I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 51 - 0.Friends Gathering_1

Chapter 51: 051.Friends Gathering_1

Chapter 51: 051.Friends Gathering_1

Lu Ban bade farewell to the two police officers and returned to his room.

He should have eaten breakfast, but upon reflection, he wasn’t hungry, so he simply started to work.

Sunlight shone on him, warm and comforting, as if he had endless energy.

“The screen is a bit reflective…”

Lu Ban drew the curtains halfway and focused on editing the video.

He worked so intently that by the time he came to his senses, it was already evening.

“Can I really go the entire day without feeling hungry even if I didn’t eat anything?”

Lu Ban found it incredible.

“No, this won’t do, how can I enjoy delicious food in the future!”

He decided to order takeout as a form of culinary revenge.

After ordering skewered delights for delivery, Lu Ban decided to take a bath.

He walked into the bathroom, stripped, wet his hair with water, lathered up with shampoo, and then rinsed it clean after scrubbing.

Just when he was about to use the shower gel, he suddenly remembered something.

Last night, to prevent his shampoo from being stolen, he had deliberately placed it outside in the meter box, and since he didn’t need it afterward, he had not taken it back.

So, the shampoo he just used…

Lu Ban looked at his Pantene.

He picked it up and sniffed it, but nothing seemed amiss.

Putting down the shampoo and turning around, he caught something flicker past in the mirror.

Switching off the water heater, Lu Ban dried off with a towel, changed his clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Wearing sandals, he opened the door and checked the meter box.

It was empty.

“Pantene is not drinkable.”

Closing the door, Lu Ban murmured as if speaking to himself.

Ding-dong—

The doorbell suddenly rang and Lu Ban opened the door again.

It was the delivery guy.

“Thank you.”

Lu Ban took the skewered delights and placed them on the living room table.

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He laid out three sets of chopsticks and then picked up a fourth pair.

“This is skewered delights, I don’t know if you’ve had them before.”

Lu Ban spoke towards the empty chair opposite him.

Though invisible and intangible, Lu Ban still remembered he had an air friend.

It was polite to inquire during a meal.

Seeing no response, Lu Ban delivered the duck intestine he had picked up to his own mouth.

The spicy taste he hadn’t experienced in a long time tingled his taste buds and made him feel like he was back among the living.

“Indeed, photosynthesis has its limits, if there’s no sunlight, it can’t occur, and energy can’t be obtained; people still need to eat.”

“That’s great, it seems I can still enjoy delicious food.”

Stirring the spicy red-oil-coated tripe in a dish of garlic and scented oil, Lu Ban let go of his worries.

“And now that I think about it, before I ate food for survival, which meant I had to eat some mediocre-tasting things, but now when I eat, it’s mostly to satisfy my cravings, so I can focus only on the tasty stuff?”

He suddenly felt there was nothing bad about photosynthesis after all.

“By the way, did you see how my shampoo got back here?”

Lu Ban asked his air friend another question.

“I see, you didn’t see it either.”

He nodded to himself, slurped up the brain with gusto.

His phone vibrated, Lu Ban saw it was a text message from Qin Tiantian.

He had told her he was going out for material collection, and it seemed Qin Tiantian had just seen his message, sending back a few question marks.

[Motionless]: No worries, I’ve finished collecting materials and am eating at home now.

He snapped a photo of his meal and sent it to Qin Tiantian.

[River Oblivion]: …

[River Oblivion]: Wait a second, you’re eating alone, why do you have four sets of dishes and chopsticks?

[Motionless]: I’m with a friend; he’s sitting opposite me.

Lu Ban took another photo of the chair opposite him.

[River Oblivion]: …Don’t mess with me.

[Motionless]: Okay.

Lu Ban put down his phone and focused on eating his skewered delicacies. Perhaps the illusory feeling of hunger from not eating all day overcame him, and he ate quickly, wanting to finish even the soup.

Back to work, Lu Ban spent the following week photosynthesizing by day and feasting by night.

In early August, just after finishing video production, Lu Ban encountered two things.

The first was that the revenues from his previous videos had been credited to his account, with the combined earnings of the two videos being less than two thousand, enough to completely discourage some from considering full-time video production.

The second event was that after paying for water, electricity, and gas, Lu Ban realized he had very little money left in his pocket.

“I have to pay rent next month; this is tough.”

Lu Ban could never have imagined that as a UP creator with a hundred thousand followers and videos with millions of views, he could end up this poor.

His previous income relied on daily wages from odd jobs on set, but after obtaining the System, Lu Ban hadn’t done any part-time jobs, and now that he’d added up all his expenses, the reality hurt.

This month’s income, besides the video settlements, was probably just from the money he made playing the suona the other time.

For this reason, Lu Ban even flipped through the Silent Department Store, trying to find an option to exchange for cash, but regrettably, even a system with extraordinary powers couldn’t replicate hundred-yuan bills.

“Should I go play the suona again?”

Lu Ban was on the verge of evil desperation, but his principles immediately stopped him.

“No, that’s not right, I can’t do that. As a UP creator with a hundred thousand fans, it would be so embarrassing if someone caught me playing the suona on the streets.”

Working a job was out of the question, so Lu Ban pondered other ways to make money.

An hour later, Lu Ban tearfully dialed Song Yunyan’s mobile phone.

At that moment, Song Yunyan was working in her office.

She generally didn’t give her mobile number out directly; only family members and a few close friends could contact her through it.

Hearing the ringtone, Song Yunyan glanced at the caller ID.

“Lu Ban…?”

This was the first time in half a month that Lu Ban had called her.

Had he discovered some clue related to Du Danping?

Or had he found something about that other world?

With anticipation, Song Yunyan answered the phone.

“Madam Song, hello, this is Lu Ban. I was wondering if you have a moment?”

Lu Ban’s voice, slightly magnetic, came through the phone. Song Yunyan set down her pen and listened intently.

“Go ahead, I’m not busy at the moment.”

“That’s good. So here’s the thing, Madam Song, do you have any interest in investing in me?”

“?”

Song Yunyan was taken aback.

What did Lu Ban mean by that?

Had he found some thread related to Du Danping and wanted to trade it for money?

Or had he established some mysterious organization in need of financial support?

“You mean…”

She wasn’t quite sure what Lu Ban was getting at.

“Madam Song, is your company considering breaking into the video and film entertainment industry? I believe I can definitely make excellent, box-office hits in the future. How about starting a business with me now and investing in it, what do you say?”

“??”

Song Yunyan was completely bewildered by Lu Ban’s train of thought.

To her, Lu Ban was supposed to be a mysterious, elusive figure.

So why was he now approaching her like an entrepreneur seeking investment, asking her for money?

“Right, Madam Song, I’ve recently made another video. I think you might be interested in it. Would you like to watch it before deciding on investing?”

Upon hearing Lu Ban’s words, Song Yunyan’s interest was piqued.

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