It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 690 Good Cigarettes Pair with Good Wine

There was still a full hour and a half left before delivery.

With the addition of the super-powerful and perfect item "Endless Branches," this time working for the Scarlet Witch has been incredibly rewarding.

For this reason, Liu Zheng temporarily forgot about the guy's previous incident of striking him with lightning.

As for when he'll remember again, that's naturally when he deducts his wages again.

"What should I do with an hour and a half?"

Liu Zheng was thinking as he drove.

"Oh, right, that two-headed cannibal security guard from last time."

Since it's willing to work as a security guard, it means it still wants to live a proper life.

It would be a real shame if someone lost their job and was forced to turn to crime.

Morrison Elementary School happens to be short of a security guard, so let him work there for a while. If he's reliable, we'll recommend him to Detective Luo Ping.

Liu Zheng took out a map to confirm the location, then stepped on the gas and arrived at his destination.

Sunshine community.

Judging from its appearance, this residential area is quite old.

The building is a tenement building, and the door is a large iron gate.

The green paint on the large iron gate had almost completely peeled off, and there was red patina and rust everywhere.

A thin security guard lay on an equally old recliner, his face covered with a rag, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. It was unclear whether he was asleep or not.

Liu Zheng walked to his side, intending to wake him up, but changed his mind after seeing the palm-leaf fan in his hand.

He raised his four tentacles and spun them around like electric fans.

In an instant, a gust of wind rose from the ground, blowing the rag off the security guard's face and making the recliner sway.

What the hell are you doing?

The old security guard suddenly snapped out of it and shouted with wide eyes.

"I noticed your little palm-leaf fan wasn't working well, so I thought I'd help you cool off."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Do you even understand? I wasn't hot! I just wanted that relaxed feeling. You think your grandpa can't afford an electric fan?"

The old security guard said irritably.

"That was because I was ignorant. Sir, please calm down and have a smoke."

He took out the pack of cigarettes supplied by the sanitation department, bent down, and handed it to the old security guard.

"Hmm, this young man knows the rules quite well. Damn, this cigarette is really good."

The old security guard immediately sat up from the recliner.

"Does the old man know him?"

Liu Zheng laughed.

"When your grandpa was working as a temporary worker at the city hall, your grandpa wasn't even born yet."

The old security guard said irritably.

"That's really impressive."

He praised it sincerely.

Given the intensity of the work of a temporary worker at the city hall, it's not something an ordinary person can do to live to retirement and still look like a normal person.

"That's right. You little brat, what are you trying to do by giving me such good cigarettes? Let me make this clear first, there's no way I'm letting you go in to deliver takeout."

The old security guard said.

"I'm not here to deliver food, I'm here to find someone."

Liu Zheng showed the Legendary takeout box, now completely empty.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Gurgle, gurgle, a two-headed ogre, living in unit 2 of building 7, basement 102."

he replied.

"There is indeed such a person. Why are you looking for him?"

The old security guard asked again.

“It used to deliver food for me, and it got fired for it. I’m thinking of finding it a job. If it doesn’t want to, I’ll give it some extra money.”

Liu Zheng said.

How much should be replenished?

"Twenty thousand yuan."

He thought for a moment and said.

As long as that magician keeps an eye on the smart guy and prevents him from investing any more, 20,000 yuan will be enough for them for a long time.

"Do you have so much money you don't know what to do with it?"

The old security guard looked at him like he was an idiot.

"No, I have plenty of expenses. Besides, I just spent a lot of money, so I don't have much cash on hand right now."

Liu Zheng honestly replied.

"Then why are you giving it so much money? With its brains, do you even know how to spend it wisely? It'll just end up with worthless stocks anyway. You might as well give it to me; at least I'd have some of it in my stomach."

The old security guard said indignantly.

"Okay."

He took out several hundred-yuan bills and placed them on the old security guard's lap.

"This should be enough for you to have a good meal."

He smiled.

"You're really not here to deliver takeout?"

The old security guard asked suspiciously.

"If you're really worried, then I won't go in. You can just pass on a message for me."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

These security guards have absolutely no trust in the delivery drivers of the Bloody Restaurant. I don't know if it's a professional habit or if the previous delivery drivers have done too many unethical things.

"Forget it, if I relay your message, who's going to stand guard for me?"

The old security guard rolled his eyes.

"I'll do it, I have experience."

Liu Zheng volunteered himself.

He actually worked as a security guard for a while during his university years, and it was even a public relations role.

"Forget it, if you were a security guard, the residents wouldn't dare to go out."

The old security guard complained.

It was already creepy enough to look like that, but then it wore the uniform of a blood-soaked restaurant, making it a walking horror story.

"That"

"Go in. You better not be trying to fool me, or I'll make sure you can get in but not out."

The old security guard clenched his shrunken fist.

He's old and has a host of injuries, so it's impossible for him to work as hard as he did when he was a temporary worker at the city hall, but he still has the stamina to beat up a food delivery guy.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Liu Zheng patted him on the shoulder familiarly, and then walked into the Sunshine Community.

Unit 2 of Building 7 is not hard to find, after all, there are only a dozen or so buildings in this community.

But finding basement 102 was a bit difficult, because this building not only has no elevator, but also no stairs leading down.

He circled around several times, searching for hidden doors and passages, and even looked around Building 7 for an underground tunnel, but still couldn't find a way to the basement.

"We can't exactly dig up the floor and then patch it up, can we?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

Thankfully, he wasn't actually there to deliver food, otherwise he would have been digging up the floor by now.

Left with no other choice, he had to return to the main gate.

"Sir, how do I get to basement level 102? I've been looking for the entrance for ages and still can't find it."

Liu Zheng then handed him another cigarette, this one supplied by the internal couriers.

"Serves you right for running off without asking questions. You've got no idea what's going on, haven't you? You're so young, be more careful in the future. It's lucky you ran into me, I'm willing to talk to you. If it were anyone else, they'd be happy to see you make a fool of yourself."

The old security guard took the cigarette, put it in his ear, and then lectured him.

"Aren't you just laughing at me right now?"

He grumbled inwardly, but said it aloud.

"Yes, yes, the old man is right to teach us a lesson."

"Let me tell you, if you want to go to basement 102 of Unit 2, you have to go to the second floor of Unit 1 first, then go up the stairs on the left to the third floor of Unit 3, then go into the corridor and walk straight to the end, then open the door with the garlic head and turtle drawn on it, go down the stairs inside to the bottom, and you'll be there."

The old security guard said.

"Good heavens, what genius designed this building?"

Liu Zheng's eyes widened in astonishment.

"How would I know? If you want to know, go ask the property management."

"I do have something I need to ask you about."

Here they come, let's ask a few more questions.

How do we obtain the honorary homeowner status in our community?

he asked.

"Why are you asking about this?"

The old security guard glanced at him sideways.

"That's obviously to collect the whole set."

Liu Zheng showed off his two existing honorary homeowner medals. "You've got some skills, kid."

The old security guard's pupils contracted.

Having worked as a security guard for so many years, he naturally knows how difficult it is to obtain the Honorary Owner Medal.

"So-so, third in the Metropolitan area."

Liu Zheng said modestly.

The first legendary deliveryman, the second the workhorse, and the third is him.

As for who is fourth, it should be Niu Daji if nothing unexpected happens.

Although pandas have greater strength and potential, choosing a suitable successor is more important than choosing an outstanding one.

In a way, their "delivery gang" can be considered to have a well-ordered tradition.

"You're getting cocky just because I called you fat. If you want the honorary homeowner medal, two cigarettes won't be enough."

The old security guard rubbed his fingers together and said.

"clear."

Liu Zheng smiled, but instead of taking out banknotes, he took out a bottle of silver label.

"Good cigarettes go well with good wine. This bottle of Dukang Winery Silver Label is perfect for someone like you who appreciates the finer things in life."

"Good heavens, if I weren't so old, I would have thought you were going to kill me."

The old security guard's hand was trembling slightly as he held the bottle.

"You're joking, sir. It's just a bottle of silver label liquor; it's barely a small tip."

"Your mouth must be really dry."

The old security guard muttered a complaint, then began to think.

He wasn't in a hurry and stood there silently waiting.

"Alright, I'll tell you. This is an old neighborhood, and everything needs renovation, but the residents refuse to pay. However, if the property management doesn't do the repairs, the residents complain, giving them a headache. If you can convince half the residents to pay for the repairs, you'll get an honorary resident medal,"

After waiting for a few minutes, the old security guard finally spoke.

"How much will the repair cost in total?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It seems to be over forty million."

"so much?!"

He was a little surprised.

"For an entire neighborhood, this price is already considered cheap. Do you think this is a renovation of your old house?"

"Sorry to bother you, just pretend I didn't ask."

Liu Zheng was even considering paying for it himself if it were a few million.

More than 40 million, half of which would be more than 20 million, and he doesn't even have that much cash right now.

Even if it were possible, spending over 20 million yuan for a single honorary homeowner medal would be enough to give Niu Ma a stroke.

"Silly boy, you should accept the quest first. Once you accept it, it'll all be credited to you if someone else turns it in."

The old security guard offered some advice.

"Such a good deal? I'll go now. Where's the property management office?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's next to Building 5, you'll see it when you get there. When you get there, just say you're Old Huang's nephew, and they won't kick you out."

The old security guard said.

"Okay, I'll go then."

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

"Young people these days..."

The old security guard watched his retreating figure, shook his head, and sighed, it was hard to tell whether it was praise or criticism.

Upon arriving at Building 5, Liu Zheng indeed saw a detached two-story building with a sign that read "Sunshine Community Property Management Center" hanging at the entrance.

"Come here! Come!"

The young woman at the front desk immediately shouted when she saw him.

"Don't panic, don't panic, sister. I'm Lao Huang's nephew. I'm here for the honorary homeowner issue."

Liu Zheng quickly reassured him.

"real or fake?"

The receptionist stopped calling him and looked him over with suspicion.

"What happened?"

Just as Liu Zhengzheng was about to speak, the property manager rushed out with several property staff.

"A deliveryman from the Bloody Restaurant? Brothers, follow me!"

Upon seeing his uniform, the property manager immediately roared, his muscles visibly swelling and tearing his already tight shirt and suit.

"The manager said he was Old Huang's nephew and came about the matter of honoring the homeowners."

The receptionist quickly replied.

"It's true. If you don't believe me, you can call my uncle."

Liu Zheng also chimed in.

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The property manager looked at him, then at his tattered clothes and pants, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

"I'll compensate you for your clothes; I'll provide one set for each season."

Liu Zheng said tactfully.

"What are you looking at? Go back to work."

The property manager returned to his normal size and then yelled at the employees who were trying not to laugh.

"You, come with me."

He threw another remark at Liu Zheng, then covered his private parts and walked toward the manager's office.

Liu Zheng stubbornly controlled his facial muscles and followed closely behind him.

"Hahaha!!!"

As soon as he thoughtfully closed the manager's office door, bursts of laughter immediately erupted from outside.

"Please sit down first, I'll go change my clothes."

The property manager pointed to the sofa and went into the small room inside.

After a while, he came out wearing a different set of clothes.

Judging from the stains on the cuffs and collar, this outfit hasn't been washed in a while.

"I only had this one clean set of clothes left, and you ruined it."

The property manager said through gritted teeth.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. This is to compensate you for your clothes. If it's not enough, just say so."

Liu Zheng quickly took out a stack of banknotes and placed them on the table.

The property manager looked at the thickness of the banknotes, and his anger immediately turned into panic.

He instinctively opened the door and peeked out, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he found no one was watching.

He closed the door and returned to the sofa.

"Isn't this a bit too much money?"

The property manager asked tentatively.

"Not at all, clothes in the Metropolis are so expensive these days."

"Then I'll accept it?"

The property manager was tempted.

"Don't worry. My uncle said that you take good care of him and even told me to learn from you."

Liu Zheng said in a very serious tone.

"Old Huang is a long-time employee, so it's only right to take care of him. Alright, then I'll accept it without hesitation."

The property manager picked up the banknotes and stuffed them into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"Come, have some tea."

He washed a ceramic cup for Liu Zheng, poured him a cup of tea, and then asked.

"You just said you came here about the honorary homeowner issue?"

“That’s right. As you can see, I’m a delivery driver for Bloody Restaurant, and the Honorary Owner Medal is very useful to me.”

Liu Zheng said.

"Yes, that's true. Old Huang should have told you the terms, right?"

"I asked the property manager."

"I told them, that's why I rushed over immediately, afraid that someone might get here before me."

"Haha, you're quite clever. But there's really no need to rush. The status of honorary homeowner is only useful to you; no one's going to compete with you for it."

The property manager smiled.

While delivery drivers and couriers from other restaurants may also be stopped, they can let customers come down and pick up their orders themselves.

Even if customers don't cooperate, at worst we can just file complaints one by one, get fined, or at most be fired.

Unlike the delivery drivers at the bloody restaurant, who face death if their delivery fails.

"So you agree?"

"You're so sincere, I have no choice but to agree."

The property manager said meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)