Chapter 219: I’m Just a KPI Porter
After a week of work, the instant noodle production line was finally assembled.
The people from the Shanghai food factory also happily returned home.
At the same time, Master Jin had finished developing the seasoning and sauce packets for the scallion pork bone flavor.
When they tried it, Director Tian cried.
It wasn’t that he was pathetic or had never eaten good food—it was because he tasted the flavor of memory.
Back when his mother was alive, during New Year’s when they couldn’t afford meat, she would buy a few bones. The butcher had stripped them clean, not a shred of meat left.
His mother would smash the bones into small pieces and simmer them for hours until a layer of oil floated up.
She would skim that oil, let it cool, and that became bone oil.
When making noodles, she’d add a spoonful and sprinkle scallions—heavenly flavor.
With the recipe confirmed, the next step was solving mass production.
Also, upgrading the production line had to be put on the agenda.
Su He quietly swapped out several key parts, so well disguised that no one could tell from the outside.
She had to admit—the goods from the Exchange were high quality, even the counterfeits were convincing.
Recently, she noticed the Exchange often went silent, only saying it was “out hunting mobs,” acting all rich and arrogant.
One day she asked, “Doggy, tell me the truth—have you been out scamming people lately?”
[Host, mind your wording! Besides, I learned all this from you. How can you accuse yourself?]
Su He: …Well now, its tongue’s gotten sharp!
Looks like going out to play did exercise its brain.
But Su He never indulged arrogance.
She smirked, “Since you’ve got skills now, you don’t need me to create KPIs for you anymore. Guess we’ll each mind our own business.”
The Exchange was dumbfounded!
It had been too busy grinding mobs and stashing away money—it forgot all about KPIs!
[Host, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.]
Su He sneered, “If apologies were enough, what would we need officials for?
You better show sincerity in action. Tell you what—you must’ve earned quite a bit lately. Transfer 100,000 yuan into my account.”
The Exchange: “……”
Why don’t you just rob me?!
I worked hard, tricking—uh, earning—every single coin, and you open your mouth asking for a hundred grand?!
After bargaining, it ended up transferring her 1,000 yuan.
It even displayed a “crying storm” emoji on the interface.
Su He: “……”
The Exchange really wanted to bawl, but it didn’t have tears to shed.
After talking with other systems lately, it realized it was the most pitiful one!
Other systems treated their hosts like beasts of burden, squeezing them dry however they wanted. But with it, things were flipped!
Just then, Su He grinned and said, “Doggy, I’m actually helping you!
What use is your money? At best, buying skins!
Now that you’re a thinking system, what good are flashy skins?
Instead, transfer it to me, I’ll buy things from you with it, and you’ll complete your KPIs.
I’m basically your KPI porter, helping you for free.
So why not just give me the rest of your stash too? It’s wasted with you.”
The Exchange felt something was off, but no matter how it thought, it couldn’t find a flaw.
Experience told it—Su He was definitely conning it.
So it shut down.
Because if she kept talking, it would probably hand over its entire savings.
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Meanwhile, in the Imperial Capital, Gu Chiyan finally received Su He’s package.
As usual, he washed his hands before opening it.
Inside was a letter, a wallet, and a four-inch photo of Su He.
Seeing her photo, his heart pounded, sweetness blooming in his chest.
He ignored the wallet for now and opened the envelope.
Three full pages of her handwriting—his heart grew even warmer.
As expected, now that their relationship was confirmed, Comrade Su He cared more deeply about him.
He read the letter over and over before tucking it back.
Then he opened the wallet—and found a one-inch photo inside.
For a moment, fireworks burst in his mind.
Comrade Su He was truly thoughtful!
She must want to accompany him at all times, so she tucked her photo into his wallet.
Bursting to share his joy, he returned to the Gu household.
At dinner, the atmosphere was as oppressive as always, silent under the rule of “no talking while eating.”
Afterward, he said to the old master, “Grandfather, I have something to tell you.”
Seeing his lovestruck expression, Old Master Gu knew it couldn’t be good, but still took him to the study.
Gu Chiyan presented the wallet, “Grandfather, this was a gift from Su He.”
The old man gave it a glance, wanting to say something cutting. But since he’d already “officially stopped opposing” the relationship, he forced himself to say, “She’s… thoughtful.”
Gu Chiyan nodded earnestly, “Yes, Comrade Su He values our bond greatly. She not only mailed me a large photo, but even placed a small one in the wallet.”
The old man thought, Value? That’s a trick!
Every time you open the wallet, you’ll see her face and think of her!
But his silly grandson ate it up.
What on earth was so special about this Su He to bewitch such an outstanding grandson?
He wanted to take the photo out for a look, but Gu Chiyan tucked the wallet away.
The old man didn’t insist. How pretty can a country girl be? At best a modest little jade.
Then Gu Chiyan brought up her instant noodle production line.
The old man snorted, “Even Shanghai’s food factory couldn’t pull it off. You think a county factory can? It’ll end in failure!”
Gu Chiyan smiled, “I believe in Comrade Su He—she’s a wise girl. By the way, Grandfather, I’d like to discuss the article she published last time…”
Old Master Gu cut him off, “…Chiyan, I’m feeling drowsy. Another day.”
Only when his grandson left did the old man slam the table in frustration. That brat did it on purpose!
But he couldn’t say much now.
Fine, when the time comes and she visits in person, he’d make sure that girl knew her place!
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The next morning, the newspapers arrived.
After glancing through Huaxia Daily, Old Master Gu picked up Qiu Wen News.
In a corner, he spotted an article titled, “Huaihua Faces the Sun, Spring Fills the Garden—Workers and Peasants as One Family.”
He nodded. Good writing! Much better than that Su He.
Look at the phrasing, the theme—ten streets ahead of her!
Then he looked at the byline:
“Su He, An County Broadcasting Station, Beiliao Province.”
Old Master Gu: “……”
