Chapter 292

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Main Character:

Shen Yao

"Ding-ling-ling——Ding-ling-ling——"

The alarm rang, and Shen Yao got up, turning off the alarm with practiced ease.

Hu

She hurriedly smoothed her messy hair, put on her slippers, and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

After finishing this round of tasks, Shen Yao finally had the mind to go to the kitchen to eat while pondering her current situation.

One can only say there is no 'most miserable,' only 'more miserable'!

The mission in her previous life was an emergency; when Shen Yao went over, she was in a daze, and the System even had to split half its permissions to give to her.

Now, arriving at a new mission world, let alone splitting half its permissions, the System can only go 'aba-aba-aba' when it speaks, and not a shred of useful information can be pried out of it.

It was also stifling in her heart; Shen Yao hadn't expected herself to get worse and worse, while other mission-takers all got more and more relaxed.

Pa——

The chopsticks in her hand were placed flat on the table, and Shen Yao picked her nose and glared at the empty air, "Things are like this and you still want me to complete the mission; do you think I don't know what the situation here is?"

The System in her mind was like a short circuit; ask it anything and the answer is 'mission,' ask again and it's still 'mission.'

As for anything else, sorry, she can only rely on Shen Yao herself to investigate.

Fortunately, Shen Yao has life experience; even though she lived well before, her mindset is peaceful, and she calms down very easily, not worrying about the disparity.

Otherwise, with this current wretched start, only dying once could change it.

After washing the used bowls and chopsticks clean and putting them away, Shen Yao returned to her room, lay on the bed, and closed her eyes to rest.

This mission world, based on the original body's memories and observation of outside things, is still a modern world; technological development is about the same as the previous world.

The body Shen Yao occupies has the same name; only the family background counts as tragic.

Orphaned from a young age, she lived with her grandfather and grandmother; by the time she reached middle school, her grandparents fell ill and passed away one after another, taking the family's meager savings with them.

Shen Yao was able to grow up smoothly thanks to the neighbors' help; now eighteen, Shen Yao racked her brains and finally got into an ordinary university in another province; in one more month, she would have to set off for school.

Due to family reasons, the original body had no money for school; the reason Shen Yao transmigrated over was also because this body suffered too much, the person died, and she picked up a bargain that wasn't exactly cheap.

Shen Yao still remembers that feeling of desperate suffocation when she first woke up; if not for the life-saving medicine in her space, she fears she wouldn't have had the ability to pull through.

"One week, rested for a week, should go out and take a look," if she stays cooped up any longer, the surrounding neighbors will come knocking to check on her.

Shen Yao pinched her own slender wrist; this body has many minor ailments, and she only managed to temporarily alleviate them with a week's time.

Including the scars on her body and the acne scars on her face, she didn't dare use fast-acting pills; she can only wait until she leaves this familiar environment before remodeling this body.

The weather is hot; the outside temperature reached 35°C early on, sometimes even breaking through the 40°C barrier.

Shen Yao wore flat sandals, denim shorts paired with a simple white T-shirt, her hair tied in a high ponytail hanging behind her head, holding a sun umbrella in her hand.

Coming down from the third floor, walking to the neighborhood gate, a mere five-minute walk, a layer of fine sweat beads had already formed on her body.

Shen Yao cursed inwardly, but her steps didn't stop; she took out her new phone (bought after transmigrating), first hailed a taxi, then had the driver take her to the market jewelry store not far away.

Ai

The System is unreliable; without Spiritual Energy she cannot borrow the treasures in the Storage Bag; Shen Yao currently can only take the path of selling off assets.

Fortunately, there is no lack of gold, silver, and jewelry in her space; she doesn't hope to sell on a large scale, only using it to exchange for some daily expenses, and doesn't worry about attracting attention.

The small city Shen Yao lives in is called Linshan, a city with an extremely low sense of presence.

Linshan is not developed; there aren't many people here, but it is at least a city, with plenty of malls and supermarkets as there should be.

The taxi ride took just over ten minutes; after getting off, Shen Yao entered the mall and headed straight for the glittering jewelry store not far away.

With prior experience, Shen Yao took out two somewhat heavy bracelets; the bracelets had obvious scrape marks on them, one look and you knew they were old family pieces.

Trade-in is a business every jewelry store does, and they earn more from recycling jewelry.

They gave Shen Yao money by the gram; counting the previous emergency living expenses, Shen Yao held twenty thousand yuan in her hand.

Enough

Shen Yao bought a laptop, planning to earn more living expenses before university.

Also, the old house at home should find a buyer; she doesn't plan to return to live, the house sitting there is utterly useless, better to sell it to relieve pressure.

"This is an old community house, not worth much," the real estate agent spoke impolitely, analyzing pros and cons against several photos and Shen Yao, "just that the school not far across the street," this counts as a plus.

"Living here, they're all elderly people, quiet and peaceful, suitable for recuperation," Shen Yao wasn't in a rush to sell, and didn't want to concede on price, "You arrange it; these days I'm at home."

If there's genuine interest and they come to view the house, she can also negotiate directly with them.

Leaving the bottom price, Shen Yao turned and left, then patiently took a few bus stops, and arrived home smoothly.

The house was unchanged from when she left, only the indoor air had become a bit stuffy.

She turned on the electric fan on the side to get the air circulating, Shen Yao washed a plate of fruit, walked to the sofa herself, and unpacked the computer.

With no external help whatsoever, and her own strength not outstanding either, the only money-making method Shen Yao could think of was stock trading.

Of course, she's not an investment genius; she previously did real industry; in finance, one can only say she was middling; expecting it to make a stunning debut is impossible.

So stock trading is just one of Shen Yao's backup plans; the primary plan is still the film and television aspect where she has rich experience.

Shen Yao has been a screenwriter, done producing; in her previous life she played the entertainment industry for many years; all that accumulated experience can be used to make a living.

Using the internet on her phone, she opened the pages of several film and television companies.

Shen Yao searched through them one by one, finally selecting two companies that were pretty good, memorized their email addresses, and began burying her head in typing to earn money.

When typing, she was fully immersed; plus she had done this before; after getting through an extremely brief awkward period, Shen Yao became increasingly proficient.

By the time she finished writing the story in hand, the sky had already darkened.

Shen Yao rubbed her sore shoulders, stood up, and went to the Kitchen to make herself a bowl of Noodles.

A fried egg lay on top of the Noodles, accompanied by a few slices of Vegetables and palm-sized slices of Meat; the aroma wafted straight to the nose.

Slurp—

Shen Yao buried her head and ate heartily; one bowl down and she instantly felt Alive again.

She continued to the Computer to finish up work, and only when she could barely keep her eyes open did Shen Yao finally turn off the Lamp and go to sleep.

In the days that followed, Shen Yao simply stayed Home and passed the time indoors.

However, because she went Out once every few days, the Neighbors around her weren't worried either.

They were all old Neighbors, and Shen Yao's background easily aroused the Wedding Guests' sympathy; this only strengthened Shen Yao's determination to leave — too many familiar people around, and a Counterfeit wrapped in a Shell like her truly couldn't stay long.

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The Script collection Shen Yao wrote wasn't long; it counted as a hit drama from her Previous Life.

The two Film and Television Companies she chose to contact both had good Reputations in the industry; otherwise Shen Yao really wouldn't dare submit blindly — who doesn't know the waters run deep here.

Helpless, the waters are deep but the money comes fast; what Shen Yao lacks right now is money that can circulate openly. She's still muddled about this world, and everything she wants to do requires money.

She spent half a month revising the finished Script over and over, and finally submitted the Finished products.

Of course, finishing this Task didn't mean Shen Yao could Relax.

She had stocks to trade, a House to sell, and most importantly she had started a new book under a fresh pen name, planning to ride her Previous Life's fame and make a Qing Shui Chang Liu business for herself.

Who told this world's webnovel system to be monotonous, scarce, and yet profitable.

Looking at her webnovel plot was like watching crop after crop of leeks grow ripe; Shen Yao felt that not harvesting them would practically insult her Previous Life's experience.

What a great way to Make Money — she has no shortage of stories. It's not plagiarism at all; it's all confidence bought with real gold and silver from her Previous Life.

Compared to submitting Scripts, webnovel review is clearly faster and the money comes faster. As long as the word count is high enough, Shen Yao can collect her pay this month.

Good luck comes in pairs

Shen Yao's webnovel results were pleasing, and the House sale also made Progress.

The Intermediary searched and searched, finally bringing a buyer who genuinely wanted to buy.

The other party was wealthy and generous; the purpose of buying the House was for their child's schooling.

Shen Yao watched them not even haggle over the price, handle the transfer extremely readily, even offering to throw in some of the daily Furniture from the rooms if possible.

Anyway, she was going to school; the School Dormitory couldn't accommodate these things, so rather than throw them out cheap to the junkyard, better to give them to the buyer as a bonus.

The old House Shen Yao lived in was just over eighty Square meters, yet sold for nearly four hundred thousand.

It was a severe overpricing, but who told the old House to be near a school — that's Linshan City's key high school, admission quotas are extremely expensive.

Shen Yao held the Bank Card, which contained her House sale money.

At this point it was less than a week until school started; Shen Yao had already moved out of her Residence.

The two Film and Television Companies she submitted to also contacted her; their words touched on signing matters, requiring Shen Yao to fly over for a face-to-face meeting.

Perfect — leave Linshan City first, then fly directly from Jing Shi to the University's Jiang City, no need to return, and avoid any Accidents on the road.

Bought a Ticket on her phone, booked a place to stay, Shen Yao rested a night at the Hotel, and early the next morning left dragging her suitcase.

Perhaps this departure meant who knows how long before she'd return.

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The Plane landed in Jing Shi.

Shen Yao dragged her suitcase out of the Airport, first took a taxi to the Hotel, then called the two Film and Television Companies to confirm times; only after all this was done could she finally lie on the Bed and rest.

Although she had lived in Jing Shi for quite some time, every Mission World's Jing Shi has its own peculiarities, making Shen Yao feel both strange and familiar.

Splash—

Night fell, and a thread of coolness entered the air.

Shen Yao showered, ordered a portion of Dinner, and simply walked around in Pajamas.

Her whole body of smooth Skin was completely different from a month ago; the Pills Shen Yao took had taken effect, including the acne marks and scars on her face — all gone without a trace.

Phew

The current Shen Yao could finally be praised as a Beauty; though she couldn't compare to celebrities who eat by their faces, among Ordinary People she was striking enough.

This was enough.

The Pills in Shen Yao's hand could make her even better, but the situation is unclear right now; she recovered to this point merely out of normal aesthetic desire. Continuing to spend time and energy on appearance wasn't what Shen Yao wanted.

She ate Dinner with a serious face, and while updating her article on the Computer she checked her invested stocks; confirming they were still making a small profit, Shen Yao closed the Computer, set an alarm, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Shen Yao tidied herself up and took a taxi to the appointed Spot.

Two Film and Television Companies, scheduled for morning and afternoon respectively; Shen Yao planned to use the opportunity to sell at a good price, having enough money to support her spending.

In case this world hides some Danger, she couldn't earn money temporarily then; large-scale spending easily Exposes risk. Shen Yao knew she wasn't some Child of Destiny; staying alive was what mattered.

Because Shen Yao thought a lot, in negotiations the thing she bit down on Tightest was money; as for other aspects, Shen Yao didn't care.

She didn't plan to enter the Circle, and Shen Yao had a premonition this world would be very Troublesome.

Two Film and Television Companies — Shen Yao submitted a total of three Scripts.

Fortunately, all three Scripts passed smoothly; the amount Shen Yao received was about 1.5 million (after deducting taxes and a series of extra expenses).

Don't think it's little — this still includes extra markup from one Script where Shen Yao gave up authorship rights.

You know a normal Script is only about 100,000 to start; those reaching millions are all famous Screenwriters.

Shen Yao getting this money was purely because the two Companies she picked had some Conscience; swap in other black-hearted Companies and there's even a chance of losing both person and money.

With money in hand, Shen Yao wandered Jing Shi for a few more days, buying whatever she liked.

Although the Storage Bag couldn't be used, Shen Yao's Space still had a lot of room left.

After her Previous Life's Mission finished, Shen Yao had stayed in the Space for a while; she organized the Supplies inside, took some for normal food, clothing, and daily use — guarding against arriving in some End of Days or Wasteland world with no Supplies on hand and starving herself.

It's just that the Space's area is limited; compared to the extremely convenient Storage Bag, Shen Yao still finds it not very convenient.

Three days later, Shen Yao left Jing Shi and boarded a plane bound for Jiang City.

Jiang City was the destination where Shen Yao went to university.

Shen Yao attended Jiang University, which had little reputation in Jiang City; this was also related to Jiang City's geographical location — surrounded by economically developed cities, Jiang City was sandwiched in the middle and could not rely on any of them, an inland city that was constantly overlooked.

When the plane landed, it happened to catch Jiang City in the rain; Shen Yao held up an umbrella and waited by the roadside for a long time.

In the end, a passing driver could not bear to watch and gave her a lift directly, delivering her into the city.

After all, Jiang City's airport was built in the suburbs, and there was hardly any human habitation around it.

Originally the city government wanted to attract investment to build an airport service area, but after repeated delays the service area never got off the ground, and the airport remained incomparably desolate.

"Hmph, nowadays who doesn't curse this place — catching a flight means getting up two hours early — who can stand it?"

The driver was a chatty older sister; she spoke bluntly and chatted all the way from the airport into the city, directly delivering Shen Yao to the hotel doorway.