as if she was confident in her own fabricated judgment.

"Forget it, I won't ask. I won't fall for such a question. By the way, did you know that the principal of my No. 1 Middle School is going to your school?"

"When did it happen? Who is your principal?"

A puzzled expression appeared on Qin Zhixin's pretty face.

"What do you mean by 'our principal'? He'll soon be your principal. His name is Kong Yucheng. Have you heard of him?"

"No."

"What's the name of your Nanshi High School principal?"

"I don't know. No, Fatty Liu, are you free? Who cares who the principal is? It doesn't matter who is in charge, it has no control over me."

Qin Zhixin curled her lips.

"Okay, so it's your school's principal who doesn't care about things. Look at Lishui Middle School's principal, Wang Haisheng. He's too involved, but now he's disgusted by the students in his school."

"What? Isn't Lishui Middle School extremely strict?"

"Yes, it's said that Wang Haisheng went to Hengshui and not only focused on grades, but also discipline. Damn, do you know what happened in their senior year last year?"

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

"One of their senior class teachers put on a student uniform after school and hid among the students to catch premature lovers. He would catch any man and woman walking together."

“So abstract?”

"Of course not! You know what's even more abstract? The unlucky guy got beaten up pretty badly, and ended up in the hospital. And because the road home from school was crowded and dark, he didn't even know who beat him up."

"Great! Great fight! This is really exciting. Just listening to it makes me want to join in."

"You're just someone who wants nothing more than chaos! By the way, during the Qingming Festival holiday in the first half of the year, the seniors in Lishui High School didn't get a day off, so they were forced to make up for it. Then, someone tied some paper money for the dead to a brick and threw it into the principal's office. Not only did it break the glass, it also smashed everyone's computer."

"Fuck, I think I've heard of it, but I was about to take the high school entrance exam."

"Yes, it was quite a big deal. Wang Haisheng even called the police. He was a good principal, but his life became a joke. He was from Heze, Shandong Province. His name entry on Baidu Encyclopedia was changed. If you search now, you can see that Wang Haisheng has been changed to a special black pig breed in Heze, Shandong Province."

Qin Zhixin couldn't stop laughing after hearing this.

"Who is this, so talented? This is too insulting."

"Who knows? It's probably one of my seniors from high school back then, who must have graduated by now. Even if Wang Haisheng wanted to cause trouble, he'd be fine. The police can't control anything online."

Qin Zhixin just felt happy listening to it. This kind of "liberal"-sounding narrative had an inexplicable appeal to a child of Qin Zhixin's age.

"Hey, Fatty, you said your principal will come to my place next month. Is he just like that Heze black pig, meddling in other people's affairs?"

"What Heze Black Pig? His name is Wang Haisheng, you fucking bastard. Kong Yucheng is good at motivating people, but he doesn't have much skill. He relies entirely on connections. He often gives messed-up motivational speeches. It's fine if he just gives them himself, but he also calls in some outside gurus."

"That's because your No. 1 Middle School is rich. Nanshi High School doesn't have that."

Liu Tingjin waved his hand.

"You're just talking nonsense. Those things don't cost much at all. They're just overpriced, but the actual payout is just that little. They're just like traffic stars. Look at how much their pay is, but compared to what they advertise, what they actually make isn't much at all. Besides, you guys at Nanshi High School have money too. Do you think the government doesn't subsidize you? You spend all your money on various knowledge competitions. Last year, for the Nanshi High School physics competition, the team, including the teachers, totaling 17 people, went to Hangzhou. It cost a fortune in half a month."

Qin Zhixin sniffed, feeling that the fat guy was joking, as if mocking her, considering she'd only come in last on the entrance exam. But then she realized she and he weren't from the same school, so the fat guy definitely had no idea how much she'd scored.

"Humph, that has nothing to do with me."

The boat arrived at the dock on the lake island, and the four of us disembarked one after another. About a hundred meters from the simple dock was the newly renovated farmhouse. This farmhouse itself was also a "chuanchuan" restaurant. The owner had built a fishing net near the water, and he would raise the fish he caught.

Chapter 45: Making Trouble

September 18, 2013, Shenzhen City, Guangdong Province.

Han Heng's rental house has no chairs or tables. Furniture that requires space is too expensive for Shenzhen City. The price is not expensive, but the space required to place it is too expensive.

The rental he found had no windows, so there was no light at all. There was a faint musty smell year-round, but Han Heng had long since gotten used to it. The room was only five square meters, and after putting down a single bed and a cabinet, there was almost no space left. There was no private bathroom, either; it was outside and shared by six rooms. Even urinating in the morning meant queuing.

But Han Heng was very satisfied with the place because the room was very cheap, only 500 yuan a month, not counting water and electricity. 500 yuan a month would have rented a decent two-bedroom apartment in his hometown of Guangxi, but this was Shenzhen. For the same job, his monthly salary in Laibin, Guangxi, was a mere 2,000 yuan at best, while in Shenzhen he could earn over 7,000 yuan.

This wasn't a sky-high salary; Shenzhen City was full of higher salaries, but Han Heng was content because he knew his abilities were limited to this level. Even if he couldn't get promoted, he wouldn't fall too far either.

Living in Shenzhen is not easy. Everything is expensive and requires money. When he was in college, McDonald's was just a place where he could have a bite to eat occasionally. But in Shenzhen, McDonald's has become a poor man's restaurant. A McDonald's set meal can fill your stomach for just over ten yuan, while a proper "fly-in-the-sky" restaurant might charge twenty yuan for a meal, and you might not even be full.

Han Heng knew there was a "wall-mounted" noodle shop about three or four kilometers away where he could get a large bowl of noodles for three yuan, topped with a spoonful of minced duck. But Han Heng only knew the shop existed; he wouldn't eat there. This noodle shop three kilometers away was like that fried chicken place in America—he'd heard of it but never experienced it once.

They all seem to be legends from another dimension.

Han Heng didn't care. He ate in the cafeteria anyway. Although the food in the hospital staff cafeteria tasted terrible, it was free.

As a bachelor, he had a shelter from the rain and a cheap place to eat, and that was enough for him. Some time ago, he read a post online about a large group of guys in Shenzhen's Sanhe District who only worked daily jobs, spending one day playing in an internet cafe for three days, and when they were tired and had no money, they just found a place to lie down.

Anyway, people won’t be frozen to death in Shenzhen, and the city’s agglomeration effect is enough for these people to find jobs that allow them to go to Internet cafes.

Han Heng is very good at slacking off. As a relatively rare male nurse, he should learn to slack off when it's time to do so. But the profession of nurse itself is clear: no matter how good you are at slacking off, you still have to work hard, and after that, you won't get much money.

At least Han Heng hasn't gotten to the point of living in a place like Sanhe God.

Han Heng felt lost. His life felt like it was constantly shrouded in fog. He could vaguely see something, but when he tried to grasp it, there was nothing in his hands. He knew this was emptiness, and he didn't know where to go. There seemed to be many roads before him, but none of them seemed to have a clear end.

He could even imagine what his job would be like when he was forty, or fifty.

Han Heng also thought about when to get married and have his own children after marriage, but his girlfriend, who had just graduated from college, disliked his lack of money and plain looks, and felt that his life had no direction, so they broke up casually.

Let’s break up if we want to. The road ahead is wide open, so let’s go our separate ways.

Han Heng didn't care about his past. The past could not be changed. Since it had happened, it didn't matter. It was all insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Now Han Heng can't even remember what his ex-girlfriend looks like.

It was almost dawn, but Han Heng hadn't slept yet. He sat cross-legged on the bed with his upper body naked, making a phone call. He didn't wash the dirty clothes he took off, but just hung them on the head of the bed. The dirty clothes smelled strongly of sweat.

The person he was chatting with was his friend at the hospital, a nurse from another department. But she wasn't his girlfriend; she was just treating him like an emotional dumpster. Although Han Heng loved gossip, especially about the people around him, and didn't mind being disturbed during his sleep, this person usually treated him like a background figure when she had nothing to do. Now, when she needed help from him, she called him at any hour, acting quite arrogantly.

Even if Han Heng had a good temper, he was about to go to bed and was suddenly woken up by a phone call and kept annoyed for more than half an hour. The person on the other end was crying and talking incoherently, and Han Heng could no longer hold back his anger.

"No, sister, how old are you? I remember you're only two years younger than Li Baoshu, right? Are you sad now? You just can't find a better partner, and you want me to speak well of you, to help you make peace? No, what's the relationship between you and me?"

Han Heng was picking his feet while talking. His words were like popping beans, which made the other party stop talking for a moment. The other party forgot to cry, and started crying again after a few seconds.

"Han Heng, please, can you help me? I swear, I will never again..."

"Tell me first, what is the relationship between you and me?"

There was a stutter on the other side, and Han Heng sighed.

"I have nothing to do with you. You added me on WeChat because you wanted to be able to communicate with Li Baoshu at any time. You block him all the time, test him with all sorts of things, and block him if he fails the test. Then you ask me to contact Brother Baoshu. Do you think I'm part of your game?"

"No, Han Heng, listen to me, it's not what you think!"

"I don't need to listen to you. Most of what you say is lies. Don't get too carried away. Brother Shu is definitely tired of you. Even if he hasn't, I've seen enough."

Han Heng picked up a large piece of mud from his feet, sniffed it, and clapped his hands.

"Last time he asked you out for dinner, you refused no matter what. Now that he's in surgery, you're still asking him out again, asking him to stay with you. What the hell are you? You're such a jerk! You're a nurse, don't you know what it's like when a doctor is busy?"

"No, I just think it's too cheap for me to go out just because he asks me out. If I go out as soon as he asks me out, wouldn't that be too much of a stretch? Shouldn't he have known to ask me out in advance?"

"Who the hell are you? Are you worthless? How much lower can you get? I give in. The last time you blocked him and asked me to pass on a message was last week. What's the reason this time?"

"I had a stomachache during my period, but he didn't come to accompany me and told me to take painkillers."

The female voice coming from the phone sounded somewhat resentful, and Han Heng felt so disgusted that his scalp went numb.

"Fuck, whose daughter are you? You've never had your period? You could tolerate it before, but you can't tolerate it now that you have a boyfriend? You're just a stinky outsider who came to Shenzhen City to make a living. Li Baoshu has a house and a household registration in Shenzhen City, so who are you? If you don't marry him, how can you stay with him in a few years? Is your brain completely muddled?"

"Are you from here? Do you have a household registration? Can you stay here? What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

The other party got anxious and asked four questions in a row, like cursing on the street.

"I can't. Anyway, I'll save enough money to go back to my hometown. With the work experience here, I can go back and live a leisurely life. I don't rely on getting married to earn this little money."

Han Heng grinned. He didn't particularly like the person on the other end of the line; his dislike was written all over his face. The person on the other end's brain wasn't capable of multi-threaded processing, so some of her thoughts were incredibly baffling to Han Heng. She'd already wooed Li Baoshu, a local hukou holder, and yet he didn't despise her for being a fool. Yet, she acted like a bitch all day, making the man guess at everything, her feelings, her likes and dislikes. If he guessed right, there was no reward, and if he guessed wrong, she'd sulk.

This woman just kept on talking a lot, and to Han Heng it sounded like she was just looking for trouble. After listening to her, he even thought that Li Baoshu had too good a temper to be able to tolerate her for so long.

This idiot is also a genius. She was unreasonable when the man was willing to reason with her. Now that Li Baoshu is unwilling to reason with her, she is anxious again. Finally, she forced her beloved man to become heartless. She played a good hand of cards to pieces.

"What do you mean? Are you insulting me? What do you mean by making money from marriage?"

"Okay, it's not like I don't know what you're thinking. You can't find anyone else with a Shenzhen hukou, right? Even if you did, you'd still find a bunch of faults. You want me to say something good for you, but even if I gave you the chance, you wouldn't be able to use it. Look at you, always beating around the bush and making Brother Baoshu guess. Does he guess what you're thinking?"

"Boyfriends should give in to their girlfriends!"

"You idiot! Who can guess what you're thinking? What kind of nonsense are you reading? You've read too much inspirational literature and it's completely brainwashed. Your thoughts and actions are completely illogical. Why do you think a little nurse like me can convince him?"

Han Heng smiled, feeling refreshed after cursing. He hung up and blocked the other party after he finished his attack. Now that he was no longer sleepy, he simply opened the Penguin account to check the group chat messages.

"Muzigou" posted two pictures. He met two very beautiful girls in a small restaurant today. He took two pictures secretly and posted them to the "Chushengzhijia" group.

Han Heng saw the photos. Even though they were taken at a deadly angle, the two women's beauty was not diminished at all. They were indeed very beautiful. Han Heng had never seen such beautiful girls since he was a child, even on TV or computer. Especially the one with the big breasts. Although it was only a side profile, the way she gnawed on the duck leg looked like an idiot, but this made her look even more charming and innocent.

Han Heng reacted just by looking at the secretly taken photos.

A group of animals in the group were trying to get Muzigou to chat up with them, but Muzigou was stubborn and refused to go no matter how they tried to persuade him.

Someone in the group also exposed these two beautiful girls. The one with big breasts is from Nanling Experimental High School, and the one with a quiet smile is from Nanling No. 1 Middle School. These two girls have many posts in the corresponding school forums. The guy even found out that they might be sisters.

The guy who exposed Qin Zhixin and Tang Manwen posted all the photos he found in the group chat of "Chusheng Home". Han Heng clicked on them one by one to download them.

"Hunyuan Dachu" probably had something to do today, he was very quiet and didn't say a word. Normally, when "he" saw the photos of pretty girls in the group, he would definitely say a few sweet words.

Chapter 46 Absent-minded

Fang Shicheng was absent-minded the entire day. Tomorrow was Mid-Autumn Festival, and he hadn't reported anything. He planned to just go in and get his face scanned before slipping out of the lab. Before leaving, he didn't bother going back inside, so he just squatted in the storage room next to the stairwell. It was filled with old lab equipment, some still working, but even more broken, yet unrepaired, piled up like a graveyard dedicated to lab instruments.

Fang Shicheng likes to lean against an old-fashioned thermal synthesis tube furnace. The shell has a curve, and leaning back against it as far as he can, his hunched back is momentarily straightened, which is quite comfortable. The machine is over two meters tall and takes up a lot of space. His lab director puts it in a corner. Fang Shicheng likes it very much, but because it's all mechanical and button-operated, it's relatively cumbersome, so not many people use it.

The most important thing is that this room, this corner is secluded enough for him to slack off.

This tubular furnace is an antique in the laboratory. It was imported from the Soviet Union before the collapse of the Soviet Union. It is definitely a Cold War inventory. It is definitely more than 30 years old now, but it is still usable.

Whether it was some mysterious reason or something else, Fang Shicheng always felt that this machine had a higher success rate than the lab's latest Austrian machine. So, despite its cumbersome operation, which even "newbies" disliked, he preferred using this machine. Even though it was long past its prime, even though it had been sitting there gathering dust for countless years.

He gave himself three days off. Tomorrow he would go back to his hometown first, and then fly to Shenzhen City in southern Guangdong Province to find Wang Tianzhuo.

Wang Tianzhuo even reimbursed him for the airfare.

Although Fang Shicheng still had a lot of synthesis and analysis to do, he had already found a single junior colleague to help him keep an eye on the progress of the experiments. Anyway, the junior colleague had nothing to do and would be waiting for the rest of the time after finishing the mass spectrometry, so he might as well take a look at it while he was there.

　Fang Shicheng was hiding here. He was not operating the experiment because he simply didn't have the heart to do it. He stood there restlessly and couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to take a look at it after a while.

When he was first recommended by Hunyuan Dachu to do the Holy Grail business, he felt nothing at all.

He estimated that it was just another 1,800 yuan of extra money. The jobs recommended by Hunyuan Dachu were almost all priced around this price. He didn't expect a frustrated middle-aged loser to give him a golden rice bowl.

After all, this sounds like an extremely unreliable and unreasonable business.

But Fang Shicheng wasn't picky. With a few extra income streams, he was already outperforming most of his fellow materials science students. He'd only been working for a little over a week, and he'd already earned nearly 10,000 yuan. His previous savings were only a little over 30,000 yuan, and that was even with his extremely frugal lifestyle.

Less than ten thousand yuan, if it were all converted into hundred-yuan bills, it would be a thick stack, not to mention that Wang Tianzhuo was paying for the trip to Shenzhen City this time.

The last time he received a payment from Wang Tianzhuo, he initially thought it was a joke, but after repeated confirmation, he realized it was real. Fang Shicheng immediately called Wang Tianzhuo. He thought Wang Tianzhuo had made a mistake and accidentally moved the decimal point one place back.

But damn, this is actually true!

In just over a week, he actually earned nearly ten thousand yuan. That would be around thirty thousand yuan a month, right?

Money is the courage of a hero. Without money, you can't move forward. What's the point of having a high degree? China graduates tens of thousands of PhDs every year. Does that mean there are tens of thousands of people who are superior to others? Aren't they still cattle and horses?

He still remembers a story his old professor of analytical chemistry told him during his undergraduate years. It was the 1980s, the golden age many imagine. The old man had just joined the research institute, still young and well-off, and while his salary wasn't high, he lived a comfortable life. One day, while buying tea eggs at the institute's entrance, he chatted with the vendor, who told him how much he could earn selling them in a month.

The old man estimated that it was about five months' salary.