[{"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-40":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},2336094,4567,"Chapter 40","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-40",40,"\u003Cp>Hu Fen laughed and chatted with several colleagues as she stepped out of the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of a car, and her face immediately lit up with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My son came to pick me up—you all go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your son’s back? Where is he? Let me see!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun saw his mother step out and hurried over: “Mom, we’re not eating at home tonight—we’re going out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen nodded and first introduced him to those around her: “This is my son, Qin Yun. Xiao Yun, this is Aunt Su Xin, Aunt Hong Lan—you’ve met them before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aunt Su Xin, Aunt Hong Lan, nice to see you,” Qin Yun smiled and greeted the two middle-aged women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes were filled with envy. Aunt Su Xin said: “Ah Fen, how’d you raise him? Your son’s so tall and handsome—he’s way better than my rotten kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true,” Aunt Hong Lan chimed in. “Xiao Yun, your mom’s praised you to us so many times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled but said nothing. Hu Fen gave them both a light push: “Let’s go—don’t keep me from having dinner with my son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Qin Yun drove off with his mother in the Land Rover, Su Xin and Hong Lan still stood there sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, that car isn’t cheap—I remember it costs over a million. Looks like Ah Fen’s son’s doing pretty well in Beijing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course he is. His wife’s gorgeous too—I saw her photo on Ah Fen’s phone, and she’s even got Beijing hukou. Their kid’ll have it easy for college admissions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both women wore looks of envy, clearly unaware Qin Yun had divorced and returned home in disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, let’s get hot pot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure. Kaihong has a Shu Da Xia—it’s delicious. Let’s go there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How was Mount Putuo? Was it quiet this time of year?” Seeing her son’s bright energy, Hu Fen thought: Song Ya really didn’t know what she was missing—she’d regret this someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was great. The weather’s been perfect these past two days, and there weren’t many people—very comfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shared everything he’d seen and done over the past two days with his mother. Of course, he didn’t mention rescuing someone on the way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother was just an ordinary person—her first concern would always be his safety. So better not to tell her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Qin Yun watched the repair video Fang Nan sent him—just as impressive as always, but since it was only a single process, it lacked much entertainment value. Then he organized his carving footage—there wasn’t much to organize, just one complete video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he prepared to send it to Fang Nan, he opened TikTok and checked his backend—his notifications had surged to 99+. Several new comments on his first video surprised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Came over from carving—why does the video owner only have one video? But this rock climbing is insane—I found a gem! Hope the owner posts more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say it’s you—don’t know if it’s true. Come prove it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You do carving too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun wondered: Could it be that the videos people filmed while I carved last night got pushed by TikTok?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the clues in the comments and quickly found the original source—it was indeed footage of him carving a Buddha statue on the rooftop of the guesthouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought: Since it’s already out there, there’s no need to edit or polish my own video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he simply clicked publish, uploading his raw footage of the carving process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Since many netizens asked for clearer footage, I didn’t edit anything—I uploaded the full forty-minute process. Interested friends can take a look.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His follower count had already reached 100,000, and his first video had amassed an impressive 800,000 likes—a rare explosion on TikTok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But 100,000 followers meant little on today’s TikTok platform. Even with millions of views, this video brought him not a single cent in revenue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t unusual anymore on today’s TikTok platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why more and more content creators are shifting toward live streaming—this isn’t the early days where views meant money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mind. If he only wanted to earn from views, he could just activate a few platform programs later. But in the early stage, accumulating followers and defining his niche was key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, if he later takes brand deals or ads, a single post might fetch hundreds of thousands. These small gains now don’t matter to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After posting, he stopped paying attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned off his phone and began carving the Buddha pendant from sandalwood for his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, his mother had already made breakfast and left for work. Qin Yun ate, then went to the balcony to continue his carving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around ten, Su Huan called for a voice chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t stop carving: “Just came back from Mount Putuo, got some old Indian sandalwood—now I’m carving a Buddha. Why aren’t you at work yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I took the day off—I’m not feeling well, seems like a cold.” Su Huan’s voice had a noticeable nasal tone. “What’s old sandalwood? Just wood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink more hot water,” Qin Yun said, then laughed at his own ridiculous advice. “Old sandalwood? It’s a type of sandalwood—exceptionally high-quality.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Straight man!” Su Huan said. “You’ve got 100,000 followers on TikTok—ever thought about brand deals?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I have. But with this few followers, there’s nothing valuable to get yet. Wait till I have more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan said: “If you want, I can introduce you to a few. The pay won’t be high—maybe a few thousand yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun paused his file, setting the wood aside: “What kind of deals? If it’s ads for some fruit or some transfer app, forget it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not those,” Su Huan said. “DJI—I know the regional marketing lead in Hangzhou. We could try negotiating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun instantly perked up: “That’d be great—but would they even care about me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you need to give me a clear idea—what kind of video would you make? That way I can pitch it properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought: His skills were many, but for DJI ads, rock climbing was the most fitting. Maybe he could test a free-climbing route in Zhoushan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, when I have a plan, I’ll tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted a few more minutes, then ended the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun returned to carving, but Su Huan’s words lingered in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized he had many skills, but in short-video content, he knew nothing about business or operations. If Su Huan hadn’t mentioned it, he might have stumbled blindly into brand deals as his follower count grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things like negotiating with clients, setting prices—all unfamiliar territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t take every ad. He needed deals that didn’t ruin the video’s flow—nothing like a sudden ad script interrupting the footage. That’d ruin the viewer experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he scrolled TikTok himself and saw such ads, he swiped right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had standards for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. A good video breaks all rules—I’m overthinking this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweeping away the worries, Qin Yun fully immersed himself in carving. Just before 4:30 p.m., an unexpected check-in task popped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Check-in task released: Host must go to Dongya Cliff and complete the Duan Long Zhan traditional climb—summit equals task completed.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s heart jumped, then eased slightly as he read further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d feared another no-safety, free-climb death trap—apparently the system didn’t always want him dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even traditional climbing wasn’t something ordinary climbers could handle. Traditional climbing required placing temporary protection gear—like nuts, cams, and hooks—into natural rock cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It demanded extreme route planning and risk assessment. A single misplacement could cause a fall—and a fatal one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to free soloing, this was child’s play for Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now he was talking to Su Huan about brand deals—and here came the perfect opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this could wait. He’d deal with it after returning from Hunidao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He packed up, swept the floor clean of wood shavings, and heard the front door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, I’m here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother and son packed a few changes of clothes and set off. His uncle had received an emergency notice and had to go back on the boat—he couldn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Shenjiamen to Hunidao, they first took a speedboat to Xiazhi Island, then a small boat from Xiazhi to Hunidao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiazhi Island was large, but Hunidao was insignificant—barely worth developing. Almost no young people remained; only the elderly stayed. In a few years, when they passed away, it’d be a true ghost island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a one-and-a-half-hour boat ride, mother and son stepped onto Hunidao’s soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the dock to his maternal grandparents’ home was another half-hour walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying their bags, they met elderly neighbors along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qin Yun, they all asked curiously—his aura had changed drastically. His eyes gleamed with quiet confidence, something no one could fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they reached his grandparents’ courtyard, where chickens clucked and squawked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen knocked on the iron gate: “Dad, Mom, I’m here with Xiao Yun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, the gate opened. An old man peered out. He saw Hu Fen, then Qin Yun—and his face broke into a delighted smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yun’s here!” His grandmother pushed past Hu Fen to grab Qin Yun’s hand. Hu Fen felt a pang of jealousy and stepped inside alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandma, how’s your health? Doing well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aunts and uncles had let the two elders live so far away on Hunidao partly because they’d always been robust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! What tasty things did you bring me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the courtyard, after putting down their bags, Qin Yun looked around: “Grandma, is Grandpa in the vegetable patch? Where’s Dahei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dahei’s helping Grandpa hoe the garden. Go see for yourself—he’s been talking about you these past two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen had told Qin Yun: he’d kept his divorce secret from everyone except his youngest aunt—so his grandparents naturally didn’t know. But now, no need to hide it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go see Grandpa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped outside, but hadn’t gone two steps when his grandmother’s scolding rang out from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gie zhong sa la nüe… lan pie… zhi rou…” (Zhoushan curse words—those who know, know.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook his head, letting her rant, then strolled calmly toward the vegetable patch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patch was only about two hundred meters from his grandfather’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he even reached it, a large black dog sprinted toward him, barking wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woof… woof…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1732,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4088090d2d7a4ce624ac139734be2bfaa2e8b94e440e62c541239479f0d7494e","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-41","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-39",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]