Chapter 327 Ansu's Way of Making Money

They are all gods.

Ansu was a good boy who respected the fate of others. With a respectful and blessing smile, he watched Arthur and Lister being captured by the Rainbow Apostle and taken into the small room of the Chaotic Political Court.

Seeing that Arthur and Lister were safe and sound, An Su felt relieved.

I just don't know what's going on with Luo Jia and Enya . Yes, there's also Luo Xiaobai, but I don't know where he went.

An Su was thinking about something in his mind, and decided to dye Luo Xiaobai's hair into rainbow colors when he had time.

The Chaos Inquisition is a direct-controlled unit unique to the Avadh Theocracy. It is similar to the position of the 'Inquisition' in the Golden Kite era. The latter is directly responsible to the emperor, while the former is responsible to the elders of the Chaos Parliament. Its work is to examine the degree of chaos in the entire theocracy. If the degree of chaos of individual citizens or groups does not meet the standards, they will be expelled from the Avadh Theocracy.

For illegal immigrants like Ansu, they are only eligible to enter the outer city of Awad after passing the review of the Political Review Board. Before that, they can only live in the human jurisdiction.

It is called a jurisdiction, but in fact it is a slum. Hundreds of thousands of refugees live in this narrow space and can only make money by working for the vampire royal family's aunt juice shop and other colonial shops.

In simple terms, it is a blood collection centre and food collection centre for the whole of Awadh.

The place where they are now is the third branch of the Chaos Political Review Institute established in its jurisdiction.

The gloomy autumn rain was beating in the courtyard, and the fine and dense raindrops were weaving spider webs around the iron windows. When the bell in the courtyard rang for the thirteenth time and the setting sun slowly gathered behind the mountains, the voice calling for An Su was heard again in the courtyard. The tone was casual and weary, with the arrogance unique to chaotic men.

"1646, Milton, come in."

"It's your turn to attend the political review."

【World Main Mission 1】

[Three generations of rich peasants, ten generations of landlords begin]

Ansu stood up in unison, and heard the contemptuous and disdainful comments of the people around him, "Oh, this guy is Milton. The only human among our group of Run people has already met his death."

Have Liszt and Arthur been expelled from the human race by you? Ansu's face was full of black lines. LGBT people are more or less considered as individuals.

Calling Ansu a human being is just the beginning. There will be more unpleasant and dirty remarks later.

As we all know, every time a "nobody" like the protagonist appears in an exam, the dedicated passers-by and minor villains will give long speeches from various angles.

It's strange, the protagonist is set as a 'nobody', but everyone knows him, even the stray dogs on the roadside know that he is a nobody! They know many details better than the protagonist himself, from the merits and demerits of his family to the origin of his bloodline, where he lives, how many beautiful sisters he has, what their names are, what kind of bad injuries the protagonist suffered when he was a child, and even how many coins are in his wallet. They know everything clearly, and they don't look like passers-by, but rather the arrogant Nan Tong stalker.

To sum up, Shuangwen novels are actually Nantong novels in disguise.

A group portrait novel is a group portrait novel.

Of course, this statement is a bit extreme. In Ansu's opinion, Shuangwen is actually more like writing a paper, and a very rigorous life paper at that.

The gods took the topic "How can this unknown person be so weak and dare to compete with us?" and gave their arguments based on the three-level scientific research structure of family background, appearance, and qualifications.

In the end, the fact is the point of view with suppression as the core, and the three-dimensional argument of ridicule is grasped to drive the core driving force. Each graduate student, like a debate topic, expresses his or her own opinions and delivers professional argumentative papers eloquently.

The sarcasm is not on point, the slap in the face is not refreshing enough, and it looks awkward.

If the argument is not up to standard, the instructor will send it back to the second, third, or even fourth debate.

That is why in various novels, there are so many short-sighted rich second-generations, dandy young men, and people from secluded families who have been slapped in the face by the protagonist so many times, yet they are still short-sighted and persistent in finding fault with the protagonist, as if they were playing a sex game.

Little did they know that all this was done in order to graduate and finish filming as soon as possible.

No one knows the hardships behind this.

And if the defense fails, the villains will go to the elders of the family and the Supreme Family to send them off one by one like the Calabash Brothers. It is easier to understand that this is a defense but asking the graduated seniors for help!

As for the seniors and old friends, they also failed one after another. It was natural that they were killed by juniors with only high school degrees even though they were at the level of graduates. How could the IQ of college students, especially college graduates, be higher than that of high school students?

So let's get back to the point. Following the usual routine of face-slapping, An Su, as the protagonist, also enjoyed the vicious ridicule of passers-by. An Su called it the 'graduation project' of the villains. "I heard that this kid's family has no criminal record for three generations. His family is so clean and noble. It's really laughable! The ancients said it well, those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocre!"

This is a paper that discusses the issue from the perspective of family.

"Humph, this guy has such an ordinary and unusually handsome face. I have never seen such a handsome boy before. He does not conform to high-level aesthetics at all. If I were him, I would have crawled into the ground long ago!"

This is a paper that discusses the topic from the perspective of appearance.

"His brilliant talent is the highest and most terrifying I have ever seen in my life. He still dreams of becoming a citizen of chaos. Hehe, he really overestimates his own abilities. He is like a white swan wanting to eat toad meat!"

This is a paper that draws conclusions from a qualifications perspective.

Under the harsh and chaotic taunts, the smile on An Su's face became brighter. He was a rather swordsmanlike person, and the more he was scolded, the more energetic he felt. If the guards had not urged him, he would have listened to a few more words before going in.

At the same time, An Su couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart. In this world full of lunatics, when can he enjoy a normal slap in the face and show off?

You are the worst passers-by I have ever coached in this class. You didn't even make a sound when you mocked others.

He felt very disappointed with his friend.

"No. 1646, Milton! Hurry up! This group of people is waiting for you." The guard in front urged, "Count Dracula is on a tight schedule."

Count Dracula. Is he the elder brother of Viscount Pigula? Ansu thought thoughtfully.

It was common sense in the Kingdom of Chaos to let his brother be the examiner.

"Excuse me, what is the first preliminary trial about?" An Su asked tentatively.

"Wealth." The guard looked at An Su with disdain. He thought that this good kid who was studying while working would definitely not pass the test. "Don't even think about getting the specific questions from me. I won't help anyone cheat."

An Su raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the guard was so principled.

An Su nodded. This was the same as what he had heard in the cage.

There are three rounds of preliminary review.

The first is wealth, the second is art, and the third is talent.

But this is Awad, Ansu asked doubtfully, "You really won't help people cheat?"

"Of course not."

The guard shook his head and said proudly, "Because our official term is 'providing assistance during the initial test'. There has never been a word called cheating! There is no such thing now, and there will never be in the future. That is not called cheating, but helping."

"On the contrary, because I often provide help to candidates during the preliminary examinations, and because of my spirit of helping others, my unit will also evaluate me as excellent and advanced this year."

It’s Awadh as expected, there are good people everywhere,

even in the examination room.

An Su nodded with relief, but unfortunately he was a pauper now and did not have enough funds to help others.

The slums are ahead.

He followed the guard into the branch, passed through the narrow corridor and the silver rain alley, and entered the human jurisdiction. He slightly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of the boy was a group of pigeon towers like those in the old Hong Kong movies of the 1910s. The only difference was that the scale here was larger, beyond imagination.

The setting sun dragged the tower's huge shadow into a long and twisted shape. Countless cramped and narrow windows overlapped in the shadow. Each window was like an eye, and the tower in front of us was covered with tens of thousands of eyes. The abandoned corridors, stairs, and streets were like dark red blood vessels, crisscrossing one after another in the trunk of this reinforced concrete monster.

This building is not dead, on the contrary, it is extremely alive. Every floor is dotted with black shops with bright red signs flashing neon lights. Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling are the nutrients of this city. These industries continuously supply nutrients to the steel monster through the dark red blood vessels.

The building is too small, and the city is too big.

An Su concluded that the building in front of him was a fortress.

Before Ansu, there were nearly a hundred illegal immigrants waiting here. Everyone looked at each other with vigilance. Count Dracula's cousin, the high-level saint Viscount Pigula, was also among them. Ansu was not surprised at all. After all, this was a spirit of helping others.

"Poor devils."

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"Welcome to the Chaos City - the gateway to Awad."

A sharp voice that was noble, elegant, and a little arrogant rang out from the sky. The shadows of the night were rolled into wings, blood condensed into corpses from the air, and countless bats poured out from the deepest part of the city, each of them emitting a sharp syllable. Tens of thousands of syllables combined together turned into the strange words of the political judge.

Bats formed the outline of a man, who was wearing a night-colored tuxedo, with an ancient and majestic face. He took a half step back and bowed like a gentleman.

"I am the leader of Chaos City and the political judge for this round."

He sniffed lightly, as if he was sniffing fine wine, his sharp teeth showing at the corners of his mouth, his camel-red eyes flashing with a blood-like brilliance, "You can call me: Count Dracula."

Count Dracula.

Ansu had heard from the illegal immigrants outside that he was the most influential vampire noble in the Awad Theocracy and was an elegant gentleman.

He has to suck the blood of the first child every day, which is extremely costly. Only the most powerful and wealthy can support his extravagance. It is reasonable for him to be responsible for supervising the first round of "wealth" of the preliminary examination.

Vampires are divided into titles according to their rank: blood servant, follower, knight, baron, viscount, and earl.

For example, the vampire that Ansu met in the chaotic border was at the same saint level as Pigula, which means they were both viscounts.

The title of earl meant that the political judge in front of him was at the level of a demigod.

An Su frowned. He didn't expect that he would have to face a demigod as soon as he came in. This world was indeed very powerful.

"Poor fellows, I can already smell the wine of virgin blood."

Count Dracula is an elegant nobleman, a tasteful, thoughtful, licensed blood taster. Of all blood, he prefers the blood of virgin sons, which is beautiful, green, and wrapped with a hint of childish innocence, just like sweet fruit wine, which is unforgettable.

"Sir, but we are all men." Seeing that Count Dracula was so gentle and refined, a demon beastman boldly raised his hand to ask. Count Dracula looked at him with a smile. The next second, the lower half of the beastman turned into blood foam in the cup. "Idiot, a virgin is a virgin."

Count Dracula took a sip of the blood in the cup, "There are no virgins these days, only virgins! Especially Xiao Chuan's blood, it is the real top quality, it has not been polluted by any love, it has not been eroded by any woman, it is still full of desire and fantasy for sweet love, it is immature and dreamy, God, this is simply the best immortal product!"

Down.

An Su's face was full of black lines, and she was ready to lose her virginity when her buddy got home.

"And only poor people are Chu Nan. That's why I like poor people, that's why I like you, that's why I want to run this fortress, and that's why I spent a lot of money to buy the business license from the Chaos Bureau."

"It's all about making you poor for the rest of your life, and Chu Nan for the rest of your life!"

Count Dracula opened his hands, "All rich men are not Chu Nan, wealth and love are theirs, so their blood is sour and corrupt, full of the dirty smell of copper."

"So poor fellows, give me your virgin blood, and dedicate it to this fortress! Be Xiao Chu Nan here for the rest of your life!"

Dracula threw the blood in his hand into the air, smearing the scarlet nourishment on the dome of the chaotic fortress like ink, making the whole world bright red like a painting, and his eyes were almost abnormally charming, and the corners of his mouth split violently backwards, even to the roots of his ears,

"For the last time, welcome everyone to my chaotic city. I am the auditor of the first round of political review of [wealth],"

“The conditions for passing the review are simple.”

"In the next twelve hours, you have to survive in this fortress with everything you have. You have to work as hard as you can, be a bricklayer, waiter, or even a corpse scavenger. Any job will do."

His blood-red eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure, and the vampire noble placed his index finger on his blood-stained lips.

——"Try to make money from me."

"Even if you can only leave one gold coin," the vampire laughed elegantly and darkly in the dark night, "I will consider you qualified."

【Main Mission 1】

【Fortune. Chaos City】

[Task 1: Survive 12 hours in the Chaos Castle (Current progress: zero)]

(Rule: In Chaos Walled City, everyone must have a job, otherwise they will be executed immediately)

[Task 2: You must choose any profession in the town. When you finish your work and settle your wages, your assets will be positive (current progress: zero)]

(Rules: Warning! If the final settlement of all assets is negative, no matter how much you owe, you will be mortgaged to Chaos City and become Chu Nan, a poor ghost, and a blood slave forever) [Hidden Final Mission: Unknown]

Ansu turned his gaze away from Count Dracula and looked at the tube-shaped fortress covered in night and blood, revealing a calm smile of interest.

As expected of the gateway to Awad, it is extremely chaotic.

Withholding wages for migrant workers is just a low-level blood-sucking method.

Judging from the implication of this task and the tone of Count Dracula, not only will you not get any money when the work is completed, but you may even have money deducted from your salary and be owed money. At the end of the twelve hours of work, even you will be mortgaged to the city debt and work for the capitalist vampire for the rest of your life.

Task 2 requires you to choose a profession and find a class to attend.

Ansu nodded calmly. Ever since he got the crown of the [Reversed Pope], he learned to think in reverse when doing things.

He has decided what career to choose.

Since working at work means losing money, then if I don't work at work, wouldn't I just be making money? (End of this chapter)