Chapter 65: The Trilogy of Becoming a God - The Pinnacle of Trashy People Twelve

  Zhang Yulong immediately fawned: "Boss Heishi, look at this crazy lost love system. I'll quickly write a script and we can make a small production. Ten thousand yuan will be enough to get it done!"

  Ye Qing didn't even think about it, and directly threw 100,000 yuan over, just saying one sentence, "The beginning and end of the video must promote the God-level Broken King, and 100,000 yuan can increase the popularity of the God-level Broken King, it's worth it!"

  Look at this style, Zhang Yulong is absolutely unexpected, he just had a temporary idea to surpass Wu Dalang with a crazy thought, and unexpectedly got financial support so easily, if only I knew earlier I would have said 200,000 yuan.

  Zhang Yulong took the money and went to work with a smile, now it's not even 9 o'clock at night, it's too early to sleep. Seeing Wu Dalang's reluctant expression, Ye Qing continued: "Wu Dalang, if you have anything to fart, hurry up and let it out, our time is limited!"

  Wu Dalang habitually wanted to grab his butt, but seeing Ye Qing's slightly furrowed brow, he immediately changed to scratching his face and said: "Bloodstone boss, let's have a beauty pageant! Sixty thousand yuan as the prize money, forty thousand yuan for preparation, and we can hold it in two days. At that time, I Wu Dalang and Tie Mu brothers will make an appearance, and we can also promote the divine-level broken king. You just watch from behind the scenes, boss!"

  Ye Qing scratched his chin, hey, this Wu Dalang is really not willing to fall behind, and directly threw another 100,000 yuan. Wu Dalang is indeed more promising than Zhang Yulong, with a keen eye for opportunity, and he immediately knelt down in gratitude, loudly thanking him!

  Ye Qing chuckled and helped Wu Dalang up with both hands, saying: "Hehe, it's still good that you have the eyes to appreciate it, knowing how to thank me is not bad, not bad at all. It sounds pleasant to my ears, continue!"

  Wu Dalang was encouraged, and naturally he flattered Ye Qing as the only cow person in the world for the past 300 years to the next 300 years. Ye Qing was indulging in self-admiration when he suddenly jumped up with a start, scaring Wu Dalang who was kneeling on the ground into sitting directly on the floor.

  A cold, metallic voice suddenly echoed in Ye Qing's mind, a sound that could make one's hair stand on end from head to toe. "Apprentice Ye Qing, the Great Upgrade System is issuing a task: earn 100 fan points before midnight tonight and receive a reward of one attribute point; otherwise, two attribute points will be randomly deducted!"

  Ye Qing stood still for half an hour, while Wu Dalang sat on the ground in a daze for half an hour, his mouth agape with shock. Finally, he muttered softly: "What's wrong with Bloodstone? He was so scared that he wet his pants!"

  Wu Dalang's muttering was small, but how could it be hidden from Ye Qing's ears and eyes? Ye Qing kicked Wu Dalang onto the table and said: "Did you smell it? Are you sure it's urine? That's cold sweat, scared me to death!"

  Ye Qing had never sweated so much at once, to the point that Wu Dalang mistakenly thought Ye Qing was scared urine. That icy cold metallic mixed voice was too terrifying, it was a kind of trembling from the depths of the soul, with no room for bargaining whatsoever.

  It seems that my own God-level trash fan system has been upgraded again, and it's actually been upgraded to such a terrifying death system. Not only has the voice changed to a cold metallic mixed sound, but it's also time-limited. Alright, if it's time-limited, then so be it. If I don't complete the task, I'll be punished, what's this called? Arbitrarily deducting points, isn't this the rhythm of being driven to death?! What if it deducts my own life or intelligence, or even my little brother's, wouldn't that be a death sentence?!

  Ye Qing suddenly understood this point and immediately said to Wu Dalang, who was sitting at the table: "Don't say a word now, listen carefully, Tian Di Hong Meng..."

  Wu Dalang finally showed some understanding, and after Ye Qing finished reciting the mysterious incantation, Wu Dalang became excited and started dancing with joy, but since Ye Qing told him not to say a word, he ran wildly around the dormitory, grinning foolishly.

  Ye Qing looked at the time and planned to let Wu Dalang foolishly laugh for three minutes, then immediately took them to help others in need. But where could they go to help a hundred people on this dark and stormy night?

  Ye Qing looked at the time, three minutes had passed, and Wu Dalang was still smiling foolishly. Ah, no choice, he could only start by slapping him in the face. Indeed, after one slap, Wu Dalang immediately came to his senses. Unexpectedly, this silly kid even said "thank you!"

  Ye Qing eagerly entered the fan management district of his own cognitive sea. Hey, the fan management district was even more lively and grand than before. A large hall, although it was an illusory one, but Ye Qing felt that it was more real than his own dormitory.

  The front of the hall was suspended with a crimson screen, just like the ticket hall of the Spring Festival train station, clearly listing its own tasks and current completion status. In the center was a blood-red three-branch clock, spinning like a ghostly figure. Ye Qing took note of the time and quickly compared it to her phone's time, only to find that the time in her fan management zone was actually three seconds faster than the real-world time. How sinister!

  Fortunately, Wu Dalang's thanks just now has earned himself a fan value. Now there are still three hours left until zero points, and the target task is still short of 99 fan values. Isn't this going to cost his life?!

  It's okay, what makes Ye Qing happy is that the current fan value can still improve his cultivation. It's just that after completing the task, the reward attribute point is something he has no concept of, but since it's a prize, it should be good stuff!

  Ye Qing saw that Wu Dalang had finally sobered up and said: "Wu Dalang, before midnight, I must help 99 people. What do you think?"

  Wu Dalang stretched out his hand halfway and directly stuffed it into his mouth, saying: "Internet cafe, now the most popular place to hang out, and also related to literature, there's only internet cafe. Give each of them a bucket of instant noodles and a bottle of drink, and they'll all thank you!"

  Fortunately, in Ye Qing's green leaf world, these things were the most, so he nodded in agreement with Wu Dalang's suggestion. The three of them set off together and went to the Hongxing Internet Cafe near Xida.

  "Hey, it's smoky and crowded in there, with over a hundred people inside. Ye Qing secretly felt delighted, realizing that he was still too unfamiliar with the surroundings."

  After entering, Wu Dalang took Ye Qing and Tie Mu to the manager's office on the second floor with ease. A young man of about eighteen years old was watching a Hong Kong movie while smoking.

  Wu Dalang opened his arms to hug the young man, who directly threw a bottle of drink at Wu Dalang and said: "Brother Wu, it's been a long time since you came to find me to play. Why are you so enthusiastic tonight?"

  Wu Dalang mysteriously smiled and said, "Brother, I've brought a distinguished guest. Today, we'll treat everyone in this internet cafe to a feast. It's not much, just a bottle of drink and a bucket of instant noodles per person, just to show our appreciation, what do you say?"

  That young man didn't think that in this day and age, there would still be such a thing as helping others for the joy of it, but since it happened, Hong Xing couldn't let it go. He immediately broadcast through the internet cafe's speakers: "Everyone, everyone who is fighting through the night, now our internet cafe has some good news to announce. There is a Mr. Wu Dalang who wants to give each and every one of you a bucket of instant noodles and a bottle of drink. Do you want it?"

  Why would I not want to? Wu Dalang is so handsome, Wu Dalang is great, thank you Wu Dalang!

  Alright, everything has been distributed. That son of a bitch Wu Dalaang actually earned over a hundred fan value points. Ye Qing glanced at the "Assist Master Great Upgrade System" and found that he had only received eleven fan value points with a 10% bonus. He was still short of his goal by eighty-eight points. Thinking about the system's cold voice and its ruthless random deductions, Ye Qing shuddered all over and stomped his foot before leaving the internet cafe first.

  Wu Dalang hastily waved his hand at the more than 100 cheap fans he had just gained, and chased after them saying: "Bloodstone Boss, since we succeeded in this internet cafe, let's go switch to another one!"

  Ye Qing glanced at the time, still half an hour left. The distribution of instant noodles and drinks just now, plus the chaotic thanks, actually took up a whole half hour. Ye Qing was heartbroken to the point of tears. He said in a bad mood: "Do you think the current system is so easy to fool?"

  Ye Qing saw Wu Dalang following with his head hung low and dejected, so he dragged Wu Dalang away and they vanished into thin air.

  At this time, except for internet cafes, only nightclubs are still open. Originally thought that the water would not flow to outsiders' fields, and the two nightclubs handed over to Liu Yang were actually quite suitable, but feared that the trouble would spread, so gave up.

  Wu Dalang and Tie Mu directly arrived at the high-end private club of Jin Ya Wang, located at one end of Duck Alley. The first floor hall is open to anyone, but the second floor and above require a VIP membership card to enter.

  Ye Qing just wanted to help others, why would he go to so much trouble to go to the second floor? Besides, there's no time for that now, it's already almost 11 pm, and he still needs more than 80 fan points. What if the new system randomly deducts his points and makes him a fool, then what's the point of cultivating immortality?

  To tell the truth, Wu Dalang and Tie Mu were going to a nightclub for the first time. If they said they weren't nervous, that would be a lie. Tie Mu looked like he didn't care at all. Wu Dalang was really excited, looking left and right, completely like a kid!

  In the first floor hall, the lights are dim, this is a paradise and dreamland for many young wild ducks. Many young handsome guys, who skip school and work during the day to sleep and recharge, come here at night to show off, in case they catch the eye of some rich lady or madam, hehe, then they can be hers exclusively, that's an easy job that only requires sleeping with someone and counting money until their hands cramp, very much to the taste of many young guys nowadays.

  So, as soon as Ye Qing and the other two entered, they received several unfriendly glances. Wu Dala, with a slightly weaker immune system, shuddered all over and almost peed his pants. It seems that no profession is easy! Fortunately, Ye Qing and the others were not there to steal business!

  Ye Qing directly ordered three bottles of the most ordinary soda water, but foolishly gave out three red tickets as a reward. The cashier and two bartenders at the counter were all stunned. The soda water was just the cheapest kind in the nightclub, five yuan per bottle, but the reward was real gold and silver, 300 yuan each. Although 300 yuan is not a lot, this behavior is really silly, but it's the kind of silliness that makes people like him.

  The three of them naturally thanked him in a very professional manner, Ye Qing didn't expect that these three fans were so quick and handy, it seems that for this kind of occasion, he should come more often.

  Wu Dalang, having seen Ye Qing's impressive handwriting, felt a sense of superiority and began sipping soda through a straw while looking down on the three guys at the counter with disdain.

  It's true that money is a good thing. As soon as Ye Qing saw the generous amount, the hostile gaze disappeared immediately.

  On the stage, a sturdy young man was jumping vigorously with steel pipes, occasionally bringing applause from a group of rich ladies below. Two rich ladies wearing sunglasses even stuffed handfuls of cash into the handsome young man's pants, and he covered his hands over the money and danced even more wildly.

  Ye Qing smiled slyly at Wu Dalang and said, "Dalang, are you interested in going up to jump as well?"