The official start of work of the three knives should be after ten o'clock in the morning. At that time, he suddenly heard someone shouting at the top of his voice, "Network administrator, make bucket noodles for me!"

At that time, Sandao almost smashed the keyboard in his hand casually, but fortunately, he realized his identity and position in time. So he diligently made a bucket of instant noodles for this customer, and served the noodles to this customer very thoughtfully.

For a period of time before, Sandao was just sitting at the counter flipping through some information and information on the computer. And, from time to time, he glanced at the young girl Xia Ling beside him.

Generally speaking, a webmaster is actually an idle job. Especially this kind of small Internet café, it is generally difficult to encounter machine failures. Compared with the common system failure, according to Sandao's current brain power and Yang Erlang's residual memory, it is not difficult to carry out repairs.

There is a total subsidy of ten yuan for lunch and dinner, and as for what to eat, that is what you should solve. There is a noodle restaurant and a small restaurant next door to the Internet café, which is extremely convenient for customers who are here to surf the Internet.

Sandao ate a bowl of noodles at noon, and I don't know if it was because of the change of body, so that Sandao felt that his current appetite suddenly became a lot smaller.

Xia Ling eats fast food, which obviously looks a lot more luxurious than Sandao.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, a young man who was surfing the Internet opened his mouth and called out to the network administrator. It was also at that time that Sandao officially underwent its first maintenance of the computer system.

In other words, it's a simple computer crash. After that, Sandao dealt with a series of problems such as keyboard failure, headset failure, game lag, etc., and for Sandao, this job is really idle.

Towards the end of the evening, after a series of inquiries and screening, Sandao finally found a novel portal on the Internet. According to the current situation, this novel website should undoubtedly be the leader in the online novel industry at present.

Once you've decided on the platform you're publishing on, it's time to decide what you're writing about. But Sandao didn't think much about it, maybe he felt that writing to make money was just a side hustle with nothing to do, so he didn't feel that he needed to deliberately think deeply.

Soon, he created a username and started typing on the keyboard.

Xia Ling didn't seem to have really looked at Sandao from beginning to end, and she didn't know if she was introverted or cold by nature. Or is it really because of Sandao's appearance that she doesn't want to look at it directly?

But her disregard also obviously caused Sandao's displeasure, which may be a kind of self-esteem of the man. Sandao felt that if he couldn't do something to make this yellow-haired girl look the other way, he might never be able to raise his head in this Internet café.

Sandao's first online creation was named 'Ten Years' by him. However, this work is not a novel, but rather a textbook, a biography, or an essay.

The main content of this work is naturally to tell about the global pattern ten years later, the technology of the times, and so on. It is no exaggeration to say that this should be an unprecedented prophecy in the history of mankind in this world.

Sandao felt that once this work was completed, it would cause an uproar and cause a sensation in the world. Even, because of his work, the world may enter the Internet era in the real sense in advance. And many technological products will also be born in advance because of the appearance of this work.

Sandao felt that he was about to leap into the dragon gate with this work and become a household name super writer. When he thought about it, he couldn't wait.

In order to ensure the excellent quality of this creation, Sandao also deliberately read and queried a lot of information. He even felt that once the work was fully published, he should most likely be crowned the perfect prophet.

The two horse fathers should also come to negotiate with him at that time, and Boss Qiao should also ask him for advice.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and then he felt that people should do something to satisfy their vanity while they were alive. In the past, he must have been carried away by the immortality of becoming a god, so he cultivated so hard with a pure heart and few desires.

But now it's different. Now the man has become more greedy, and he wants to satisfy all his desires. Becoming a god and immortal life is undoubtedly only one of them.

Writing is boring and tedious, at least Sandao thinks so.

After two hours of frantically typing on the keyboard, Sandao finally collapsed on the table as if he had collapsed. He suddenly felt extremely bored and irritable, he felt that he still had a lot of ideas to write, but he just didn't want to write now.

He began to look around with some idleness. Xia Ling was watching a youth idol drama with relish, and the old terrier's drama made Sandao feel sour.

After being stunned for a while, Sandao couldn't help but feel a little interested in the games played by some customers. There are two huge posters on the door of the Internet café, one is a promotional poster for CS and the other is a promotional poster for Dota Game Warcraft. For these two games, Sandao had played them before when he was on Earth, and even learned some small inspirations about cultivation from them.

Since he has nothing to do, Sandao is ready to play as a pastime.

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When Wang Xiaoli came, it was about seven o'clock in the evening, and at that time, Sandao was playing games, and she was having a lot of fun, and she didn't notice Wang Xiaoli's arrival at all. And Wang Xiaoli couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when she saw that the network administrator who was on the first day of work was playing the game so playfully.

She snorted coldly in disgust, and then slowly walked into the counter. Sandao reacted at this time, he turned off the game, and then froze in place at a loss.

To be honest, he didn't know what to do next.

Fortunately, the arrival of a customer made him feel that he had something to do.

"Stop!" he suddenly spoke up, and in a solemn tone pointed to a young man who had already walked to the door, and scolded, "Stand there and don't come in!"

The man was startled by the sudden scolding of the three knives. He looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen, dressed a little sloppily, slightly pale, and in poor spirits.

Not only this man, but Xia Ling and Wang Xiaoli, who were sitting at the counter, were also startled by the inexplicable scolding of Sandao.

"What are you shouting?" asked Wang Xiaoli with more and more disgust.

"Boss," Sandao approached Wang Xiaoli slightly, and then said softly: "He has an infectious disease!"

"Nonsense!" Wang Xiaoli glanced at the man up and down, then glanced at the three knives, and said, "I think you look like you're sick!"

"I studied medicine!" Sandao replied with a serious face, "I can see it." This man must have an infectious disease. And it's airborne and saliva-transmitted!"

Sandao couldn't help but pat his chest lightly as he spoke, as if to signal Wang Xiaoli that this man's infectious disease was related to his lungs.

Wang Xiaoli looked at the three knives suspiciously, and then looked at the man in confusion, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

The man at the door was clearly already a little annoyed. He ignored the three swords' reprimands and rushed through the door, "Turn on the phone! Why don't you let people access the Internet? I have brought my ID card!"

Hearing this, Sandao suddenly became angry. He originally thought that this person had an infectious disease and was a little pitiful, and thought that he would prescribe a prescription for him after he went out. But now when he saw this person's arrogant and domineering posture, Sandao was immediately unhappy.

"Get out!" he got up, and after a light sigh, he couldn't help but put his head to the man's ear, and then whispered: "If you call the police, according to your illness, I am afraid that you will be isolated!"

When the man heard this, his brows tightened, and after a little stalemate, he glared at him three times, and then left with a cold snort.

Seeing this, Sandao pondered slightly, and then chased out with a pen and paper.

Xia Ling and Wang Xiaoli obviously haven't reacted yet, and they don't know what Sandao said in this man's ear just now. For everything that happened inexplicably, the two of them only felt confused.

It wasn't until Sandao came back that Wang Xiaoli asked about Sandao one by one. And Sandao naturally told the two of them one by one.

However, judging from the expressions of the two, they obviously have a lot of doubts about what Sandao said.

And as if to confirm the truth of what he just said, Sandao suddenly fixed his eyes on Wang Xiaoli's body. When Wang Xiaoli was panicked, ashamed, and angry, Sandao hurriedly withdrew his gaze and said before Wang Xiaoli blurted out angrily: "Boss, I can cure your illness!"