Has anyone eaten shit? Poke a fingertip into that pile, and it's warm and soft

She was just about to launch into a furious tirade.

The person she had previously assigned to keep an eye on Jiang Yunli's studio called just then.

Still fuming, Tang Jianing answered the phone and snapped, "What is it?"

The person on the other end said, "They've contacted another marketing company and started posting comments smearing Shen Yunzhi."

Tang Jianing said urgently, "Then keep watching them! This time, you have to catch them in the act!"

Hadn't they said they wanted evidence?

She would find that evidence right now and throw it in their faces.

That stupid-ass studio had not only sent her a cease-and-desist letter, but actually dared to keep smearing her idol.

She was absolutely furious.

After hanging up, Tang Jianing opened the fan group she had just created.

Shen Yunzhi Supporters' Club.

[Blehhh: Sisters, Jiang Yunli's side has hired paid trolls again. Follow me into battle!]

The supporters' group consisted entirely of trustworthy fans whom Tang Jianing and a few Shen Fans had screened over this period.

The moment they heard Tang Jianing's rallying cry, they immediately swarmed in.

[Sis Bleh! Your humble servant awaits your orders!]

[I'm so mad I could die! Paid trolls, paid trolls! Don't they ever get tired of this trick?!]

[They probably reaped plenty of benefits from using this trick to smear our Yunzhi before.]

[Then we need to stick together. They're acting like our Yunzhi has no one to protect her.]

Following Jiang Yunli's instructions, Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen tried to egg some of the villagers on to go make trouble for Shen Yunzhi.

They called it making trouble.

In reality, it was emotional blackmail.

Never mind that most of the villagers knew Shen Yunzhi had left a bank card with the village chief and had benefited from her generosity, only they hadn't told Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen.

Just considering what Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen had done to Shen Yunzhi in the past was enough.

None of them would join those two in making trouble for Shen Yunzhi.

She was just a child who had finally managed to escape. What had she done wrong?

Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen had several doors shut in their faces.

After hearing their spiel, yet another older woman unleashed a string of curses at them.

"You two are inhuman! All of us around here know perfectly well how you treated Yunzhi before! If you want something out of her, go yourselves. Don't drag us along to be your shields. We're not interested in profiting off someone else's suffering!"

After giving Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen a thorough tongue-lashing, the woman slammed the door shut.

Still unwilling to give up, they spat outside her door in anger, but all they could do was mutter a resentful curse.

"...Ungrateful fools."

Neither of them had expected this.

Not a single person was willing to go with them to make trouble for Shen Yunzhi.

Wang Dezhen asked Shen Yonggui, "What do we do now?"

Shen Yonggui said angrily, "Go find our eldest uncle, second uncle, and the rest of our uncles. I refuse to believe even our own family won't help us."

Meanwhile, the system that had been playing dead inside Shen Yunzhi's head spoke up again.

"Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen have rounded up a bunch of relatives to come settle scores with you."

Rather than concern herself with that, Shen Yunzhi asked, "How do you know that?"

As far as Shen Yunzhi remembered, this plotline hadn't existed in the original novel.

After all, joining the show and bringing its crew back to the village had all been things she had brought about after transmigrating.

There was nothing strange about the system knowing the backgrounds and details of these characters from the original novel.

But how could it know what Shen Yonggui and Wang Dezhen were doing so far away?

Shen Yunzhi was taken aback. "Holy crap, do you have clairvoyance or something?"

"..." The system fobbed her off. "You can think of it that way."

"Oh," Shen Yunzhi said. "Let them come. They just want money."

Shen Yunzhi's hands never stopped working. No one could tell she was chatting with a virtual system.

But her eyes narrowed, their meaning unreadable.

After she died, this system had pulled her into the world of this novel, saying it could give her a second chance at life.

Yet it hadn't left, showing absolutely no inclination to do a good deed and disappear without taking credit.

Nor had it assigned her any strange missions to win over strange people.

It simply stayed in her head, popping up now and then to say a few words.

Shen Yunzhi was baffled.

What exactly was it after?

Shen Yunzhi had always firmly believed there was no such thing as a free lunch. Every great benefit came at a price.

She and Xiao Yao had been working all morning, and the director called the guests from the various teams back for lunch.

Shen Yunzhi called to Xiao Yao to head back.

With a practiced motion, she was about to hoist the hoe onto her shoulder.

But Xiao Yao suddenly reached out and pulled it away.

"Huh?" Shen Yunzhi turned her head.

She saw Xiao Yao shoulder her hoe and stride ahead, tossing a remark back at her.

"Let's go."

Shen Yunzhi scratched her chin, puzzled. "Since when did you start acting like a decent human being?"

He was even taking the initiative to help her.

"..." Xiao Yao was speechless. "You call me Zhou Papi, and I admit it, but could you not erase my gentlemanly side as a man?"

Shen Yunzhi said, "..."

That did seem to be true.

Xiao Yao had done more than just one or two stupid-ass things.

But back when they had still been complete strangers, Xiao Yao had taken the initiative to ask security to persuade her to leave the nightclub simply because she was a girl.

Shen Yunzhi rubbed her nose and followed behind Xiao Yao, feeling a rare touch of awkwardness.

[You know what? You really do have a point.]

[Xiao Yao might love money a little too much and squeeze his employees a little too hard, but he's still better than Ji Nanxian.]

[You can't put it that way. They're both piles of shit. You can't insist the other pile smells good just because this one doesn't stink.]

[Oh, true. That makes sense.]

[I seriously can't with you people. Can you stop talking about shit, piss, and farts at mealtimes?]

[You're right, sis. I was wrong. Tears of remorse are already streaming down my face. I wiped my tears with the paper I'd wiped my ass with, and now my eyes are full of shit.]

[...]

[Fine! I'm not eating either! Come on! Let's fight! I'm off to take a shit. Who wants to join me for a pile?]

[Already shit my pants. Can't join you.]

[Has anyone eaten shit? Poke a fingertip into that pile, and it's warm and soft, like fermented dough winding around your fingertip. Put it in your mouth, and you can grind out the undigested fibers. Exquisite, exquisite.]

[...]

[Don't do this. I'm scared.]