Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

She still needed to organize an art exhibition for Yi Xiaodong in the future.

Oh, just thinking about it made her feel it would cost a fortune.

Not to mention the cost of all the drawing paper and pencils Yi Xiaodong would need.

She had to find a job, something that could support both her and Yi Xiaodong.

At night, Ning Shu slept in the car with Yi Xiaodong.

Ning Shu cultivated while Yi Xiaodong slept.

The next day, Ning Shu went out to collect trash—actually, she decided to go to an internet cafe to check on how things had progressed instead.

After paying a few coins, she turned on a computer and searched for news on the Min Corporation and the rumors about corpse oil.

The post Ning Shu had made before had been deleted, and the official website she had hacked was back to normal.

The company had issued a statement, saying the rumors were false and that they would pursue legal action against those spreading them.

They even posted this announcement on the largest social media platform, Weibo.

Although the post had been deleted, Ning Shu didn’t care. Forcing the company to issue a statement and conduct food safety checks was already a significant success.

She glanced at the stock market and saw that the Min Corporation’s stock price had continued to plummet.

Food safety was a critical issue for public well-being, and using corpse oil was unthinkable.

Even if the Min family took their products to an authoritative testing agency and proved they met all standards, the public wouldn’t believe them.

Sometimes people only believe what they want to believe. Rumors, once spread, were hard to shake off.

By now, Min Haochu should be too busy dealing with the chaos at home to bother with her.

With his family involved in such a scandal, Min Haochu probably wouldn’t have the energy to toy with his “pet” anymore, right?

At least for the moment, she could breathe a little easier.

Ning Shu’s next goal was clear: make money, then make more money.

She needed money to organize an art exhibition for Yi Xiaodong.

After some thought, she decided to take up embroidery. Nowadays, almost any job requires certification, and the original host wasn’t even eighteen years old yet—still a minor.

So, embroidery it was. But who would she sell her embroidery to?

The original host had no resources, nothing to her name except her life.

No money, no house, no parents, no family or friends.

Her only companion was her mentally challenged brother.

After cultivating all night, Ning Shu transferred some of her spiritual energy to Yi Xiaodong.

Her body was filled with fiery yang energy, which only caused damage.

In the past, she had put fiery yang energy into Ding Ningdie’s body to slowly destroy her body.

While the pain wasn’t unbearable, it was a slow torture to continuously deal with it day after day, year after year.

On the other hand, spiritual energy was gentle and nourishing for the body.

Yi Xiaodong was born with developmental delays, and there was no medicine to cure his condition.

After preparing breakfast for Yi Xiaodong, Ning Shu headed out.

As long as Yi Xiaodong had his drawing materials, he wouldn’t cause trouble. Ning Shu pulled the car door closed and reminded Yi Xiaodong through the window, “Xiaodong, don’t go wandering off. Be good and wait for me to come back.”

“Don’t open the door for anyone. I’ll be back soon,” Ning Shu instructed.

Ning Shu then took the recyclables she had collected to sell, before heading back to the internet cafe.

Being broke was such a struggle—she had to go to the cafe just to keep up with the news.