The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 237 - 238 The Nian Familys Project
Chapter 237: Chapter 238: The Nian Family’s Project
Chapter 237: Chapter 238: The Nian Family’s Project
Small wooden house.
Living room.
On the sofa, Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe each sat on one side.
In the middle of the two was a virtual screen, displaying some information about the Nian Family.
Nian Shutong, having received a briefing, summarized, “The Chi Family is a first-class family, under which is the second-class Tang Family, and below them is the third-class Nian Family.”
“The Nian Family is mainly responsible for planting sugarcane for sugar production.”
“Right.”
Nian Shutong couldn’t help but find it amusing; after all the back and forth, they were back to sugar, which she had been thinking about buying some of.
With habitual tapping of her fingers on the table, Nian Shutong thought about the fact that there was only brown sugar in the interstellar space, while she now had white sugar, but certainly not enough of it.
The Nian Family, being the dedicated planter for the Tang Family, must have a very large area, enough to supply all of All Star.
“So, the Nian Family wants you to go back because they wish to please whom?”
Nian Shutong didn’t kill those two men because she thought it best to let them go back with a message, preferably one that believed Fu Yunhe was already dead.
After all, his Light Computer could no longer be traced, which in the interstellar was as good as being dead.
“Not sure, there was no trace left on the Star Network, it must have been some agreement reached in reality.”
Nian Shutong understood; she pulled back her tapping fingers and leaned back on the sofa, her gaze drifting toward the door.
“Since that’s the case, let’s start with sugar to get our hands dirty,” said Nian Shutong, who was best at protecting her own.
Fu Yunhe, now recognized by her, was off-limits to bullies.
“Xiao He, arrange for the increase in planting sugar beets, the more the better. Have each household take on tasks; the more they complete, the greater the rewards.”
“Understood, I’ll go right away,” Fu Yunhe stood up, walking toward the door.
At the doorway, he turned to Nian Shutong and said thank you again.
“It’s nothing.”
Nian Shutong didn’t even move; she truly didn’t care much.
Fu Yunhe nodded slightly and walked out, his light footsteps making his good mood easy to see.
After Fu Yunhe left, Nian Shutong immediately summoned Xiao Ba.
“Xiao Ba, when can you give me the sugarcane seedlings? We’ve been attacked at home; wouldn’t it be a loss of face for the system if we don’t fight back?”
“Beep! For opening up new territory, the host is rewarded with sugarcane seedlings; please check your receipt.”
“Host, crush them!”
One second it was the formal system voice, the next it was filled with rage and encouragement.
“I know, don’t worry.”
Now that she had received the sugarcane seedlings, Nian Shutong wasn’t in a rush and first inquired about what Xiao Ba and Daodao were up to.
“Master, Daodao has been looking for money-making opportunities for you lately.”
“Host, Xiao Ba is just browsing around.”
“Okay, Daodao, have you found anything?” Nian Shutong really wanted to make money because there was a Rubble-brand money-eating beast to feed at home.
She quite liked that little robot that dismantled Mechas.
With fifty percent of interstellar conflict involving Mecha combat, having such a robot would be advantageous should she ever have something like sworn enemies.
She didn’t doubt for a moment that she would have plenty of enemies.
She may keep a low profile for now, but her ability to stir up trouble was definitely top-notch.
“Master, Daodao really did find a suitable opportunity and was just about to inform the master,” Daodao said.
“Oh? Let’s hear it.”
“There’s a song contest—”
After Daodao’s explanation, Nian Shutong only caught the part about five million Star Coins.
“Sign up for it, and from now on, we must actively participate in such events, understood?”
There’s still “at least” three billion Star Coins to consider at the Rubble end!
“Understood, master, I’ve signed up already. Daodao will pick a song.”
Daodao went to select songs, and Nian Shutong took a moment to glance at the website for the song solicitation. It was hosted by the Royal Family, with quite the significant background—no wonder the prize was so rich.
His creative goal was for those who always worked behind the scenes on the battlefield. Although they were not fighting the Insect Race on the front lines, their contributions definitely should not be overlooked.
They would clean the battlefield covered in blood, deliver a meal through mud and mire just for you, brave the sun and wind to clean your Mecha, and endure the raging storm to provide you with all the support you needed.
With blessings and expectations, they watched these people stand on the podium, receiving their glory.
But in reality, behind this glory, there was also a part of it that belonged to them.
Having read the promotional material, Nian Shutong felt a shared sentiment. The Royal Family really had a knack for understanding the hearts of people.
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No matter what, this song was a tribute to those unsung heroes.
“Master, I’ve found a song!”
“That fast?”
Nian Shutong quickly joined Daodao to listen to the song, and after doing so, there was only one feeling.
The male voice had to be the one!
Daodao had found several versions, but only this one possessed the most power, the kind that truly inspired listeners.
“Do we need to make any changes?”
“Don’t change anything, just submit it like this.”
Daodao obediently sent the song to the submission email for the song solicitation.
Just like a poetry selection, ten songs would be chosen, and all netizens could vote for their favorite.
Having dealt with this, Nian Shutong no longer concerned herself with it. She took her sugarcane seedlings to find the right place to plant them.
As for sugar, if you’re going to do it, go big.
Who said there were only White Sugar and brown sugar?
She was going to create a variety of sugar so intriguing that, no matter who was behind it all, it would leave them no time for anything else.
The best part would be if she never found out who it was.
After all, protecting someone wasn’t just lip service.
Everything in the small wooden house continued smoothly—farming, then more farming.
On the other side, the song selection committee had almost had enough of listening.
In a room, twenty people sat neatly arranged.
They didn’t filter the songs individually; a song needed the simultaneous approval of fifteen out of twenty people to proceed to preliminary selection.
After preliminary selection, the number of listeners would increase.
A song that resonated with people, that was a good song.
A long-haired man with a somewhat delicate appearance sat at the head. He leaned back with his eyes closed, a finger lightly lifted.
“Play.”
He was the leader of these twenty people, with the power to veto any choice—Le Aige.
Le Aige was a top music producer in the interstellar space; had the Crown Prince not been good friends with him, he would not have bothered attending the preliminary selection in person.
The intro began, somewhat solemn.
Le Aige’s eyes remained closed, but his eyebrows slightly raised—a bit of interest, but not quite enough.
The intro continued, and suddenly a word emerged, appearing out of nowhere, breaking the solemnity and introducing a storyteller.
Le Aige was a bit more interested now, though his eyes were still closed.
“Brave—everyone.”
“Your forehead’s wound, your differences, your mistakes.”
“None—need to hide.”
“Your tattered doll, your mask, your ego.”
“They say to bring light to tame every beast.”
“They say to mend your wounds because no one loves a clown.”
“Why isn’t solitude glorious?”
As the chorus built to its climax, Le Aige’s eyes opened.
The lyrics were on point.
