[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336064,4567,"Chapter 10: It's Time to Make Money","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>Qin Yun had dreamed of sleeping in a mansion spanning a thousand square meters and driving a million-yuan luxury car every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was just a dream—he never truly believed he’d one day actually achieve something as absurd as driving a luxury car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, his left arm rested on the window frame, feeling the wind caress his skin, his right hand on the steering wheel, the opulence of the cabin enveloping him—he had acquired a brand-new luxury SUV for 200,000 yuan, precisely 233,000 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the vehicle’s fuel consumption was high, its power was formidable, its modification potential immense, and its off-road capability unquestionable; in the wild, he trusted this engine could overcome most terrible terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After circling Sanlitun twice, Qin Yun quickly realized the fuel tank was nearly empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Sinopec, he spent seven hundred yuan to fill it up, making him realize this was a beast with a huge appetite; though he still had over a hundred thousand yuan left, with only expenses and no income, he feared he might soon be unable to afford even this car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove the car back to the auto shop, where Shen Hu and the mechanics gathered around, touching and patting it with great excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun handed them the keys, asking them to clean the vehicle, then went with Shen Hu to the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are your plans next? Really going on a trip?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Qin Yun had told Shen Hu roughly what he intended, but Shen Hu found it somewhat implausible; after all, they were all adults, past thirty, and none of them wealthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once all the paperwork is done, I plan to drive this car straight back to Zhejiang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh… now that you’re leaving, we’ve lost another companion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not gone for good,” Qin Yun smiled. “I’ll come back to Beijing when I have time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Beijing still had six check-in spots—he’d definitely return to complete them if the chance arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted about the past and the future, and before they knew it, the conversation turned to Song Ya; seeing Qin Yun seemed utterly indifferent, Shen Hu couldn’t hold back any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divorce is fine—I always thought you two weren’t suited back in college. You’re too practical, she’s too ethereal, and she’s also…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook his head: “Selfish?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu nodded: “Back then, we only saw you giving endlessly, never saw Song Ya giving you anything. One-sided devotion eventually becomes taken for granted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not too late to realize now,” Qin Yun put his feet up on a nearby stool, feeling more relaxed than ever. “To avoid further entanglement, I asked for nothing—not a single yuan. I chose to leave with nothing, cutting ties with the past and starting fresh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu raised his thumb: “Bold move. But listen to me—you still need to think about making money. Whether man or woman, everyone in this world survives on money. Money isn’t everything, but it solves 99% of your problems.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun naturally felt Shen Hu’s goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still had no clear idea how to make money—or what his main career should be. Working a regular job? He wasn’t considering it; with the system inside him, he was destined to roam far and wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any suggestions?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu thought for a moment: “If you’re not planning to sit at a desk, your skills make freelance work relatively easy. But that’s not a long-term solution—you might want to consider the self-media route.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Self-media?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun frowned. Though online media was now wildly developed—with platforms like Douyin and Constable thriving and countless people making money—the success rate was actually very low. Sure, every video you saw had tens of thousands of likes, even hundreds of thousands, as if everyone was earning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those were already the algorithm-selected gems; ninety percent of videos sank without a trace—you just never saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Self-media seems limitless, but now, beyond sensual content, everything else must rely on quality content to break through. Ultimately, the key to self-media is deciding what kind of content to produce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, self-media,” Shen Hu gestured. “My three shops all livestream now—customer acquisition costs have dropped dramatically. This is the era of traffic as king—it’s the inevitable trend, no way around it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded thoughtfully and said: “What if I travel around, filming my journey experiences—do you think that could work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu didn’t answer. He took out his phone, opened Douyin, typed “travel,” and a flood of travel-related videos instantly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take a look yourself—could your videos be better than theirs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun took the phone, casually opened a video with tens of thousands of likes, and saw the creator had put real effort into filming and editing—even used a drone. Entering his profile, every video was a scenic view from different places, beautifully shot, each with tens of thousands of likes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought about it—he probably couldn’t make anything like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exited the creator’s profile and opened several other high-liked travel videos: some featured cultural introductions, others pure scenery, and even one of a lone traveler trekking through uninhabited zones—every possible niche was represented. All the ideas he’d briefly entertained were already here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned the phone to Shen Hu, momentarily at a loss—but he was easygoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll decide after I get back to Zhejiang. No rush—I’ll relax for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu nodded slightly, glancing at the Land Rover Defender being washed outside, then suddenly said: “You should modify this car.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Modify it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. If you’re heading into the wild, you should upgrade it—install underbody protection to prevent scraping and rock impacts, add a front winch and rear tow hook so you won’t get stuck, and expand the roof with a luggage rack, side ladder, or roof tent base.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought for a moment, then agreed without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, then I’ll leave it to you. Keep the car here for now—I’ll pay you later, all together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu immediately protested: “What’s there to calculate? Consider it a gift from your brother. You’re a divorced bachelor—keep your money for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun laughed in disbelief, yet felt touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the auto shop, he returned to the hotel and pondered for days, uncertain whether he could succeed on the self-media or video creator path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a cautious person, rarely taking risks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So before clearly deciding what niche to pursue in self-media, he decided to put it aside for now—just hit the road first, then gradually find his direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than three weeks after his divorce, he’d gained skills in instrument repair, vehicle maintenance, and photography. He had no trouble earning money through these skills—but he didn’t want to be like before, so he treated them as mere skills, not means of livelihood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, if fate offered an opportunity, he wouldn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, he received a call from Shen Hu: all modifications were complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the shop, he immediately saw the transformed Land Rover—the matte black underbody armor wrapped around its grass-green body, a sturdy electric winch mounted on the front, a seamless roof rack, and a side ladder that extended with a pull. Since none of these modifications affected the chassis structure, no registration was needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thanking Shen Hu again, Qin Yun drove off, ready to wait out the cooling-off period before heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau to end his three-year marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the car had barely hit the road when an unexpected call came in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Ms. Shen… I can play the piano too… Yes, I’m in Beijing… Free time… Now? Alright, send me a WeChat location—I’ll come right over… Okay, see you soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun pulled over near a bus stop, and soon a WeChat location arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beijing Runyuan? Why does that sound familiar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered, sent his license plate number, confirmed the navigation, and checked the distance—about twenty-two kilometers, a thirty-minute drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the car traveled along Jingmi Road, Qin Yun suddenly realized what Beijing Runyuan was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a luxury villa district in Beijing, where even the cheapest homes cost sixty million yuan, and the more expensive ones routinely exceeded a hundred million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Ms. Shen had said money wasn’t an issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Shen—the woman who’d brought the cello for repair—was named Shen Xinrou. He didn’t know what her family did to be so wealthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over half an hour later, Qin Yun’s car turned onto Yuyang Road following the navigation, and a fresh scent of grass and trees filled the air, as if the city’s noise had been instantly cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five hundred meters ahead, turn left onto Yuyang Road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the navigation spoken than the scenery shifted again—endless green buffer strips came into view. Yuyang Road was wide, with a smooth, two-lane, two-way pavement. After another half-minute of driving, a majestic nine-arch gate loomed ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car slowed to a stop at the entrance. Security personnel immediately approached; Qin Yun registered his visitor information, gave his name and license plate, and after verification, they raised the barrier to let him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the signs, he drove toward the underground parking entrance and quickly found the parking spot Shen Xinrou had sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Qin, you’re here—please come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened to Shen Xinrou; inside, several others were present—six people altogether in the first-floor hall, including her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su-su, this is the Master Qin I told you about—the one who repaired Cheng-cheng’s cello.” Shen Xinrou spoke to a middle-aged woman of similar age, exquisitely preserved, looking no older than thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was also strikingly beautiful, with a gentle demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Xinrou introduced: “Mr. Qin, this is Zhao Lingsu, the mistress of this house. This is her husband, Xia Zhongjun. These two are their children, Zhao Yiyan and Zhao Yiyu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After introducing the family, she pulled over a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl: “This is my daughter, Shen Dancheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Dancheng blinked with curious eyes—she hadn’t expected the man who fixed her cello to be such a handsome guy; she’d imagined an old, wrinkled man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few brief words, Qin Yun was amazed—but he showed no curiosity, simply smiled and nodded to them all, ignoring their unspoken skepticism. He was here for Ms. Shen; if this deal worked, fine—if not, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ms. Zhao, Ms. Shen has already explained the situation to me. Where is the piano now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Lingsu pointed to a door nearby: “The piano is in that room. Let my husband take you there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her, Xia Zhongjun stepped forward: “Mr. Qin, this way, please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded and followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they’d passed through the rooms, Zhao Lingsu scolded: “Xinrou, why did you bring such a young man? What skill could he possibly have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Xinrou smiled: “Why not try? Maybe he can fix it. It’s smashed to pieces—if you send it to Germany, how much will it cost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Lingsu shook her head, still doubtful Qin Yun could repair it—the Steinway custom piano had been crushed badly. But since Shen Xinrou insisted, she said nothing, and called everyone to the music room to see what Qin Yun could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the music room, Qin Yun immediately saw a severely damaged black piano—the Steinway D-274 custom model, originally worth millions, its mother-of-pearl inlays shattered, the shipping cost alone enough for an average person to earn half a year’s salary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up to the piano, circled it, and inspected it—its body was completely warped, keys partially detached, the keyboard system likely deformed, and internal core components surely misaligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current instrument repair skill, he could instantly assess all the problems. After estimating, he turned to Zhao Lingsu and said: “I can fix it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Lingsu wasn’t fooled by his words. She showed no emotion, only skepticism: “Can you explain exactly what’s wrong with it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded, walked to the soundboard, and pointed near the bass section: “There are two Guanchuan  cracks, about eighty centimeters long and 0.3mm wide. The edges show partial delamination from the ribs, causing muffled bass resonance and possible noise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three bass string pins here are loose and stripped, unable to maintain string tension—causing tuning drift… here, the action… the keyboard system… the pedal linkage… the cabinet… the temperature control system…” He finished, his fingertip lightly tracing the piano’s surface, his gaze firm, voice unwavering: “These are all the piano’s current problems. Complex, yes—but I can fix them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he’d spoken halfway, Zhao Lingsu’s family’s expressions had changed. To articulate such professional terminology and pinpoint the issues so clearly—if this didn’t prove expertise, then no one did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Lingsu dropped her skepticism and nodded slightly: “In that case, how much would it cost to repair it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, it was about money—but sending it to Germany would cost her at least fifty thousand yuan round-trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the question, Qin Yun had already prepared his answer: “Excluding original factory custom parts, my repair fee is 250,000 yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too expensive! It’s just a piano—some parts fell off, just glue them back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice cried out in the room—it was Zhao Lingsu’s son, Zhao Yiyan, the boy thrusting his neck forward, glaring as if seeing a fraud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Zhao Yiyu shot him a sharp look: “You know nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yiyan stammered, dared not reply, and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Zhao Lingsu nodded. “This price is within my acceptable range. How long will it take?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least twelve days, at most fifteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I’ll have someone draft a contract. Do you need any preparation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll prepare a list of all the tools I need—please help me gather them, Ms. Zhao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2264,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","004653c483c4ec7879683ad36dbb777fe5766124ca280e6e37c34738c56ea33c","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-11","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-9",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]