Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"correct."

Ace said.

"The Ministry of Finance is full of big shots. Every time they compile the budget, they make us run around like crazy. With them involved, the sanitation department will definitely give them face."

"Can we get it working?"

Liu Zheng asked expectantly.

"Ugh"

After a long sigh, Ace finally seemed to have made up his mind and said...

"I can help you, but you have to promise me two things."

"You said."

He nodded.

"The first thing you do is take me through the Chaotic Lands once."

Ace said.

"what is that?"

"The 'Red Witch' board game is the centerpiece of the venue, known as the most difficult tabletop RPG module in the entire Metropolis. I've tried it so many times, and every time I get wiped out before even reaching Act 3. Tch!"

Ace said unhappily.

"Playing with you is no problem, but I'm not so confident in helping you complete the game. I'm actually pretty bad at tabletop role-playing games."

Liu Zheng did not make any guarantees.

"That's fine. If once doesn't work, we'll try twice, and if twice doesn't work, we'll try three times. As long as you're willing to play with me, that's all that matters. Oh, and let's invite Nightingale too."

Ace said.

"You don't actually like her, do you?"

He raised an eyebrow and said.

"What? Every time she fails to beat the game, she says it's because I'm too bad to carry her. I'm going to let her know that it's clearly because she's too bad to carry me."

Ace spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Hmm, that's very ambitious."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Of course. I'm serious about board games."

"Ace said proudly."

"Hmm. And the second thing?"

"The second thing is that you need to help me with my blind date situation."

Ace said.

"Then I'll find you someone to fake a blind date?"

He immediately had an idea.

After all, Liu Zheng had done similar things in real life.

Of course, the result was that nothing came of it becoming real.

After all, no parent would allow their daughter to jump into a fire pit once they knew his background.

Unless he marries into the family, it would be something to consider, but Liu Zheng is unwilling to do so.

Although he had no attachment to his biological parents, he took the old director's surname. Others might not care, but he couldn't.

"Whatever, you come up with a solution, and I'll cooperate. I'm becoming a noob myself from hiding at work playing cards with those losers every day."

"Ace complained."

"Okay. Is there anything else I need to prepare?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Prepare five million, and give it to me along with the takeout later. Although my uncle is willing to pay for it, if he does, he'll have even more reason to control me."

Ace thought for a moment and said.

"it is good."

He agreed without batting an eye.

The wind blows the eggshell away, signifying the loss of wealth and the loss of peace.

Human psychology is a strange thing. When something is desired but not obtained in childhood, it often leads to two extremes in adulthood.

One type is a morbid pursuit, like when you didn't have meat to eat when you were a child, you would eat meat like crazy when you grew up, and you still couldn't stop even if you developed high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and fatty liver.

One type is a firm refusal. For example, if you couldn't afford hamburgers and cola when you were a child, even if you have money now and even have coupons that offer 25 off for purchases over 30, you still won't eat them.

Liu Zheng belongs to the latter category.

I didn't have money when I was a child, and I still don't have the concept of saving money when I grow up.

When they have money, they spend it lavishly; when they don't, they spend it frugally.

After hanging up, he called 4399 again.

When asking someone for a favor, you should let them know beforehand, regardless of whether you actually need it or not; this is basic courtesy.

"Brother 4399, I've found another way to solve this."

Liu Zheng said.

"What channel?"

4399's question was a bit presumptuous, but he had no choice but to ask it.

Liu Zheng is now considered the most important unofficial member of the "Refusal Faction," even more important than many official members. They have to keep track of his interpersonal relationships, especially those within the city hall.

If another woman falls for a honey trap and betrays the party, the "rejection faction" will become a laughing stock in the entire city hall.

"It was Wang Pai who helped. His uncle's daughter-in-law's uncle's classmate is now a deputy director in the Ministry of Finance."

Liu Zheng replied.

What conditions did he propose?

4399 pressed on.

Two things

He told 4399 all the conditions for the ace.

"Hmm, are you having financial difficulties?"

4399 asked.

"Not bad, I made some money reselling Dukang Distillery's liquor earlier. By the way, Brother 4399, do we need Dukang Distillery's purchase quota? I still have a quota of 100 million."

Liu Zheng remembered and asked.

Among the people he knew, only a handful, such as 4399, Baiyuji, and the novelist, could handle such a large amount.

"How do you have such a large credit limit?"

Even though 4399's mindset had been cultivated to be as calm as a still well, it couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a huge wave.

Even as a leading figure among the new generation of "those who refuse favor," he wouldn't dare say he could earn that much money in his lifetime.

"Because I have poor sleep quality and often have nightmares?"

Liu Zheng said, half-jokingly.

Although everyone knows he is a black goat cub hybrid, an ordinary hybrid and a chosen one who has heard the gospel many times are two completely different things.

If we were to tell 4399 the truth, it's hard to say whether the "anti-favor faction" would donate him to the First Municipal University as a research subject.

"Let me ask."

4399 was too lazy to listen to his Versailles story and promptly hung up the phone.

"Sigh, the locals are so rude."

Liu Zheng shook his head and then called Guo Kou Tangzi again.

"What are you doing again?"

"I asked the soup vendor at the pot's edge."

"Make me four main dishes, a soup, a dessert, and two appetizers. Avoid poultry, and make mushroom soup."

He explained the requirements for the ace player.

"Send it to where?"

"Delivered to the Finance Department of the Logistics Division of the Ministry of Public Security. The person who placed the order is named Bills Homer, and his phone number is XXXXX."

Liu Zheng replied.

"You're sending a gang member to deliver takeout to the police department?"

Guo Kou Tangzi thought he must have lost his mind.

What's the difference between this and letting a male succubus fall into a silver doll's den?

"Don't worry, this is an acquaintance of mine. He's a homebody and has no interest in catching thugs like you. His father is a Planeswalker, and if your cooking satisfies him, it will be very beneficial to the revitalization of the Extreme Flavor Group."

Liu Zheng comforted him.

"What do you mean by thugs and hooligans? We're just a food-making enthusiasts' club with a street culture vibe."

Guo Kou Tangzi retorted.

"Huh? Who taught you that?"

he said in surprise.

"Can't I come up with my own idea?"

"Impossible. With your brain that's practically made of broth, you couldn't possibly come up with something this sophisticated."

Liu Zheng didn't believe it at all.

"Hmph, it was Garlic Head who came up with the idea, saying he got the inspiration from you."

Guo Kou Tangzi pursed his lips and said.

"Not bad, not bad, young man, you have potential. I think he's much more suitable to be the boss than you."

He made a joke.

It wouldn't be right if someone else said that, but the four seasoning enthusiasts had always wanted Liu Zheng to marry Guo Kou Tangzi and become the boss, so he was just joking when he said that.

"I already said that the Extreme Flavor Group is a food enthusiasts' association, so of course, status is determined by cooking skills. Someone like you isn't even qualified to be a junior (newcomer)."

Guo Kou Tangzi retorted sarcastically.

"That's a bit much. I'm pretty good at cooking instant noodles."

Liu Zheng shouted.

"Oh. Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to work."

Guo Kou Tangzi was too lazy to argue with this layman.

"I also got some good seaweed. Have someone come to Rose Street to pick it up."

He said.

"Oh."

Guo Kou Tangzi hung up the phone, and Liu Zheng had already driven to the intersection of Rose Street.

Swarms of flies patrolled the ground and the sky, while water trucks shuttled back and forth, making it look like a major crime scene.

Well, it certainly does look like a serious crime scene.

After all, the only public property that dares to provoke the city hall in the last decade is the French plane tree.

"Buzz!"