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Next to the rose field.

Liu Jiayi, who had been collecting a large number of dried rose leaves, was panting with exhaustion and sat on the ground drinking a stamina-recovery potion.

What kind of rubbish rose is this? There is no way to store it in the space prop! It can only be moved manually!

It took her three hours to collect 720 kg of dried rose leaves. After deducting the 480 kg of dried rose leaves they had to process over the two-day mission, there were still 240 kg left to exchange for four bottles of mid-range perfume.

Liu Jiayi just checked her pay slip. Intermediate rose perfume refers to perfume with a concentration of 50~80%, which can last for 12 hours, and the lasting time has tripled!

If they could get so many mid-level perfumes, they could get more refugees to join them.

But the prerequisite is that they can successfully handle so many dried rose leaves.

After drinking the energy recovery potion, Liu Jiayi wiped her mouth and stood up. Looking back, she saw a lot of refugees standing behind her.

Bai Liu stood in front of these refugees. These refugees, who looked like wolves and beasts, huddled behind Bai Liu, hunched their bodies a little awkwardly, and nodded to Liu Jiayi.

The refugees have a natural sense of awe towards employees like Liu Jiayi who work in the Rose Factory, even though she looks like just a child.

"These are the refugees I found who are more familiar with the work of processors." Bai Liu turned around and made way for the refugees behind him. "Some of them used to work in the Rose Factory but were forced to resign."

At Bai Liu's signal, the shivering refugees behind him mustered up their courage, stepped forward, squatted down and began to deal with the roses on the ground.

These people were quick and efficient and worked very quickly. Once they got into work mode, they focused entirely on the task. They avoided Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi at first, but later they gradually became more comfortable.

They quickly sorted the roses that had been piled up into a flat surface suitable for drying in the sun.

These laid-off workers who have undergone intensive work training and polishing are not comparable to novices like Bai Liu and Liu Jiayi. They cannot rely on hunting refugees and snatching roses to get promoted, but rely purely on work efficiency to get promoted. Therefore, their manual work speed is very fast. Some very skilled processors can screen at the same speed as machines.

Liu Jiayi initially planned to join the refugee screening team, but later she found that her joining would only make these refugees timid, fearing that their dirty hands would touch her and disrupt their work rhythm, so Liu Jiayi had to withdraw.

After Bai Liu brought the refugees back, he sat down far away from the roses and rested leisurely, without trying to join in.

When Liu Jiayi saw Bai Liu like this, she did not mock him for being lazy, but felt complicated and wanted to sigh.

Bai Liu distributed most of the perfume to the civilians and her. He really needed to stay away from the pollution of the dry leaf rose so that his spirit value would not drop so quickly. But correspondingly, in this copy where spirit value could only be restored with perfume, Bai Liu, who had the lowest spirit value, would bear the greatest risk.

Although he himself doesn't seem to think there is anything wrong with it.

After sorting the roses, the refugees took Bai Liu to find a hidden place with good lighting where they used to dry the roses. They spread the roses out neatly, nodded to Bai Liu and the others, and said that they would come again if they needed them the next day, and then left.

After all, staying with roses for a long time will make their perfume lose its effectiveness faster.

"It takes twelve hours of sun exposure and twelve hours of moon exposure to dry the clothes." Liu Jiayi glanced at the time. "We have to wait until noon the next day to finish drying the clothes here. It should be different from the weighing time of others."

"But I guess they'll wait for you."

She looked up at Bai Liu and said, "So what are you going to do then?"

"Let them catch me." Bai Liu said with a smile, "but they can't bear to kill me."

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The next day at noon, we were weighed at the north gate entrance of the rose field.

Qi Yifang and his group, who had already finished weighing, stood by the weighing point with their arms folded. Tang Erda was leaning casually at the entrance with a sack in his hand. He seemed to have not slept all night, and there were still some unclear dark circles under his eyes, but he looked in good spirits.

Tang Er was still weighing the dozen of dried rose leaves, but the face of the processor who was weighing the heavy weight had become slightly stiff.

In order to control errors, the roses are weighed 5kg at a time, and a pile of weighed dried rose leaves is piled up at the feet of the weighing worker.

"715kg, 720kg, 735kg..." The processor took a deep breath and looked at Tang Erda, "Are you sure you want to weigh so much at once?! If you can't finish the subsequent drying and drying, and waste too many moldy roses, you will be fined!"

Tang Erda handed the last sack in his hand to the processor who was weighing it, and said in a lukewarm tone: "It won't be wasted, weigh it."

Qi Yihang's expression was complicated but also a bit sad - the three of them, even with their skills, could only produce 100kg more roses than Tang Erda...

What does this person do in real life? Is he a professional rose grower? Why is he so familiar with these things?

After Tang Er finished weighing, the processor who was doing the weighing also weighed the roses collected by several other processors. After the other processors finished weighing the dried roses, they entered the factory and quickly entered the next step of drying and airing.

As Liu Jiayi said, Qi Yifang, Tang Erda and their group finished the weighing very early, but they stayed by the side and did not leave.

They stared intently at the rose field, obviously waiting for Bai Liu who had not yet come to be weighed.

The sun moves westward. It is now one o'clock in the afternoon, the brightest and hottest time of the May sun. Most of the processors have finished weighing and gone to work.

The processor in charge of weighing was about to pack up and leave. At this moment, two people, one big and one small, came over to the edge of his sight, dragging sacks on a cart.

The heat waves from the direct sunlight made their figures on the ground distorted, appearing and disappearing from time to time, but it still attracted everyone's attention.

Qi Yifang lowered his arms from across his chest and took the direction sign in his hand with a serious expression.

Tang Erda stood up straight, waking up from his sleep. His slightly blurred gaze turned into a cold and sharp one. His hands moved down along his trouser legs, and a revolver silently appeared in his right hand, which he gripped and loaded.

The two men walked neither fast nor slow, and the old cart loaded with heavy sacks made a creaking sound as it was dragged. Before they came up to them, Tang Erda had already raised his pistol, and the weather vane in Qi Yihang's hand began to turn.

But soon, they all stopped in shock.

Although there were two people who walked to the weighing point, one of them was Liu Jiayi, and the other was not Bai Liu, but just an ordinary refugee.

This refugee seemed to be hired by Liu Jiayi in exchange for perfume to move the roses. After moving the roses to the weighing point, he nodded to Liu Jiayi, accepted the perfume sprayed on his face by Liu Jiayi with tears of gratitude, and then left quickly.

"Where's Bai Liu?" Tang Er pointed a gun at Liu Jiayi's face and asked in a cold voice, "Why didn't he come to the weigh-in?"

Liu Jiayi seemed to have not seen the gun Tang Erda had pointed at her face. After handing the cart of dried rose leaves to the worker who was weighing them, she turned around and looked up at Tang Erda with an innocent expression and a confused tone: "What Bai Liu? I didn't enter the game with him, and I haven't seen him now. These are all roses I picked and dried myself, and they are all counted in my name. What does it have to do with him?"

Tang Erda frowned, but he did not put down the gun that was aimed at Liu Jiayi.

...something is wrong. If Bai Liu did not act with Liu Jiayi but acted alone, then Bai Liu would not come to weigh and register himself, so there would be no registered sun-dried roses in his name, and Bai Liu would not be able to enter the next work process.

As a processor, not registering the raw materials is fatal. If Bai Liu doesn't come to register today, he will not be able to deliver the processed dried rose leaves in two days at most, and he will soon be demoted to a flower picker.

Seeing Tang Erda draw his gun without hesitation and aim it at Liu Jiayi, Qi Yifang, who was originally prepared to fight the enemy with him, did not react. When he came to his senses and saw this scene, he was so scared that he almost dropped the wind vane.

——This is different from what we agreed at the beginning, hunter! Didn’t you say you can’t use force against the little witch?

That's my former goddess... and now my daughter! She saved my life!

Qi Yifang, his scalp tingling, held up the direction indicator, his heart pounding as he stood in front of Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi.

He tried his best to maintain his composure and raised his hands, making a gesture that would not actively attack, but his eyes were fixed on the gun in Tang Er's hand that was ready to fire: "...Mr. Hunter, our current enemy is Bai Liu. Let's unite to fight against him. The little witch is only eight years old. It seems that she was probably deceived by Bai Liu."

Qi Yifang's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He carefully pinched the muzzle of Tang Erda's gun with two fingers and moved it away, but Tang Erda just glanced at him with a serious look. The moved muzzle of the gun flipped dizzily in his hand, and passed through Qi Yifang who was blocking Liu Jiayi in front of him, and once again aimed straight at Liu Jiayi behind him.

Tang Erda's right hand holding the gun passed under Qi Yifang's arm at a speed invisible to the naked eye and aimed unshakably at the center of Liu Jiayi's eyebrows.

"I didn't promise not to hurt Liu Jiayi outside the game." Tang Er raised his deep blue, almost black eyes, and the gradually blooming roses were like a pool of coagulated blood spreading in his eyes. "I only promised to snipe Bai Liu with you guys."

The author has something to say:

Gay friend (starting PUA): You have to work hard enough to make it look like you’ve worked hard. Then when others scold you, they can only call you a piece of crap, but they can’t scold you for not working hard.

Me: Yes!

Friend: Do you know who was the last person who updated 20,000 words a day for three consecutive years?

Me: Who is it?

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Me: Wuwuwu, okay, I’ll write it right away!

I can do it! Oli! More chapters! Go ahead!! Tun tun tun! (Actually, it’s because my friend works late at night, so he doesn’t want me to sleep and wants me to write. This is how we insult each other during our work hiatus.

When you don't want to work or study, you can try to insult yourself like this, it works (thumbs up)