The piercing sound of the alarm bell echoed in my ears.
Min Congda woke up from his sleep and reached out to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table.
I touched it several times but couldn't find my phone. The alarm kept ringing.
"Why is my phone missing?"
When I stood up and opened my eyes, I found that the surroundings were dark.
"Why is it so dark in the house... Oops, I overslept!"
Min Congda, who was still a little confused, woke up immediately.
Yesterday, in order to cope with the inspection by his superiors, he stayed at the unit all night to make materials.
As the social account manager with the least background or connections in the industry, he took over the job alone.
Faced with a mountain of shit materials accumulated year after year, Min Congda roamed around and filled pits until eight o'clock in the morning.
It was too late to go back, so I just kept going to work and drank strong tea all morning.
When I went to the cafeteria to eat, I felt like my hair was pounding, my feet were shaking, and the sun was particularly dazzling.
The soul is about to leave the body, and if it doesn't sleep, it will sleep forever.
Hurry home and take a nap to relax.
Because there were still a lot of things to do in the afternoon, I set the alarm for 1:20.
He reached out to touch the light switch on the wall, but found nothing.
"Where are the switches? Why are the switches on the wall missing?"
Min Congda felt more and more something was wrong. The single room he rented was so big, and he could figure out what was in every corner with his eyes closed.
First, the mobile phone on the bedside disappeared, and then the switch on the wall disappeared.
"Am I still in the dream?"
I pinched myself, it hurt.
It wasn't like he was having a serial dream, the piercing alarm ringing in his ears continued.
The sound came not from the bedside table, but from the opposite side, towards the end of the bed.
There was supposed to be a TV hanging there, but why did the TV become a cabinet?
Min Congda's eyes gradually adapted to the dim environment, and thick curtains were drawn on the windows.
There was light leaking from the cracks, but he remembered that it was obviously raining today.
Sitting on the bed, looking around.
He was sure that this was not the single room he rented for fifteen hundred yuan a month.
"The wallpaper, floor, chandelier, bedside table... all are wrong... And where is my TV? Where is my computer? My only entertainment device! Am I being kidnapped?"
This idea flashed through Min Congda's mind and was immediately rejected.
As a financial migrant worker working at the bottom of a bank.
Min Congda has no value in being kidnapped.
Three generations of farmers in the family have passed down the good virtue of the Chinese people - poverty from generation to generation.
Although he works in a bank and handles tens of millions of dollars every day, it has nothing to do with him.
His salary plus bonus is only one ten thousandth.
After working for many years, I didn’t even have enough money for a down payment to buy a house.
Kidnapping for money is impossible here.
Is it the color?
Min Congda touched his face.
Think about it, no one has appreciated my appearance in thirty years.
If someone kidnaps him for his face, he would be willing not to resist and just go with the flow.
The still piercing alarm ringing in his ears interrupted his fantasy.
It's not about wealth or grudges, so what's going on?
"Whatever, why don't you sleep a little longer, maybe it's just a dream, and when you wake up, you have to go to work."
Min Congda thought about it and got up from the bed, went to the cabinet and pressed the alarm clock.
There was a "pop" sound.
The annoying alarm clock sound finally stopped.
The room suddenly became quiet.
At this moment, the alarm clock gave off a burst of light, and lines of golden text appeared in front of me:
[The Bad Master system has been started and is binding users...]
[Binding successful]
[User: Min Congda]
[Whether to accept your first task: 1. Accept. 2. Think about it before accepting. 】
"What...what's going on?"
Seeing the gold-lettered Min Congda popping up, he was startled and took two steps back.
After reading clearly what was written above, Min Congda immediately understood.
"The system has come? Great! I wasn't kidnapped, I should have traveled through time!"
As a bookworm who has been reading online novels since junior high school, Min Congda immediately realized that he was favored by fate.
It was finally his turn, the system came, and he married Bai Fumei and reached the pinnacle of life!
I just don’t know what year he returned to?
What year is it now? Before reform and opening up?
It's definitely not from ancient times. Houses in ancient times were not decorated like this.
Still in China? Couldn't it be in a foreign country?
Min Congda noticed that the decoration of the room did not look like China.
The decoration and layout of the house gave him the feeling of a hotel.
"No matter what age or country, what do you have to fear if you become a son of the system?"
Min Congda calmed down immediately.
I looked at the two options given by the system.
I cursed in my heart: "Damn it, what's the difference between the two? I can only accept it anyway? Then accept it."
"I choose 1 and accept the task."
Min Congda accepted the task of the system.
New content appears:
[Welcome to the bad master system, let us start a life of bad and winning all the way]
Seeing this line of words, Min Congda felt a little excited.
Lose all the way and win all the way, isn't this the life you want?
Earn money while lying down!
Min Congda has never acted badly since he was a child.
Since elementary school, my teacher has told me to study hard.
My parents also said that I should study well and get ahead.
He is deaf to what is going on outside the window and only concentrates on reading exam books.
Climb all the way through the test of crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops.
Take the high school entrance examination, college entrance examination, and bank entrance examination after graduation.
Finally got a decent job in the eyes of others.
Then I worked diligently for several years,
As a result, I couldn't even afford a house of my own in the city.
I once met a junior high school classmate at the counter who came to deposit money.
This man had very poor grades in junior high school and dropped out of high school before finishing high school.
It is said that he does nothing at home and just lies and gnaws on his old age every day.
As a result, the demolition of my family cost me ten houses plus several million in cash.
The money is deposited in the bank and the house is rented out to collect rent.
The annual interest plus rent far exceeds Min Congda's income.
Less than 30 years old, this classmate already has three children.
The older ones are all in elementary school.
Look at yourself again who never shows off?
Min Congda shed tears of helplessness in his heart.
He wanted to show off, but the conditions didn’t allow it!
Now the system gives him the opportunity to mess up:
[Task 1: Test your skills and enjoy yourself.
Mission Objective: Preliminarily master the methods and methods of placing trash.
Task content: Stay in the room for half an hour, doing nothing.
Mission reward: Qualification to enter the next level]
As expected, it was the initial task to practice my skills on my own.
It’s so easy to just stay in your room and do nothing!
Min Congda lay back on the bed.
Look at the alarm clock on the cabinet.
The time is now two o'clock. Stay until half past two and the task will be completed.
"Is the task really that simple? Do nothing? Is there anything wrong with it?"
After staying for a while, Min Congda muttered a little. He looked around, wondering if there would be any accident?
For example, a fire suddenly breaks out in the room, or a gangster breaks in.
Then if you don't do anything, won't your life be lost?
Thinking of some scenes in the movie, Min Congda shuddered.
However, none of these ideas happened, and half an hour passed quietly.
Min Congda was safe and sound, and nothing unexpected happened.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
The alarm clock lights up again, and golden text appears:
[Congratulations on passing the first level of the trial. You have mastered the basic skills of being bad. Let's move on to the next level. 】
[Mission 2: The difficulty soars! You are the NBA's bad team maker!
Mission goal: Make the Los Angeles Clippers the worst team in NBA history.
Mission content: In one minute, you will become the general manager of the Los Angeles Clippers. You will use your ability to deal with bad situations to make the Clippers the team with the worst record and the lowest market value.
Mission reward: 300 million US dollars. The current market value of the Los Angeles Clippers is $300 million. The market value of a team is closely related to its record and profitability. The decrease in the team's market value each season will become your personal wealth. Until the team goes bankrupt and the market value reaches zero, you will receive $300 million in cash. 】
Min Congda read all the words.
Regardless of other things, the 300 million US dollars was firmly imprinted on his nose.
$300 million, or cash?
If converted into RMB, it would be more than one billion!
Although this second mission is a bit fucked up.
Is it equivalent to the first question or 1+1=? Woolen cloth.
The second question becomes "You have mastered the basic rules of mathematical operations, please calculate below:
Limx→0+(3log(|√2-√1+√1+16x|)+log(|1-√1+16x|)-4logx)=?”
But if the reward is 300 million US dollars.
Min Congda is willing to go back to school and learn advanced mathematics again!
Moreover, the content of the mission is poorly presented.
It is not easy to run a company well.
Isn't it easy to mess up and collapse?
Oh no, it seems that what is going to be destroyed is not a company, but a team?
"Los Angeles...Clippers? Never heard of it. NBA? They seem to play basketball? Basketball team?"
Min Congda is illiterate in sports.
When I was in elementary school, I often played table tennis, kicked shuttlecocks, and played with rubber bands.
When I got to middle school, physical education classes were always occupied by the main teacher.
In order to prevent students from not learning to play basketball well, the high school principal simply locked the basket on the basketball court.
By the time he got to college, Min Congda had no chance to play sports anymore, so he spent his spare time working part-time to earn living expenses.
At that time, most of the students in the boys' dormitory were fans, mainly basketball and football.
Min Congda still remembers that the basketball games were in the morning and noon.
Football matches are mainly played in the evening and early morning.
Basketball has an NBA, with Yao Ming, Jordan, Kobe, and maybe LeBron James or something, but I don’t know the rest.
In football, there is the World Cup, there is this super league, there is Ronaldo, there is Messi, and there are endless scoldings of the national football team.
This is the only bit of knowledge he has about the two major ball games.
Basically, he was on the same level as the janitor sitting in the reception room listening to the radio.
"But since the goal of the mission is to make the team rotten and become the worst team until it goes bankrupt, then it's an advantage that I don't know basketball! It seems that this mission is really tailor-made for me."
"When I complete this task and have 300 million US dollars, I can continue to the next task, receive another reward, and then continue to the next... one day I will become the richest man in the world!"
"Oh, by the way, what's the name of this team? Los Angeles Clippers? Los Angeles? Am I in the United States?"
Min Congda realized that he might have left his motherland and came to the United States.
"How could I, a Chinese financial migrant worker, become the general manager of an American team? It doesn't matter, this must be a systematic process, and it will help me get it done."
At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.
A clear female voice came from outside the door, speaking English:
"Mr. Smart, Mr. Smart! Are you in there? The draft is about to begin. Let's hurry up and get to the office!"
