Jin Luoluo, like a matchmaking madam, did her utmost to persuade Dongfang Hong to become the spokesperson for her Luoluo clothing line.
Under her intense gaze, Dongfang Hong felt like he had turned into a skewer of lamb. “Miss Luoluo, although I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, I’m not short of money—and I don’t sell myself.”
“Uh, sell yourself? Handsome guy, what are you talking about? I’m not some pimp~~~ Can you not reject me so quickly? Even if you don’t care about money, as long as you follow me, Jin Luoluo, I can make you famous across the entire country.”
Jin Luoluo thumped her chest in assurance.
With that face of his, he was clearly the type that could charm people of all ages and genders. With his looks, becoming famous across the universe wouldn’t even be a problem.
“Famous across the country?”
“That’s right! With my packaging and promotion, I can definitely turn you into the number one idol superstar of Chu Yun Kingdom—someone adored by girls all over the land.”
“When that happens, the moment you step outside, you’ll be surrounded by countless young female fans—giving you gifts, shaking your hand, even asking for kisses. What a dazzling life—who could compete with that? Handsome guy, if you’re not tempted now, when will you be? What are you waiting for? Hurry and agree!”
Jin Luoluo stared at this walking money tree with eager eyes, screaming inwardly: Say yes, say yes! Handsome guy, give me some face, okay?
Amused, Dongfang Hong avoided her burning gaze.
For some reason, he could usually refuse any woman calmly—but facing her, the words of rejection felt strangely hard to say. What was wrong with him?
“Well, Miss Jin, I’m not interested in becoming famous nationwide. Besides, being too famous isn’t a good thing. If women stare at me everywhere I go, I’d feel like a monkey on display. Shaking hands is fine, but asking me for kisses—that’s far too shocking for me to accept. You’d better find someone else.”
She immediately wailed, “If I could, I would’ve found someone already! The good-looking ones lack character, and the ones with character don’t want the job!”
“Then there’s nothing I can do,” Dongfang Hong said with a smile.
Jin Luoluo still refused to give up. Putting on a heartbroken expression, she said:
“Young master, seeing your refined appearance and clear smile, I thought you were a man who didn’t stick to convention and dared to embrace new ideas. I didn’t expect you to be so conservative and old-fashioned. I’m truly disappointed.”
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That’s ten updates done—there’ll be more tonight. Let me explain about the computer issue: since Jin Luoluo is thriving, a computer is of course essential. At the beginning, I set her as someone who transmigrated from the year 2100, so I’m assuming that by then computers are advanced enough to run on solar energy, meaning they don’t need electricity even in ancient times.
But honestly, this story is meant to be a humorous, over-the-top piece. I got tired of writing serious plots, so I wrote this for fun. It’s not meant to be perfectly logical—it’s all about comedy and exaggeration. So don’t worry too much about the plot holes—just enjoy it with a laugh.
This is a crack story—a truly over-the-top one!

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