MTL - After the Boss Retires, He Becomes Obsessed with Raising Cubs - Chapter 271 The elder brother is a wolf, and the younger brother is Ha 1...

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”

Bao RuanRuan is in an adventure survival game. After practicing his ability to survive MAX, he can clear the level at full level.

But she slipped into a text in the entertainment industry and became a 108-line jerk full of black material, and was terminated by the company.

When Bao Ruanruan woke up, the original body was about to commit suicide, standing on the balcony ten meters high.

She immediately retracted her jumping foot.

-To live is the greatest wealth. If everyone else dies, she has to live!
A month later, Bao Ruanruan, who just wanted to save his life with thin waist, long legs, fair skin and beautiful skin, appeared on the show under the arrangement of the new brokerage company.

The audience strongly resisted and wanted to see her make a fool of herself.
but:

In the restaurant program, everyone else was working hard, but she was the only one who downloaded 18 HowNet papers.

Analysis data: Dodecylbenzenesulfonic acid, the main component of detergent, will enter the bloodstream and cause damage if 0.5% of it remains on the skin. Aussie brand dish soap formula with minimal residue, buy it!

audience:? Order is placed!

In the wilderness life program, everyone else tried to attract the audience, but she was the only one who checked whether the doors and windows could be closed normally and whether there were any criminals on the scene.

He also took out multivitamin tablets, grape seeds, cod liver oil, foot soaking bucket, traditional Chinese medicine foot soaking bag, and cervical spine massager, and placed them on the head of his bed with devotion.

audience:? ! Buy it now, or it will be out of stock again!

In the crew, other actors are listening to the director’s instructions, trying to shine in front of the camera.

Only Bao Ruanruan walked over to the pool where she was playing with her hands behind her back.

“Director, this pool is 2 meters deep? If I fall in this posture, there is a risk of more than 0.5% hitting my head, which is very dangerous. I suggest changing the posture.”

Security Expert: She’s right!

audience:! !

In various shows, the male and female supporting roles and villains who hate her and want to settle accounts with her.

But Bao Ruanruan had long since fled far away, dragging a small bench and wearing a mask.

“The world is too dangerous, I’m going on a voyage. You guys are arguing slowly, I’ll go first~”

Male & Female: ? ?

Bao Ruanruan just wanted to live a good life, work part-time to make money, buy some ginseng, snow lotus, bird’s nest, live in the Jinting community, which is said to have first-class security measures in the imperial capital, and then leave the circle safely.

But in the end, she was on fire!

Not only the first in the circle, but also the best female artist in the audience.
Everyone was amused by her, liked her true temperament, and hoped that she would live on the TV screen for the rest of her life!

When the media asked her how she managed to make the audience like it.

Soft package: ? Misunderstanding, never. I just want to live another five hundred years.

audience:? ?

Fan: “After powdering Ruan Ruan, my cervical spondylosis is cured, and my asthma is also cured.”

“Zizai is ordering me. Last time I almost forgot to turn off the gas, she saved my life!”

“After the goose said to be wary of strangers, I successfully reported a fugitive bad guy!”

audience:! !

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The agent, Xue Jing, is one of the heirs of the three surnames in the capital.
He wanted to go back to inherit the family business after completing the legend of a gold broker that “no one can hold” in the entertainment industry, but the road was soft.
Xue Jing: I talked to you about a variety show, and I will go tomorrow.
Bao Ruanruan: Do you know what the probability of dying on the road is? You know the probability of a workplace injury—
Xue Jing: !
What, he has a knife!

ps: The heroine retains the super-high physical fitness of the game villain, and is proficient in eighteen martial arts.
– I’m weak, I pretend.
[The superficial cowardly bag is full of goddess. The petite health bag VS the appearance is arrogant and the inside is black. The investor’s agent male protagonist]

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One-sentence introduction: Going hard, becoming popular in the entertainment industry
Purpose: work hard to counterattack

- Description from novelbuddy

A failed investor from 2017 got drunk and woke up in the 1980s. China is just opening up, and the economy is blooming. There is also the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the bursting of the Dot-com bubble and other financial crisis. He used his knowledge of the future and slowly build up his empire.

- Description from novelupdates

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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