Chapter 277

“For example, if they lend us a bag of food, we have to return them two bags of food after a period of time.

When food prices were at their lowest, we calculated the price of two bags of food based on normal food prices and gave them the money, and they stopped asking us for food.

We make money, they make money, and we get food, so it’s a good deal.”

I said.

“What if someone gets hurt?”

The second staff member asked.

“We can try to avoid that, and unless someone is cutting corners, they shouldn’t lose much.

If they do suffer losses, it is nobody else's fault.

Luck is something that is probably limited in the world. If they get one part, they will lose another part.

That’s not something I can get involved in.”

I said.

"We just have food, so let's do as you say."

The boss answered me.

I nodded, and that was settled.

"Although I don't know what you are planning, my intuition tells me that you must be doing something terrible and evil that you cannot tell anyone about."

Zheng Er said to me at the office door.

"Whatever you want."

I walked around him.

"If anything happens to them, I won't let you go."

He seemed a little angry, and couldn't help but run over to block my way and spoke to me again.

"I know what you mean. Aren't you just worried that I'll kill them all? Don't worry. I don't want to do anything that troublesome for the time being."

I said to him.

It wasn't really an explanation, but I hoped it would keep him away.

I just don’t know what he heard, his expression became even uglier.

"No matter what you want to do, I won't let you succeed. If I thought you were a good person before, I will never think so again now. Don't think I will be fooled again."

He swore to say the same to me.

I thought it was a little funny, so I laughed. He clenched his fist as if he wanted to punch me in the face, but he didn't do it for a while.

"You are a good man who cares about the country and the people, and I am a treacherous minister who commits crimes. Okay, the emperor has been dead for many years, and you are still like this. I really don't know which dynasty you are from."

I laughed, walked around him, and finally left this time.

He didn't come over again, but it was said that he looked at me from behind for a long time before returning to his seat. People around us saw it and thought we were crazy.

But since I wasn't the one standing behind the others and watching them, they thought that it was Shoji who was crazier, not me.

In a way this is a good thing.

Because from this point of view, my reputation is better than his.

Next time if he tries to block my way and tells me that you are a bad guy, I can tell him based on how others see him, that in fact, in other people’s eyes, you are a little worse than me.

Maybe he will be even more devastated than he is today.

If I were more of a villain, I could walk away from him while laughing and pat him on the shoulder, which would be full of sarcasm.

Very interesting.

Today I feel a little less empty than yesterday.

I went home happily and planned to cook a bowl of sweet porridge.

I don't add anything except sugar, rice, and water.

I boiled for an hour and a half.

The rice was sticky, melted together and soaked up water.

Took a mouthful of rice porridge.

It's sweet, but not too sweet, like sugarcane juice with a lot of water added.

It's a bit sticky in the mouth, and when you swallow it, it feels like some kind of sticky slug is making a circle in your throat.

I took another sip.

I suddenly wanted to write a letter to my friend.

I took the porridge out of the pot, turned off the fire, sat at the table, spread out some letter paper, and wrote down what had happened recently.

I hope he knows, maybe I hope he is safe, or maybe I hope he won't be too distant after he leaves.

However, it cannot be denied that distance can make feelings fade. If there is not much love to begin with, it will become even weaker.

Just like the pot of porridge I just cooked today.

I folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope, then found a way to get the letter to my friend.

After that, I finished my bowl of porridge, which was about the same temperature, bit by bit. It took me six hours, watching the sky outside the window gradually turn from bright to dark.

It's getting dark.

I rested for a night and went to work the next day. Nothing special happened at work, but it seemed that the recent tasks had suddenly decreased.

I thought I could have a good time for a while, but my boss called me to the office.

"You often go out of the city, so it must not be difficult for you to comfort those hungry people near the city. With your ability, it is not dangerous either.

After much thought, you are the best candidate.

You want to go, right?"

The boss sat in the office and looked at me and asked.

I hesitated and nodded.

If I have time, I would like to visit my friends. I don't want to do any missions even if I want to go out of town. However, missions must be done, no matter if you come early or late.

So I might as well take this task, play around when I have free time and then sneak back. Anyway, no one will follow me all the time and monitor me in the name of supervision.

"Since you agree, then good, you should get ready and go tomorrow. I can give you a day off today, you can go home and pack your things and get ready.

The next morning, go out with the other people assigned to you, bring food and go find the hungry victims. "

The boss said to me.

I nodded.

“I have considered what you said in the previous meeting.

I think it's good, because you proposed it, so I want you to go. If you don't do well when you get there, someone will report it to me. Don't mind it.

If you do well, I will reward you with money when you come back.

If you complete a few good tasks later, I can give you a promotion. Don't let me down. Do you understand? "

The boss asked me.

I nodded to show that I understood.

The boss let me out.

I returned home, packed my things, and walked around the house with my luggage. When I felt it was heavy enough, I heard someone knocking on the door.

My friend is no longer here, so the person knocking on the door was either someone sent by my boss to inform me, or it was Zheng Er.

My boss said he would let me out tomorrow morning, so the person who came today must not be sent by the boss.

There is only one possibility.

What are the two staff members here to do?

I didn't really want to open the door, so I sat down and waited, hoping that after he knocked and heard no movement inside he would leave on his own, but he persisted.

I had no choice but to go and open the door, and when I opened it, I saw that it was indeed him.

He stared at me with a stern face and asked, "Are you plotting something?"

"What conspiracy could I have? You saw everything. I was packing my things. Is there anything wrong with packing things? I'm not packing your things in your house."

I spread my hands and said to him.

He listened to me and looked inside from my side. Through the gap, he saw a large bag of luggage that I had just packed piled up in my room.

"What are you going to do?"

He opened his eyes wide, not daring to believe what he saw, nor what he thought of because of what he saw.

The phrase "almost couldn't believe his own eyes" could best describe his current state of shock and daze.

"As you can see, I am going on a mission, but this time I am not going out of town. I will not tell you where I am going, so that you do not disturb me when I am on a mission."

I said to him.

"No way, no way. How can I give you this mission?"

He was so shocked that he took a step back, his body swayed twice as if he couldn't believe it, and he reached out to hold on to the wall.

But the hand touched the wall and then retracted as if it had been electrocuted, as if a bug on the wall had bitten him, but he did not turn his head. That was when he suddenly realized that he was outside my house.

"How is it impossible?

Did you have a deal with those starving people? Did they specifically ask you to go, or did you think I would not be able to do the job and therefore would not accept the mission?

You shouldn't do that. You didn't join the company today. You should have known that I would accept most of the tasks in the company.

You can't give me money, so why don't you let me take the task?

You should look into your head.

Go to the hospital when you have time.

You are even more abnormal than I am."

I laughed and prepared to close the door.

He rushed over and pressed against the door like an angry bull against a red cloth.

He glared at me angrily.

“How can you slander me like that? I have no dealings with them at all.

I said it's impossible because someone like you doesn't care about them at all, so how could you possibly take on such a task?

I thought that even if someone gave you a task, you would immediately turn it down because you wanted them to die, just like you wanted me to die.

There's no point in you denying it, because I know what you're thinking.

You have bad intentions, you are not a good person, I will go to the hospital, but not because you ask me to, but because other people in my family are waiting for me in the hospital.

I will definitely go, but I am more normal than you. It must be like this. I am too normal.

So this task cannot be given to me, for I am afraid that I will be contaminated by them if I go, but this does not mean that you have won me.

I tell you.

There is still a lot of time. I am not dead today, and I will not die tomorrow. I will come to see you the day after tomorrow, until you die. Just wait for me."

He seemed to have sworn an oath to a white wall, and then he ran away, tired and angry.

“It’s inexplicable, but he’s really suitable to be an additive. It’s a pity that the boss didn’t send him to the additive factory.

I'll take him there myself one day."

I muttered to myself.

Then comes the mission.

I used one year old rice to produce the effect of three years old rice, as well as a separate batch of rice candy.

I fed the hungry people with rice porridge and sold the rice candy.