Chapter 403 Who says that chefs will never starve to death no matter how the times change?
"Well, compared to the real hell, this place might be a little better."
An outstanding employee of the Ghost Gate Security Bureau who actually participated in the construction of the Eighteen Levels of Hell made a sharp comment on this.
"The real hell? You're talking about it like you've actually been there?"
Old Liu took off his prosthetic limb and placed it on the small table. He moved his stiff thigh and wiped the sweat off it.
At the same time, he also installed a mechanical arm on the arm that was equipped with the plasma cutter, and adjusted his steel right leg, which looked a little stiff.
Only then did Lu Wenwu realize that the nozzle that could eject ultra-high temperature plasma turbulence was right on the tips of Liu Linan's five fingers, rather than a separate detachable launch device.
They've now been replaced by small electric screwdrivers and miniature arc welding guns.
"Were people so superstitious two hundred years ago? Or did those experimenters instill some bizarre memories in you?" Liu Linan asked as he maintained his prosthetic limb. "We have some strange religious beliefs nowadays, but they're mostly just hoaxes."
"No, I just do what I like in my own house. No one forces me to do anything. I can use the Internet as much as I want, but I'm not very interested in it."
Lu Wenwu sat up from the bed with a grin, leaning against the metallic wall.
"To be honest, I've actually been to the mythical Eighteen Levels of Hell. It was all red and pitch black, the kind where you couldn't see your hand in front of you. And most importantly, there was no food."
"Oh yeah, is there anything to eat? I don't mind protecting you if someone attacks, but if you don't give me something to eat, I might starve to death."
"I think those researchers must have injected some strange religious content into you, causing your memory to become misplaced."
Liu Linan showed pity on his face and placed the backpack next to Lu Wenwu.
"I only have the most ordinary nutritional cream. I'm a crippled man in my thirties and can't afford a good leg replacement. I can't find a job, and I can't afford anything else. But your treatment is really enviable. Nowadays, people have to pay a high price to even browse some meaningless knowledge."
"Thirty? I thought you were at least fifty!"
Lu Wenwu was greatly surprised and poured out all the nutritional paste in his backpack.
Not many, only ten in total.
There was also a bottle of cheap-looking potion. Lu Wenwu instinctively felt that this thing should be of some help in repairing fractures.
"Forget the nutrient paste. That bottle of Bone Spirit can promote bone growth. It's worth 5,846 credits. Remember to return it to me when you have the money. You and Maomao can decide between you. I think it's quite intelligent," Liu Linan said without looking up. "Although it won't be very useful for ordinary serious injuries, you both have unusual physiques, so it should be of some use."
"Thank you. I will definitely pay you back double when I make money."
Lu Wenwu pinched Maomao's mouth open, poured the Bone Spirit into it, and pinched its throat at the same time.
The process of injecting the medicine is as smooth as pouring water down the toilet.
Maomao, who was in a coma, coughed slightly and his expression relaxed a little.
The essence of energy extracted after absorbing the medicine is instinctively repairing the broken bones and quickly restoring health.
Lu Wenwu is not worried about making money.
Are you kidding me? He is a top spiritual chef!
One of the best chefs in the world!
If we include the field of egg-filled pancakes, he is not even one of the best. There is no doubt that he is the greatest chef in the world today.
No one is qualified to compete with him in the field of cooking.
Such a top chef can make a lot of money even if he sets up a small stall. How can he be poor?
Lu Wenwu is very confident about this.
Liu Linan could not deny his confident expression.
Lao Liu is also confident, but it has nothing to do with cooking, but in the field of fighting.
With the powerful killing ability shown by Lu Wenwu and Maomao, they should be able to reap a lot of money by just finding a gang to be a thug or applying for a special forces position in a large company.
If all else fails, become a killer or a mercenary.
Killing people, setting fires, and winning gold belts are always the fastest ways to make money.
But making money is not the most important thing at the moment.
The most important thing right now is to fill your stomach.
Faced with these tasteless nutritional pastes, Lu Wenwu hesitated for a moment. He tore open the packaging of seven of them, threw them all into his mouth, and finished them all in just a few bites.
The body's powerful digestive function immediately began to work. The nutritional paste that had just been swallowed was completely broken down before it even had time to slide into the stomach, turning into pure energy that was replenished into the flesh and blood.
Liu Linan's eyes widened at this action.
One piece of this stuff is enough to sustain a person's basic needs for most of the day, and it's enough for lying down and doing nothing all day.
Even for mercenaries who need to engage in high-intensity combat, eating two or three pieces on a daily basis is enough.
Eating seven in one go, aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?!
Before Liu Linan could speak, Lu Wenwu looked over with his hungry wolf-like eyes, touched his stomach slightly, and licked the corner of his mouth.
"Any more? Can you give me another hundred? I'll pay you back double when I have money."
Seven tubes of nutritional paste are simply not enough.
Not to mention filling your stomach completely, it can only barely soothe the dry cells in your body that are crying for food and slightly relieve your hunger.
It wasn't even enough to make up for the physical damage caused by the fatal blow.
Lu Wenwu didn't even dare to use all of this energy directly to supply his self-recovery ability to repair his injuries. He could only let it be supplied to various muscles first to barely maintain the minimum level of mobility.
He can use willpower to withstand pain and injury.
If you can't move because you don't have the strength, then you really have no idea what to do.
In Lu Wenwu's calculations, he wanted to completely recover from his injuries, restore his entire body to its current peak condition, and have a full stomach.
At the very least, you will need one hundred tubes of nutrient paste.
There is still a gap of ninety-three.
Even though he was extremely hungry, Lu Wenwu didn't dare to eat any more.
Maomao needs much less energy than him, but he still needs it.
These will be left to Maomao.
Seeing Lu Wenwu's green eyes, which were filled with hunger, Liu Linan's mouth twitched. "I've almost used up all my savings on the medical supplies I bought for you two. These ten tubes of nutritional cream are my last. If I were to eat them myself, I could use them sparingly for ten days."
"You mean, because one of these can barely sustain an adult's daily energy needs and doesn't take up space in the stomach, it's so expensive?"
Lu Wenwu slowly typed a question mark.
He remembered what Liu Linan had said just now, that people in this era have to pay a very high price to learn knowledge.
Maybe Liu Linan himself doesn’t know how to cook.
If you make it yourself, the cost will be lower. At best, you will have to eat more and digest and absorb it while eating.
Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu said confidently: "You can get some ingredients. I'm a very good chef. Just give me salt and fire, and I can make even the most unpalatable food as palatable as possible. We can cook it ourselves."
"Salt? Food? It seems your era was unexpectedly wonderful. It's really something to yearn for."
A fleeting glimmer of longing flashed across Liu Linan's eyes.
"Nutrient paste is the cheapest stuff. Because it tastes terrible, it's usually used in conjunction with the taste regulation system and the sensory shielding system. As for the ingredients and salt you mentioned, those are only affordable for the rich and are only found in restaurants. Low-class rats like us can only eat artificially synthesized nutrient paste."
"What the hell? Artificial synthesis?"
Lu Wenwu was shocked.
At this moment, he realized that the chef might really starve to death.
A good cook cannot cook without rice.
Even a chef of his level can't survive without eggs and flour!
It is indeed a hell for a chef.
Lu Wenwu was a little upset. "Is everyone going to eat this for the rest of their lives? No rice, flour, meat, or vegetables? How can anyone endure not having a hot meal in their entire life? Can they get enough nutrition?"
"Not really. Someone like me, who works hard scavenging and manages to save a bit of money, can only occasionally eat a few pieces of synthetic meat grown in a flesh factory throughout the year." Liu Linan spread his hands. "See, I told you you're an old-fashioned person who doesn't understand modern technology. All the nutrients necessary to maintain vital signs are already integrated into the nutrient paste."
"What the hell is this synthetic meat?! Are ducks and rabbits really that expensive to raise?" Lu Wenwu scratched his head, starting to get mad. "If I dared to feed my cat like this, it would immediately slap me with its claws and beak, saying it's abuse!"
"Look, back in your time, you could keep a pet cat. It was such a wonderful thing, wasn't it? Now, it's something only the gentlemen in the upper city have the time to care for. We can barely even feed ourselves. My living conditions are considered good among the lower class."
Liu Linan patted his intact shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"Perhaps the cost of large-scale breeding isn't high, but the company is doing this because artificially synthesized products are cheaper and more profitable. For the company, profit always comes first. In this city, credit points are above all else; they can do anything."
"What about leeks? I don't believe that something that can grow by just sprinkling some soil and watering it can be undervalued by artificially synthesized vegetables." Lu Wenwu was eager to find something edible.
"It has been suppressed, but not completely. The prices of natural plants are very high in Coconut Milk City, even those that were once agricultural crops."
Liu Linan explained slowly, a tiny light screen flashing in his eyes.
"Oh, I just did a search. The plant you mentioned called leek can be exchanged for a bottle of Shengguling for 50 grams. The artificially synthesized version costs about one-tenth of the price."
Lu Wenwu: “???”
He couldn't hold it in any longer.
Less than 6,000 yuan per pound?
With this calculation, if you want to eat a meal of chive and egg dumplings made with natural ingredients, it will cost tens of thousands! ?
Wdnmd, this is an international joke!
Just when he thought this was already very unbearable,
Liu Linan continued, "Well, not all natural plants are that expensive. Things like cocaine, poppies, marijuana, and tobacco are highly addictive and very cheap. Low-quality finished cigarettes are so cheap I can afford to smoke them every day. Low-quality alcohol is about the same."
Lu Wenwu was silent.
He suddenly thought of a very free and democratic country.
All the top echelons are time-tested and unwavering socialist fighters, and all their actions are aimed at gaining more and greater benefits.
Someone once imagined it.
When zbism develops to its extreme, it is replaced by a cyberpunk society—at least in terms of social structure.
The upper class reaps huge profits, while the lower class spends a lot of money on addictive consumer goods such as alcohol, DP, cigarettes, and gambling, and indulges in cheap pleasures every day to be exploited by the upper class.
Therefore, in the main mission of this dungeon, the shackles should refer to the company.
So, breaking the shackles means to replicate V Zhentian's operation, single-handedly attack major companies, and kill all these vampires who deserved to die a thousand times directly?
If we dig deeper and peel away the surface meaning, the shackles should also be hinting at this kind of heaven-defying ideology?
Do I need to break this deformed social system and reshape and reorganize the entire social class?
Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu felt overwhelmed.
In such an environment, he was asked to complete Taizu's great achievements and bring about a new world. How could he, a barbarian who only knew how to make egg-filled pancakes, figure it out?
If it really doesn't work
All we can do is grow and then pay tribute to the legendary Candy Crush player, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Chongba.
As long as you kill enough of them, the problem will be solved.
Lu Wenwu quickly finalized the final plan and goals based on his many years of experience in the industry.
So next.
Next, finding a way to make some big money becomes the most important thing right now!
Thinking of this, a good idea suddenly popped up in Lu Wenwu's mind.
"Hey, Lao Liu, how strong is the binding force of your contracts now?"
"Contract?" Liu Linan's expression was odd. "In Lower City, contracts are as legally binding as a piece of waste paper. The laws jointly formulated by various companies basically don't apply here. The management costs are too high. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you spend a certain amount of money to have a company notarize the contract, and if there's a transaction involved, you have to give the company a commission, so that the contract will be binding. As for the strength... Anyway, even if you give the Scavenger Bird a tactical nuclear bomb, they will definitely not dare to violate it."
"That's it!"
Lu Wenwu slapped his thigh excitedly and grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth.
"Do you know any wealthy customers who are willing to pay a little bit for the gluttony? At least the kind who can afford a few hundred tubes of nutritional cream?"
"Help me get a mission, any mission, preferably one that involves hiring someone to kill someone or massacring a certain faction or gang. After the mission is confirmed, a contract must be signed, and the company must notarize it, and they'll pay for the notarization fee."
"You can negotiate the mission compensation with them. The base price is no credit points, just two meals. These two meals will be all you can eat with Maomao's nutritional cream, but the first meal must be paid in advance before the mission officially begins."
"If there's a credit reward, that would be great. If not, just two meals will do. We won't lose out."
Having said that, Lu Wenwu showed a kind smile.
Liu Linan was stunned for three full seconds.
Then, he slammed the metal prosthesis he had removed and cried out in shock: "Blood hell! Damn it! Lu Wenwu, you are a fucking genius!"
(End of this chapter)
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