In the not-so-spacious Buddhist temple, the robot monk's head is shining.

It stretched out its thin arms, took the green banknotes with a skull pattern from Qin Che, counted them, and stuffed the money into the metal box in front of the Buddha statue.

“The transaction is completed.”

The monk's voice sounded too magnetic, which made Qin Che feel subtle disgusting: "I wish you good health, donor Qin."

Qin Che was about to turn around and leave, but the monk spoke again:

"The new special maid robot has arrived in our store, which has more powerful performance. Even after using it, I have praised it. Can I try it?"

"You are a monk." Qin Che frowned.

"My monk's Dharma name explains emptiness. As the saying goes, 'Empty is color, color is emptiness', color is also part of practice." The monk's tone was still gentle: "Practice is the process of experiencing the flavors of life, don't leave any shortcomings. This is what the mechanical holy monk said in the "Silicon Foundation Sutra" left by the Silicon Foundation."

"I can't tell you."

Qin Che was too lazy to discuss Buddhism with this monk, but he just took the black chip from the other party, put on a hat and a headscarf again, and left the temple and returned to the sandstorm.

It is said that the City of Steel has dozens of secret black market trading points distributed in every corner of the slum. Qin Che only knows the locations of three of them, but it is enough.

When I got home, I happened to see Lin Yu stretching and yawning. It seemed that he had finally woken up.

"Are you going to start?" Lin Yu asked, rubbing his eyes.

"right."

Qin Che sat in front of the computer, typing on the "true. mechanical keyboard" made of all metal, and his slender fingers kept wandering on the cold buttons.

This computer was also bought by him from the black market trading point.

Although it is a very backward model in 2087, it is exactly the one that Qin Che likes the most.

The operation method of this thing is most similar to those computers in his original world. The keyboard is not the most common semi-surround three-hundred-key large keyboard in the City of Steel, but the traditional 104 keys.

It is precisely because the configuration of this computer is inconsistent with the mainstream of Steel City that it has been ignored until it was discovered by Qin Che.

Qin Che was a little doubtful whether this thing came from a time traveler. He also asked the monk, but the other party didn't know the specific origin of the computer, and only said that it was found by the scavengers in the desert.

Seeing Qin Che busy, Lin Yu pressed his messy hair with his hand, came to the monitor, and watched the text Qin Che was entering:

"Teacher Xiao Jin is so handsome, I love you so much!"

"Uh..." Lin Yu was speechless for a moment.

After a while of silence, she finally asked: "Why are you praising him? Aren't you going to scold him?"

"When did I say I'd scold him?"

Qin Che laughed, switched to the trumpet and continued to enter the slanderous boasting remarks: "I have bought an automatic posting machine. In the next few days, people will praise him at any time every 24 hours a day, and they will use dozens of templates to rotate without a duplicate."

"Ah..."

Lin Yu approached the screen and looked at the content of the "templates" entered by Qin Che.

Her scalp was numb and she felt so embarrassed that her toes were almost clenched through the floor:

"It's worthy of being Qin Che. You are a good guy in terms of disgusting people..."

...

"Everyone, today's meeting ends here, so I'll go back to practice dancing first. Please look forward to a better me."

After signing the fans, Jin Zhechi shook his numb right hand and waved to the screaming fans, with his idol's essential business smile on his face.

He was wearing black overalls and a white shirt. Although the costumes were stupid, he was too handsome, even a plastic bag on his body could reflect the beauty.

As for why this guy is so handsome, only he and the very few people in the entertainment industry know:

There was once a doctor in the slum of Steel City, who was the best in plastic surgery in the world. Even a dog could become a peerless beauty after a doctor's surgery.

Jin Zhechi, who originally had an ordinary appearance, was the last customer to undergo plastic surgery by this doctor.

As for what happened to the doctor later, only the soldiers hired by Qunxing Entertainment knew about it.

——The fans must not know about plastic surgery. In order to completely block the news, it is necessary to keep the doctor shut up forever.

In fact, the matter of silencing the doctor was first proposed by Jin Zhechi, who was only twenty years old at the time.

To succeed, it is Jin Zhechi's life creed.

It is precisely because of this that he has stood out from a large number of idols and has been popular until now.

Now, Jin Zhechi's career is about to reach its next peak.

His new album "N.T.F.W" will be released soon and is in the early stage of publicity.

Everything is going very smoothly at the moment. The only thing that makes Jin Zhechi care about is that the new album "The Cold-faced Demon Man" by another singer in the City of Steel is about to be released.

It is conceivable that if two people release albums at the same time, there will be fierce competition at that time. However...

Jin Zhechi got into the black high-end car of Qunxing Entertainment, leaned against the couch inside the car, picked up a glass of red wine, and asked the man in black sitting in the front row, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, the assassin is in place and is ready to poison the party a week later. Lao Dai will undoubtedly die."

The man in black didn't look back and his voice couldn't hear any emotion. It was a complete routine.

"I trust you very much, don't let me down."

The idol smile on Jin Zhechi's face turned extremely gloomy at this time, and his eyes were bent and his mouth was grinning, just like a patient in a mental hospital.

There are not many things that can make him really happy, and framing his opponent is one of them.

As for another way to find happiness, of course, it is to watch fans lick themselves every day.

Jin Zhechi buried his body in the soft sofa, took out his mobile phone and opened Weitter, the social software of the City of Steel, and began to search for his name.

As expected, in my own topic circle, another group of little girls are crazily praising them.

"Brother Zhechi is so handsome! I met a real person at the signing meeting today, and he is more handsome than the one on the screen!"

"Wow, really, I'm so envious. I didn't go to pick up scatters in the desert today, and I even encountered mutant insects..."

"I've also gone to pick up the scattered ones, to buy Brother Zhechi's album!"

Seeing that the fans were excitedly discussing themselves, Jin Zhechi continued to grin.

——Of course these fans cannot move him, they will only make him feel ridiculous.

He knew that many little girls lost their lives by picking up scatters in the desert, just to buy the expensive meeting tickets.

But... doesn't this mean that you are very charming?

Jin Zhechi never cared about the life or death of these fans, he only cared about himself.

Looking at his outline in the car window projection, he raised his head intoxicatedly and came a standard forty-five-degree angle:

"I'm still so handsome today."

After enjoying it for a while, Jin Zhechi opened Weite again and searched for fans' praise for their entertainment.

He has always been very keen on his reputation and soon discovered something strange:

"Well...what are the things about these new fans?"

Today, in addition to those familiar old fans, there are some new fans in his WeChat topic circle.

These people also whispered at him, but their remarks made Jin Zhechi feel a little uncomfortable:

"Teacher Xiao Jin is in this state, professional RAP, singing basketball, not drinking water when singing, and now he is so handsome, he really cried. Twenty hours of training a day are indeed effective, and divine hard work rewards!"

——When did I train for twenty hours a day?

Jin Zhechi was a little puzzled. After all, he spent most of his time every day in self-appreciation, and he probably didn't have two hours of practice.

Although I am praising myself, the content of this brag is too exaggerated?

In addition, the following other new fans' remarks seem to be somewhat wrong:

"God rewards hard work!"

"I would like to call Teacher Xiao Jin the most beautiful man in eight thousand years!"

"It's really my luck to be able to live in the same city as such a super handsome guy..."

Looking at the suspected sarcastic remarks, Jin Zhechi frowned slightly, and thought for a moment, picking up the phone to contact his agent:
Chapter completed!