Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

"Hmph, if you know what's good for you, I won't need to say anything. If you don't, then I'll be even less likely to say anything."

The ox and horse said this with a straight face.

"The Metropolis is still the same Metropolis."

He sighed as he took out his money.

Every time he fell into the warm illusion of brotherly love and harmony, the oxen and horses would show him through their actions that the metropolis was still just a place where everyone was a beast.

"And you, boss, will always be my boss."

Niu Ma snatched the banknotes, swallowed them, and then said smugly.

“I have never denied that.”

Liu Zheng smiled, took out his phone, and called the deputy director.

Good morning, Mr. Liu.

The deputy director said enthusiastically.

"Why did you invite General Manager Liu along?"

"Now that you are a shareholder of our company, it is perfectly reasonable to call you General Manager Liu."

The deputy director replied.

"Okay, sure. I need your help with something."

He couldn't be bothered to fuss over how to address someone.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Liu."

"Here's the thing, I have an elder relative's granddaughter who has recently been bullied at school, and as her uncle, I can't just ignore it. But I really don't have any connections at the school, so I was thinking of asking you, the deputy director, for help."

Liu Zheng said.

"Which school does Mr. Liu's niece attend?"

"I asked the deputy director."

"Virtue Private Secondary School"

"Oh, I know that school. It's considered average among private secondary schools."

"That's what the deputy director said."

"Does the deputy director know anyone at that school?"

“I don’t know him. But it seems that several of my son’s junior high school classmates went to that school. Please wait a moment, I’ll call him over right away.”

"That's what the deputy director said."

"You brought your son to work?"

he said in surprise.

"Mr. Liu, you misunderstand. I am not feeling well today and have taken sick leave to rest at home."

The deputy director explained.

"What's wrong? Have you seen a doctor? I know a doctor who's very skilled. Would you like him to take a look at you?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for Mr. Liu?"

The deputy director hesitated.

"What's the trouble? Can you go out now?"

he asked.

"OK."

"Okay, then go directly to the 'Imhotem' clinic. When you get there, just give them my name. I'll come find you next time I'm out delivering food."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Then we'll follow Mr. Liu's arrangements. Li Ziming, come here. Just answer whatever Mr. Liu asks, understand? If you dare to be even slightly impolite, even your mother couldn't save you today."

The deputy director suddenly spoke in a stern tone.

"Oh dear, don't scare the child."

He said it insincerely.

"Mr. Liu, you have no idea how much of a bastard this is. At school, he does everything except good deeds. The teachers call me to complain every few days, and all I can do is apologize and give gifts. I've given the school more gifts than I've given to the leaders."

"If it weren't for the tutor you recommended last time who saved him, I was planning to throw him into a garbage dump to fend for himself and have a second child."

The deputy director complained.

"There's no need to throw it in the garbage disposal plant. It's your own flesh and blood, after all. Throwing it in the sewer is enough."

Liu Zheng said, pretending to be kind.

Li Ziming trembled with fear; this food delivery guy was indeed as terrifying as the rumors suggested.

"Quickly greet General Manager Liu."

"The deputy director shouted."

"Hello, Mr. Liu."

Li Ziming said tremblingly.

"Hello Li Ziming. Don't be so scared. Your dad and I are good friends. I'm a very kind person, especially good at getting along with children."

Liu Zheng comforted the other party.

"Be kind my ass! You just said you were going to send me to the sewers!"

Li Ziming roared inwardly, but dared not show it on his face.

“I know, my dad often mentions you to me, Mr. Liu.”

He said.

"That's good. Now, let me ask you, do you know anyone at Meide Private School?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"There are a few of them; they're all my former junior high school classmates."

Li Ziming replied.

Are you still in touch? What's your relationship like?

"this."

Li Ziming's eyes flickered.

"Mr. Liu is asking you a question, speak up."

The deputy director glared at him from the side.

"We get along quite well; we often go out together."

Li Ziming quickly replied.

"playing what?"

"Like arcades, nightclubs, and things like that."

Li Ziming said honestly.

"Good-for-nothing friends."

Liu Zheng suddenly realized.

It seems that whether in reality or in the metropolis, the hobbies of rich kids who don't study hard are pretty much the same.

"Please excuse my poor performance, Mr. Liu."

The deputy director said somewhat embarrassedly.

In the circles of these middle-class elites, there's nothing wrong with being a playboy; he himself spent far more money on entertainment than his son when he was young.

But being both bad at the game and a playful person will become a laughing stock.

"It's alright, it's alright. Kids like to play, that's normal."

Liu Zheng said dismissively.

He wants good-for-nothing friends, that's exactly what he wants. He doesn't want the kind of good students.

"Then tell your uncle, how are your friends doing at school?"

he asked.

"They're just average. Their grades are even worse than mine, and they don't have any special talents or anything."

Li Ziming said with a hint of smugness.

The degrees from the University of California, Berkeley are highly valued, unlike in the real world where you can spend money to get a degree abroad and gild your resume.

Therefore, when family backgrounds are similar, children who excel academically still hold a high position in social circles.

No, no, no, that's not what I meant.

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"What aspect are you referring to?"

Li Ziming was puzzled.

"How good is he at fighting? Does he have any followers? How's his relationship with the teachers? Can he get someone expelled without getting himself into trouble?"

"what?"

Li Ziming's eyes widened.

He instinctively looked at his father, only to see the man nod with a serious expression.

"If that's the case, then they're doing pretty well. Two of them are considered the top students in their respective classes."

Having received his father's approval, Li Ziming answered honestly.

“That’s great. Then do me a favor. There’s a girl named Fuma Mirai in Class 17 of the third year of high school at Meide Private Middle School. She’s my niece. It seems like she’s been bullied recently. Could you ask your friends to help me investigate what’s going on?”

Liu Zheng said.

"I'm fine with it, but I probably won't be able to get them to do anything just because of my connections."

Since the discussion wasn't about anything serious, Li Ziming relaxed and scratched his head.

He was certainly not at the bottom of that circle, but he wasn't exactly a big shot either.

He said those people might agree, but whether they would actually do it, and how diligently they would do it, was another matter.

"Then your uncle will give you face."

Liu Zheng said understandingly.

How much will it increase?

"That's a question you'll have to ask yourself."

He said.

"That"

Li Ziming fell into thought.

“I’ve got it! I want to take them to have a party in the sewers.”

He recalled the conversation between Liu Zheng and his father, and a thought suddenly struck him.

"what?"

Even though Liu Zheng was a man of great experience and knowledge, he never expected him to make such a request.

"Can't you?"

Li Ziming was somewhat disappointed.