Chapter 078: Eating Watermelon at the Food Court (6)
Zhou Youwei felt a little embarrassed when he heard the buzz-cut man's words. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? We are all members of the Zhou family. Of course we should stick together in this dungeon."
Zhou Dada sneered, "I'm giving you some props because I feel sorry for you, the descendants of the Zhou family, and you're really good at taking advantage of others.
"You yelled so loudly just now. All the NPCs here know you got beaten up after trying to harm someone. Which store would dare hire you now? Don't bring bad luck to me and cause me to lose my job.
“You know you’re a member of the Zhou family now, but why didn’t you know you were a member of the Zhou family when you were doing stupid things and embarrassing the Zhou family just now?
"Be careful out there in the future, and don't make a fool of yourself by using the Zhou family's name.
"Otherwise, I will punish you even more severely than those NPCs."
After hearing this, Zhou Youwei instantly fell from the boundless fantasy of recognizing his relatives into a deep pit of shock, and felt a chill all over his body.
Seeing his grandson's idiotic expression, Zhou Da showed a hint of disdain, then forced a smile: "Do you understand what I said?"
Zhou Youwei nodded, his eyes still blank.
Only then did Zhou Da feel satisfied and turned to leave.
Feng Xiansu threw all the props she had just received at the shaved-haired man: "What a bullshit great-grandfather, who cares about your crappy props!"
Zhou Da didn't even look back, too lazy to argue with the ignorant little girl.
Zhou Youwei quickly chased after the props rolling on the ground and picked them up one by one.
Although it's not a good thing, a mosquito leg is still meat.
At this moment, in the bun shop, Liu Tang held a radio made of rolled-up cardboard to his ear and asked Mo Qianhe, "Did you hear what they said?"
Mo Qianhe said seriously, "The man with the buzz cut called Zhou Youwei a grandson, and Zhou Youwei knelt down and called him grandpa."
Liu Tang: “…”
It seems to be right, but also seems to be wrong in every way.
This melon is so hard to eat!
Mo Qianhe turned to Liu Tang and asked, "Boss, do you need me to ask Mr. Ji for help?"
Liu Tang nodded, shaking his head so much that the shadow of the bun above his head left an afterimage. "Ask! I must ask!"
Mo Qianhe smiled: "Then what reward do I have?"
Liu Tang raised his hand and made a six, saying, "I'll raise your salary to 160 Food Coins!"
Seeing Mo Qianhe's disgusted look, Liu Tang raised the price: "165 Food Coins! It can't be any higher!"
Mo Qianhe smiled and said, "I don't want any of these. I want the boss to only hire me as a part-time employee and not to hire any other part-time employees."
Liu Tang: “…”
I don't understand why you're so jealous.
Copy live broadcast room barrage:
"How weird, is Liar Mo flirting with the NPC?"
"It's possible. This isn't the first time he's done this anyway."
"But this is a robot! It's not us Tangtang!"
"I can't knock it, I really can't knock it."
"Hey, so perverted."
"You liar! Have you forgotten Tangtang by the Wanjing Garden?"
While Mo Qianhe was asking Pavilion Master Ji about the situation, Liu Tang received a pop-up message from his nephew:
"Uncle, the business of my stinky tofu stall hasn't been very good recently, and I have to spend money to find someone to carry out our plan. Could you please give me some subsidies?"
Liu Tang was about to curse back, but when he flipped through their chat history, he discovered that his uncle had actually been providing stable financial support to the other party.
No wonder this silly nephew is so willing to run errands for his uncle. It turns out that money can make the world go round.
It turns out there is no free lunch in the world.
Liu Tang had no choice but to check his NPC personal account and transfer some money.
Zhou Youwei's commotion was more or less heard by the shop owners and stall owners around the food court.
Regardless of whether the owner of the stinky tofu stall wanted to harm people behind their backs, this man surnamed Zhou was not trustworthy.
If the stall owner wanted to harm someone, then the man surnamed Zhou would agree to join the other party in harming the person, and then bite back in the end.
If the stall owner does not want to harm anyone, then this man surnamed Zhou is just lying and slandering good people.
No one dares to take the risk of hiring such a cancer.
So until the food court was about to open, Zhou Youwei was not hired.
He knew that he had no hope of finding a job and his communicator was lost. He was at the end of his rope, so he turned to his daughter and said, "Susu, find a job first. I can't be relied on anymore. You have to at least protect yourself first."
Feng Xiansu looked worried: "What are you going to do at night?"
When entering the dungeon, the rules state that only players who find part-time jobs can stay in the part-time staff dormitory at night.
If Zhou Youwei cannot find a job today, he will not be allowed to enter the dormitory.
Zhou Youwei pretended to be nonchalant and replied to his daughter: "Hey, at worst I can just sleep in the square for one night. The square is so big, are you worried about not finding a place to take a nap?"
Although Feng Xiansu felt that this method was inappropriate, she couldn't care less now.
Once the food court opens, all players must suspend their job search.
Therefore, the most important thing for her at the moment is to find a part-time job.
As long as she can earn enough food coins, she won’t be afraid of not being able to help her godfather.
Thinking of this, she went back to look for several stores that had expressed willingness to hire her.
However, by this time, the shop owners had seen her with Zhou Youwei and were afraid to hire her again, so they turned the father and daughter away.
In the end, only the milk tea shop was left.
Zhou Youwei advised his daughter: "Go and ask."
Feng Xiansu knew that now was not the time to be willful, and the owner of the milk tea shop might not hire her.
With mixed feelings, she returned to the milk tea shop again.
"Okay, but your salary will be cut in half, only one hundred food coins a day." Seeing that she had come back, the boss cut her salary in half.
Feng Xiansu gritted her teeth and chose to agree.
This is her only choice now. She can only suffer a little loss first and then find a way to get it back.
Zhou Youwei was outside the store when he received the news that his daughter had been successful in the job, and he felt relieved.
He was not idle either. He turned around and tried to build good relationships with the owners of the snack stalls.
After leaving the milk tea shop, President Jiang of the Poshan Guild also walked around the food court.
Originally, he promised the bun shop owner that he would give priority to working part-time at the bun shop, but considering that all players should contact as many different shops as possible to obtain dungeon information, he gave up the bun shop and chose to work at the nearby dioxia sesame cake shop.
In the Crumb Pancake Shop, President Jiang followed the boss's instructions and took out a pancake that had been frozen for who knows how long from the freezer and put it in the oven to bake it again.
After baking, they are brushed with sauce again and placed in the window for sale, looking no different from freshly made ones.
He pretended to be worried and asked his boss: "Is this legal?"
The boss waved his hand nonchalantly: "It only happens occasionally. There aren't many cakes left over every day. It won't be a problem."
Jiang Minxu nodded and continued to bake other cakes.
"The food court is about to open and customers will be arriving soon. Please be prepared, merchants." An announcement was made in the square.
"Countdown: Three."
"two."
"one."
As the voice fell, a steady stream of customers began to appear in the center of the sunken square, and they all walked towards the surrounding shops and stalls.
"Boss, two baskets of steamed buns, a bowl of kelp soup, and a bowl of black rice porridge."
Liu Tang's store also welcomed its first batch of customers.
Mo Qianhe found himself like a robot, automatically loading the work module. He became extremely skilled right from the start, and easily served the kelp and pork ribs soup and black rice porridge, selected the steamed dumplings, and served them to the guests.
Liu Tang was quickly making dumplings in the kitchen.
It was hard for him to imagine that his pair of robotic hands were so flexible and his operations were smooth and there was no delay at all.
Mo Qianhe served meals to all the customers in the restaurant before going to the kitchen to help Liu Tang.
While the two of them were making dumplings, Mo Qianhe was reporting the information he had learned from Pavilion Master Ji.
"Wow, that player with a buzz cut is really Mr. Zhou's grandfather? What a coincidence." Liu Tang couldn't help but sigh after hearing Mo Qianhe's words.
Mo Qianhe smiled and said, "I've heard of his grandfather, Zhou Dada, in the rest area before."
Before Mo Qianhe could finish his words, some of the first customers in the store had already finished their food and stood up to leave.
Mo Qianhe hurried out to clear the table and greet the new guests.
After that, because many dishes had to be prepared fresh and the tableware had to be cleaned up in a timely manner, the two became increasingly busy and no longer had time to meet and chat.
Liu Tang simply opened a private voice channel between the employee and the boss, and the two continued talking while busy with the work at hand.
Mo Qianhe: "You know that the rest area has always posted the player scoreboard, right?"
Liu Tang's fingers fluttered as he puckered his face into a flowery shape, and he replied, "Yeah, I know. I also know there's actually a leaderboard among players called the 'Wealth List,' which tallies the cumulative amount of ghost money players have earned in the rest area."
Mo Qianhe quickly served the dishes while replying, "Boss, as a dungeon NPC, you really know a lot."
Liu Tang choked and immediately worried that he would be punished by the dungeon rules.
But after a long while nothing happened, and he didn't hear the system trying to expel him from the copy, so he felt a little relieved.
It seems that as long as you don't intentionally reveal your true identity, you won't be punished.
After this round of testing, Mo Qianhe was completely certain that the other party was Liu Tang.
It was also confirmed that the other party was restricted by the rules and was not allowed to reveal his true identity to him.
Feeling the silence from Liu Tang, Mo Qianhe wondered if the other party had said something that was blocked.
He didn't wait for the other party's answer, but continued on his own: "This Mr. Zhou Da is one of the top ten on the wealth list."
After Liu Tang's understanding of the dungeon rules deepened, he relaxed a little while chatting with Mo Qianhe. He asked, "I've always been curious. After all, these ghost coins can only be used in the rest area. After a certain amount, they should be meaningless. Why do these people still work so hard to earn ghost coins?"
While Mo Qianhe was washing the dishes, he answered, "Because when a person has enough ghost money, they can exchange it for points."
"Ah? Isn't it said that points can only be obtained by completing the game? How can ghost money be exchanged for points?" Liu Tang was puzzled.
Another group of new customers came in. Mo Qianhe replenished the paper towels and seasonings in the store, and gradually felt a little dizzy from being so busy.
He had to admit that it made sense for the store to need two part-time workers.
Even so, he continued to patiently explain to Liu Tang: "Theoretically, through the system, points can only be exchanged for ghost money, and the reverse exchange is not possible.
“But if you are a player and want to exchange a small amount of points for ghost money to spend in the rest area.
"Assuming there is such a demand, you can only redeem one point for one thousand Hell Coins through the system. But now, if other players want to buy points from you, you transfer one point to them, and they will transfer ten thousand Hell Coins to you.
"Will you choose to redeem it from the system, or from this 'sucker' player?"
Liu Tang understood: "So that's how it is. These players on the rich list can use ghost money that far exceeds the system ratio to 'buy' the points in the hands of other players.
"There are so many players in the rest area. Even if each of them is only willing to sell him one point, it will be enough for him to redeem the amount he needs."
When Liu Tang thought about this, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.
It sounds like Mr. Zhou Da has passed away for quite some time. Plus, he is very good at earning ghost money, so he should have been able to redeem more than 10,000 points long ago.
Shouldn't he have been able to pass it a long time ago?
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