Ninth class citizen

Chapter 82 What I've Always Wanted to Do
Melissa raised her head: "Have you asked where I came from?"

"It is said that there is a person nicknamed Maneki Neko who sells the used goods. Our people have asked in detail, and the Maneki Neko they are talking about is dressed exactly like the person you described. She is also a frequent customer of that bar. She is not only a good wild fighter, but also good at extracting raw liquid."

"Oh?" Melissa's eyes sparkled. "That's quite a coincidence. There are not many geniuses who are good at both literature and martial arts in the capital star circle. I didn't expect that such geniuses would emerge one after another in the small planet of Xiluo."

"Your Excellency, Blue-Haired Jimmy also said that he sold a new pair of boots to the Lucky Cat. This is a picture of it."

The chief guard pushed the electronic picture to Melissa, who took a quick look and lost interest.

"You should have noticed just now that she was not wearing this pair of shoes," she said.

"Maybe she hasn't had time to wear the new boots yet." The guard leader said, "As long as you agree, we can search her bedroom and we won't be discovered."

"No need." Melissa glanced at him lazily and said, "It's not a gentleman's thing to snoop into a girl's residence."

The guard captain's eyes flickered: "Excuse me, you are too indulgent to Nan Rong. Aren't you worried that she will betray your trust and do something that will affect your reputation? Don't forget that person back then..."

"I've said it before, no one is allowed to mention what happened back then!" Melissa raised her voice, stood up, and looked at the captain of the guards fiercely.

The latter only persisted for a few seconds before lowering his head and looking away.

"It's my fault," he said, "but I still think you shouldn't give such great authority to a ninth-class citizen, no matter how much you admire her - it will only foster ambition and selfishness."

The coldness on Melissa's face faded a lot.

"I know my limits." She said softly, "I just want to give it one more try. If I misjudge someone again this time, then I should probably do as my father told you and start to grow up, and learn to use those circuitous political tactics to control people's hearts."

Nan Rong saw the StarNet message sent by Mr. Atkin on the way to the club activity address.

The other party seemed to have some misunderstanding about her and bluntly asked her to buy a second-order D-level gene repair potion.

How come these two people are so confident in themselves?

Nan Rong sighed and was about to refuse when the second message from the other party arrived.

"I know my request was very presumptuous. You must have your own difficulties in staying here, but I really have no other choice. 40 star coins is all the money I can take out. I also understand that the price of the potion you made may be much higher than this, but please consider our past friendship."

Nan Rong didn't read the long speech that followed. Her eyes were fixed on the 40 star coins, and she couldn't take her eyes off them for a long time.

40 star coins, that is, 40 Cowans plus his own savings during this period, and the income from the sale of authorization letters, can reach 100 million Cowans, with a lot left over.

She originally thought that it would take some time to save up this amount, but it was reached so quickly.

Therefore, the thing she had always wanted to do could now begin.

Nan Rong deleted the half-lost rejection and replied to Atkin again.

"Okay. The transaction will be conducted at Blue Jimmy's bar in three days."

Isn't it just a 2nd level D-grade gene repair agent? For 40 Cowans, there is nothing she can't do.

Nan Rong put on the boat-shaped mask he had been keeping in his pocket.

This was the one she made last time using a flexible alloy. It could be folded into a very small size, making it very convenient to carry. With her heart pounding and her feet moving like the wind, she rushed all the way into the mecha training hall, took the elevator to the eleventh floor underground, and skillfully entered the password.

The one who greeted her at the door was still the square-headed robot Alpha from last time.

"Hello, Director Mi, please follow me." The light in Alpha's round electronic eyes was dim, and his voice was weak.

"What's wrong?" Nan Rong keenly noticed its abnormality: "Are you unhappy?"

The corners of Alfa's mouth curved downwards: "Alfa, Alfa will be sold soon."

Its voice was low, like whimpering, and its electronic eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

However, due to the limitation of its function, no tears flowed.

"Why?" Nan Rong did not rush inside, but squatted down beside it.

"Alpha doesn't know either. Alpha doesn't dare to ask more. Alpha knows that a good robot should obey orders and shouldn't have its own ideas. But..."

It lowered its big square head and said: "Alfa likes it here. Alfa doesn't want to leave."

Nan Rong patted his head and straightened up.

"Take me in," she said, "I'll help you find out what's going on."

Nan Rong was the last to arrive. The president, four club leaders, and Qian Duoduo were all sitting around a long repair table.

Low pressure filled the huge mecha repair hall. Everyone looked at Nan Rong in silence. The eyes exposed outside the mask were somewhat similar to Alpha's, both of them were dull.

"Director Wu has arrived." General Manager Jin was the first to break the silence and pointed to a seat below him: "Please sit here."

As soon as she sat down, the president spoke.

"The school has already made a decision on the vicious incident that happened last week. Because it involved two members of the club and happened during our club activities, they also need to pay compensation."

"We have called everyone to a meeting today to discuss compensation. Several of our club leaders have already held a meeting and reached a preliminary compensation plan. Now let General Manager Jin explain it to you two."

General Manager Jin quickly responded, "Two secretaries, first of all, you need to thank our president. During the discussion just now, it was he who overcame all objections and put the issue of compensation on the level of the entire club."

"That is to say, although the society and the school each bear 50% of the compensation liability, it will not be forced to be shared between the two of you. Instead, the society's existing assets will be used to pay most of the compensation, and the rest will be slowly compensated by future profits."

"Wait a minute." The examiner, Qian Duoduo, who had been looking downcast, suddenly spoke, his small eyes full of surprise:
"But the teacher from the Finance Department has signed a compensation agreement with me, saying that I am personally responsible for the loss but the school is willing to take the initiative to bear 55%, and I will pay the remaining Cowens."

This incident obviously caught several community leaders by surprise.

"Impossible?" Vice President Ji said, "The school told us the same thing. The school will pay half, and the club will pay the remaining 55."

Therefore, neither party considered the recycling value of the X4 mecha and accepted the school's compensation proposal in its entirety.

Nan Rong sighed quietly and spoke.

(End of this chapter)