As expected, events unfolded just as in the original plot.
The small-time influencer Liu Wei arrived with two assistants and immediately took a liking to Fang Xiaoyu, who was busy working.
"That one. She’s good-looking—this kind of content has potential," he said.
The cameraman nodded. "You’ve got an eye for it, Brother Liu."
"After we finish the shoot, dig deeper. See if there’s any sob story we can use."
"Got it."
Fang Xiaoyu was distracted, but she kept her goal in mind—making money. Most of the side dishes were made with ingredients she had grown herself, which brought her a small sense of pride.
"Hey, how much for your most expensive beef noodles?"
Fang Xiaoyu instinctively looked up and saw the influencer and his cameraman. Her father’s warning flashed through her mind.
No way, what are the odds?
"Um, the most expensive one is twenty-four... It’s premium beef, stewed early this morning by my dad. Really fragrant," she said with a polite smile.
"I’ll take one."
Remembering Fang Zhiyi’s advice, she kept an eye on them while working. When she saw the influencer shove a piece of beef into his mouth for the camera only to spit it out immediately, her brow furrowed.
"Hmm, these cherry tomatoes are amazing," Liu Wei remarked, pleasantly surprised.
"The lettuce is good too."
Once the shoot wrapped up, Liu Wei approached Fang Xiaoyu again with the camera rolling.
"Hey, can I trade this handmade craft for your bowl of noodles?" he asked, sticking to his usual script.
Fang Xiaoyu’s frown didn’t fade, but she remembered her father’s warning.
"Sorry, we don’t accept bartering. Your craft is... unique," she said, glancing at the crooked bracelet he held out, "but we’re a small business—cash or digital payment only. Thanks for understanding."
She added, "Here’s the menu," gesturing to the clearly displayed price list nearby.
Liu Wei’s expression stiffened. He then flipped open a crude little lid on the bracelet, revealing a small photo—printed on the spot by his team—of Fang Xiaoyu herself.
"Look, this took two and a half hours to make."
Fang Xiaoyu took another glance at the table littered with half-eaten noodles and spat-out beef. She took a deep breath.
"Sorry, we don’t accept trades like this. If you’re filming, I need to make it clear—these are our rules. My apologies."
Liu Wei’s eyes gleamed—he had a sharp sense for viral moments.
With an exaggerated sigh, he shook his head. "Can’t even accept a heartfelt gesture? Handmade things carry warmth..."
Fang Xiaoyu ignored him, afraid she’d lose her temper.
"Times are tough, and small businesses struggle. Can’t even appreciate a little kindness..." he lamented to the camera, feigning hurt.
Fang Xiaoyu forced herself to stay calm.
The cameraman gave a thumbs-up—he’d captured a perfect close-up of her frown.
Liu Wei smirked, paid the twenty-four yuan, and then asked, "By the way, boss, those side dishes were great. Where’d you get them?"
Fang Xiaoyu kept cleaning, not looking up. "My dad grew them."
"Oh." Liu Wei caught her irritation and walked off, muttering, "So it’s a farmer’s family. No wonder they don’t know how to cooperate. Tch."
Just then, someone bumped into him. He turned with a scowl, only to see a middle-aged man waving apologetically.
Too excited about the footage he’d gotten, Liu Wei brushed it off and hurried away with his team.
"Dad! What took you so long?" Fang Xiaoyu whined when Fang Zhiyi finally arrived. "Look at these people! Wasting food and trying to skip out on paying!"
She’d been frugal since childhood, knowing how hard money was to earn—even after gaining her special space, she hadn’t changed.
Fang Zhiyi patted her shoulder. "It’s fine, it’s fine. I was selling the house."
"Selling the house?" Fang Xiaoyu froze.
"Yeah. I think you’ve got a real talent for farming. How about we sell up, fix up the old place back home, and lease some land to start a farm? I’ve even been learning how to film—we’ll turn you into an internet star!"
Fang Xiaoyu instantly forgot her earlier frustration.
"Really?" She hadn’t even suggested it yet—her dad was this supportive? He’d even learned video editing? No wonder he’d been glued to his phone lately.
"Thanks, Dad!"
"Hey, hey—people are watching! Get down! Do you know how heavy you are?"
That night, Fang Xiaoyu buzzed with excitement but stayed focused on her work. Closing her eyes, she entered her space and got to farming.
She mapped out areas for fruit trees, flowers, and vegetables. With some experience under her belt, her layout was better this time. Following tutorials on her phone, she planted the seeds and saplings she’d bought in advance.
What she didn’t know was that while she worked, chaos was brewing outside.
Fang Zhiyi logged into his newly created video platform accounts and got to work.
"Shocking! Popular ‘Good Deeds’ Influencer Faces Cold Rejection from Street Vendor!"
"‘Kindness Brother’s’ Warmth Trampled—What’s Wrong with the World?"
"We Need More ‘Positive Vibes’ Like Kindness Brother! Boycott Rude Vendors!"
Blurry but recognizable photos of Liu Wei and the beef noodle stall flooded the platforms.
Fang Zhiyi smoothly switched between accounts, posting identical content, even paying to boost visibility.
Little Hei clicked his tongue. "Using burner accounts to pay for a smear campaign against your own daughter? You’re the first."
Fang Zhiyi only smirked.
"Brother Liu! Look! Someone posted about today—it’s already going viral!" The cameraman stumbled across the promoted videos.
Liu Wei paused, scanned them, then broke into a grin. "This is our chance! Must’ve been a fan who filmed it! Tell editing to rush the video—it goes up tonight!"
He paced excitedly. "We’re about to blow up! Ride this wave right, and we’ll charge for reviews, get brand deals—everything!"
The cameraman watched his enthusiasm but felt uneasy. Were there even fans around earlier?
Still, Liu Wei’s plan seemed solid. Maybe one person posted it, and others reposted?
By midnight, Fang Xiaoyu, exhausted but satisfied from planting, drifted off to sleep.
Liu Wei’s bartering video went live. For his team, malicious editing was child’s play—they clipped Fang Xiaoyu’s words out of context, pairing them with her annoyed expression, painting her as a greedy, money-grubbing vendor.
host is extracting the Celestial Bone of the Destiny's Female Lead! The Destiny's Great Villain System has successfully bound!] Mo Tianxiao: "Destiny's Great Villain? Me?" Looking at the radiant Celestial Bone in his hand and the beautiful woman lying on the bed, Mo Tianxiao felt somewhat confused. How could he, a law-abiding citizen, become a villain? Mo Tianxiao: "Fine, villain it is then. With the system here, even a Chosen One isn't unbeatable." [Ding! Detected 18,653 Chosen Ones in this world. Please seize the destiny of all protagonists to become the true Destiny's Great Villain!] Mo Tianxiao: "Seize how many?! What kind of lousy great villain is this? I'm a perfectly good citizen!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
