Stepping out of the car, Zhao Shen found himself amidst a bustling crowd, as this was the largest sales hub for Simulated Life gaming pods in Mei City.
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"Toasting to the wine, let the cups never cease; may I remain inebriated and never awaken."
This phrase encapsulates the essence of Simulated Life—a longing to escape reality. Indeed, Simulated Life has become a veritable second world, with rules steadily evolving and refining.
What will the future hold? Perhaps a decade ago, few could have envisioned that reclusive individuals would don cumbersome headsets, seated cross-legged, occasionally glancing around, alternating between laughter and tears. They might very well be slaying dragons alongside brave warriors in another realm.
Meanwhile, an elderly gentleman in the adjacent gaming pod was focused intently, his brow furrowed and hands unconsciously clenched. His countenance, though comical, concealed the fact that he commanded legions atop the icy heights of a snow-covered city.
Some may resist or refuse, expressing their disdain on social media, proclaiming that contemporary individuals should inhabit the real world and not immerse themselves entirely in the virtual realm. Yet, they are certain to secretly purchase such devices, only to discover that the barriers separating the human mind from reality have crumbled, allowing the entire world to squeeze into a brain weighing less than 1500 grams. Once they experience this transcendental journey, they find it impossible to part with it.
Such is the allure of the Second World.
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For Zhao Shen, the reason was simple: this device had granted him a new lease on life.
"Sir, what would you like to purchase?"
"Hey there! This year, we have a new product promotion, with a discount of 200 yuan! Come take a look!"
"Good-looking sir, the gaming pods here are absolutely the coolest and priced affordably. Come see for yourself!"
The global proliferation of gaming pods had spawned numerous purchasing points, each flaunting a variety of designs.
"Apologies, I'm here to buy a gaming bed," Zhao Shen replied hastily as he slipped away from several sales counters, leaving the saleswomen gasping in surprise.
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Gaming beds were exclusively sold through a government-sanctioned outlet.
"Sir, which model of gaming bed are you interested in?" a woman in a black suit and knee-length skirt asked, her ample figure complemented by a charming smile. Her approachable demeanor was quite captivating.
The selection here was far superior to that of exterior vendors; a dazzling array of gaming beds lined the display, accompanied by sofas and refreshments—truly considerate service. It was uncertain whether anyone would genuinely enjoy a drink here.
However, Zhao Shen's knowledge of gaming beds was rather limited, as his financial situation had previously prohibited him from exploring this realm. Thus, he quietly listened to the saleswoman's introductions.
Undoubtedly, the most expensive models were the increasingly refined new gaming beds, and Zhao Shen understood the allure of the latest advancements. "Let's take a look at the latest model," he said directly.
The saleswoman's face lit up with delight, her expression transforming as she quickly led Zhao Shen to a sleek, black, metallic gaming bed.
"This is the latest model. Its robust capabilities ensure that the Simulated Life experience operates flawlessly without external disturbances. It is exceptionally comfortable, providing ample space for one person, equipped with a backup power supply, and includes a year's worth of maintenance without the need for replacement. It also promotes blood circulation and enhances physical fitness," she began to explain with utmost professionalism.
"I'll take this one," Zhao Shen said, giving it only a cursory glance and nodding. He didn't feel inclined to inquire further.
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"Of course! This model is available in white, blue, gold, and bright red. Which color do you prefer?" The saleswoman presented the options with a playful smile, exuding charm.
"Let's go with black." Zhao Shen believed black to be more understated.
"I think black would suit you perfectly; a man who chooses black is like a book that remains unread, imbued with an air of mystery," she said, her admiration evident. It was rare for someone so young to purchase such a high-quality gaming bed.
"Please wait a moment while I collect your contact information and address. I'll arrange for immediate delivery," she said, graciously guiding Zhao Shen to the sofa and preparing a pot of tea.
Her service exceeded the standards of Zhao Shen's own stall. However, as a Culinary Master known for his exquisite dishes, he didn't mind that others didn't share the same level of craftsmanship.
"Alright, sir, will you be paying by card or cash?" After noting his contact details and address, the saleswoman's smile grew even warmer, likely anticipating a generous bonus from this sale.
"Do you think my wallet could hold that much cash? I'll pay by card," Zhao Shen jested, pulling out his wallet and teasingly boasting.
The price of the sleek black gaming bed was prominently displayed: **[88,888]**.
"Very well, please follow me to the front desk for payment." The saleswoman smiled broadly, finding Zhao Shen's humor delightful; he was handsome, wealthy, and assertive.
"Hello, sir. You have purchased the latest luxurious Optimus Prime gaming bed for a total of 88,888 yuan." The cashier, a young woman with a short haircut, spoke with a sweet voice as she processed the transaction.
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Zhao Shen was surprised to learn that this gaming bed, which would accompany him for a long time, bore the name Optimus Prime.
"Please verify the details. If everything is correct, kindly sign in the designated area to confirm your payment." The cashier handed Zhao Shen the receipt and a pen.
Without a second glance, he scribbled a couple of hasty strokes, prioritizing the artistic flair of his signature over its legibility.
The scene made the saleswoman's eyes sparkle with admiration—how charming!
"Thank you for your patronage! We look forward to your next visit."
As Zhao Shen exited amidst the saleswoman's warm farewell, he couldn't help but touch his rather empty wallet, pondering how fleeting life can be.
"I half-expected something bizarre to happen—being looked down upon or slapped in the face, perhaps even having a salesgirl shower me with affection. Don't salespeople often offer such perks? I suppose I'm not destined to be the protagonist of a story!" Reflecting on his bold purchase of the Optimus Prime, Zhao Shen felt buoyant; how wonderful it would be if that gaming bed were as unique as a Transformer!
Glancing at his phone, he noted that it was already half-past eleven—time for lunch.
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He hailed a passing car, and after enjoying the luxury of a private vehicle, Zhao Shen realized that modern taxis weren't so different after all.
"Where to, young man?" the driver inquired.
"Just find a decent hotel," Zhao Shen replied.
In the past, he had visited countless high-end hotels, starting out as a mere apprentice before gradually advancing through the ranks—a tale marked by tears and sweat.
Yet now, it seemed unlikely that anyone could surpass his golden fried rice and Ice Silkworm Dumplings; Zhao Shen felt a sense of pride and satisfaction in that.
Before long, the car came to a stop, and as Zhao Shen exited, he paused in surprise. What a coincidence; he recognized this establishment!