Chapter 1

The sky is blue, the sun is hanging in the air, and the sun is hot.

The lush trees drooped their branches and leaves in the hot sun, and occasionally there were several cicadas singing in the branches and leaves.

In Huaian City, Tianhai group company, a long winding black dragon runs across the corridor, and the interviewers in suits are waiting anxiously and hot.

"47!"

The cold and plain voice came out of the interview field. Then, I saw a middle-aged man with shiny hair and gold rimmed glasses. He looked solemn and walked into the room.

At the same time, No. 46 in the room was full of bitterness and dejected, and walked out slowly.

No. 46 is a man who looks about twenty-three or four years old. He is wearing a black straight suit. He is a little thin and his skin is a little dark. He looks handsome, but his face is a little pale, a listless look and his spirit is a little depressed.

Not long ago, he was a top student from a famous university. The star of the future of the company sought after by all. A raise and promotion was close at hand. In the twinkling of an eye, he not only lost his job, but even a cleaning job was hard to find.

Zhou Yang remembers that about a month ago, on a very ordinary day, he worked overtime until more than nine o'clock in the evening. Coupled with the time of taking the bus, when he returned to the suburbs, it was close to eleven o'clock.

Walking on the path back out of the rental house, Zhou Yang suddenly saw a meteor across the sky.

Meteor, a very strange meteor, flashing strange purple light.

When he closed his eyes and made a wish and opened his eyes, he found that there seemed to be a streamer entering his body.

At that time, I thought I was dazzled and hallucinating.

However, with the changes of his body during this period, his heart was also somewhat suspicious.

Because somehow, once Zhou Yang focused, he suddenly became listless, and sometimes even fell asleep directly.

In this case, it's OK once or twice, but for a long time, Zhou Yang can only leave the company in dismay.

Several times in the hospital, the examination results and various physical indicators are very normal.

But once his attention was focused, his spirit immediately withered, and a fatigue from the depths of his soul constantly pounded his nerves.

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"Successful integration of Wanjie shop system!"

Zhou Yang walked slowly in the corridor. Suddenly, a mechanical cold voice sounded in his mind.

"Who?"

Zhou Yang glanced around in surprise and found that no one paid attention to him.

Everyone is nervously preparing for the interview. They can't help sighing. It seems that they have been under high pressure for a long time and have hallucinated.

"System binding succeeded!"

The inexplicable voice sounded again. This time, Zhou Yang heard it clearly, and the sound source was in his mind.

This appalling discovery made him very nervous. He quickly ran outside, leaving a group of stunned interviewers.

"This person's psychological quality is too poor. He just failed the interview. This setback is difficult to accept. How can he find a job?"

A young man with short black hair sighed as he watched Zhou Yang leave.

"Failure is good. There are so many jobs. If we fail, we will have more opportunities."

A young girl with glasses gloated.

"This man won't commit suicide, will he?"

One hesitated.

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A deserted roadway.

"Who are you...?"

Zhou Yang's voice trembled. It's the 21st century. How can such a strange thing happen to him? This is the plot only in fantasy novels.

"I'm Wanjie shop system!"

A cold mechanical voice without any emotion sounded in Zhou Yang's mind.

Wanjie shop system?

Zhou Yang also has a certain understanding of the system in the novel.

What invincible system, what Wushen system, and what big lottery system!

As long as the protagonist gets the system, no matter how bad he used to be, he will definitely become tall, rich and handsome in seconds.

Zhou Yang returned to his mind after a long time. He quickly asked, "what are the functions of Wanjie shop system?"

"In short, there are thousands of planes in the world, countless time and space, and the Wanjie shop system can trade goods with different planes."

The cold voice echoed in Zhou Yang's mind, like nine days of falling thunder.

Trading with different levels?

It's a living plane world, not a daydream fantasy world.

Zhou Yang felt that his brain had stopped thinking and traded with different planes. Instead of shopping in the pedestrian street, he could go to whichever he wanted.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Zhou Yang forced himself to calm down. After all... He hasn't experienced it himself.

But······

At the thought of the powerful ability of the system, his mind became more and more agitated, and he only felt trembling all over.

Wanjie shop system can connect different plane worlds, randomly capture the ideas of some creatures on commodity demand, and then bring that creature directly to the shop.

What is an idea?

It's like people who are hungry for three days will have a strong desire to eat. This is the idea.

If the Wanjie store system captures this idea, the store has the goods required by this idea, and the person who sends out the idea has the purchasing power or purchasing potential of this commodity. The person who sends out the idea will become the potential customer of the Wanjie store system.

Customers can not only be people, but also creatures of other planes, that is, maybe demons or demons.

This is going against the rhythm of the sky!

Zhou Yang took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath. He only felt a burst of suffocation. He quickly smoothed the undulating chest, adjusted his breathing, and leaned quietly against the corner of the wall. A pair of hot eyes twinkled with inexplicable brilliance, "this will be a turning point of my destiny."

After lying in the corner for more than half an hour, Zhou Yang digested all the information of Wanjie shop system, stood up, took a taxi on the roadside and hurried back.

At the moment when the system binds him, the place where he lives is also bound by the system as the Wanjie building and the place where he deals with customers.

When Zhou Yang hurried back and opened the door, he found that the room was in a mess.

In a room of less than 20 square meters, there were two people sitting at this time, a middle-aged man who looked about thirty or forty years old and a boy who looked only seven or eight years old.

The middle-aged man was dressed in blue clothes and sat on a wooden stool, holding a dark blue sword in his hand. His face was stiff and his eyes were complex. He looked at the boy on the side.

The boy on one side, with an explosive head and a swinging tail behind his ass, lay on the sofa and kept shouting hungry.

"Monkey king? Yue buqun?"

The moment Zhou Yang entered the room, the system sent a message into his mind.