Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

It feels like the whole metropolis has become more lively since he arrived.

It's unclear whether it's due to his excessive self-awareness or the "catfish effect" among players.

However, for a city of Metropolis's size, one or two players probably can't cause much of a stir.

Shaking his head, Liu Zheng started the vehicle and continued forward.

JJ577 said something to the person in the white shirt next to him, then waved his hand, and the group of people in green vests moved to both sides of the road to make way.

"Thank you for your hard work, leaders."

He stuck his head out of the car window to wave, but at the same time felt a little regretful.

If he had known this would happen, he would have gone to Unlucky Coffee beforehand to buy some drinks and desserts.

If this is a massive feeding spree, it will be a decisive blow.

Unfortunately, I can't vote for it.

From a distance, Liu Zheng saw the man in the white shirt nod.

He encountered two more groups of checkpoints along the way, but neither was as large as the previous one.

After stating JJ577's name and using the "money trick," everything went smoothly.

He didn't actually bring anything prohibited; the biggest prohibited item was probably himself.

Having arrived smoothly at the entrance of the Workers' New City, Liu Zheng turned around and looked around, finally finding the "Busy Hours" fruit shop that Niu Ma had mentioned.

The store looked like a normal large fruit store. He glanced at it and saw that it also sold snacks and toys.

I estimated that there were four employees in the store, all wearing red and white uniforms and red and white hats, with a fire pineapple logo on the hats.

There was also a clerk sitting behind the cashier, wearing a yellow uniform and a yellow hat, who was probably the store manager or something similar.

Liu Zheng glanced at the fruit shop's signboard, which also featured a flaming pineapple logo, suggesting it was a chain store.

He parked his car in the parking space in front of the fruit shop and then went inside.

"Welcome to 'Busy Hours' Fruit Shop. What kind of fruit would you like to buy?"

A shop assistant came over.

Liu Zheng glanced at it and saw that the other person was wearing a headgear made of fruit peel, and it was even a durian.

Well, he has a pretty high tolerance for smelly foods; he can accept stinky tofu, stinky mandarin fish, snail rice noodles, and natto.

But he really couldn't stand the smell of durian; it made him nauseous.

Once, a female colleague drank a glass of concentrated durian juice and then patted Liu Zheng on the back.

When he turned around, he almost fainted from the breath that his female colleague was exhaling.

Of course, the female colleague didn't fare any better; she received a vengeful massage afterwards.

Are there any fruits that are suitable for female livestock?

Liu Zheng asked.

"What kind of livestock is it specifically? The definition of livestock in the metropolis is very broad; for example, humans are a type of livestock."

Durian Head smiled.

"Are you mocking me?"

He stared at the other person for a moment, then said.

"Of course not, I was just stating a fact. If I offended you, sir, then I apologize."

Durian Head still smiled as he spoke.

"Then apologize."

Liu Zhengsi crossed his arms and said expressionlessly.

"Alright then, I'm sorry, I apologize for offending you."

"Durian Head" said emotionlessly.

"Is this the apology attitude of your 'busy working hours' fruit shop?"

He raised his voice.

"what happened?"

The shop manager, sporting a peach-shaped head, was drawn over.

"Your staff are discriminatory."

Liu Zheng said.

"Oh, it's normal to have some kind of racial discrimination. I also discriminate against many races."

The store manager said indifferently.

The metropolitan area doesn't prohibit racial discrimination; rather, the city hall is at the forefront of racial discrimination.

Otherwise, with so many ethnic groups overseas, why would the city government only select these current ethnic groups to relocate, and why would it occasionally exterminate one of them?

The system of upper, middle, and lower races in metropolitan areas is also a manifestation of racial discrimination.

“But he shouldn’t have made racially discriminatory remarks about me.”

Liu Zheng said.

"What? You brat, how many times have I told you, the customer is your father. No matter what race you are, your father is your father, understand? If you still don't understand, then get out and find a job where you can understand."

The store manager flew into a rage and yelled at the man with the durian-shaped head.

"He didn't buy anything, so he's not considered a customer."

"Durian Head" argued.

"Those are potential customers too. If we all drive away potential customers like you, are we just going to live off our savings? With all these poor bastards in Workers' New City, where are we going to get our savings to live off?"

The store manager cursed.

"What you said makes a lot of sense, but isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to say it in front of the guests?"

Liu Zheng was speechless for a moment.

"I was wrong, manager, it won't happen again."

Durian Head said with his head down.

"I hope you really remember this. If it weren't for the fact that you're my nephew, I would have fired you long ago. Go, go clean the storeroom."

"The store manager gave the order."

"Wait a minute, he hasn't apologized to me yet."

He stopped the other person.

“Sir, we only apologize to our own fathers.”

"That's what the store manager said politely."

"Then how can I become your father?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Just do some shopping. As for whether it's a godfather, a sugar daddy, or a biological father, that depends on how much you buy."

The store manager smiled.

Do you have any fruits in your store suitable for cows or mares?

he asked.

"Of course we have them. Do you want the expensive one or the cheap one?"

"Let me introduce one of each of the low, medium, and high price ranges."

Liu Zheng said.

"Alright, please come with me. You stay by my side, watch carefully, and learn well."

The store manager immediately switched to business mode.

"Since you only need me to introduce one type, I will select the variety that best represents the characteristics of our brand for you."

He speaks quickly but doesn't sound flustered, and his tone is kept at a comfortable level. No wonder he's a store manager.

"Take a look at this one."

He led Liu Zheng to a shelf and then took one out of a pile of fruit.

This is a fruit that looks like a pineapple, but its skin is not yellow; instead, it is silver-gray.

Moreover, it doesn't have a crown like a pineapple, commonly known as a "pineapple head," but is completely bare.

This makes it look less like a fruit and more like a large hand grenade.

"what is this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is called 'oil-canned pineapple.' It's a specialty product from our brand's own orchard. Look."

The shop manager scratched the surface of the pineapple in the oil can with his fingernail, and a thin scratch appeared on the skin. Thick black juice slowly seeped out from inside, looking just like oil.

"Once you eat the oil-canned pineapple, your pores will secrete fruit oil, forming an oil film on your body surface, which can effectively resist the harm of toxic gases or liquids."

The store manager explained.

Goodness, it's a work safety product.

“And what about the taste?”

Liu Zheng asked.

"To be honest, the taste is just average, but you can give it a try."

The store manager picked up a fruit knife and cleanly peeled the pineapple in the oil can, then cut it into many small pieces, put them in a box next to him, and handed him a piece with a toothpick.

"Thank you."

Liu Zheng took the black oil can of pineapple chunks and stuffed them into his mouth.

A faint smell of gasoline and a faint sweetness simultaneously stimulated his sense of smell and taste. The texture of chewing it was not like eating fruit, but rather like chewing a soft wood core.

Well, it wouldn't be considered particularly bad, but it certainly wasn't delicious either.

"This fruit must be very cheap, right?"

he asked.

"It is indeed very cheap, even the lowest-paid workers can buy it frequently."

The store manager nodded.

No wonder he was so generous, cutting one up for Liu Zheng to try.

"Do you have boxed ones?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, there are eight in a box."

"Then take one box."

He thought for a moment and said.

Just because he thinks it doesn't taste good doesn't mean the cows and horses think it doesn't taste good. Besides, what if the cows and horses are in the same industry?

I guess Niu Ma is in a meeting and it's not appropriate to ask, so I might as well buy a box. If I don't like it, I can share it with others.

"Okay, one box costs 24 yuan."

"That's what the store manager said."

In other words, 3 yuan is not expensive.

"Okay, let's move on to the next one."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Okay, this way please. You there, go and help the guest wrap it up."