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nTranslator: Exodus Tales

nEditor: Exodus Tales

n“It’s not her.”

nChen Yu left Chen Yike’s room covering his bruised, left eye. He turned around, and he could see the couch in the living room.

nIt was Chen Erke’s bed.

nThe Chen family lived in a flat that consisted of only two bedrooms. Chen Yu’s parents and Chen Sanke shared the master bedroom while Chen Yu got the guest room to himself, leaving Chen Erke with no choice but to sleep on the couch in the living room. Even Chen Yike’s room was just a separate part of the living room.

nChen Erke was currently lying on the couch on her stomach, doodling on a piece of torn cardboard with a small piece of crayon while swinging her legs back and forth.

nIt obviously wasn’t Chen Erke. She was already so poor, how could she possibly have the money to print anything…?

n“Dad and Mom aren’t that childish either.”

nChen Yu made his way back to his room and shut the door. Staring at the contract in his hand, Chen Yu hesitated for quite some time before picking up the mobile phone that was on his bed to unblock “Transdimensional Marketing” on WeChat.

nChen Yu: “You’re the one that placed the contract in my room, right?”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Sir, you’re finally back! Why did you block me just now?”

nChen Yu: “Don’t try to change the subject! I’m asking you; how did you manage to get the contract in my room?”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Through express delivery.”

nChen Yu: “Do you think I’m uneducated? I’ll report you to the police!”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Why?”

nChen Yu: “Trespassing! It’s an offense!”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Our company always abides by the law.”

nChen Yu: “Don’t bull** me! How did you leave the document in my room? Tell me or I’ll make a police report right now!”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Sir, I have told you: through express delivery!”

nChen Yu: “Which express delivery is that? It’s so powerful that it can even pass through walls!?”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Transdimensional Express Delivery.”

nChen Yu: “Great! Stubborn, huh! You just wait!”

nHe exited WeChat, ignoring the other party’s explanation, and picked up the document to look for his father.

nSuch a terrifying matter had just taken place at home. This was a serious matter.

nHe had to make this clear to the adults.

nBuzz!

nJust when he was about to pull open the door, a metallic buzz rang from behind him!

nChen Yu turned around in an instant and his jaws gradually dropped.

nA spatial distortion could be seen taking place in the middle of his room slowly. Suddenly, a white spiraling hole appeared, and a white folder dropped out of it!

nIt was the same as the folder that Chen Yu found in his room previously!

nBuzz…

nAfter a minute, the hole disappeared into thin air, and everything went back to normal.

nIt was as if nothing had taken place, except that there was a folder lying nicely on the floor….

n“Do… Do I have a fever?”

nSluggishly, Chen Yu felt his forehead. Like a walking zombie, Chen Yu walked to the folder, bending down stiffly to pick it up. He opened it and took out a document.

nProduct Advertisement Contract…

nThe same words were printed on the first page.

n“I really have a fever…”

nOutside the window, white, fluffy clouds drifted past the clear blue sky.

nLike the clouds, Chen Yu’s body felt lighter and lighter.

nIt was unknown how long it had been, but Chen Yu eventually came back to his senses. With trembling hands, he unlocked his mobile phone and entered WeChat. He opened up the chatroom with “Transdimensional Marketing” and typed a message in the text input bar with much difficulty.

nChen Yu: “You sent over another contract?”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Sir! You finally replied! Yes, my company thought that you might be unhappy with the previous contract, so we have re-drafted another one for you. Are you happy with this? This is the best I can offer you within my ability.”

nThud!

nLosing his grip, Chen Yu’s mobile phone slipped from his trembling hand and fell to the ground….

nSix hours later, the light of day drained away gradually, giving way to darkness.

nThe door to Chen Yu’s room swung open, revealing Chen Sanke. “Brother!” she called with her cute voice, waving her hands. “Mommy said it’s dinner time!”

n“Okay. I’m coming.”

nBang!

nChen Sanke left, slamming the door hard.

nDespite being so young, her arm strength was so terrifying…

nChen Yu sat on his bed cross-legged. He put a pause to the conversation between him and “Transdimensional Marketing.”

nChen Yu: “I get it. Give me an hour to think through this.”

nTransdimensional Marketing: “Okay, Mr. Chen.”

nChen Yu turned off his mobile phone and picked up the document that was placed on the side of his bed. He read through every page thoroughly, not missing out on any words. He had already lost count of the number of times he had reread the contract through the entire afternoon.

nAfter conversing with “Transdimensional Marketing” on WeChat for six long hours, Chen Yu finally understood what was going on in general and how bizarre it was.

nIn short, “Transdimensional Marketing” was an advertising agency established in the future that advertised products to audiences of different spacetimes.

nFor example, the Coca-Cola company in 2020 would be advertised in 1820 so as to allow those of the 1820 timeline to learn about it. When Coca-Cola was finally established in 1886, it would already have a customer base because of those who knew about it since 1820. This was the aim of different spacetime advertising.

nDue to time paradoxes, even if people found out about Coca-Cola since 1820, it was impossible for them to create or find a substitution for Coca-Cola. They could only wait until 1886, when the founder of Coca-Cola established the brand. Anyone who tried to create the Coca-Cola brand before 1886 would fail without a doubt.

nAs a famous researcher once said, it was impossible to go back in time and kill one’s grandfather because one’s existence proved that his or her grandfather was alive. This was the idea of a time paradox.

nNot only that though, it also included the parallel universes theory, many-worlds theory, and plenty of other confusing knowledge. It was extremely professional!

nEven if the other party tried his best to explain it in detail to Chen Yu numerous times, he was still unable to understand what was going on.

nBut that technical knowledge wasn’t important to Chen Yu. All he needed to know was that the person who contacted him on WeChat was a salesperson of an advertising agency that was set up in the future. This specific salesperson was in charge of the spacetime Chen Yu was in.

nIn summary, this was a new, epoch-making, impactful, and beyond-time advertising method that sent chills running down one’s spine.

nIf golden opportunities were to be described as a free lunch falling down from the sky, then Chen Yu might have gotten a banquet… Moreover, it was a banquet that many content creators on Bilibili had rejected….

nHowever, being a banquet, there were bound to be inedible dishes that were hidden amongst the good ones. He might die from them if he wasn’t careful.

n“Brother! Time to eat!”

nThe door to his room swung open again. Chen Erke knocked on the door frame unhappily. “Hurry up! Why do I have to invite you out every single day?”

n“Alright! Alright! I’m coming!”

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nChen Yu placed the document aside and jumped off his bed. He followed Chen Erke to the kitchen while weighing the pros and cons of the cooperation.

nAccording to the “Transdimensional Advertising Law” from the future, the contract was exclusive to him. Thus, he would be the only person who could advertise and give reviews of technological products from the future within his timeline if he chose to take up the offer.

nThe benefits of taking up this job were evident: he would become an instant hit worldwide due to the futuristic products that he would be reviewing!

nHowever, huge troubles would come with it.

nIf he were to do a review on a spaceship or something, there might be a chance that, as soon as he woke up the next morning, his house would be mobbed by an ocean of fully armed fellow countrymen asking for it…

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