Chapter 10 Bad Review Time Travel

"No, Rachel isn't that kind of girl. Her enthusiasm is just on the surface; she's actually very reserved. I've been pursuing her for over a year, and only now have I made some progress. She won't accept anyone else without an emotional foundation!"

Wang Feng understood this feeling all too well. At this point, no amount of persuasion would work.

Sending away the six-shot revolver would be a waste. For Rachel, it would merely be another source of income.

"Damn, Rachel is so outstanding; she must have many suitors. The six-shot revolver might be expensive for us, but not for others. There are plenty of rich people in the Rose. I think Wilson's Gunsmith's H8 is even better. It has smoother soul force output and looks cooler. If we offer the H8, our chances of winning her over would be higher!"

Fantezi was taken aback. It did make sense. Rachel had mentioned inviting her friends that day. What if someone else had the same idea? He believed Rachel was interested in him alone, but those lustful males couldn't be stopped. The H8 was better, more impressive!

"Fantezi, I have 6,500 altogether, but the cheapest H8 costs 18,000, and even a used one is 12,000!" Fantezi said with a headache.

"Damn, how could you even think about buying used? That's an insult to the goddess! If we're going to buy it, we should get the latest model!" Saying this, Wang Feng quickly scribbled something and handed it to Fantezi.

"This is a potion formula that will make us rich!" Wang Feng said solemnly. "Last night, while observing the stars, I had a sudden epiphany and received this divine formula. This is our chance to strike it rich and reach the pinnacle of life!"

"It was pouring rain last night; both Lei Lei and I got soaked. Where did you observe the stars?" Fantezi looked disdainful but soon became lost in thought. "When I walked Lei Lei back to her dormitory last night, she was completely drenched. I wonder if she's feeling okay..."

"Damn, stop daydreaming. Can you handle this or not?"

"I'm in, I'll follow your lead!" Fantezi rubbed his face. The H8 was better, more fitting for Rachel.

"In this world, what brings in money the fastest? Of course, it's making potions. High returns with minimal investment. Now, you provide the capital, and I'll provide the expertise. Don't say I didn't help you; we'll earn together." Pointing at the list of twisted names, Wang Feng continued: "Here, gather ten portions of each ingredient, and I can start making money for us."

"80 roots of Golden Thorn Grass, 50 grams of Earth Vine Flower petals, 50 fruits of Ice Mist Lotus, Moonlight Vine..." Fantezi read aloud.

But soon, disappointment appeared on his face. Even though he hadn't seen pigs run, martial artists often dealt with injuries and were familiar with basic restorative potions: "Except for that Ghost Eye Grass, everything else is quite ordinary. What can we make with these?"

"This is a trade secret. You wouldn't understand. If you think the six-shot revolver is good enough for Rachel, then forget what I said."

The last sentence shattered Fantezi's resolve. Now he also felt the six-shot revolver wouldn't work.

Old Wang smiled sincerely. There was no choice; rather than letting a gold-digger take his savings, he'd contribute to brotherhood. He needed money too, and making potions was a safe and quick method. He had confidence in it.

With a goal in mind, Old Wang became more proactive. But, had he overlooked something? Wasn't there usually a system when one crossed over? Where was his system? Had he not activated it?

Old Wang suddenly felt a surge of excitement. If he had a system, he could eventually make Karida kneel and call him father. As for that little bitch Lan Tian, he'd cut her down and make her a manager.

"Iris, bring up the control interface!" Wang Feng snapped his fingers and shouted, his heart pounding.

A system is like saying "open sesame,"

don't complicate the spell; it needs to be direct and effective. After three seconds, the room remained quiet, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Fantezi stared at him, swallowing nervously. Since the explosion, Wang Feng had been acting less smart. Was this investment too risky?

"How long will it take before we start making money...?"

"That depends on how fast you can gather the materials." Old Wang shrugged nonchalantly.

No system, no super artifact, no gold-digging fiancée—could this still be called crossing over?

Even cheating wasn't thorough. Complaints, bad reviews!

But, thinking about it, this meant he had a higher chance of fixing this mistake.

...

Apart from the part in the basement being a bit inappropriate, cleaning toilets wasn't a big deal.

In his previous life, Wang Feng had done all sorts of dirty jobs when he was down and out. When hungry, he could eat anything.

Cleaning toilets was fine, but when Old Wang carried the bucket and hummed a tune into the public restroom of the Martial Academy, the bucket clattered to the ground.

Was this a toilet? Why was the Martial Academy's toilet so grand? What was it trying to imply?

The spacious floor spanned four to five hundred square meters, with large stalls almost as big as Old Wang's single dormitory. The six-meter-high ceiling was awe-inspiring. Was it designed for giants?

Shorter people couldn't even reach it by jumping.

In the League of Blades, all of the Holy Sanctuary's logistical services have a large number of volunteers, and they must go through multiple layers of screening. Serving the Holy Sanctuary is akin to a baptism for believers; not only do they work without compensation, but they are also extremely devout, ensuring everything is spotless. Some fanatical believers even drink toilet water to prove how thoroughly they have cleaned.

Damn.

Old Wang started working slowly, organizing his thoughts as he went. This helped him ignore certain things, after all, no matter which realm, toilets weren't pleasant.

As he walked, the water bucket bumped into someone. "Ah, sorry."

(Brothers, Old Wang's style this time is carefree. Too much hot-blooded youth and ruthless posturing. This time, the Wang brothers generally don't dominate unless they can't help it.)