Strategy to Capture Men

Chapter 1 Origins & World Zero: All Routines (1)

Human fortunes are as unpredictable as the weather. Such as Han Yanyan, she died with a quack!

She is also confused.

She drove her car and conceived a new story while driving. The night sky above her head suddenly lit with a dazzling light. Her last memory was about in the white light which made her couldn’t open eyes, and a van rushed towards her, the picture of the memory was fixed then.

In fact, what made her more confused than her dying with a quack was that she had consciousness after she died! It turns out that the soul really exists?

She was standing in a pure white space at this moment. Above the head and below and feet were pure white and bright, but she didn’t know where the light came from. In such a weird space, Han Yanyan didn’t panic but instead walked in a hurry.

Either MengPo Soup or Heaven, there must be a guide in those myths, and Han Yanyan was quite confident that she didn’t need to worry about it.

Sure enough, she only took a few steps, and a voice rang out in the space. But it is neither Meng Po nor Angel, but a robotic electronic synthesizer.

“Han Yanyan, you have been selected.” The voice sounded.

When she heard the name “Han Yanyan”, she was stunned. But she remained calm and didn’t say anything, just quietly sweeping her eyes over the pure white glowing head, hoping to find the provenance of the voice.

No one talked, and after a few embarrassing seconds, the electronic sound had to go on to say, “You have been selected by the ‘Quick-Transmigration World’. Next, you will travel to a different world as a tasker and complete the tasks assigned to you by the system.”

After the surprise brought to her by the name, the word “Quick-Transmigration World” could not bring more astonishment to Han Yanyan. When she heard the electronic sound, she just moved her eyebrows slightly, with her expression remained unchanged.

After experiencing the embarrassment just now, this time the electronic sound no longer played the tricks of cat and mouse, and said straightforwardly: “You will enter different worlds and take different target characters down. I will give you certain capabilities or conditions to assist you to get the tasks done more efficiently. “

The electronic sound uses a word that was familiar to Han Yanyan, it said, “Han Yanyan, what Golden Fingers do you want? You can put it here.”

Alas, “Quick-Transmigration World” had appeared, could “Golden Finger” be far away?

Han Yanyan did not directly ask for Golden Finger, but calmly asked, “Am I dead? I mean, I’m a real person?”

The electronic sound said, “Not yet, but not far from death.”

Han Yanyan frowned.

The electronic sound said, “So you are very lucky to meet me. If you can complete the task I entrusted to you, I will save your body and give you a surprising reward. So now we get to the topic, In the Quick-Transmigration World, what kind of Gold Finger do you want?”

Han Yanyan noticed that the premise of rescuing and rewarding her was “complete the task”. What if it could not be completed? Han Yanyan felt that there was no need to ask, the answer was actually very simple and clear.

She looked down and thought for a moment, and raised her eyes, “If it is a peaceful world, I will have a peerless beauty and extremely wealthy. If it is life-threatening, I will have extraordinary strength.

The electronic sound was silent. Han Yanyan was not in a hurry, so she stood quietly waiting for an answer.
After a long time, the electronic voice said, “Sorry, your request cannot be granted.”

Han Hanyan: “…”

The electronic sound said: “Peerless beauty, extreme wealth and extraordinary strength, the three conditions you listed almost constitute perfect conditions. According to previous experience, those who have perfect conditions have a higher probability of failure. We decided that just give you restricted conditions. “

Han Yanyan keenly captured the keyword “we”.

The electronic sound said, “As for Gold Finger, we will discuss it later. Now, do you have any questions about the task?”

“Yes.” Han Yanyan said, “What is the task? What are the requirements of taking targets down? How is the task completed? What are the criteria?”

“You will enter one or more… definitely several worlds!” the electronic sound said, “in each world, there is a dominating character related to your task. Your goal is to… change him and let him have differences.”

This time, Han Yanyan genuinely showed with a stunning face.

“What the hell is this mission?” She frowned, “How is it a change? How do I know that the target object has changed? What is it measured by?”

The electronic sound “coughed”, “In short, I have my own standard of measurement. This is beyond the scope of your understanding, so don’t ask more.”

What the hell? Others’ quick transmigration, either to approach someone until that person has 100 degrees of favorable impression or to complete the original owner’s will, even if the resolution of the original owner’s obsession is cleared. How come she was so vague?

“You don’t have to worry about these. I scanned you. You are a very potential builder. I am very optimistic about you. You try it first, and it’s simpler… Oh!” The electronic sound said half of it, interrupted suddenly with anxious, “I forgot to mark you!”

The last memory in Han Yanyan’s mind was the mechanical, synthetic electronic voice that said coldly, “Mark.”

Even though the preceding speech showed as a human, this “mark” seems to have suddenly lost all his feelings, and the words outlined by hearing were like a cold machine.

After the icy “mark”, nothing seemed to happen. Han Yanyan was still standing in this white light space, but her brain is hollow, and it seems a little dazed.

She seemed to… forgot something important…

“Well, please prepare, I will send you in.” The electronic sound said, “This is what you do well, I hope you can still do well, don’t let me down. Just as you said, let that… that target fall in love with you if love really can change a person like what you said.”

The electronic sound paused and said coldly, “remember, your body is dying, and whether you can live or not depends on your performance. If you performed well, I can not only save your life but also reward you. But if you disappointed me, I’ll let you run your own course.”

After a moment of trance and loss, Han Yanyan frowned when she heard the words of electronic sounds. There are too many inexplicable things and too many questions to ask, but the electronic sound did not give her any chance to ask questions. After intimidating Han Yanyan, the electronic sound said mechanically and without emotion: “The world is generated.”

The white light disappeared before Han Yanyan’s eyes, and a flash of darkness made her eyes closed involuntarily.

At the moment when her eyes were closed, a lot of information poured into her head.

Here… it was a modern metropolis. She, Han Yanyan, was a grass-root, white-collar worker, who was wandering in a metropolis and barely able to support herself. She rented a house, had no immovable property-real estate, spent all her salary every month. So to speak, she was very poor.

After receiving the background information and his own personal information, Han Yanyan looked down, held the mug in her hand, and looked around again. The place she was in seemed to be a tea room. When she was thinking, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and a girl’s excited face popped up, “Yanyan! Yanyan! Come soon! Someone sent you flowers!”

She grabbed Han Yanyan’s wrist and pulled her out while she speaking.

Li Yan, was a colleague, roommate of Han Yanyan.

Information is quickly generated in Han Yanyan’s mind. She was pulled away by Li Yan, and as she stepped out of the threshold, a living world unfolded in front of her eyes.

Lined office space, typing keyboards sound, phone calls, the sound of document turning, conversation… This was a busy office. At this time, several female colleagues were crowding around her work station, seeing her come out and joking about her.

“Yanyan, is this a boyfriend?”

“It’s not cheap for such a large bouquet of perfume lilies.”

“Wow, I’m so envious.”

Before Han Yanyan saw it, the aroma came first. She walked over, with others turning away, a large bunch of lilies lying quietly on her desk, which was particularly piercing.

The owner returned, her colleagues joked a few words and returned to work. Han Yanyan sat back in her seat and pulled out the card between the flowers to open it.

[Thank you. –Zheng Yao]

Also, a check of 100,000 yuan was attached to the card.

Everything that the eye saw was converted into a signal that was fed back to the brain. Many information that had not been available before were triggered and activated in a second, as if that information had been there all the time, and waiting for any keywords to trigger.

Zheng Yao, CEO of Zheng’s Group, the foremost rich man in city C.

Two nights ago, Zheng Yao’s mother had an accident and needed a blood transfusion. She is RH negative, a rare blood type. Coincidentally, Han Yanyan who went to the hospital to visit a friend was also RH negative, and she rolled up his sleeves and donated blood immediately.

Everyone turned around the noble lady, and Han Yanyan, who had donated blood, left without a word. In the corridor, a group of men in black suits broke in like a gust of wind. Leaving no chance, they pulled her aside and cleared the way for the men in the crowd. Han Yanyan was in dizziness after donating so much blood. She hit the wall suddenly and her head swollen. She fainted for a long time and left slowly.

For the man, she didn’t even see a back view, because her sight was blocked by a group of big men in black suits, and she only heard leather shoes stepping on the floor, hurriedly and forcefully.

Of course, “Han Yanyan” so far was more like a character, a symbol. The real Han Yanyan opened her eyes to this world only two minutes ago.

Han Yanyan held the thank-you card and cash check at this moment. The activated information in her mind made her knew that the man surrounded by the black suit that night was Zheng Yao, the man she wanted to approach in this world.

At that time, he just got off the plane. He came all the way from the airport as soon as he heard the news of his mother’s accident. It’s a filial son, but he doesn’t take others seriously, such as a passerby clerk like Han Yanyan. For Han Yanyan, she almost saved Mrs. Zheng’s life, but there were only the words “thank you”, not to say in person.

Of course, there was still a check of 100,000 yuan. This was not a trivial matter. In fact, Han Yanyan had just worked for less than a year, and her salary was less than 100,000 a year.

For a small employee like Han Yanyan, 100,000 yuan was too much. For the rich and powerful man like Zheng Yao, the problems that money can solve were no problems.

The story between them was typical like domineering CEO and Cinderella.

When Han Yanyan was not famous before, she could not make money through her writing, and she made living for being a gunman for others. She can write 30,000 words a day, and the stories were similar to the story between the domineering CEO and Cinderella. She wrote to vomit. No wonder the electronic sound said “this is what you’re good at”, which was right.

Hey, domineering CEO… Han Yanyan moved his mouth slightly, put the card in the drawer, tore the check into pieces, and threw it into the trash can.

Domineering CEO saw too many women were snobs, therefore, who could attract such a man must be a Cinderella who is upright, kind, pure and does not love money at all!

Translator’s Notes:
Meng Po Soup: a kind of soup in Chinese folklore that you can forget all your memories about troubles and all your love and hatred after drinking.

Gold Finger: it means a kind of strong ability provide the protagonist with effortless access.