Chapter 3 Step 1

  The next day at five o'clock, the good alarm clock rang tirelessly. Li Minghui, who was woken up by the ringing, looked at his phone and found that it was already five o'clock. He suddenly woke up, quickly got out of bed, dressed, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and finished everything in ten minutes. Then he hastily ate a steamed bun, drank several big mouthfuls of water, and rushed out the door.

  Because good jobs are hard to find, Li Minghui of this world had no choice but to take up a job called urban beautician, which is simply a cleaner.

  The work of cleaners is well-known, always at no one's time, in silent dedication. Li Minghui was even more miserable, he was not a formal employee of the Environmental Bureau, but a temporary worker, and he was not hired by the Environmental Bureau, but by those with connections and career advancement 'real' cleaners, who were employed by others. Fortunately, his salary was not low, Li Minghui had been working for a year and was considered a familiar face, earning three thousand yuan per month.

  Three thousand yuan in the imperial capital can't do much, if you want to live in a building, don't even think about it. The rent is at least four thousand a month, Li Minghui can't afford it even if he doesn't eat or drink. He can only rent an underground apartment, which is just a small basement.

  Even so, the water and electricity bills for a month in a dwelling of less than ten square meters still cost Li Minghui 600 yuan!

  At 5:20, Li Minghui rushed to the designated cleaning area and spent more than an hour. He finally finished sweeping his area before 7 o'clock, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then hurried back to the basement again.

  The morning's task was finally completed, just as Li Minghui thought he could use the creative software again, a specially set mobile phone ringtone suddenly sounded "Master, there is a call, Master has a call", and Li Minghui knew it was his friend Zhang Wei from this world.

  Thinking of Zhang Wei, Li Minghui felt an unusually familiar feeling, without any strangeness at all, as if he was a person who originally belonged to this world.

  Zhang Wei is the university classmate and roommate who, together with Li Minghui, had a beautiful dream of Tokyo, and like a fool, jumped headfirst into this big dye vat called Tokyo.

  Two people came to the capital together for a year. Zhang Wei was doing this job with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, while Zhang Wei relied on his tall and handsome appearance, and managed to get a promising job as a security guard. After more than a year, Zhang Wei, who was considered an old security guard, also became a security team leader. Although it wasn't a government official position, he could still receive a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan.

  "Old Five, why did you just answer your brother's phone? Don't you want to live anymore?"

  As soon as he picked up his mobile phone, Zhang Wei's loud voice came out of the receiver.

  "Hey, boss, you know it too, my job is exhausting, unlike yours where you can still get a good night's sleep!"

  Li Minghui sues Koudao.

  "Alright, Xiao Wu, you're in luck tonight! I've invited two girls and we'll meet at the usual place tonight. I'm treating you to dinner!"

  Zhang Wei smiled somewhat slyly.

  "Let's go, I'll treat you to a rich man's meal, are you stupid? See you tonight!"

  Li Minghui joked for a few sentences before hanging up the phone and shaking his head.

  Zhang Wei, the leader of Li Minghui's university dormitory, is a standard moonlight clan. Li Minghui couldn't understand it. When he first entered the university, he was as pure and good as a quail, but now he has become like this. However, Li Minghui had no choice but to attend the evening gathering, so Zhang Wei might spend less money.

  He glanced at the time and it was only 7 o'clock. Li Minghui thought excitedly, "Now I can use creative software to code some words!"

  Li Minghui's job, saying it's tiring or not, the key is that it takes up time. It's like after sweeping in the morning, you can rest, but at 10 o'clock, you have to sweep again. After a nap at noon, you have to sweep again at 2 o'clock, and then continue another round after 6 o'clock. In total, it takes about four hours a day, less than five hours. However, after these four rounds, I don't even have the energy to do other things, let alone odd jobs.

  However, there are now three hours of time, and Li Minghui can be said to have started typing.

  Li Minghui hadn't even opened his creative software yet, and he first considered the plot of "Zhu Xian". However, Li Minghui sadly discovered that he was actually unable to express the plot of "Zhu Xian"!

  "Alas!"

  Li Minghui sighed and lamented that he himself didn't have any writing talent, although the plot of Zhu Xian was all in his mind, but he couldn't express it in words.

  But Li Minghui was not discouraged, he himself had no writing talent, what could he do, as long as he had creative software, then he could transform into the top writing genius, the classic works of his past life would be even more classic!

  Then Li Minghui's mind moved, and he no longer hesitated. The thought power in his brain immediately opened the creative software in his brain, and suddenly he thought of the plot of "Zhu Xian" again. At this time, Li Minghui only felt countless inspirations and ideas jumping out of his brain, and as long as he wanted, they could be transformed into words.

  A classic world of immortal slaying, countless wonderful texts, all unfolded in Li Minghui's imagination. Just as Li Minghui was fully immersed in the construction of this world, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, which shocked him awake.

  "Alas!"

  Heaving a sigh, Li Minghui suddenly realized that he was actually inferior to even the children in that ultra sci-fi world when it came to brainpower. Although during these two hours of using creative software, he had been overflowing with inspiration and possessed by the gods, able to write captivating texts, but this state could only last for a mere two hours.

  "Come on slowly now, brain power will improve sooner or later!"

  Li Minghui, however, didn't mind and opened his computer, slowly typing out the outline of the Immortal Slaying story he had imagined. Fortunately, although he was no longer in that incredible state of inspiration, since it had all come to him directly in his mind at the time, Li Minghui's memory of the outline was still very vivid and wouldn't fade anytime soon.

  After writing for about 40 minutes, Li Minghui looked at the text record on Word and found that it only contained a rough outline of about 1,000 words. He sighed, saved the outline, turned off the computer, and continued to head towards the work area.

  Wearing a mask, fully armed, Li Minghui, who has been doing this for over a year, doesn't think it's embarrassing at all. Under the gaze of countless elderly men and women, he sweeps the sanitation with an air of indifference.

  Having done this job for a long time, Li Minghui was sweeping the floor with ease, while his mind was completely empty and resting, recovering his mental strength.

  This way, an hour passed, and Li Minghui finally finished cleaning the sanitation. He checked it again, swept very clean, and Li Minghui returned to the basement with a smile, took off his clothes, washed himself with water, and then threw this slightly dirty clothes into the basin.

  He put on a fresh set of clothes, and Li Minghui excitedly opened his computer again, recalling the plot of "Zhu Xian" in his mind and typing it out one by one. It took about 40 minutes to record around 1,100 words. After checking the time, he saw that it was already 11:40, so he washed his hands and started cooking dinner.

  After drifting in the imperial capital for more than a year, Li Minghui has also grown a lot. At least this cooking is not difficult for him, and because of his picky stomach, he can't get used to eating imperial capital food, so Li Minghui almost always cooks and eats by himself, and his speed is obviously not slow.

  As a Northwesterner, Li Minghui still loves noodles the most. After washing his hands and wiping the small case board clean, he shook a small bowl of dry flour into the flour basin, then sprinkled salt, poured water into the flour basin with his left hand, and slowly stirred it with his right hand. When the flour had gathered together, Li Minghui immediately stopped pouring water and began to knead the dough with both hands. His strength was not small, and the dough quickly became smooth after being kneaded. He then turned the dough over onto the case board and continued to knead until it formed a round shape. With a light press of his hand, he flattened it slightly, and only then did he take out the rolling pin and roll the flat dough into a round shape. After applying some clear oil to the surface of the dough, he placed it in the flour basin, covered it with a small bowl, and in less than ten minutes, the noodles were done!

  Put the pot on the gas stove, pour in water, turn on the gas stove, and then Li Minghui quickly washed and chopped the vegetables...

  It wasn't until everything was settled that Li Minghui had dinner and washed the pot, which was around 12:20.

  The air conditioner was turned on, and Li Minghui lay comfortably in bed, took out a cigarette, and lit it up with relish. Smoking is harmful to health, Li Minghui knew that, but as the saying goes, you can't guarantee living longer than me just because you don't smoke, so why not enjoy it?

  After finishing a cigarette, he felt extremely comfortable and fell asleep without even changing his clothes. If there's one good thing about this basement, it's that it's well-insulated - warm in winter and cool in summer. Except for being a bit damp and dark, it's not bad at all.

  This time, it was the alarm clock that rang again, and Li Minghui got up. After cleaning up, at three o'clock, Li Minghui continued to fight on.

  Two hours was enough for Li Minghui to think of many plots, but the outline was also a rough record, and Li Minghui himself was very familiar with the plot of "Zhu Xian", so by five o'clock, Li Minghui had recorded nearly 5,000 words of the Zhu Xian outline, which was not bad.

  "Didn't expect big brother's typing speed is not bad at all!"

  After working for five hours, and thinking about the plot for seven hours, Li Minghui looked at it as if he was looking at a rare treasure, with a silly smile on his face.

  After waiting until he was busy again, Li Minghui hastily tidied himself up and put on a nearly new casual outfit before heading to a large restaurant.

  Lin Yun restaurant, this is the old place that Zhang Wei told Li Minghui, Sichuan cuisine with rich flavor, fair price and good value, it's the first choice for Li Minghui and Zhang Wei, two sworn brothers and classmates.

  By the time he arrived, Zhang Wei had already come and was very straightforward. He called out to Li Minghui and took him to a small private room.

  At this time, the dishes haven't been served yet, but the wine has already arrived. Zhang Wei had already found three cups and poured them out. He looked at Li Minghui with a sly smile: "Haha, Old Five, you little rascal is late again, not even giving your sister face, let's just say we'll drink three cups first!"

  "Alright, I'm telling you, boss, three cups is no problem, but why are you saying I'm so awkward again?!"

  Li Minghui looked at Zhang Wei's treacherous eyes and said gloomily.

  "Haha, buddy, you're in for a treat! Drink up and you won't regret it!"

  Zhang Wei said with a serious face.

  "Alright, I've done it!"

  Li Minghui's drinking capacity was not bad, and the degree of Yanjing beer was ordinary. Just then he was also thirsty, so without saying a word, he gulped down three cups in one go. However, Li Minghui did not notice that Zhang Wei was smiling unusually slyly at this time...