Fei Niaoyuan was raised by a System. Given the distillery's environment, it really wasn't easy for a newly graduated little System to raise a distillery heir properly.
In the first year of the Conan era, Fei Niaoyuan flew back to Japan from Southeast Asia to recharge his System mom, plunging headfirst into the main plot.
A mother makes herself strong for her child. Watching her kid dive headfirst into the main plot and pull off one extreme maneuver after another, the System mother let out a piercing scream.
[Forum]
"The classic three-way choice of a new liquor, huh."
Fei Niaoyuan: Yes, that's right. Pick me, quick! I'm the bad guy.
"No matter how outrageous the distillery gets, they can't hire child labor. I'll pick the one on the far left. He doesn't look like a good guy."
Fei Niaoyuan: ...
A tug-of-war between the good guys, the bad guys, Fei Niaoyuan, the System, and the forum readers.
A semi-fix-it story.
Theme: A dutiful son to his System mother.
