I'm bad, but players love me

Seeing that the neighbor's attention was distracted, the dog took the opportunity to put the food on the neighbor's crowded little table, and then pretended nothing had happened and prepared to run away after watching the plot.

It's so funny. I can't even hold one of your hands with both of my hands.

As a result, just as Awen handed the food over, he turned around and stared at him. His inorganic blue eyes pinned him to the spot and asked soulfully, "Didn't you have any mission assigned to you today?"

Chapter 54: One in Eight Thousand

"I remember you," Awen said, looking at Gouzi's face. "Since the commander has given you the opportunity to become a member of the ELO organization, I hope you can cherish it."

She really didn't understand why the commander would agree to let someone like Gou Zi join ELO.

Awen's critical eyes scanned the dog up and down like an X-ray.

He is thin and looks like nothing but skin and bones. To put it nicely, he looks like a bookish person. To put it bluntly, he looks like a walking boiled chicken, unable to carry anything with his hands or shoulders.

Even if we don't say all these, look at his attitude now. He has the nerve to give up after only a few days of work, and he takes advantage of people's kindness and just sneaks into other people's homes to slack off.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange, the neighbor uncle hurriedly explained, "Please don't misunderstand, he came here to return our things."

"What else did he do?" Awen still did not change her cold attitude. In her eyes, Gouzi was just here to be lazy.

The neighbor pointed to the bag on the desk and said, "The girl next door teamed up with several others to send him something, but he was embarrassed to accept it. He just sent it yesterday, and today he eagerly sent it back."

"Really?" Awen's anger suddenly subsided, but he added uncertainly, trying to get the other party to tell the truth, "Don't worry, we won't punish him severely, but we have to teach him a lesson. Don't feel sorry for him. If people like this are not dealt with, the ELO organization will be in big trouble in the future."

As he said this, Awen glared at the dog who was standing beside him with a confused look on his face.

"Really, I didn't lie to you." Seeing that Awen's tone had softened, the neighbor nodded repeatedly in affirmation, and quickly pushed the dog's back, motioning the other party to go up and explain.

Awen refused to give in and apologized generously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you." She glanced at Gouzi, "You haven't been assigned any tasks anyway, and you must be exhausted from all the physical labor these days. I might as well introduce you to a place that's easier, and there's a chair to sit on."

Relying on Awen's guilt, Gou Zi somehow raised the other person's favorability to "friendly".

Although it is really exciting to be able to get a new job, based on the dog's experience, this new job must be very serious.

"Let me think about it. I've planted the fields and built the house. Now it's time to start mining." Gouzi controlled his character to keep up with Awen's pace. "Oh no! If I keep mining, I'll really become Palu."

Then, Awen took him to a huge factory that looked dilapidated and had obviously been reopened recently.

"This is a manufacturing plant. Working here will be much easier." Awen looked at Gouzi's face in disbelief and couldn't help but smile and said, "It's okay. Just consider it my compensation to you."

【Note the key word: compensation.】

[Holy crap, is this some kind of factory simulator?]

【The first person to work in cyberspace. 】

[As expected, the end of the universe is the factory.]

[Just out of the factory, and then back into the factory, reality connects to virtuality, I get it, this is the real cyberpunk! ]

Gou Zi watched the barrage of comments passing by, and his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

As Awen led the dog inside, he said, "This place mainly manufactures firearms. Because there are not enough quality inspectors, the commanders were all conscripted here."

Hearing this, Gouzi was no longer sleepy. He was really good at being a quality inspector, so he just took a quick look and that was enough.

So I'm here to be a quality inspector?

"No, you're in charge of the assembly."

The dog suddenly lost interest and said, "That's it, let's continue to be Cyberpalu."

Awen walked halfway and turned back to ask softly, "I want to ask, why did you want to return the food to them?"

This is a gift from them. Even if you take it all for yourself, no one will say anything. This food might even save your life! You don't have to pay it back.

Gouzi hesitated for a long time, and finally curled his lips. "Although this is not very nice, but the game options are all here, and it would be a bit impolite if I didn't choose."

【We will not take a single needle or thread from the people.】

Awen looked back in surprise at the person he had always looked down upon.

"No wonder..." she murmured.

No wonder the commander agreed to accept him as a member of the organization.

As soon as the dog sat down, he saw the people next to him doing their work in a sloppy manner. Some parts could not be assembled at all, so they had to cram them in. They knew that they were unqualified products without even testing.

"Oh my goodness," Gouzi stared at the scene in amazement. "I remember the accuracy of the gun barrel was measured in hairs, right? Does this thing really work? I know your game is perfunctory, but this is too perfunctory."

He leaned over and a dialog box popped up: [Can this gun really be used?]

The other person looked up at Gouzi and asked, "Of course you can't use it! You're new here, don't you know this little rule?"

【What rules? 】

"If you don't use it yourself, you don't need to worry too much about it. For example, this gun, we opened this production line but it's not for our own use."

Who is that for?

The man looked around suspiciously at first, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he leaned close to Gouzi's ear and said with confidence, "It's made for those noble gentlemen."

Gouzi pondered in front of the computer for a long time but still couldn't figure out what this was all about. "ELO sells guns to nobles, and then the nobles use the guns to fight ELO. Is that the same as ELO making guns to fight itself?"

[What's the host saying? With this quality, I don't even know if it can actually fire a bullet, but where it's going to come from is something I need to think about.]

Elo sells guns to nobles to make money. The more money they have, the more Elo people there are. Nobles kill Elo people when they see them. When people are killed, they die, and the number of Elo people decreases. Killing Elo people requires guns, and selling guns makes Elo money. This means the more Elo people there are, the fewer Elo people there are.

Why would the nobles sell guns to the ELO organization? Can't they just make their own?

[Hurry up and ask, don't just stand there and think. It's normal for someone to be so clumsy as to not think about the plot.]

Gouzi stopped working again and opened the dialog box. [Nobles, why are you buying the guns we make?]

The man made an "eight" with his hands and said, "This is the military funding the nobles asked the city lord for for gun manufacturing." Then he made a "one" with his hands and said, "This is our price."

Our price is only one-eighth of theirs.

"One eighth?" the man said with a meaningful smile. "You young people really have no imagination at all." He raised his mouth to the sky with a certain smugness. "It's one in eight thousand. One eighth again. Those nobles aren't stupid."

I don’t know whether the nobles are stupid or not, but the barrage is what makes people stupid.

"Am I blind? One in eight thousand? Can you really get that much out of this thing?"

[This tradition is not uncommon in Amei.]

[Excuse me, but is Kori City's background related to Da Ying?]

[I never expected this.]

Chapter 55: I am the factory director, is this true?

Dim was very satisfied with her job, even though she hated it seven days ago and even cursed the adventurer who arranged her here.

Human desires are difficult to satisfy.

At first, Dim just wanted a job, but then she wanted more - she wanted money.

She wanted to be able to actually step on other people's heads, instead of pretending to be proud and bragging outside during the day and crying bitterly in her own cramped and crowded servant's room in the middle of the night.

She even had to be careful when crying, not making any noise and not letting her tears flow onto the bed next to her, for fear that the others would find her and beat her impatiently, making her unable to cry.

Fortunately, the situation is gradually improving.

After getting a job that everyone envied, you have to accept the dirty inside hidden beneath its glamorous surface - Dim lost her last bit of self-respect and sovereignty as a human being among the nobles.

But it's worth it.

Dim was so proud, especially after her master received a large amount of funds from the city lord.

Who would have thought that a meaningless position like "weapons procurement" could have a "second spring" in this world where war cannot be waged? We really have to thank ELO for this.

The already luxurious house became even more magnificent, with workers constantly coming in and out. Dim's originally not-so-great power seemed so precious against the backdrop of these humble workers, as if he had the power to cover the sky with one hand.

Now she was one of the people who could stand half-bent in front of the butler, although she still knelt down to show her respect.

"Go to the factory with them to see what's happening with the batch of guns." The butler ordered with his hands behind his back, then turned and left.

Dim hurriedly crawled over to stop her. "What factory? Who are they?"

The butler did not reply immediately, but stared at her with eagle-like sharp eyes, as if Dim had done something that angered God and man, and should be struck by lightning and pierced by thousands of swords.

Dim rolled her eyes, hurriedly bent down, knelt down and took two steps back - she was kneeling too close to the butler, which made the other party feel offended.

The housekeeper slowly patted her dust-free trouser legs, but she probably felt that if she got too close to someone like Dim, she would be infected with the germs of the slums.

It wasn't until Dim felt that his knees must have turned blue from kneeling that the butler slowly spoke: "Everyone in the same room with you. As for the factory..."

Her eyes, hidden behind her monocle, looked off into the distance with disdain. "Oh, as expected, guys from the slums are just stupid. Factories that can make guns all emit black smoke. Whichever one emits black smoke is stupid."

Dim, whose pain point was touched, retorted subconsciously: "I'm from the civilian area."

This time, the housekeeper didn't blame the other party for being disrespectful. She just asked calmly, "Is there any difference?"

Dim didn't say anything else in response. She just crouched on the ground, biting her lips tightly, waiting for the sound of her high leather heels to fade away.

As she dragged her swollen legs to the outside of the servants' house, she heard whispers inside.

"Why did the new guy get promoted so quickly?"

"You don't understand this, right? We are at most dogs for our masters, but she is different. She is a dog for the dogs."

"How to say?"

"It's the master's 'Mrs. Lola'. The last time I saw her, she let the dog step on her head. Otherwise, why would the dog be so close to her? And how did she get promoted so quickly? She's worse than a dog!"

Dim did not rush in to argue with them like she did before. She just stomped loudly twice on the spot silently, pretending to know nothing in the face of the smiling faces of the people in the room.

As the housekeeper had said, that factory was the only one allowed to emit black smoke into the sky. It was located right on the border between the slums and the working class, and its exterior looked run-down, so the interior couldn't be much better.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Work hard! Someone is here to inspect!" The security guard on duty at the door rushed in and greeted.

People who used to be serious about making junk stuff suddenly became more serious. They no longer openly broke things, but instead made slight modifications according to the correct drawings.

After all, what if there are some ignorant people among the people who come to review?

The security guard smiled ingratiatingly, almost showing her teeth to express her enthusiasm. "Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome, everyone, welcome to our inspection. Over there is our production line, everyone is working diligently."

Seeing that everyone was not interested, the security guard said, "Since we are here for an inspection, we can't just stand here and do nothing. Come on, the director's office is in the back. We've prepared tea for you all. Please come in, please come in."

But when he opened the door, he found nothing inside except a table. The security guard couldn't help but scratch his head awkwardly. "Haha, maybe our factory director went to the restroom. Wait a minute, I'll bring some chairs over."

After receiving the report from the security guard, Awen hurried to catch Yun Shuo.

Yun Shuo is quality-checking a batch of newly manufactured sniper rifles.

My goodness, I hadn't even taken two steps when the magazine base broke and fell off. It fell as I walked, and I didn't even need anyone to help me slap it. If I wanted to fire, I had to manually load the bullets into the chamber through the ejection mirror one by one.

Not to mention the accuracy. Once a shot is fired, not only does the opponent not know where the bullet will go, the shooter also does not know where the bullet will fly. More importantly, the angle of the bullet is different each time, which makes it appear casual.

What a "equality for all" gun! No matter you are a 100% sharpshooter or a newbie who touches a gun for the first time, everyone's shooting result will be uniformly bad.

"Talent, real talent." Yun Shuo nodded continuously, and then skillfully packed these rare guns into boxes for those noble lords.

"Commander!" Awen slammed the door open. "Oh no! Someone's here to investigate! Mr. Willis just left and they're here!"

Yun Shuo understood what Awen meant, but he said, "Really? I'm going to talk to them? I don't know what data is and I don't manage the account books. How can I do that?"

"Commander, you are too modest. If it were you, the commander, who would take action, there would definitely be no problem."

Awen's words left Yun Shuo silent.

Facts have proved that others always believe in you more than you do.

Yun Shuo really hasn't done this kind of paper work for a long time, and now he knows how to deal with social situations.

"Come on, Awen, come with me and prepare something."

Chapter 56: Just a snack

Although the servants who came to inspect lived like dogs in the nobles' homes, the title of their master alone was enough for them to boss people around outside.

"Pah," someone spat out coffee grounds impatiently, "Is this all you're trying to trick us with?"

The security guard smiled and nodded, "Sorry, sorry, I'll go make another cup."

As she spoke, she leaned forward and respectfully took the cup from the other person's hand, then turned her back to prepare a new cup.

Before she could take a step forward, someone called out to her, "Hey, how long have you been blind? She despises this garbage, but we don't? Don't you have any sense?"

Dim also handed over her cup. She pretended to be very knowledgeable, as if she knew a lot about this kind of thing and said, "Such good beans are being wasted by you doing this. Practice more before serving them."