Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Sisters are out of the question."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

He simply couldn't accept this kind of thing, even if people in the metropolis could accept it.

Since the old man wants to be his father, then after he dies, he has to listen to his son.

"Are there any that aren't so high-end?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, we also have a beggar's version of twin sisters, made from paper figures with fragments of soul attached. But they can only be used in haunted houses, and they are mentally deficient."

"That's what the bald manager replied."

"This one will do. Also, get me the 'Eighteen Beauties' version of the 'Eighteen Farewell Scenes' set. Do you have a package deal?"

"Yes, if you purchase our high-end burial site, you will receive a high-end, classy all-inclusive service, covering everything from the funeral to the renovation, and we will also give you a high-end project."

"That's what the bald manager said."

Does that large single-level apartment count?

"It's a large duplex."

"That's what the bald manager corrected me."

"Of course it counts. That's our recently launched flagship product, the premium luxury burial site."

"how much is it?"

he asked.

"Are you a family member of a city hall employee, sir?"

The bald manager glanced at the family certificate brooch on his chest and asked.

“That’s right. The deceased was my godfather, and he was also a family member of a city hall employee. Moreover, my godfather was a model worker who died in the line of duty.”

Liu Zheng said.

"In this case."

The bald manager pondered for a moment.

"Then let's set a fixed price, one million."

He said.

What discount is this?

Liu Zheng asked.

"I can't disclose that, but I can tell you that this price is close to the cost price."

"That's what the bald manager said."

“My brother-in-law works in the Market Supervision Bureau, and I have a good relationship with the gravedigger.”

he added.

"At most, I can give you a nanmu coffin as a gift. I really can't offer you any more discounts."

The bald manager gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, thank you very much. Do I need to pay a deposit?"

Liu Zheng took the initiative to ask.

"Generally, a 10% deposit is required, but for you, a 5% deposit is sufficient, and it's guaranteed to be refundable."

"That's what the bald manager said bluntly."

Since we've already given such a big discount, let's go all the way and do a good deed.

"it is good."

He took out a stack of money and handed it to the bald manager.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked your surname yet, sir."

"My surname is Liu."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Mr. Liu, it seems you paid too much as a deposit."

"That's what the bald manager said."

Based on his years of experience counting money, he could tell at a glance that there was at least 60,000.

"The extra portion is your tip. The bulk is yours, and you can divide the rest among yourselves. Everyone gets a share."

Liu Zheng said.

"Well, company policy doesn't allow us to accept tips."

"I'm embarrassed," the bald manager said.

"Then I'll specifically request that you officiate at my godfather's funeral; consider this a nomination fee."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Liu."

The bald manager said with a strange expression.

He was also a seasoned womanizer, a regular at various brothels and nightclubs, so he naturally knew what a "designation fee" meant.

In typical brothels, to optimize staff allocation and reduce idle hostesses, hostesses are usually rotated automatically according to time.

If you want to keep your favorite hostess, you have to pay an extra fee, which is called a "designation fee".

In some brothels that specialize in extravagant sex parties, even the sex workers are rotated. If you don't want to quit halfway through, you have to pay a special fee.

Of course, if you're a quick shooter, you can save this expense.

"Give me your phone number, and I'll contact you when I'm ready."

Liu Zheng said.

"okay."

The two exchanged phone numbers, and Liu Zheng then left the funeral home.

"Whoo~"

He looked up and exhaled a breath of stale air.

At that moment, the sky was covered with thick clouds, just like his mood.

"What unsavory thing did you see this time?"

The driver noticed Liu Zheng's displeasure.

Where in the metropolis can you find a clean place?

He asked rhetorically.

"You've been infected by those filthy beasts. Look at the world through a microscope, everything is dirty. The only clean place is a vacuum, but no one can live in a vacuum."

"Although I also dislike this Metropolis, even if those gray beasts had won back then, they might not have been able to create anything good."

The driver said sharply.

"Maybe you're right. Let's go to the nearest Unlucky Coffee."

Liu Zheng did not dwell on this issue.

"it is good."

The driver did not continue the discussion.

Ultimately, neither of them are politicians; their best debating style is to render their opponents speechless.

Upon arriving at the nearest Unlucky Coffee, all the staff looked at Liu Zheng as soon as he entered.

Soon, a shop assistant picked up a pair of scissors and plunged them into the heart of every shop assistant.

Blood gushed from the wounded heart, and the human face reappeared from the blood-soaked curtain.

"Where is my deer carcass, human?"

"The general manager of Unlucky Coffee asked."

Since his last deal with this human, the latter has disappeared without a trace and hasn't even come to buy coffee anymore.

This made him wonder if the guy was truly sincere about the deal.

“I have secured the support of the sewers, but they only agreed to give me a portion of the deer carcass.”

Liu Zheng said.

"Which part?"

The general manager asked, frowning.

"heart."

"Um"

Upon hearing that it was a heart attack, the general manager's expression relaxed somewhat.

"But the object of our last transaction was an intact corpse."

he emphasized.

“We clearly said that I would give you a complete corpse and you would give me ten million. We didn’t say that it had to be a complete corpse for the transaction to happen.”

Liu Zheng retorted without hesitation.

Playing word games with a reporter like him is like having more shit than the sewer.

"Then let's go by weight. The weight of a deer heart is about two percent of the weight of a deer carcass, so it's worth two hundred thousand."

The general manager added.

"Are you out of your mind? You're going to charge me for this by weight? Do you charge me by weight when you sell your ass?"

Liu Zheng mocked.

"You'd better watch your mouth, human. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind putting you in a coffee grinder and grinding you up."

The general manager said in a gloomy tone, and all the store employees glared at him angrily.

"I'll watch out for you! Last time I went to the Imperial View Villa to deliver food, even Peacock himself couldn't stop me. The bishop of the Round God Sect blocked my door and even summoned the divine monster, but I killed them all."

"You think you can fool me? Ask Peacock and Mr. Li, are you even worthy?"

Faced with the general manager's threats, his attitude became even more aggressive.

"I just blew up another office building and I'm furious. If you keep treating me like some little karaoke bar, I'll blow up every single unlucky coffee shop in the entire metropolis."

"Don't think I don't know the rules of your Bloody Restaurant. You need orders to get anything done. We have over 500 stores in the city alone. Do you think you can blast them all?"

The general manager sneered.

"Is more than 500 stores a lot? I can gather hundreds of people just in the old town, and there are plenty of brothers outside the city too. I'll blast one of your stores today, and another district tomorrow."

"Damn it, if you won't talk to me properly, then let's all shut up and die together."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, the gravedigger is an old friend of mine. When we become neighbors, you won't have a good time after you die!"

Liu Zheng said sternly.

"Are you out of your mind? It's normal to haggle in business, why are you acting like I killed your own father?"

The general manager was no longer angry; he was simply speechless.

Who would get angry with a madman unless they themselves are mad?

"I'm sorry, I've been under a lot of pressure lately, and I lost my composure for a moment. Please forgive me."

The storm of anger on Liu Zheng's face suddenly dissipated, and he spoke calmly.

"I can't laugh."

The general manager said coldly.

"Alright, I don't want to talk to a madman like you anymore. One price, three million."