Chapter 079: Eating Watermelon at the Food Court (7)
While Mo Qianhe was busy, he answered Liu Tang's question in a tacit understanding: "Once your personal points reach 8,000 or more, any transfers you receive from other players will no longer be accumulated towards your total personal points.
"The system will create another account for him to store the points earned from the transfer.
"These points can still be exchanged for Hell Money, or used to purchase rest area time, but they won't allow him to complete the level. I think this is probably a restriction set by 'Hell 18' specifically for players who use Hell Money to purchase points."
Liu Tang exclaimed, "You know what? 'The 18th Layer of Hell' really doesn't allow players to delve into it. In other words, after 8,000 points, if you want to increase your points further, you have to earn them by completing the level yourself."
"That's right."
"Waiter! Why haven't our three baskets of buns been served yet?" the guests began to urge.
Mo Qianhe hurried over to comfort him and gave him an extra portion of pickles.
He began to regret letting Liu Tang only hire a part-time worker.
I even thought that President Jiang of the Poshan Guild had gone back on his word. He had promised that he would give priority to those who came to work in the bun shop, but why didn't they come in the end? He really didn't keep his word.
At this time, Liu Tang raised the question that had always concerned him: "Why would Pavilion Master Ji bet with these top ten rich people named Zhou?"
Mo Qianhe replied nonchalantly, "This Zhou guy is known for being very careful with his life. Every time he has to go to a dungeon, he will use enough points to hire a skilled player to help him through the dungeon.
"I guess Wantong Pavilion is short of money, so Pavilion Master Ji is here to earn some extra money."
Liu Tang was distressed: "Our Pavilion Master Ji has been really worried about Wantong Pavilion, and I actually gave him orders. I am really unqualified as a founder."
Before he knew it, Liu Tang no longer needed to hide his identity from Mo Qianhe.
He found that since Mo Qianhe guessed his identity, many of his actions would not be judged as violations.
Liu Tang then changed the subject: "Speaking of having to make a bet... didn't you say before that as long as you have enough points, you can stay in the rest area forever? Is there really a time when this wealthy Zhou has to make a bet?"
Mo Qianhe smiled and said, "I heard that after resting in the rest area for more than a year, the price of buying a day of rest time will be thousands of points, and it will increase exponentially in the future. No matter how many points you have, you can't afford to burn through it like this.
"To reset the price of buying downtime, these wealthy individuals will have to make a bet at least once a year."
After that, the store became increasingly overwhelmed. The kelp and pork ribs soup and black rice porridge that had been stewed in advance were sold out, and the speed at which the buns were released slowed down significantly, causing dissatisfaction among the customers.
"There are only buns, no drinks, it's so choking. Boss, how do you run this business?" a customer shouted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what would you like to drink? Our stall has eight-treasure porridge, osmanthus lotus root powder, red bean paste and mung bean soup... You can order and we will deliver it to you." At this time, a familiar man's voice came from outside the store.
Mo Qianhe looked up and saw Zhou Youwei shouting outside the store with a flattering smile.
Liu Tang peeked out and saw that it was Zhou Youwei. He couldn't help but smile, "This guy really has a strong desire to survive. If he had been so good at judging the situation when doing business, the Zhou family business probably wouldn't have fallen into such ruin, right?"
Since Zhou Youwei had the audacity to come and sell drinks, and Liu Tang was short of them, Mo Qianhe took advantage of the situation and asked Zhou Youwei to come into the store and take orders for the guests.
In a fried skewers shop across a row of stalls from the steamed bun shop, Zhou Dazhi was directing Ji Zehan, the head of Wantong Pavilion, to do things while pretending to be nice in front of the shop owner. At the same time, he was watching his adopted grandson running back and forth in the square delivering drinks, busy as a whim.
He showed a hint of admiration for his grandson: "Not bad, as a descendant of the Zhou family, he is not too useless."
Following the staff's instructions, Pavilion Master Ji took out a bag of chicken fillets from the designated location in the freezer and placed them in the refrigerator to thaw.
He deliberately checked the shelf life and production date.
I found out that this bag of chicken tenders has expired.
There was no expression on his face as he silently closed the cold storage door.
There was a long queue in front of the milk tea shop. Although the three girls were making milk tea skillfully and quickly, they obviously couldn't keep up with the speed at which customers placed their orders.
Feng Xiansu and Song Xiaoyan didn't get along well. Whenever they met each other while making milk tea, she would never give in.
After trying a few times and seeing that Song Xiaoyan was just letting it go and not making a fuss, Feng Xiansu became more and more aggressive and knocked over the milk tea in Song Xiaoyan's hand.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Feng Xiansu pretended to apologize, but there was an obvious smile on her face.
Song Xiaoyan looked at Feng Xiansu silently, ignored her, and went to get a mop to clean the floor in time.
Qin Zhengyi walked forward and pushed Feng Xiansu, saying loudly, "Are you sick? You don't want to work hard. We still want to concentrate on passing the exam. Don't look for trouble."
Seeing the mess at the restaurant table, the boss shouted, "What are you doing? Do you still want this job? If you don't want to work, get out now. You can get your salary as soon as you leave."
Feng Xiansu looked at the boss innocently: "Boss, I didn't mean to..."
Before she could finish, the boss raised his hand to interrupt: "I don't care whether you did it on purpose or not. If you want to waste the raw materials in my store again, just leave."
The tears that Feng Xiansu was about to use to show off her acting skills were stuck in her eyes.
Qin Zhengyi saw that the white lotus had failed in her innocent act and smiled gloatingly. The boss saw this and yelled at her, "Don't laugh either. Keep serving the food. If you had time to argue with people, you could have served several glasses of snow-capped jasmine wine."
Qin Zhengyi rolled her eyes and continued with the work in her hands.
After cleaning, Song Xiaoyan passed by Feng Xiansu.
Feng Xiansu looked at her provocatively, and saw that the eyes of the person in front of her were without any light, and as dark as the abyss.
Feng Xiansu's expression became a little stiff when she was looked back at.
It’s not her fault. Even the audience in the live broadcast room were scared by the close-up of these eyes.
At this moment, Song Xiaoyan raised the corners of her lips slightly, revealing a creepy smile. She leaned close to Feng Xiansu's ear and said, "You are quite courageous. You even dare to provoke a murderer."
Feng Xiansu felt a chill on her side and turned to look at the girl. She saw that the man put the mop back into the bathroom and walked out with his expression back to normal.
Just when she thought it was just an illusion, she saw Song Xiaoyan giving her another weird smile.
Song Xiaoyan whispered, "If I can make you die once, I can make you die again."
All the hairs on Feng Xiansu's back stood up instantly.
Outside the milk tea shop, the stinky tofu stall also started frying stinky tofu, and the smell stirred up by the boiling oil quickly drifted to the front of the milk tea shop with the wind.
The customers who were already waiting for their milk tea to be made in the store were fine, but the customers who were queuing outside the door were in trouble.
"It stinks! I hate stinky tofu the most."
"It also smells like cilantro. I'm going to vomit."
The guests started discussing it.
The stinky tofu stall owner looked indifferent and continued to happily fry his tofu, adding seasoning and coriander to it while it was still hot and selling it to customers in front of the stall.
Zhou Youwei, taking advantage of the opportunity, appeared in front of the customers queuing outside the milk tea shop and began to sell his products: "Everyone, our stall has eight-treasure porridge, osmanthus rice noodles, red bean paste, and mung bean soup. The taste is just as good as the milk tea shop, but without the stinky tofu smell. It's over there, and if you're interested, come and have a look."
As he spoke, he pointed to the sweet water stall between the steamed bun shop and the shaved pancake shop, smiling in a particularly ingratiating way.
After saying that, Zhou Youwei didn't stay for long. He just thought he was advertising while delivering goods, and then turned around and went to deliver drinks to another store.
At the end of the day, he helped the stall owner sell so many more drinks, and the stall owner would give him a commission.
Once he earns enough food coins, he can buy back the communicator from the stinky tofu stall owner and start looking for a job again tomorrow.
As Zhou Youwei thought about this, his steps as he delivered the goods became lighter.
The Crumbly Pancake Shop on the other side of the stinky tofu stall was also affected by the stench. The owner instructed President Jiang to speed up the packing for the customers while cursing at the stinky tofu stall.
This did not have any impact on the stinky tofu stall. Instead, the customers outside the bakery found the boss's foul language unbearable, and those who were originally in line chose to leave.
Jiang Minxu kindly reminded his boss to pay attention to the impact, but the boss scolded him and threatened to fire him if he meddled again.
Jiang Minxu had no choice but to continue working silently. Only when he handed the packaged cakes to the customers did he follow the boss's instructions and specifically remind them, "You can enjoy a 10% discount at the milk tea shop with your receipt from our store that day."
He thought that the two stores seemed to have a cooperation to promote each other, but he rarely saw customers holding milk tea coming to their store to buy cakes.
"The food court will close in half an hour. Guests who haven't finished their meals please hurry."
The business in Liu Tang's store has obviously become much quieter than before.
He looked at the remaining dumplings he hadn't sold and hung a sign on the door that read "Half-price sale, free takeaway."
The store welcomed another wave of customers attracted by the promotion.
Zhou Youwei had some free time at this time.
The goods at the sweet water stall were sold out ahead of time, so he was fine.
The stall owner gave him 50 food coins. Although it was a little less, even a little bit was still worth it.
He took 50 food coins and went to the stinky tofu stall owner, hoping to spend some money to buy back the communicator.
This communicator is crucial to players, but it is actually worthless to robots like the stall owner.
He asked around and learned that everyone was using built-in communicators these days, so this old-fashioned standalone communicator couldn't be sold for a lot of money.
Originally, the stall owner wanted to sell the communicator to a junk collector, but when he saw that Zhou Youwei was actually quite considerate and bought it for 30 food coins, he earned 30 food coins for free with tears in his eyes.
After getting the communicator back, Zhou Youwei finally felt relieved.
As long as he can get through tonight, he will be able to obtain part-time employee status tomorrow.
I hope the shop owners will be more forgiving and stop harping on what happened to him today.
Zhou Youwei checked the player group and found that the recording of him being beaten today had been sent to everyone.
He felt ashamed and angry, and hated the person who recorded the video. He also hated those who saw that he was in trouble but were unwilling to lend a hand.
Especially his great-grandfather Zhou Dazhi, who seemed to have helped him but actually humiliated him in public.
He had heard his elders mention this man before, and they also heard them say that this great-grandfather was somewhat arrogant and cold-blooded.
At that time, he just thought it was the sour words of the weak to the strong.
Now it seems that empty talk may not be without reason.
But Zhou Youwei knew that he could not make enemies with these indifferent players.
His income today would be significantly lower than other players, and his progress in completing dungeons was already lagging behind. If he didn't find a way to build closer relationships with other players, the gap would only widen.
He has to make himself useful first before he can get more help in clearing the dungeon.
Not everyone will help themselves at all costs like Wen Bai.
After living for most of his life, it seemed that Zhou Youwei only truly matured after entering the "18th level of hell" after his death.
He knew that he had an advantage in this dungeon. He had been running around and interacting with so many people today, making it easier for him to obtain information about NPCs than other players.
As long as you organize useful information, you can exchange it for opportunities for cooperation with others.
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