Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Not entirely. You beat up a customer as soon as you arrived, so it's good that you're here to lay low for a while."

"Don't think so badly of your minister. As long as you don't compete with him for women, he's actually a pretty good boss."

Hachijo shook his head.

"Please don't move."

He held the head of the eight-headed creature in place and began to use strong techniques to straighten its cervical spine.

This old man truly lived up to his reputation as a boiler operator; his entire body was as stiff as a lump of coal.

If he weren't inhuman, he'd probably be paralyzed by now.

"Oh, oh. Well, if you don't help, the boiler will burn for a while longer, and then we'll need even more firewood."

Hachijo responded.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng remained noncommittal, but his expression brightened slightly.

"You know these little creatures?"

Hachijo suddenly asked.

"On my way to the bathhouse, I encountered a group of black balls begging from me. I thought they were quite amusing, so I gave them a little extra."

As for which bathhouse they came from, there's no need to emphasize that.

"Your 'little bit' is probably worth a hundred million, isn't it?"

Eighth pursed his lips.

"Money, you can't bring it with you when you're born. Well, anyway, money is a bastard, so just spend it happily."

Liu Zheng paused for a moment before speaking.

He discovered that many common sayings were not applicable in the metropolis, such as the one he was just about to say.

First of all, the idea that one cannot take one's body with them when one dies is highly questionable.

Secondly, it's hard to say whether one is born with this ability.

If Jia Baoyu was born with a piece of jade, then it's quite reasonable for a rich kid in the metropolis to be born with two gold bars in his hand.

"Hmph, young people are just young people, they don't know how hard it is to make money. When you get to my age, you'll know how important it is to save money."

Eight lessons to be learned.

"May I ask, how old are you this year, sir?"

"I am 180 years old this year."

Hachijo stroked his white beard and said.

"Well, I probably won't know."

Liu Zheng's lips twitched.

He'll live to be 180, but he's not even sure if he'll live to see tomorrow.

"crunch~"

The iron gate was pushed open again.

Liu Zheng turned around and saw that it was someone he knew.

"Yoko-neechan, what brings you here?"

he said in surprise.

"I've already told you, don't call me by my real name in public."

Yaoji glared at him.

"Hehe, sorry, I forgot."

Liu Zheng smiled sheepishly.

"I'll talk to you later."

Yaoji poked his forehead with her finger, then walked down to the foot of the platform.

"Uncle Hachijo, the General Affairs Department sent me to deliver your overtime pay."

She lifted the basket covered with a floral cloth in her hand.

"Okay, give it to this kid. Alright, you can go now."

Eight arms twirled in the air like ramen noodles before grabbing Liu Zheng by the back of the neck and throwing him to the ground.

Chapter 391 Liu Zheng: I'll help you have children?

"Hi, we meet again, Yoko-neechan."

Liu Zheng looked up and greeted Yaoji.

"Why don't you get up first before you talk to me?"

Yaoji was speechless.

"I think this way of speaking is more down-to-earth."

He tried to justify himself.

"Then why don't you go down a few more levels? That way you can reach the Earthly Palace."

"Yaoji said sarcastically."

"Our bathhouse has even lower floors, doesn't it?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously,

In the elevator, he clearly saw that the basement was the lowest floor.

"I think so, I think someone told me about it."

Yaoji replied somewhat hesitantly.

"That's it."

He rolled his eyes.

Non-existent floors are generally used either to hide things or to hide people.

Could it be that Qingzi is being held captive on the second basement level or an even lower level?

"what are you thinking about?"

Yaoji stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing. By the way, what brings Yoko-neechan here? Shouldn't this be a matter for the general affairs department?"

Liu Zheng changed the subject.

"The Service Department has a low status, so anyone can boss them around. I remember you were in the boiler room, so I volunteered to come here."

"That's what Yaoji said."

"I'm really flattered that Yoko-neechan cares about me so much."

He said with a grin.

"Pah, who cares about you, you narcissistic man. Xiao Wan asked me to come and see you, and to say thank you for her."

Yaoji spat at him.

"Xiao Wan, are you done with your work? Is everything alright?"

"Well, it went fairly smoothly, I just got a little frightened."

Yaoji didn't say much.

"That's good. Speaking of which, with that guest named Okawa Nagarei here, the Service Club must be quite busy, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's really busy. Every time He comes, everyone on leave has to go back to work. We're doomed!"

Suddenly, the rooster crowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Sigh, I should have had Xiao Wan deliver it."

Yaoji sighed.

"That way she can stay in the boiler room until Lord Ōkawaryu leaves, and then come up again."

She said with deep regret.

Serving the Great River is an extremely dangerous task, resulting in numerous staff injuries and deaths each time.

Fortunately, Grandma Tang was not stingy in this regard; injured employees received proper treatment, and the families of deceased employees received a generous compensation payment.

However, this is contingent on the deceased employee having relatives.

According to Yaoji, Xiaowan probably has no relatives who will come to collect this pension.

"Hey, don't treat this place like a daycare center."

Eight complained with dissatisfaction.

"Uncle Hachijo, this is some dried beef and horse meat that my sister sent me. Please try it and see how it tastes."

Yaoji took out a few packaged pieces of dried meat from his pocket and threw them toward the platform.

Eight outstretched arms grabbed the jerky, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Hmm, not bad, the beef and horse jerky is definitely chewier from the 'old mother' brand."

He chewed a few bites and said with satisfaction.

"Jerky beef and horse meat. Yoko-neechan, could I have one?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, I won't give it to you. This is too expensive; I'm saving the rest to give away."

Yaoji cautiously covered his pocket.

There are social dynamics everywhere. For her to gain a foothold in the bathhouse and occasionally help others, having a powerful backer is not enough; she also needs to cultivate her own network of connections.

These little things that can only be bought in the city are the best way to enhance relationships among colleagues.

"I'll just look, I won't eat."

He said with a slight chuckle.

"Ha, that's what you men all say."

"Yaoji sneered."

"Really, I only glanced at the packaging. If I'm lying to you, may I turn into a beast of burden."

Liu Zheng swore an oath.

"So ruthless? Then I'll reluctantly believe you for now."

Yaoji then took out a piece of dried beef or horse meat and handed it to him.

Liu Zheng examined the packaging of the dried meat and quickly found the information he wanted to see.

Raw material producer: Farm 103.

It really is the place where cattle and horses were born, but there is no detailed address.

"Thank you, Yoko-neechan."

He returned the beef jerky to Yaoji.

"You really aren't going to eat? Alright, alright, eat up, or you'll go around telling everyone I'm stingy."

Yaoji waved his hand and said.

"No need, I have a cow and horse friend, so I won't eat cow or horse meat."