Tao Fuyuan, a 25 year old Chinese man, had just graduated from a culinary college when his soul was hurled and tossed about, and eventually ended up in a stranger’s body in a strange world.

Chinese peacekeeping force War dog Squadron dived into the goldfish to rescue the United States to study Judy and other dry African students.

In China, a new condo was sold without finishing the interior so the owner could finish it with their choice of wallpaper, flooring, countertop, etc.
Gun-Ho chose luxurious materials for the interiors of his two condos.
Gun-Ho went to the Hwaganghwawon frequently to see the interior construction of his condos. He felt embarrassed to ride a bike to the community, and taking a taxi every time he visited there was not realistic. So he rented a car, an Audi. He chose the Audi because it was the brand that was most frequently seen in that area.
"Even though this is a used car, this Audi is good. There were only 60,000 kilometers on it. I rented this car under the business name, Mando Food that runs the Korean restaurant so I can get a tax benefit which is good."
Gun-Ho went to Hwaganghwawon in his Audi. The security guard didn't block him. As Thanksgiving Day would soon be here, Gun-Ho gave 100 Yuan (12,000 won) to the security guard to thank him for his hard work. The security guard seemed to be astonished.
"Are you the Korean who had a business here?"
"That's me. Haha."
The impact of that 100 Yuan was significant. From the moment he gave 100 Yuan to the security guard, the guard always gave Gun-Ho a military salute whenever he saw Gun-Ho.
"You look marvelous. Did you serve the People's Liberation Army?"
"That's right. I was recently discharged from it."
Gun-Ho was living in a condo community with a swimming pool, and his apartment had three bedrooms. He was riding an Audi and running a Korean restaurant in a hotel building. In the Korean community in that area that Gun-Ho was living in, Gun-Ho was known to be a rich young man.
"You pricks, it's not possible to have this kind of extravagant life by running a Korean restaurant. I can only do this because I will have two condos that will be generating additional income."
The interior was finally completed for Gun-Ho's two Hwaganghwawon condos. As soon as he put these condos on the market for rent, they were gone, maybe because they were brand new. The rent was priced for 5,000 Yuan each.
So, Gun-Ho was getting an additional income of 10,000 Yuan from these rental properties. At that time, the usual starting salary for a college graduate in China was less than 3,000 Yuan, so 10,000 Yuan was a substantial income in China.
"One was rented to a hospital director of an international hospital. He is from Hong Kong. The other one was taken by a German who is the president of a pharmaceutical company. I don't think I have to worry about getting rent from them."
Gun-Ho made a phone call to the branch manager of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.
"The condos were completed and they are already rented out. I'm calling to thank you for everything."
"Don't mention it. If you need an additional loan please feel free to come to me. We are friends, right? Haha."
 
Gun-Ho did his math.
Even though he was making 10,000 Yuan from two condos, he had to pay for the Audi rent and loan interest. After subtracting these expenses, nothing much was left in his hand. However, he felt good.
"Let's wait until the price of condos increase. Let's wait for three years. Money makes money. I had been in Hwaseong, Pocheon, and Yangju to work in a factory, and I had realized that whenever a condo's price went up by 10 million won in those provincial areas, a condo's price in Seoul would go up by 100 million won!"
Once he bought the condos, he turned his attention to his study of the Chinese language. He studied strenuously.
"I couldn't concentrate on my studies when I was in Korea because there were too many things going on in my head at that time. However, I can focus on studying just fine here."
Once he took a lesson from his private tutor—Eun-Hwa Jo—in the morning, he always reviewed what he learned that day at home in the evening. Since the 120㎡(36 pyung) large space of his apartment was all his, he practiced speaking Chinese out loud freely at home. Several months passed by.
 
The kitchen ladies were talking about Gun-Ho's Chinese language fluency.
"G-jjong, you speak Chinese very well now. I think you can now understand everything we're saying."
"Now, I have to be careful with what I say when G-jjong is around. He reads a Chinese newspaper too."
Gun-Ho now talked with Dingming at the counter without a problem and without an interpreter. One day, Eun-Hwa—Gun-Ho's private tutor—suggested for him to take the Chinese Proficiency Test called HSK.
"Am I qualified to take HSK? I didn't even study Chinese in college."
"There was a Korean lady I taught for four months when I was in Shanghai. After four months of studying, she obtained the HSK-level 5. On the other hand, there was a man who studied Chinese for three years, and he couldn't even pass the HSK-level 2 test. So this is all up to you. I believe with your proficiency, you can pass the HSK level-5 test."
"If I understand correctly, the highest level of HSK is level 6. And you are asking me to take the level 5 test. I've heard that level-5 is hard to pass even for people who majored in the Chinese language in college."
"G-jjong, you have lived in China. You can do better than them."
"Do I have to go back to Korean to take the HSK test?" Gun-Ho talked to himself, and when Eun-Hwa heard of what he said, she responded, "You can take it in China. I believe the HSK test is held in Shanghai. I will find it out for you."
 
Gun-Ho purchased a preparatory book for the HSK test and started studying it.
"I think I can handle the reading section since I had studied Chinese characters when I was in Korea and I even obtained the level-3 certificate for it. I also continued studying for the level-1 and level-2 certificate even after I came to China. The problem is the listening comprehension section. Maybe I should just take the test so I could gain valuable experience?"
Gun-Ho thought that he was just wasting money and time if he traveled to Shanghai to take the test.
"How long have I been learning the Chinese language from Eun-Hwa? Whoa, it has been six months already. I guess I know better than other Koreans who only studied it in Korea. I've been directly exposed to the language on a daily basis. I had to talk with merchants and other Chinese people on the street and in a market. Okay, let's try it. I want to know my proficiency level in the Chinese language. Let's take the HSK exam."
Gun-Ho registered for the test.
Once he registered for the test, he felt more urge to study.
"I have only one week left before the test. Let's put all of my energy into studying."
Gun-Ho was not dumb.
He went to a high school in the metropolitan area, and his family couldn't afford to support his study with a private tutor. So he was admitted to a college in a province. After dropping out of college, he went to a cyber college and graduated from there. The reason why he went to a cyber college was that he wanted to transfer to another college and take a 4-year course later, maybe a college in Seoul or Incheon where his parents lived in. However, he had to make a living at that time. That was why he clung to the level-9 government job exam.
Gun-Ho studied for the HSK test in his spacious apartment, and he lifted his head and looked outside the window.
"I like the fact that I can focus on this HSK exam. When I was studying in Noyrangjin for the government job exam, I had to work the whole day, and study in the evening. I was too exhausted to concentrate on my studies in the evening after work."
Gun-Ho took out a cigarette and started smoking.
"Well, I guess I have done all kinds of part-time jobs when I was in Noryangjin studying for the exam. I worked at a convenience store, did a chicken delivery, and carried ice in a seafood market. I even worked in a duct construction field. How could I study at that time? I just wasted my life there."
Gun-Ho thought about his current life.
"I have two fancy condos. I am running a Korean restaurant in a hotel. I am riding an Audi to commute. I am living in a large and luxurious apartment that measured 36 pyung. I am studying the Chinese language, nothing else. In addition, I have a private tutor. With the help of all of this support, why wouldn't I concentrate on studying?"
Gun-Ho turned on the TV and watched a Chinese soap opera. He couldn't fully understand it, but he could understand some simple conversation. It was fun.
"After two or three years, I think I can understand over 90% of the Chinese language"
Gun-Ho fell asleep while watching the soap opera. A happy smile appeared on his face.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Lin Fan waved his hand casually, "It’s nothing. Just a small matter. Enough talk about this. Today is a special day for Nanshan Children’s Welfare Institute. Since we’re here, let’s go in and take a look together.
The more he avoided talking about it, the more curious Zhou Qing Quan became. His heart was itching.
"Master Lin, wait a moment, please tell us more about it," urged Zhou Qing Quan.
Lin Fan chuckled, "Actually, it’s nothing much. It’s just that in a few days, I’ll be bringing Ming Qing with me to do volunteer work by practicing medicine. We’ll be going to five cities and it’ll take over ten days."
"Are you short of people?" asked Zhou Qing Quan swiftly. This was a brilliant thing. It was like the olden times, when the teacher would pass down important knowledge to his disciple through practical work.
"If you want to come, you are welcome," said Lin Fan with a smile.
Elder Wang said, "Elder Zhou, do you even have time to go? You’ve already promised to be elsewhere."
Zhou Qing Quan was slightly frustrated. When he received that reminder from Elder Wang, he suddenly remembered that he indeed had many things to do. In the Association, there were many matters that required his management. In particular, an important patient required his treatment. It wasn’t an option not to be there.
"Sigh, it’s a shame, Master Lin, but I cannot come," said Zhou Qing Quan regretfully."
"No problem, whatever you have is more important. Moreover, this ‘Various Types of Typhoid’ still must be taken by you back to Beijing. Alright, let’s not talk about these for now. Let’s go in. I have to prepare food for the children," said Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was unsuccessful in trying to trick Zhou Qing Quan into coming with him but it couldn’t be helped. He had things to do, so it couldn’t be helped.
But this time, when he traveled to the five cities, he had to complete the task. Then, he would be able to receive the next task.
The Encyclopedia was a f*cking awesome existence. If he just got stuck at this task, it would be a great loss.
…
Every time he came to Nanshan Children’s Welfare Institute, Lin Fan would put his culinary skills on display and produce fragrant dishes. To everyone, it was a feast for the taste buds. To Zhou Qing Quan, Zhou Ming Qing and the rest, they just couldn’t believe it.
For these dishes to taste so good, it just didn’t make sense.
Then, everyone felt that Lin Fan’s ability was far beyond their imaginations.
He was simply a genius.
Lin Fan worked all the way until nighttime.
Lin Fan drove Zhao Ming Qing and the rest home. As for Fraud Tian and his people, he got them to take other people’s cars.
In the car.
"Ming Qing, tomorrow, do an announcement in the academy to see if any students are willing to come with us. After all, we will be practicing medicine. It would be a good experience for students of Chinese medicine. Studying from books can never be as effective as getting real experience," said Lin Fan.
Zhao Ming Qing agreed with this statement. He nodded and replied, "Mmm, Teacher is right. Nowadays, students pursuing Chinese medicine are able to receive a systematic education from the academy but they have no real life experiences. They are all only good in theory."
"Thinking about our country’s essential Chinese medical knowledge from ancient times, a lot of it has been lost through the long stream of time. And the knowledge that is passed down now is often incomplete. We have to slowly feel out everything. This ‘Various Types of Typhoid’, whether to students or to old Chinese doctors, is a very good educational book," said Zhou Qing Quan with a sigh.
Lin Fan smiled and didn’t say anything. He drove them back to Zhao Ming Qing’s place, then left alone.
The next day!
Shanghai’s First Chinese Medical Academy.
Among the students here, some of them were engrossed in their studies while others were starting to look for new paths to take.
Everyone had a certain fantasy about Chinese medicine that was deeply-rooted in them from young.
However, the difference between reality and fantasy was very huge.
It was only after studying Chinese medicine that they realized that it was completely different from what they had thought.
Before, they had fantasized about becoming godly doctors respected by everyone. But now, they realized that these things only happened in f*cking storybooks.
If one were to look at it by age, Western doctors could get famous at forty, while Chinese doctors had to be at least sixty or even seventy before they could attain a little fame. It was simply not worth it.
The Academy’s notice board.
The Academy’s web forum.
The Academy’s text message notification.
"At around the end of the month, a voluntary medical practice will be organized under the name of Academy Director Zhao. It will involve traveling to five cities. The locations are yet to be confirmed. The duration will be fifteen to twenty days. This activity will not be counted into your grades. It is voluntary participation. The quota is five students. Interested students may look for Director Zhao to sign up and await his notice."
When the students received this notice, some of them didn’t even read it.
In their chat groups, forums and dormitories, many of the students started discussing it.
"I won’t even consider such an activity. It’s simply a waste of time.
"Going out for fifteen to twenty days? I have better things to do. I’ve already taken the test for Western medical hospitals. Who would still want to study Chinese medicine?"
"Brothers, I have to work two part-time jobs daily. I don’t have time."
"This is basically going out to see the scenery. Moreover, in order for us to practice medicine, there have to be people willing to see Chinese doctors."
"I feel like Director Zhao is starting to waver. A while back, he created a medicine for anorexia, right? To me, it seems like he is shifting towards public work and he’s promoting himself."
"That makes sense. I only have two words to say: Not going."
…
In a certain dormitory.
A male student was in front of the computer, searching for information on the internet. Then, he recorded it in his booklet.
His schoolmates from the dormitory looked at him and said, "Qiu Jie, what are you looking at these things on the Internet for? Most of them are fake. Listen to us, stop studying Chinese medicine. Let’s go and take the test for Western medicine together and start afresh."
Qiu Jie didn’t look away from the screen. He shook his head and said, "I’m not going. I won’t study Western medicine. I will only study Chinese medicine. For me to live to this age, it’s because the old Chinese doctor from the village saved me with his medicine. I feel that Chinese medicine is mystical. It has an accurate description of the human structure, the Yin and Yang and the five elements. It corresponds to the laws of nature. The only problem is that we haven’t reached that level of understanding yet."
"D*mn, you speak as if Chinese medicine is a divine technique."
Qiu Jie turned around. "Don’t doubt it. Let me tell you, the human body has 365 acupuncture points, corresponding to 365 days in a year. The human body has 12 meridians and coincidentally, a year has 12 months. The human body can be cold, warm, heaty or cool, while there is spring, summer, autumn, and winter every year…"
"Alright, alright, we give in Brother Jie. How could you believe all this? Those are all just coincidences." His dorm mates had given in.
Qiu Jie shook his head, "These aren’t coincidences. They’re the relationships between the human body and nature. When someone is sick, Western medicine says that he should take medicine or go through surgery. But in a Chinese medical point of view, the medicine required to treat an illness can be found within the natural world. Using the powers of the natural world, one can replenish the things that are lacking in the body. Although it is a slow process, living things do require time to grow or to recover. That is how one tackles the root cause of the problem."
His dorm mate said helplessly, "If your words were to be heard by a Western doctor, you would get scolded. You really are addicted to your research. Trust us, it’s best to escape from this suffering as soon as possible. Don’t wait until all your hopes and efforts have come to nothing. When that happens, you won’t even have the chance to cry."
Qiu Jie wasn’t bothered by all this. He looked at the school’s web forum, then, he cried out in surprise, "What? Director Zheng is going to organize a voluntary medical practice. That’s great! There are only five slots available. I must hurry up and sign up. Otherwise, there will be so spaces left."
Then, he hastily left the dorm.
His dorm mates shook their heads, "Don’t rush. Don’t worry, no one will go. Who, other than you, would care about something like this? In our class of thirty-six, everyone except for you has looked for another path to take. Don’t rush, just go slowly."
"Sigh, Qiu Jie is obsessed."
"Leave him be. When he graduates and goes looking for a job, he’ll realize how bad of a choice it was to study Chinese medicine."
"Nowadays, the Chinese doctors in hospitals are just holding inconsequential jobs."


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

"*****Side Story*****"
In history food Chinese has been survive in 4000 years, and each area has different type food.
In Chinese has 4 provinci that is: Peking now Beijing, Shanghai, Canton now Guanzhou, Sichuan. Now in abad 19 Kingdom Manchu is the ruler. 1000 years ago there legendary chef know name Shuri has create 8 piece Legendary cooking utensils which spread among land of China and who has Legendary kitchen utensils can be greater among chef.
"*****Story MC*****"
Ray who has wake up suddenly had headache again because he no idea what language China, he had forgot make angle make Ray know any language.
" Now first met people"
"Status Map"
This is just another feature 'The Gamer' that know can view area around you. Suddenly Ray view area has living people, and he has hurry to ward that area. Ray has arrived to ward provinci Sichuan, Ray has no idea how he can read Chinese, because when he view gate with write Chinese he can read it.
"Sigh, thank to God i can read this language 'hufffft' ."😅😅 Ray murmur in ward
"Hello my name Ray, can you tell me where restoran kikkaro?" Ray ask passerby people
"Oh there, you look forward and you can see crowded people, nah that is resto kikkaro" answer passerby.
"thanks brother"😄 Ray has forward to resto kikkaro. When arrived in front resto kikkaro Ray has prepare to make study cook for a while as well make money 😱, and then colect Legendary kitchen utensils he has know.
"Hello my name Ray, are you Mrs.Pai?,can i study cook here?. You can see i had no money here 😅 i can help work no salary as long you can provide me shelter here please".😭😭when Ray has been begging suddenly has notif "**beep**" Skill 'Actor'( passive) has accuired.
" damn i has no idea the gamer system' maybe has error'. how can i have skill actor. haisss never mind my be useful later" Ray murmur in ward
 "*****Side Mrs.Pai*****"
My name is Mrs.Pai and i have been widow 9 years ago, my husband died illness and he is founder as well chef in resto kikkaro, and now i have been replace my husband to pilar chef resto which founder my husband. Now i have guest look age 17 or 18 years, and make me Embrasing was i have no idea where his come from?. Its okay as long he just study cook.
"****Side MC****"
"Ok, i can provide you shelter here and you can study cook, but where you come from? and you clothes are different?." Mrs. Pai ask Ray suspicious.
"Oh i come from Land Korea neighbor Land China." Ray answer quickly.
"Ok you hired here and you can study cooking here. You can go kitchen washing plate and other utensils."
" Thanks madam. but madam i no had change clothes here.😅😅 sorry" Ray guilty when he reincarnate he no anything ok as long he can create dungeon he can make money, cooking just fill skill.
"Ok i give you clothes, now go wash utensils in the kitchen" Mrs.Pai no idea ' how can be people super shameless'.
" beep" 'quest' go wash all utensils which dirty in the kitchen. Reward: 300 exp, Punish: kick you out resto😂😂. WTF Ray murmur in ward.
Today Ray has shelter for rain and snow, thank God how luck i am.Today Ray can fell how hard work to ward goal has he reach. When night came Ray check skill and he hurry make skill dungeon.
"Status"
[Name: Ray
 Job: The Gamer
 Level: 3 (0/300) exp
 HP:200
 MP:100
 STR:13 (+) up
VIT:10 (+) up
AGI:12 (+) up
INT:9 (+)
WIS: 6 (+)
LUCK:18(+) up
Point:10
Affinity: empity
Inventory: empty
Skill:
Passive: Acting LV1(30/100), Wash LV3(20/300),Gamer Body(Max), Gamer Mind(Max)
Aktif: Observasi LV3 (50/300).
Ability: Shuttle Though
Tonight Ray mood was good he had aquired  skill wash when he washing utensils, and he had aquired skill observasi with useful to ward him self, however now he has no make food just looking chef and tomorrow maybe still watch chef make food. He now concentration make skill to make dungeon and " beep" you have aquired skill ' dungeon', "beep" you have aquired skill 'energi bom'. Now Ray fell tired just work, just sleep tomorrow he has work ' hoammm'

When you have dream like can i have item in film or anime maybe live can wonderful.
Follow Ray shuttle to another world to colect item and happy to realize his dream in second live.
though world: Cooking master boy to colect Legendary cook item, to Shokugeki No Shoma to colect recipe food, maybe can add later?

After some time, Lil’ Rick came back.
He passed a name card to his father as if he were presenting a prestigious item. "I’ve found out who he is. His name is Oscar Liu. An employee from the Beijing Museum, he is mainly involved in wooden crafts. He is here in America for a tour and has been invited to appraise some Mahogany furniture during this trip."
"What’s the authenticity of the Mahogany furniture?"
"He refused to reveal anything related to it," Lil’ Rick said in frustration.
Rick walked away. After a few minutes, he returned and said to Frank, "I’ve asked the Chinese man to stay. Would you like to talk to him?"
Frank flashed Lil’ Rick a condescending smirk. "This is your territory? You can’t even question someone on your own territory?"
Rick gave his son a disappointed glance. If he couldn’t even get the crucial information out of that man, what was the use of this son of his?
York’s experience was not something that could even be compared to the experience of a greenhorn like Lil’ Rick. York’s preparations were immense.
Having invited Oscar Liu, York brought him to a small café to minimize the possibility of catching some other treasure hunter’s attention.
Now working together, Frank and Rick went to meet them there.
There were many Chinese people in America, especially Los Angeles.
However, when he saw Liu, Frank put his guard up. He first stated, "I know a Chinese man. His name is Du, Li. He’s a good man from Flagstaff."
Oscar Liu wiped his glasses and revealed a gentle smile. "We Chinese are all good people. A pleasure meeting you guys. Is there anything I can do for you?"
As he spoke, Frank had been observing his eyes and expression.
However, he couldn’t find anything suspicious. When this Chinese man heard Li Du’s name, he was unfazed. The clearest emotion on his face was just a tiny hint of confusion.
He analyzed it for a moment and felt that he was probably being too suspicious. Just because this man from China had appeared, it didn’t mean he was related to Li Du.
Rick knew the reason why he was testing the waters. He scoffed and whispered in his ear, "You know that that Chinese aren’t easy to deal with? You know that you’ll have to keep your guard up against him, right?"
Frank ignored him and instead gave a bright smile to Liu. "Hi, buddy, nice to meet you. I love the Chinese. I love your culture. So here’s the thing: we do indeed need your help for a few things."
Liu nodded pleasantly and said, "Go on."
"It’s like this," Frank said, "I’ve always been interested in this friend of mine called Du, Li. Even his name interests me. From what I know, there is something special about his name in Chinese culture, right?"
Liu smiled and said, "Oh, if I’m not wrong, if we go by his Chinese name, it is pronounced ‘Li Du’?"
"Yes."
"That’s right, there is something special about that name. In the study of Chinese poetry, there was a line in a poem that goes like this: ‘Li and Du’s poems are so widespread that they’re no longer novelties.’"
Appearing very interested, Frank asked, "What does that mean?"
Liu explained, "It means that a poet with the surname ‘Li,’ and another with the surname ‘Du,’ had their poems and teachings spread widely. ‘Li Du’ is a term we use that combines the surnames of two of our culture’s greatest poets.
"Besides Li-Du, there were also combinations like ‘Xiao Li Du,’‘Liu Bai,’‘Su Li,’‘Gao Cen,’‘San Xie San Cao San Su,’‘Er Li,’‘Pi Du,’‘Zhong Xing Si Jie…’"
Frank and Rick had no clue what they were hearing, but they had no choice but to pretend that they were interested, because the important question had yet to be asked.
After Liu finished explaining, Frank said, "Buddy, you seem to be well-versed in poetry. You must be a scholar."
"No, it just happens to be my interest," Liu said with a smile. "In fact, I’m an architecture expert."
"An architecture expert? So you study bridges and buildings?"
"No," Liu shook his head. "I study architecture and related renovations from the four dynasties: Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing."
Frank immediately asked, "Then you must have a deep understanding of ancient furniture from China."
"Yes," Liu smiled. "I do understand it. That’s a good way to put it: that I have a deep understanding of them."
Frank shot Rick a glance. Rick handed some photos over to Liu and said, "We would like to know what material this furniture seems to be made off?"
Liu studied the photos and soon there was a slight change in his expression. He then said, "Sorry, I can’t tell. I don’t think I can help you guys with this."
"Don’t be like this, buddy," Frank smiled. "We don’t have any other intentions, just that we need some help from you to appraise the material used for the furniture."
Liu shook his head. "Just from photos, one cannot tell the materials used. Fellas, if someone tells you that they can do that, then they must be lying."
"Really?" Rick asked with wide eyes.
"Unless he has some sort of supernatural power, it would be impossible. Validating the material of a piece of furniture can only be done with the actual thing.
"Even with the furniture in front of me, it’s not that easy. Several aspects have to be investigated, touched, and felt. A breathtaking amount of experience is needed too..." He then continued with a bunch of terms like "The yellows of the Heaven and Earth,""Yin and Yang balance," and stuff like "Sandalwood’s true colors will grow thicker with time."
Frank and Rick had headaches listening to all these terms.
However, Rick’s expression was turning more and more grim. The trap he was planning to set for Li Du was solely based on these photos. If the photos could not tell anything, then there was a huge problem!
Frank realized that Liu wasn’t going to stop talking, so he slipped a few notes of cash to him, implying as he said, "Perhaps you could tell something from these photos, buddy. Help us out a little."
Liu’s face turned grim. "What do you mean, sir? What kind of person have you made me out as? Sorry, but I think I won’t be able to help you guys. I’ll be leaving."
With all his methods proving useless, Frank gave up.
Seeing such, Rick had a vicious look in his eyes and said, "I guess it’s still up to me."
He held Liu back and made a call. Soon, two Native American Indians walked in and asked, "What’s up?"
Rick said darkly, "We know this Chinese man has information on the mahogany in storage, but he won’t speak to us. We have no choice but to ask you for help."
Harris used his poisonous gaze to scan over Liu. He waved his hand and said, "You guys head out. I’ll have a talk with this guy."
Liu jumped up in a panic and said, "Sorry fellas, I have to leave—"
"Don’t be hasty, tell us a few things before you leave," Harris said with a diabolical smile.
Frank didn’t want to leave and said, "Perhaps I can help out."
Harris suddenly flashed out a khukuri. He slapped the flat part of the blade onto Frank’s face and coldly said, "What can you do? For the d*mn sake of God, can you guys listen to me and scram?!"


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Time seemed to have rolled back ten years.
Xi Mubai at the time was only a young man, barely a day over eighteen. Even though he was young, his stature was huge, but he had not filled out yet, so he appeared rather thin. His features had deepened even though they still carried traces of youth. It did not detract from his charm because he looked just like every woman's dream first crush.
Every day, many girls would trail behind him. Even if they just saw his back, they would die happy. Mubai, on the other hand, was only interested in computers. He registered to study computer science at the best school in City T when he was barely 16. He continued to leave a glorious legacy over the two years he was there. Those two years were the best time for the school's girls, but it was only a stepping stone for Mubai.
In two years, he had finished all the courses available, and the teachers there had nothing left to teach him. Therefore, Mubai decided to study overseas.
After the last lesson of the day, Mubai, like usual, walked out of the classroom without registering the commotion he had caused. When he passed a Chinese parasol tree, a leaf fell down blocking his sight.
Mubai stopped in his tracks and picked the leaf that had stuck to his shirt. The leaf had yellowed. Mubai raised his head and saw the crown of yellow leaves on the tree. Without him realizing it, it was already autumn.
A Chinese Parasol would lose its trees to prepare for winter come every fall. The school had many Chinese parasol trees, so during every fall, the whole campus would be littered with tree leaves.
Mubai had not once stopped to appreciate the scenery of this school. At the moment, he realized how beautiful the school was. Perhaps it was because that was his last day at school, he uncharacteristically stopped to appreciate the scenery and did not leave in a hurry like usual.
Suddenly, another leaf fell before him. Then two more fell, following that was one more leaf, two more leaves…
Two leaves, one leaf…
The pattern was weird; the leaves either fell in two pieces or singular one, and they all fell before his sight. He studied the falling leaves quietly, and a thought cropped up in his mind, but he could not exactly explain why that would be the case.
The group of girls behind him were screaming from pure excitement and awe.
"Isn't he handsome? Even the tree leaves are attracted by his looks; they are all falling for him."
"No wonder they say there are beauties that would make wild geese alight and fish dive down for shame!"
"These leaves are all mine because they all fell for him."
"No way, those are mine!"
"Mine…"
While the girls were fighting among themselves, the leaves stopped falling, and Mubai picked up his pace and left. After he left, he no longer returned to the school.
The girls at the school collectively lost their crush, and their spring of love officially ended.
However, a legend about Mubai started to circulate around the school. It was said that on the day he left, even the Chinese parasols at the school wept their leaves, begging him to stay. However, eventually, he left, taking the school's spring with him…
The Chinese parasol that he'd stood under became kind of a romantic spot for the girls at this school. There were even rumors that before the group of girls from his batch graduated, they all came to take a final picture with this particularly sentimental Chinese parasol tree.


Isang papel na naglalaman ng diborsyo ang nagsadlak kay Xinghe sa sobrang kahirapan.
Ngunit dahil sa isang aksidente, nagbago ang lahat at siya ay naging isang professional hacker na kumikita ng madaming pera na hindi niya kayang gastahin at ubusin sa tanang buhay niya.
Ang lahat ng nanlibak, humamak at nanliit sa kanya, pumila kayong lahat at ibabalik ko ang lahat ng ginawa ninyo sa akin hanggang maubos ang inyong kahihiyan. Sasampalin ko kayo isa-isa!
Teka, teka, teka. Ikaw na lalaki, ang dati kong asawa na wala na akong relasyon pa, pumila ka ng maayos.
Ano, gusto mo akong tulungan sa paghihiganti ko sa pagsampal sa mga taong ito?
“Hindi lamang iyon, sasampalin ko na din ang sarili ko!” At sinampal na nga ng bilyonaryong guwapong lalaki ang sarili ng walang alinlangan!


Qiao Moyu wasn't sure if the "Master of Kaiguang" profession existed in this world. She never paid attention to this detail when reading the novel, but that doesn't mean it wasn't mentioned in the story.

(T/N: Kaiguang (simplified Chinese: 开光; traditional Chinese: 開光; pinyin: kāiguāng) is the Chinese term for consecration of a statue of a deity. In Chinese, the literal meaning of Kaiguang is "opening of light". Often performed in the Buddhist and Taoist faiths.)

After all, when she went on set for 'Sheng Shi,'  she recalled that a certain crew asked for help in choosing an auspicious day for their premier.

So Qiao Moyu immediately went online to check the newest drama and confirmed her guess.

This weekend, a small-budget movie will be launched in all major cinemas. Since it wasn't directed by someone famous, nor did it cast a popular star, there were reports online that the film had been rejected to broadcast in several famous cinemas, while the other cinemas that did accept it only scheduled two showing a day before planning to take it down in about a week.

The official blog for this film issues daily release announcements, but there were only a few comments below, showing that the guests were few and far between.

In general, there's a saying that sick people will rush to the hospital and won't hesitate to sign the bill. Naturally, Qiao Moyu had to start seeking out those kinds of desperate customers.

That night, after lulling Luo Luo to asleep, Qiao Moyu placed an order online and bought a full set of props.

In recent years, the specialty of a product was evident from its packaging. Qiao Moyu bought a full set of priest's robes, a horsetail whisk, a peach wood sword, and some candlestick paper.

Actually, she didn't need so many things to 'open the light' and the process didn't have to be so tedious. But she also knew that if she didn't do any kind of special action, no one would believe in her ability. These days, evil men can easily deceive and harm whereas those who were honest had difficulty convincing others.

After buying the list of items, she began to study her script once again.

But for some reason, when she picked up the same script once again, she suddenly found that her thoughts had become clearer.

In the past, those emotional scenes that didn't make sense suddenly seemed deep and insightful. Even as she closed her eyes, she could imagine how to get into character and express love and hatred with her body language and eye movements.

Is it because I read the original host's diary today? Perhaps learning of the past and how the original host had saved her allowed her to fully accept her new identity. In her heart, she resolved to help the original host to achieve her dream and take her son as her own, promising to raise him well.

The original host's dream since childhood not only involved Xing Yichen; she also wanted to become a film empress. So she worked hard for many years. She learned stage drama since childhood and continued to study scripts later on. However, in the original book, she was unable to make a breakthrough due to the pressure from the Qiao family and Xing Yichen.

The following afternoon, Qiao Moyu arrived early at the site of auditions. She sat down at the waiting area and continued to study the script.

Since it's been a while since coming to this world, Qiao Moyu could recall the faces of front-line artists. But while there were plenty of female artists who came today, their appearances were relatively unfamiliar. Qiao Moyu simply glanced around her before looking back down on her script.

Soon, both the director and the assistant director came back from their dinner break. The staff called for the first auditioner to prepare.

The door finally closed and nobody knew the situation inside. Meanwhile, outside the auditioning room, Qiao Moyu heard someone say, "I heard that Zhang Cen Cen will be coming to audition morning!"

"Ah…she's here too. Does that mean there's no hope for me?"

"In fact, it would be good if only one of the famous 'flowers' came, but I heard at least two powerful contenders will be coming!"

"Forget it, let it be!"

While everyone was discussing, there was a sudden uproar outside.

Soon, the door to the waiting room opened and a young woman walked in. She wore a long white dress with clear temperament and an overwhelming aura. When she came in, the other auditioners couldn't help but gasp.

•I DO NOT OWN THIS NOVEL•
•THIS IS MADE FOR WEEKLY READING TIME•
•CTTO•

Author: Zhuge Jin
Translator: wordexcerpt • Kitty Jiu

➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story's male protagonist.

Qiao Moyu, the President's childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won't take any responsibility since the child wasn't his!

As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she'll just take it easy!

However, a few months later ~

President: "You're not some disgusting mosquito blood, you're my white moonlight (first love)."

Luo Luo: "Mama, he's not Baobei's father. Baobei doesn't want him."

A certain Film Emperor: "I want both you and the child."

Online fans: "Qiao Moyu is ours!"

Qiao Moyu wasn't sure if the "Master of Kaiguang" profession existed in this world. She never paid attention to this detail when reading the novel, but that doesn't mean it wasn't mentioned in the story.
(T/N: Kaiguang (simplified Chinese: 开光; traditional Chinese: 開光; pinyin: kāiguāng) is the Chinese term for consecration of a statue of a deity. In Chinese, the literal meaning of Kaiguang is "opening of light". Often performed in the Buddhist and Taoist faiths.)
After all, when she went on set for 'Sheng Shi,'  she recalled that a certain crew asked for help in choosing an auspicious day for their premier.
So Qiao Moyu immediately went online to check the newest drama and confirmed her guess.
This weekend, a small-budget movie will be launched in all major cinemas. Since it wasn't directed by someone famous, nor did it cast a popular star, there were reports online that the film had been rejected to broadcast in several famous cinemas, while the other cinemas that did accept it only scheduled two showing a day before planning to take it down in about a week.
The official blog for this film issues daily release announcements, but there were only a few comments below, showing that the guests were few and far between.
In general, there's a saying that sick people will rush to the hospital and won't hesitate to sign the bill. Naturally, Qiao Moyu had to start seeking out those kinds of desperate customers.
That night, after lulling Luo Luo to asleep, Qiao Moyu placed an order online and bought a full set of props.

In recent years, the specialty of a product was evident from its packaging. Qiao Moyu bought a full set of priest's robes, a horsetail whisk, a peach wood sword, and some candlestick paper.Actually, she didn't need so many things to 'open the light' and the process didn't have to be so tedious. But she also knew that if she didn't do any kind of special action, no one would believe in her ability. These days, evil men can easily deceive and harm whereas those who were honest had difficulty convincing others.
After buying the list of items, she began to study her script once again.
But for some reason, when she picked up the same script once again, she suddenly found that her thoughts had become clearer.
In the past, those emotional scenes that didn't make sense suddenly seemed deep and insightful. Even as she closed her eyes, she could imagine how to get into character and express love and hatred with her body language and eye movements.
Is it because I read the original host's diary today? Perhaps learning of the past and how the original host had saved her allowed her to fully accept her new identity. In her heart, she resolved to help the original host to achieve her dream and take her son as her own, promising to raise him well.

The original host's dream since childhood not only involved Xing Yichen; she also wanted to become a film empress. So she worked hard for many years. She learned stage drama since childhood and continued to study scripts later on. However, in the original book, she was unable to make a breakthrough due to the pressure from the Qiao family and Xing Yichen.The following afternoon, Qiao Moyu arrived early at the site of auditions. She sat down at the waiting area and continued to study the script.
Since it's been a while since coming to this world, Qiao Moyu could recall the faces of front-line artists. But while there were plenty of female artists who came today, their appearances were relatively unfamiliar. Qiao Moyu simply glanced around her before looking back down on her script.
Soon, both the director and the assistant director came back from their dinner break. The staff called for the first auditioner to prepare.
The door finally closed and nobody knew the situation inside. Meanwhile, outside the auditioning room, Qiao Moyu heard someone say, "I heard that Zhang Cen Cen will be coming to audition morning!"
"Ah…she's here too. Does that mean there's no hope for me?"
"In fact, it would be good if only one of the famous 'flowers' came, but I heard at least two powerful contenders will be coming!"
"Forget it, let it be!"

While everyone was discussing, there was a sudden uproar outside.Soon, the door to the waiting room opened and a young woman walked in. She wore a long white dress with clear temperament and an overwhelming aura. When she came in, the other auditioners couldn't help but gasp.

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story’s male protagonist.
Qiao Moyu, the President’s childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won’t take any responsibility since the child wasn’t his!
As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she’ll just take it easy!
However, a few months later ~
President: “You’re not some disgusting mosquito blood, you’re my white moonlight (first love).”
Luo Luo: “Mama, he’s not Baobei’s father. Baobei doesn’t want him.”
A certain Film Emperor: “I want both you and the child.”
Online fans: “Qiao Moyu is ours!”


Genre(s)

Comedy,Drama,Fantasy,Josei,Romance

Author : Zhuge Jin,诸葛锦

Alternative :
TCVCF, 穿成总裁蚊子血[穿书]

This is Fan Translation♡




I'll not lock any chps:)


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

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