Cheng Meili transmigrates and becomes a spoiled, lazy glutton, then gets packed off to work as an apprentice at a machinery factory. Everyone laughs that she won’t last three days, but Cheng Meili binds herself to the [Emotion Exchange System]. She can get whatever she wants just by making a fuss! Face cream and fine cotton dresses are only the beginning. Today she complains that grease has stained her new dress; tomorrow she argues a sharp-tongued old master craftsman to tears. The whole factory sees her as a menace, but the cold, celibate factory director, Lu Chuan, is always there to clean up her messes with a stony face. Cheng Meili’s eyes light up. Isn’t the biggest “troublemaker points” ATM none other than the director himself? So she takes things up a notch, turning the factory upside down just to watch Director Lu get a headache over her. But as she keeps causing trouble, she notices his gaze growing increasingly strange. Then he corners her against a wall. “Cheng Meili, if you keep this up, you’ll be causing trouble at my house for the rest of your life.”
Dear readers, please beg for monthly tickets, recommendation votes, and add a bookshelf. Cheng Meili's fingers were nervous for me when she was flipping through the documents. At least she has a special honorary title. Only your votes can keep me alive.
Quickly hand over your monthly pass and recommendation vote, then add it to your bookshelf and take it away. Hey-hey
"What?" Pierre's eyes widened in confusion. His trembling and helpless look was just like the poor author who was hiding behind the screen and typing crazily. He was holding a broken bowl and looking at everyone helplessly: "Bosses, please give me monthly tickets... Please recommend... Please add bookshelves..."
Cheng Meili touched the lid of the box slowly and said nonsensically: "A poor author gave it to me in a dream, saying that it contains the monthly tickets and recommendations that he relies on for survival, and that he needs it to be added to the bookshelf."
Qin Tiesheng stared at her, his voice dry due to the extreme shock: "When did you derive this algorithm? The speed of your brain to derive the formula... Is simply faster than the poor author outside the screen crying for monthly passes, recommendations, and bookshelves!"
"Next one." Cheng Meili's red lips parted slightly, and her fingertips tapped carelessly on the table. Her oppressive eyes swept over the remaining people who were sweating coldly, as if through the void, she was issuing an ultimatum to everyone on behalf of a poor author: hand over your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets, and add the books to the bookshelf honestly, otherwise the gun in Lu Chuan's hand would not have eyes.
The poor author kneels down and begs for monthly tickets, recommended tickets, and bookshelf collections - dear readers, those who have tickets will support them, and those who don't have tickets will save them. Every click you make is the warm breath of the author who is struggling to survive in the cold wind of the Gobi Desert. I am grateful and grateful.
Asking for a monthly ticket! Please recommend! I beg you guys, please add it to your bookshelf to stay safe!
The poor author says weakly here: Dear readers, for the sake of Lao Qin's high blood pressure, please give me monthly votes, recommend votes, and add it to the bookshelf!
The poor author raised a small speaker in the corner: Dear readers who see this, please vote for me, please recommend me, please add me to the bookshelf! Your support is the motivation for Lu Chuan to confess!
Dear readers, please beg for monthly tickets, recommendation votes, and add a bookshelf. Cheng Meili's fingers were nervous for me when she was flipping through the documents. At least she has a special honorary title. Only your votes can keep me alive.
Quickly hand over your monthly pass and recommendation vote, then add it to your bookshelf and take it away. Hey-hey
"What?" Pierre's eyes widened in confusion. His trembling and helpless look was just like the poor author who was hiding behind the screen and typing crazily. He was holding a broken bowl and looking at everyone helplessly: "Bosses, please give me monthly tickets... Please recommend... Please add bookshelves..."
Cheng Meili touched the lid of the box slowly and said nonsensically: "A poor author gave it to me in a dream, saying that it contains the monthly tickets and recommendations that he relies on for survival, and that he needs it to be added to the bookshelf."
Qin Tiesheng stared at her, his voice dry due to the extreme shock: "When did you derive this algorithm? The speed of your brain to derive the formula... Is simply faster than the poor author outside the screen crying for monthly passes, recommendations, and bookshelves!"
"Next one." Cheng Meili's red lips parted slightly, and her fingertips tapped carelessly on the table. Her oppressive eyes swept over the remaining people who were sweating coldly, as if through the void, she was issuing an ultimatum to everyone on behalf of a poor author: hand over your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets, and add the books to the bookshelf honestly, otherwise the gun in Lu Chuan's hand would not have eyes.
The poor author kneels down and begs for monthly tickets, recommended tickets, and bookshelf collections - dear readers, those who have tickets will support them, and those who don't have tickets will save them. Every click you make is the warm breath of the author who is struggling to survive in the cold wind of the Gobi Desert. I am grateful and grateful.
Asking for a monthly ticket! Please recommend! I beg you guys, please add it to your bookshelf to stay safe!
The poor author says weakly here: Dear readers, for the sake of Lao Qin's high blood pressure, please give me monthly votes, recommend votes, and add it to the bookshelf!
The poor author raised a small speaker in the corner: Dear readers who see this, please vote for me, please recommend me, please add me to the bookshelf! Your support is the motivation for Lu Chuan to confess!