She wondered if, in such a realistic world, even without her, things would still dutifully and methodically follow their original trajectory.
"Of course not," the AI customer service chimed in. "If it could run exactly according to the original novel, you would have been struck by lightning the moment you transmigrated and changed the plot."
Great. The AI customer service still loved talking about getting struck by lightning.
Deng Yuyuan walked a few steps and looked up. A familiar stranger was waiting for her at the corner.
She thought, "One meeting right after another. Nobody made a wasted trip."
"I should have hired a secretary," she reflected. "From now on, anyone who wants to see me must make an appointment with them first."
A bodyguard from the Meng Family walked up to her, bowed slightly, and handed her a paper bag. "Our Mr. Meng would like to have a chat with you. The contents of this bag are compensation to thank you for taking the time to meet him."
