Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

[You were sent to the hospital, and after a series of examinations, you found out that you were beyond saving]

[It turns out that it was because you were greedy for cheapness, and the cheap canteen you found was also greedy for cheapness. The canteen owner has been using Fukushima rat meat as a substitute for good quality. During the time when you contracted the school canteen, your taste buds had long been irradiated and tasted like Fukushima rat meat. You couldn't taste the difference at all, and even said it was delicious, eating two extra bowls of meat every day.]

[In the hospital, you were declared ineffective and died on the spot]

[This simulation ends]

"...?"

With this ending, An Zeliang didn't know where to start complaining.

There are so many points to complain about.

However, doesn’t this tell us that unscrupulous businessmen will eventually die at the hands of unscrupulous businessmen?

Feeling emotional.

The simulated settlement is also out.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 137 135: Madam’s attention, information about female stars!

[This simulation is over, and the simulation reward has been withdrawn for you:]

【Management Experience (Advanced)】

【Comprehensive evaluation of this simulation: D-】

[Achievements: Controller of the cafeteria, nightmare of Fukushima rats]

[Comment: You know very well that the essence of making money is to abandon conscience. As long as your bottom line is low enough, you can make a lot of money. If you were placed in medieval Europe, maybe you would survive.]

[Reward: 120 points]

As the rewards were distributed, various management experiences were instilled into An Zeliang's mind.

The so-called management experience means that you can maximize the benefits of all resources, and then establish a hierarchical management system by yourself, exploit layer by layer, and sit firmly in a high position.

This is not only applicable to companies, but also to all walks of life... It is no exaggeration to say that the emperors in ancient times could use it. As long as it is an industry that manages people, management experience will be used.

"Isn't this the method used by capitalists?" An Zeliang murmured.

After thinking about it, this experience is indeed useful. After all, An Zeliang has always been preparing to start a business. To start a business, management experience is naturally very important.

It doesn't mean that you have to exploit employees, but you must have the means to manage them. Although An Zeliang feels that he is not incapable of managing employees based on his social experience, it is naturally better to have ready-made management experience.

Of course, he would not exploit others like all dishonest businessmen, but he would just control them appropriately to achieve the goal of not losing money himself.

After thinking for a while, An Zeliang turned over and prepared to go to sleep, but at this time, he felt a little hungry.

I had dinner today at Tamamo-kun's house. Although the light porridge and side dishes are good for the stomach, they don't fill me up, so it's normal to feel hungry now.

It was not comfortable to fall asleep hungry, so An Zeliang got up decisively and went to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, took out the vegetables and meat he had bought earlier, and prepared to cook.

With his experience in intermediate reconnaissance skills, he was very sure that the things he bought were all fresh, but thinking back to the appearance of the Fukushima rat meat in the simulation... An Zeliang silently put the meat back. It was not because he was worried about the quality of the meat he bought, but because he suddenly felt a little bit of no appetite.

After all, the memories in the simulation are too real.

Big pots of rats, it makes me feel a little nauseous just thinking about it.

I shook my head, dispelled the memories, and started cooking.

Start a fire and boil water.

An Zeliang made himself a bowl of vegetable noodles. After eating it to fill his stomach, he rinsed the dishes and was about to go back to sleep when his eyes habitually swept across the kitchen window.

"Ok?"

Not only were the lights on in my wife's house, but there were also several black cars with no visible license plates parked in front of the door. Occasionally, a call would be heard from inside the house, and someone would bend down and get out of the car, then walk into the room with a respectful look on their face.

"That guy with glasses and side-parted hair seemed to be an important member of the club... I remember that he and his 200-pound wife had a lot of fun, and once they were almost beaten to the point of losing their fertility by a whip... And that fat guy is also one of the backbones of the club, but he's a gay and has three young men as his mistresses... These backbones of the club appearing here late at night must be something special."

After observing the situation at his wife's house for a while, An Zeliang roughly guessed that it was his wife who was peeping at the arrangements made by the second-in-command.

These things had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to get into trouble, so he just ignored them.

After closing the window, An Zeliang turned back to his bedroom to sleep.

After so many simulations, he had great confidence in his wife's ability to handle these things.

Even if the second-in-command has a certain amount of strength, he doesn't dare to go to war with his wife head-on. What's more, now that the second-in-command's handle has fallen into his wife's hands, he has no reason to go to war.

After all, we live in a society ruled by law now. It’s not like before when people would just kill someone if they were unhappy with them.

Therefore, An Zeliang was not worried that anything would happen to his wife.

Of course, the wife's bodyguards are also very powerful. Their strength is no less than that of ordinary soldiers. Even if she really encounters any danger, the wife will be safe.

Just like that, An Zeliang fell into a baby-like sleep without any pressure.

The light of the lady next door was still on.

In the living room, the lady was wearing a simple white gauze dress. Her dignified and beautiful face had a hint of mature laziness, and her black hair was casually tied up with a wooden comb.

To anyone who looked at her, she was a gentle and kind wife.

But most of the club members present were bent over, with their heads down, not daring to say a word.

Only the wife was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, calmly.

It exudes a deep sense of oppression.

In front of her stood the playful man with glasses and a middle-parted hair. His legs were trembling slightly, and the little finger of his right hand was wrapped in thick gauze, which was oozing with bright red blood.

The wife looked at him quietly, her soft lips slightly parted, and her voice was gentle.

"Don't play that on me, Yamada."

"It was your fault that his people were able to find the surroundings this time. And you are no longer a child. If you make a mistake, you should learn to make amends instead of using all possible means to apologize."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Yamada, the man with the middle-parted glasses, shuddered all over and quickly responded in a very loud voice.

"Hey! Got it!"

The lady raised her white fingers, placed them on her lips, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Shh, keep your voice down, Xiaokui is resting."

Afterwards, her tone was still gentle, but it also revealed a murderous and decisive coldness.

"Go back, deal with it cleanly, and don't let it happen again."

"... "

Everyone in the living room bowed silently to the lady, and then walked out one by one and left in the car.

It's as if nothing had happened.

The wife stood up, walked slowly upstairs, and was about to return to her bedroom.

The bedroom door next to her suddenly opened, and Nakano Aoi stood at the door in her pajamas with her long hair loose. She looked towards the living room on the first floor, and when she saw that there were no members of the club in the living room, the repulsive expression on her face gradually faded.

"Xiao Kui, are you still awake? You have classes tomorrow." The wife smiled gently.

"I'm not too sleepy yet...I'll go to sleep soon."

"Oh, then can you chat with your sister-in-law for a while?" asked the wife.

Nakano Aoi nodded and made way for him, "Sister-in-law, come in and sit down."

"Well, Xiaokui, I want to know something about classmate Anze..."

The wife walked into the bedroom, sat on the bed with Nakano Aoi, and got straight to the point.

"Anze-san?"

Nakano Aoi showed a puzzled expression. Seeing her wife nod, she recalled for a moment and spoke slowly.

"An Ze is a good person who likes to help others... Moreover, An Ze is a very humble person. Even though he has won the first place in the math competition, he doesn't act like an excellent student. He will patiently answer any questions I ask."

"Good guy?"

"Well... he's also very nice. Once, when there were police chasing criminals on the roadside, Anze rushed over to help without hesitation."

The wife showed an interested expression and there was a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"criminal?"

When this was mentioned, Aoi Nakano recalled the situation at that time and showed a very worried expression.

"The criminal got a gun from somewhere, and after Anze helped the police officer arrest him, he struggled hard and tried to take a passing student hostage."

"It was Anze who snatched his gun away in time, and then..."

When talking about this scene, an inexplicable look of excitement emerged on Nakano Aoi's little face, and she stretched out her little hand and made a pistol gesture.

"With just a few shots, Anze shot through the criminal's calf. His shooting skills are extremely accurate!!"

"Isn't An Ze a high school student? How could he use a gun? Could it be luck?" The wife expressed reasonable doubts, as if she really knew nothing.

"It's not luck." Nakano Aoi shook her head and said, recalling, "Anze said that he once learned shooting in Hawaii, so he knows how to use a gun."

"So that's how it is." The wife thought thoughtfully.

Nakano Aoi smiled and nodded, then seemed to remember something and added.

"Oh, right. This afternoon, one of our classmates fell ill and fainted at home. It was An Ze who was like Superman. He kicked the door down and rescued the classmate."

"Anze-san is really amazing."

"Sister-in-law, if you ask me to evaluate An Ze, I can only say that he is an excellent boy with a very kind heart."

"Well, I roughly understand. It seems that An Ze is indeed an excellent ordinary student." The wife smiled and stood up to leave.

"Okay, Xiaokui, it's time for you to go to bed. Sister-in-law also needs to rest, so I won't disturb you."

Nakano Aoi nodded obediently: "Yes! Good night, sister-in-law."

"Good night, Xiaokui."

Gently touching Nakano Aoi's head, the lady walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door.

As she walked back to her bedroom, the lady's gentle expression turned into a thoughtful one.

An ordinary student?

He is no ordinary student.

The wife had already heard from those thugs how An Zeliang knocked them down.

Facing a group of vicious thugs, he remained calm, even blackmailed and teased them, and then drugged them... An excellent student could not do so many things calmly.

And now, she was even more curious about An Zeliang's background.

He learned firearms in Hawaii, and could accurately shoot through the enemy's calf with a pistol in an emergency. He was strong enough to kick a wooden door, but he never easily got into a conflict with others. Even when facing the second-in-command, he only used drugs to outwit them...

How could a simple good student have so many special qualities?

The wife's eyes moved, and after a few seconds, she took out her cell phone and sent a message.

"Investigate the background of this student named An Zeliang, especially the several gun practice ranges in Hawaii. Focus on the investigation... Also, check his daily life trajectory."

After arranging everything, the wife slowly walked to the French window and raised her head.

From her point of view, she could just see the kitchen window of An Zeliang's house.

At this time, it was dark there.

At this time, An Zeliang should have fallen asleep long ago.

Some recent events also flashed through the wife's mind. Her intuition and evidence told her that this outstanding student was definitely not simple.

Thinking of this, she picked up her phone and sent another message.

"Don't get close to him easily. His strength is very mysterious and you can't grasp it."

"... "

This should have been a peaceful night.

But in the middle of the night, An Zeliang woke up inexplicably, not knowing whether it was because he ate too much before going to bed.

He had the skill of sleeping like a baby, so even though he didn't sleep much, his body still got enough rest.