Chapter 12: Designated Residential Complex

“Certainly, certainly,” Jiang Ye nodded repeatedly.

As the owner of a travel agency, he especially loved repeat customers.

With them, those customers would bring in more people, ensuring a steady stream of clients.

Just thinking about the upcoming tasks made Jiang Ye confident—there was no need to worry about attracting guests at all.

After the four left, Jiang Ye closed the glass door of the travel agency, and the system began to settle accounts.

[Congratulations, host, you have passed the test.]

[Main quest completion: 100%. Tour quest completion: 100%. Rewards have been issued.]

As the last note faded, Jiang Ye’s phone chimed.

Opening the interface, he saw an extra 100,000 yuan credited to his Construction Bank account ending in 5858.

Though the 100,000 yuan reward was nice, what mattered most to Jiang Ye was the increase in his lifespan and the combat skill reward from the tour quest.

[Do you want to redeem the beginner-level combat skill reward?]

“Redeem.”

The moment he spoke, Jiang Ye felt a surge of electricity rise from the soles of his feet, coursing through his limbs and bones, causing an involuntary shiver throughout his body.

That tingling electric sensation lasted for several seconds before fading completely.

Jiang Ye clenched his fists, sensing an indescribable strength within him. His mind was suddenly filled with numerous martial arts moves and techniques.

He tried throwing a punch and immediately felt as though he had trained in combat since childhood; every move was etched deeply into his muscles. The proficiency astonished him.

This was just a beginner-level combat skill. If there were intermediate and advanced levels later, he dared not imagine how formidable his fighting ability would become.

In the future, when he entered the Qin Dynasty and faced petty thieves and bandits, he wouldn’t need to hide behind others—he would have the ability to protect himself.

With 100,000 yuan credited today, Jiang Ye’s mood soared, sweeping away the shadow of death.

At noon, he went to the neighboring small restaurant for a bowl of ramen, happily watching over the shop.

The entire day passed quietly and uneventfully.

While things were calm on his end, Zhang Tao’s side was much livelier.

After Zhang Tao’s video was posted, it gained momentum over several hours, sparking intense discussion. The view count skyrocketed, surpassing all other videos on his account to become the undisputed number one.

Though the traffic soared, the comments below were overwhelmingly one-sided.

In the Happy Community of Hangzhou City, a young man in his early twenties with dyed red hair sat cross-legged, bored, scrolling through Douyin.

A video titled “I Time-Traveled to the Qin Dynasty for a One-Day Tour” appeared brightly on his screen.

When Fang Gaochang saw the title, he was about to swipe away when another phone beeped repeatedly.

He glanced at the caller ID and chose to ignore it.

Meanwhile, in the Douyin video, Zhang Tao’s words flowed ceaselessly, every word sinking into his ears.

“Time-traveling to the Qin Dynasty, meeting the First Emperor of Qin—it sounds unbelievable, but I really did. I know many will doubt me, so today I put my words out here. When I release the video later, if anyone can find these actors or the filming location, I’ll pay one million yuan. This video is proof!”

Fang Gaochang refocused on Douyin, raising an eyebrow. “Time-travel to the Qin Dynasty? Hah, does he think everyone’s a fool?”

He didn’t believe it at all, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to watch the so-called Qin Dynasty video.

After a few frames of Zhang Tao following Jiang Ye and entering the One Leaf Travel Agency, the video cut directly to the Qin Dynasty—showing a city that was completely unlike any depicted in dramas, with peasants kneeling on the ground and the sound of approaching horses’ hooves growing louder...

When the video ended amid the chaos of battle, Fang Gaochang was left wanting more.

“Not bad filming.”

“Even the buildings look nothing like cheap, shoddy replicas.”

In his mind, Fang Gaochang concluded that the team behind this blogger had probably put in a lot of effort.

Nowadays, these content creators would stop at nothing to gain fame.

Late at night, on the second floor of One Leaf Travel Agency, Jiang Ye lay in bed, about to sleep when the system’s voice sounded in his ear.

[Ding! Please recruit eight customers from Happy Community for a one-day tour to the Qin Dynasty in 218 BCE (24 hours), priced at 2,000 yuan per person. Note: Tourists must be residents of Happy Community. Recruitment time: 24 hours, starting at midnight.]

[Mission success reward: half a month added to lifespan, 200,000 yuan bonus.]

What the hell!

Jiang Ye sprang out of bed with a flip.

What kind of nonsense was this?

Why the restriction on the customer group?

They had to be residents of Happy Community, meaning Zhang Tao and his people didn’t qualify.

He had been happily thinking he wouldn’t have to worry about attracting customers in the future, but now the system threw him this curveball—offering no way out.

[Ding! The system shop has been updated.]

Jiang Ye’s eyes brightened as he opened the system shop interface.

But when he looked through the shopping list, only a few items were available. The rest were grayed out, and hovering the cursor over them showed the words: “Locked.”

Jiang Ye took his gaze off the screen and looked at the purchasable items.

Qin Dynasty commoner clothing: 500 yuan per person.

Qin Dynasty adhesive patches: 10 yuan per person.

Qin Dynasty style wigs (male and female): 50 yuan each.

Mineral water: 5 yuan per bottle.

Qin currency exchange rate: 1 Qin coin = 2 RMB.

The adhesive patches were only 10 yuan each—turns out the previous newbie gift pack was so cheap.

Such a stingy system!

Judging by this pattern, this time around, for the patches and clothing, food and lodging, he would have to pay out of pocket.

As for scrounging free clothes from others, that was a rare stroke of luck.

He hadn’t even started earning money yet and was already paying expenses.

But thinking of the final 200,000 yuan reward, Jiang Ye dismissed the small cost.

“Tong Ge, here’s a problem. My car is a seven-seater SUV. You want eight people plus me—that’s nine seats. Won’t I have to arrange for another vehicle?”

[Host, no need to worry. Just recruit enough people and start the tour.]

Alright, with the system’s word, Jiang Ye wasn’t worried.

He checked the schedule; at 11 p.m., it would be impossible to recruit guests in Happy Community. Despite the tight timing, he could only go early the next day.

“Fine! I’ll just sleep for now.”

Things would look better after rest.

Jiang Ye pulled the blanket over his face and turned over to sleep.

At 5:50 a.m., Jiang Ye was awakened by his alarm. Despite the lingering fatigue, the thought of today’s task forced him to get up and freshen up.

He grabbed his whiteboard, gathered his materials, slung on his backpack, and drove his SUV to Happy Community.

Upon arriving at the community entrance, Jiang Ye set up his stall and wrote on the whiteboard: “One-day tour to Qin Dynasty, 218 BCE (24 hours), 2,000 yuan per person.”

Following yesterday’s method, he added a bold line stating a fine of 100,000 yuan per person.

With everything ready, Jiang Ye sat on a small stool and began to recruit customers.