Chapter 12: Sis, you're using me as a racial slur for Japanese people, aren't you?

[Longquan Sword, ancient forging method, cuts through iron like mud; ￥23.4]

[A string of Five Emperor Coins, five coins: ￥1.05]

[Junior Tea Master, zero-foundation teaching, 30-minute guaranteed mastery: ￥0.12]

[Dunhill Lighter: ￥16.2]

In the early hours of the morning, Lin Mo took off his headphones. Having fulfilled his promise to help Yuan Meng climb the ranks, he checked his phone and saw that new products had indeed refreshed.

How should he put it? The quality of the products refreshed today was significantly higher than the last time, but it was also a bit frustrating—why was there always something dangerous?

It was either firearms and ammunition or regulated knives. What was he supposed to do with these, slaughter pigs?

Even if it could cut through iron like mud, it wasn't like he could go to a scrap yard to hack away at things every day. As for selling them for cash, he figured it wouldn't be easy; it would be much harder than selling gold.

He immediately searched on his computer and discovered that the most valuable item was actually the lighter, worth about two thousand yuan.

As for the Five Emperor Coins, the online answers fluctuated between several hundred and several thousand yuan; of course, some could go for tens of thousands, but that depended on supply and demand.

He didn't know much about antique coins himself, and even if he wanted to sell them, finding a buyer would be a hassle. To him, real cash was better.

Regarding the lighter, although it was worth two thousand, if he sold it, it would be considered second-hand, and it wouldn't come with any invoice or receipt. This was evident from the previous gold bracelet and sulfur facial cleanser.

No packaging, no receipt, no certificate—a simple "three-no" product.

He wasn't sure how much a second-hand lighter would be worth, and if he kept it, he didn't have the habit of using such an expensive lighter to show off.

After a moment of thought, Lin Mo decisively chose the Junior Tea Master.

Though it sounded a bit unrefined, it wasn't like he was being asked to become a "green tea bitch"; rather, it was a practical skill.

He was still a student, and his current goal was self-improvement; learning something new wouldn't hurt him.

After all, when navigating the world, having many skills is never a burden; who knows, he might need it one day.

Moreover, since selling the gold bracelet last time, he wasn't short on money for the moment. He wasn't a big spender; he used to top up for games, but now people helped him get skins. The rest was just food and drink—how much could that even be?

As the 0.12 yuan payment went through, a teaching video appeared on his phone.

Lin Mo quickly lay down to watch the video. It was simple: a woman dressed in traditional tea attire explaining things while brewing tea.

The content was mostly just "blah blah blah, babble babble."

But the miraculous part was that the corresponding knowledge quickly appeared in Lin Mo's mind, including tea art techniques, key movements, and a preliminary appreciation for tea leaves and utensils.

Of course, this was all entry-level knowledge, but even so, an ordinary person wouldn't know it without deliberate study, as they wouldn't encounter such things in daily life.

Although the woman in the video was speaking, her tea-making movements were as smooth as flowing water. She gave off a sense of profound tranquility, making one feel very relaxed, and possessed an air of unhurried composure.

Soon, half an hour passed. Putting down his phone, Lin Mo rubbed his head; it felt a bit sore and bloated, as if his "memory" was full and his brain was suffering from indigestion.

However, this feeling of rapid learning from nothing was truly fascinating.

Because he had just learned a new skill, he even felt an impulse to get up immediately and brew a pot of tea.

But remembering he had no tea at home, he ultimately gave up.

After tossing and turning for a while, Lin Mo finally fell asleep.

Although staying up late was a common occurrence during his school days, his routine had become more normal since entering the workforce, because if you stay up late, you truly can't get up the next day.

The next day, as the alarm rang, Lin Mo got up to wash as usual.

He was on his third day of using the facial cleanser, and his skin looked even better. The acne marks on his face had almost vanished; one wouldn't notice them unless looking very closely.

His skin was definitely that of a "pretty boy" among males, even fairer than most girls. His pores had also tightened; even though it was summer, his face wouldn't get oily all day, which was quite nice.

Timing it perfectly, Lin Mo sat at his workstation on time to prepare for the day's work.

Suddenly, Yuan Meng's voice came from beside him.

"I don't understand!"

The single sentence startled him. Fortunately, it was "Old Yuan" and not "Old Jiang."

"Sister Yuan, don't scare me like that. What don't you understand?" Lin Mo said while opening his computer.

He had become immune to the fact that Yuan Meng was never in her own sales department but was always next to him.

Before Liu Ruyan arrived, no one could control her; now that Liu Ruyan was here, who could?

Even though Yuan Meng didn't like the other woman, her connections were clearly established. Why should he worry about a big shot's business?

"I don't understand! You, who usually doesn't even know how to do skincare, are almost catching up to me! I spend a lot of money on skincare; I haven't stopped using various products since elementary school. The advantage should be mine!"

Yuan Meng stared at his face, her small head filled with giant question marks.

Moreover, she was certain that Lin Mo's skin was even better than yesterday, as she had been observing him quite a bit.

Lin Mo:...

"I told you, it's the sulfur facial cleanser. But you'd better not just try anything blindly; it might just be that I'm particularly suited for this one."

He was afraid that in a moment of impulse, Yuan Meng would order it online. If it didn't work, that would be one thing, but he feared side effects. After all, many bloggers had tested it and called it a "IQ tax."

"I'm not stupid. What if my face gets ruined?" Yuan Meng rolled her eyes at him, but looking at Lin Mo's increasingly better skin, she felt a surge of doubt: "You're up to something, kid!"

"I am not!"

"No, you are. I heard that after 'that kind of thing,' skin gets better. Could it be that you've been... well-nourished?"

Lin Mo: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

"I am not!" (extremely loud)

He was as agitated as Tang Sanzang hearing that Zhu Bajie was going back to the Women's Kingdom.

In an instant, everyone in the department looked over.

Terrified, he quickly ducked his head and whispered an explanation. After all, this was not something to joke about; he, a member of the Lin family, was an only child.

"I don't believe you. How about this: tell me how to get better skin. If it really works, Sister Yuan will definitely give you a reward, how about it?"

As she spoke, Yuan Meng opened her WeChat Pay, and the string of zeros made his eyes dizzy.

Lin Mo swore the last time he saw that many zeros was in Chengdu.

"Sister Yuan won't give you empty promises. If it works, 100,000 yuan. Regardless of whether it works, I'll pay a 10,000 yuan deposit first, how about that?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a transfer of 10,000 yuan from Yuan Meng appeared on Lin Mo's phone.

"Uh, this...!"

"Uh what? What, you don't believe me? The amount of money your Sister Yuan spends on her face in a year is far more than this!"

Lin Mo's reaction made Yuan Meng feel insulted. Was she joking? What could a mere 100,000 yuan even do? It couldn't do anything! Could she really be trying to scam him for such a small amount?

For a moment, Lin Mo fell into deep thought. He suddenly realized that this actually seemed like a viable business!

Then, he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Jie jie jie..."

The next second, he took a punch from Yuan Meng.

"Jie my ass! Dammit, just give me a straight answer—surrender—I mean, do you agree or not?"

Lin Mo:...

"Sister, are you treating me like a Japanese person?"

(End of Chapter)