[Folk traditions + tycoon + System + hardcore traditions + livestream face-slapping + the whole village is shocked + pure power fantasy]
Zhou Yan, a 35-year-old P7 employee at a major tech company, was laid off and swindled out of his emergency savings by his online girlfriend. He had just 52.5 yuan left in his pocket.
On the train, a female influencer sitting opposite him said to her livestream: "Guys, you know what I mean? There's a broke middle-aged guy across from me, reeking of poverty. What a buzzkill!"
Zhou Yan looked at the message his mother had sent: "Mom heated up some goose for you." His heart sank.
He didn't want to live anymore!
He spent his last 52.5 yuan buying three bowls of hot porridge for strangers.
[Chinese New Year Traditions Revival System] bound!
[System mission: As long as the Host brings traditional New Year customs back to life, he'll receive billions in wealth and master-level skills, restoring this lost civilization to its former glory!]
[Ding! The Host has been detected giving out porridge during Laba Festival. Rewards: full recovery of the money he was scammed out of + 5 million yuan in ruthless dividends + master-level Paiguang boxing!]
[Ding! The Host has been detected handcrafting a Luban mechanical house, astounding the whole village! Rewards: 10 million yuan in cash + divine medical skill, the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!]
From then on:
The village bully tries to seize my homestead? I show him my eight-figure bank balance, then smash him with a million yuan in cash until he kneels and calls me Master!
An influencer mocks me for being hopelessly old-fashioned? I demonstrate the art of butchering an ox in one stroke. The whole internet begs to be my apprentice, and millionaires aren't even worthy of carrying my shoes!
Foreigners call traditional Chinese medicine pseudoscience? One silver needle brings the dying back to life. The King of Hell says they're due to die at three in the morning, but I'll keep them alive until five!
From slaughtering pigs for the New Year and performing molten-iron fireworks to lion-dance competitions, Zhou Yan uses the most hardcore methods to tell everyone:
"Don't pit your annual salary against my pocket money, and don't pit your hobbies against the rules laid down by our ancestors!"
That year, Zhou Yan not only brought back the festive spirit of Chinese New Year, he also made himself the one true god of Chinese folk traditions!
With a sharp weapon in mind and a murderous intention, the author is cultivating a doormat
The feeling at the beginning is still very deep, and the rest is also the taste of my childhood. It would be better if it was more interesting.