Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Chapter 528 Driver: Get ready, I'm going to accelerate!

"I'd like to hear what kind of nonsense you're spouting."

The ox and horse grunted.

"You see, no matter which of you calls Britain 'Grandpa,' in the end, you'll all become one of three departments: Customer Service Department, Departments that never called Customer Service Department 'Grandpa,' and Departments that did call Customer Service Department 'Grandpa,' right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yeah, that's right."

The ox and horse nodded.

The white-feathered chicken thought for a moment and nodded.

"The department that calls the customer service department 'grandpa' must be a head shorter than the customer service department, right?"

he asked again.

"Correct."

Without a second thought, the cows, horses, and white-feathered chickens all nodded immediately.

"The three departments were originally on equal footing. Now, the customer service department has been called 'Grandpa' by one department, but another department has not. Doesn't that mean the department that wasn't called 'Grandpa' is now inferior to the customer service department?"

"Simply put, the three departments have become like grandfather, son, and grandson. Do the two bosses want Britain to be your grandfather or father?"

Liu Zheng suppressed a laugh and asked.

"No, I don't want to."

The oxen and horses shook their heads like rattles.

“That’s right. The customer service department is our biggest problem. As the heads of the customer service department and the kitchen, you two should work together to make money and unite against external threats.”

He advised earnestly.

"I'll let it go this time for the sake of this human, but if he calls me a yin-yang chicken again, hmph!"

The white-feathered pheasant let out a heavy snort.

"So what if I cursed them?"

The ox and horse still seemed unconvinced.

"Then your kitchen staff meals will only consist of salmon cat litter and shark urine."

The white-feathered pheasant said coldly.

"Holy crap, are you serious, Plague Chicken?"

The cattle and horses were startled.

"So, are you going to admit defeat or not?"

"I lost. Just ignore what I just said."

The ox and horse promptly admitted defeat.

"I recognize salmon, but who is Shark Dagger?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"The urine of the employee in charge of making the seasonings is the smelliest thing I've ever smelled, even worse than a sewer fart."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Ugh, that really stinks."

Thankfully, Niu Ma backed down; otherwise, if the staff meals had really been changed, he would have eaten them all.

"Let's get down to business. After paying the rent for 'Wrath' and my fee, there's still some money left over from the monster meat payment. Do you want food or something else?"

The white-feathered chicken said.

"There is such a good thing."

Liu Zheng was pleasantly surprised.

He had already accepted that the monster meat was the White Feather Chicken's spoils, but he didn't expect the other party to still charge him his share.

As expected of a rooster standing at the pinnacle of culinary excellence in the metropolis, it certainly has style.

"Speak quickly, I don't have time to waste with you, there's still soup simmering on the stove."

The white-feathered rooster urged.

"Is there anything the Sphinx likes to eat?"

Liu Zheng asked without much thought.

The Sphinx played a huge role this time, so it deserves some compensation.

"Yes, there are, but they're very expensive. Once we give them to you, we're even."

After finishing the calculations in his mind, the white-feathered chicken said.

"no problem."

He nodded.

"Oh, and I'd like twelve more bottles of fine wine."

"This does not."

The white-feathered pheasant shook its head.

"Please make an exception, head chef, money is not a problem."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

Having just received a huge sum of over two million, he immediately received another large reward; he is now extremely wealthy and powerful.

"It's not about the money. We've sold you too much wine lately, and it'll be difficult to balance the bill if we sell you more."

The white-feathered chicken's attitude this time was very firm.

"Okay, is there any other way?"

"Yes, I can arrange for you to purchase goods from Dukang Distillery. How much you can buy will depend on your own ability."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Come, come, head chef, sit down and eat while you talk."

Liu Zheng, with great foresight, moved his own stool over and handed over a few dried fish.

"You bribed me with salmon-based snacks?"

The white-feathered chicken glanced at him sideways.

"Our delivery department is small and has few staff, so we can't help it if our service is a little meager. Please forgive us."

He said it shamelessly.

"Ah."

The white-feathered chicken plopped down on the stool, took the dried fish, and stuffed it into its mouth.

"Those who go to Dukang Distillery to buy wine must first pay for a dream as an admission fee. The more dreams they receive, the higher their quality, and the better the wine they can buy, as well as the higher the discount."

"What happens if I pay for my dream?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's hard to say, everyone reacts differently. Some people will feel down, some will become sluggish, and some will lose some of their memory."

"The most serious case was someone who couldn't sleep and died suddenly after working at high intensity for a while."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Good heavens, is this a distillery or some kind of brainwashing lab?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said.

"How could someone become the beverage supplier for Bloody Restaurant without having something unique about them?"

The white-feathered pheasant scoffed at his overreaction.

Even the less reputable wineries have their own tricks up their sleeves, whether it's using high-quality raw materials, employing sophisticated brewing techniques, or offering generous freebies.

"What if you don't have sweet dreams?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Nightmares are fine even if you don't have pleasant dreams, but the requirements for nightmares are much higher. If your nightmares don't meet the standards, Dukang Distillery will help you create nightmares, guaranteeing they are vicious and intense enough."

"Whether you can handle it or not is not their concern."

The white-feathered rooster replied.

"Sure enough, anyone associated with restaurants is no good."

he sighed.

"Where in the Metropolis do you find such a kind soul?"

The white-feathered chicken sneered.

"To live is to fight and grab, otherwise you will become someone else's slave or food."

"It's too advanced for me. I just need to follow my boss and stick close to his big leg."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Pah, you're the one who made my legs so thin from hugging me. Once I quit, you'll be the only one left in the delivery department. Let's see whose legs you'll be hugging then."

The cows and horses spat at him.

"A big boss is a big boss. Everyone else is just a boss except you. Even if we leave the restaurant or the metropolis, you'll still be my big boss, and I can't shake you off."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Yue, you should say those disgusting things to your women."

The cows and horses looked disgusted.

"Salmon will deliver the food and drinks order later. Humph!"

The white-feathered chicken was too lazy to watch the two of them put on their "father dies, son laughs" act, and turned and left after saying that.

"Phew, that startled me. I thought it was going to take back its 'anger'."

Liu Zheng put the stool away and closed the door to the rest room before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Both being knives of perfect quality, "Anger" suits him better than "Gluttony".

With "Rage" at his disposal, his normal attack power would increase by several levels, not to mention the ultimate move of transforming into "Rage Demon".

"If they wanted to take it back, they would have just called; they wouldn't have come to our door in person."

Niu Ma curled his lip and said.

"You really understand it, sir."

Liu Zheng said admiringly.

"That's right, don't you know how many years I've been dealing with it? Did you make a lot of money this time?"

Suddenly, the ox and horse asked.

"Oh, no. Sigh, we've used up all our cards, and all we made was a little bit of hard-earned money. We've lost a lot."

He sighed deeply.

"Stop pretending. You say 'money is no problem'? You've definitely been on a lot of errands this time. Hurry up and split the money."

The oxen and horses stretched out their hooves.

"You didn't help again this time."

Liu Zheng protested.

"Bullshit! If I don't oversee the delivery department, where will you get the chance to go out and earn extra money? Hurry up, or don't even think about picking up orders next time."

The ox and horse glared and puffed out their beards.