My System Forces Me to Live off Women-Chapter 51 - 49: Preparing for the Readers’ Meetup
In the chat group [Waves and Tides]...
Alpha Female CEO, Chen Aohong: "What’s going on? I’ve been away for just a moment, and there are so many messages already?"
Third Time’s the Charm, Xiaosan: "Yeah, what’s up with that? Are you guys each wielding a Gatling gun and firing away? So much blabbing noise!"
Representative of the Slums: "Can we get a war correspondent here, I’m too lazy to scroll back."
Runaway Bride Loving Mother, Jiang Yanfu: "To explain, the author said he’s going to Wuzhen for a business trip and would do some sightseeing along the way. Then Old Huang and a few others in the group from Hangzhou started competing fiercely for the title of tour guide, each showcasing their knowledge of Zhejiang’s history, scenery, food, and culture, presenting incredibly detailed tour plans to prove their suitability for the job. (In reality, they just Googled guides, and they don’t really want to be tour guides; they probably just want to lead the author astray, hilarious!)"
Runaway Bride Loving Mother, Jiang Yanfu: "Then, as they couldn’t outtalk each other, they started personally attacking, insulting, bribing and threatening each other, even demanding the other reveal their addresses, planning to show up in person out of spite... They’re all from Zhejiang, all fellow country folk, but they fought like cats and dogs over being the author’s tour guide, every one of them with 380 tricks up their sleeves!"
Runaway Bride Loving Mother, Jiang Yanfu: "In the end, the author couldn’t take it anymore, advised them to stop fighting, and even mentioned wanting to treat Hangzhou fans in the group to a meal, spread the love around, and then he disappeared."
"Thanks for the recap, thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Huh? But I’m in Shenyang, thousands of miles away, can’t make it!"
"Whoa, is this a perk? So envious of Hangzhou book friends, when will the author come to Mengzhou for a business trip? We want some too!"
"I’m in Zheli Water City, not far from Hangzhou, want to go!"
"I’m a Hangzhou native, are you really treating us? Time, location, what’s on the menu? Clarify, please."
"(Eagerly) The author is finally going to show their face, please take photos and post them in the group so I can have a good look!"
(Admin) The Nightmare of Nine Billion Boys: "Mehahaha, better to take advantage of the author than not, even if it costs money, I’ve booked my flight! I’ll take the pictures! Wait for me to post!"
(Admin) Talkative Lolita: "Where’s the author? How come they run off after saying a few words! Is this real or not?"
There were quite a few private chats too...
Lost Deer: "(Giggling while covering mouth) Are you really having a book fan gathering in Hangzhou, little brother? Big sis isn’t from Hangzhou, but really wants to go, can you set another place at the table? I eat very little."
Next Door Old Huang: "Why aren’t you responding? Give me a definite answer, if you’re sure about treating, I’ll help you organize!"
Next Door Old Huang: "Or how about hosting an offline book fan meetup? Also food, chatting, playing games, just like that."
Li Peifeng didn’t expect the book fans to be so enthusiastic, quite a few people wanted to come. Since that was the case, he might as well take advantage of the opportunity and make it a bit bigger. The offline meetup suggested by Old Huang was a pretty good idea.
He’d treat them to a few meals, give away some gifts, and for those who couldn’t make it, he’d simply mail the gifts to them. This way, he could repay the favor from the ’flesh picture for red envelopes’ incident back then.
Otherwise, if he did nothing, Li Peifeng would feel uneasy, as if he truly owed money, even though the readers back then voluntarily and generously helped him.
But, return a drop of kindness with a fountain of gratitude.
"Alright, let’s organize an offline meetup, thank you for your help, but we still need to discuss..."
Having come up with an idea, Li Peifeng picked up his phone to type a reply, discussing the specifics of the meetup with his loyal fan, Next Door Old Huang.
On the other hand, Zhao Qingge also discreetly picked up her phone, opened the TT app to see what Li Peifeng had been talking about in the group, shielding her phone with the book page so he wouldn’t see anything.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Qingge scrolled through the chat history, full of doubt: "Not many people are talking in this group, the last message was an hour ago..."
Upon closer inspection, that’s right.
In [Worldly Breeze Book Friend Group ①], no one was talking about "author on a business trip," "treating to a meal," or "offline meetups."
"What’s going on?"
Zhao Qingge glanced over at Li Peifeng, who was still typing and chatting away. She reached out and nudged him: "You weren’t talking in the group either."
Li Peifeng turned his head to glance over, trying to see her phone but found that the entire screen was covered by a book page, leaving him clueless. He playfully said, "Another group."
"?"
"I created a new book fan group, added all those who sent me red envelopes that day."
Zhao Qingge’s expression changed, oh, are you playing favorites now?
Daring to rank readers, putting ordinary readers in one group, genuine readers in one, alliance members in another, and silver alliance in yet another?
You’re deliberately creating class conflict!
Li Peifeng explained, "It’s just for the convenience of repaying those who’ve financially helped me in the future, no other reason, see, it came in handy now."
Zhao Qingge remained noncommittal: "What about those who didn’t send red envelopes?"
"They weren’t added, of course."
"Including me?" Zhao Qingge feigned a smile.
Li Peifeng looked innocent: "I don’t know your TT number, asked you but you wouldn’t tell me, how could I add you?"
Right, he doesn’t know ’Yun Xin Yue Xing’ is me.
Zhao Qingge was relieved but then annoyed, because ’Yun Xin Yue Xing’ had also sent money to ’Worldly Breeze’ later, what right did he have...
"Hold on."
While Zhao Qingge had those thoughts, Li Peifeng, right in front of her, operated his phone, and found ’Yun Xin Yue Xing’ in his TT friends, clicked to send a voice message, using a soft and magnetic voice;
"Big sis, this weekend I plan to host an offline book fan gathering in Zhejiang, everyone will have a meal, chat, enjoy the moon and breeze by the West Lake... do you have time to come? If yes, I’ll book a flight for you."
After saying that, he sent it.
Almost at the same time, Zhao Qingge’s phone hidden beneath the book pages chimed with a TT notification sound.
"Dingdong~"
"..."
Zhao Qingge remained silent, completely closing the book, pressing down on the phone.
After sending the message, seeing her phone chime, Li Peifeng ’naturally’ turned his head with curiosity: "Hey, Mentor, someone sent you a TT message? Why did you close it without checking!"
Zhao Qingge replied with a calm face: "I just saw it."
You saw nothing, you were clearly mesmerized by my beautiful face earlier! Thought I was blind?
"Oh."
Li Peifeng chuckled: "Who sent it? What did it say?"
"Just a bot account’s spam ad."
Zhao Qingge slightly pursed her lips, slowly said: "No need to bother with it!"
"..."
