I'm bad, but players love me

The security guard agreed to everything, but as soon as he closed the office door, he rolled his eyes viciously at that person.

She sarcastically said, "You're just wasting such fine beans by doing this, making it seem like you've tried them before. You should at least stop drinking them clean. And I'm trying to trick you with just this little bit of stuff. If you want another, just say so. Just because you have a little power, you're trying to act like a wealthy person."

Coffee is a rare commodity in the city of Cori. To some extent, it can even be used as currency. This is because when ELO was fighting the nobles before, they got a lot of coffee beans from their warehouses. Otherwise, how could these people have the blessing to drink it?

To put it bluntly, coffee only serves to refresh the mind. It is useful for those nobles, but it is no real food for the ELO people who have no money and no money.

There were so many coffee beans that Yun Shuo specially opened a coffee shop in the ELO organization. Although there was no traffic at all, drinking alcohol was more interesting than drinking coffee after all.

It's hard enough to work hard on the land every day. People don't drink some alcohol to relax, but instead torture themselves by drinking this bitter stuff of yours.

The security guard was still not satisfied, and walked towards the tea room with the cups in his arms, muttering bad things about people and shaking his body from time to time to make beating gestures.

When Yun Shuo opened the office door, he saw a few old men sitting on chairs with their legs crossed, drinking coffee with an intoxicated look on their faces, as if what they were holding in their hands was not terribly bitter black coffee, but some kind of nectar.

Seeing that it was not the security guard but another unfamiliar face who walked in, the person on the left took the initiative to ask, "Are you the factory manager?"

"Hey, hello everyone." Yun Shuo immediately spotted Dim, who was sitting quite alone on the right. Fearing that he would be recognized by her, he had to smile and lower his head, hunching his waist to try his best to show his willingness to please.

"I'm sorry to bother you all. I don't have much to offer you, so I can only give you a small gift. These are some famous snacks in the civilian area. I hope you will not punish me for being late."

As he spoke, Yun Shuo invited Awen in, took the packages from the other person, and then quickly asked him to leave.

Awen knew clearly what Dim meant here. He lowered his head, tilted his head, handed it over, and hurried out.

"That man! I'm talking to you! Why are you running? Are we some kind of monster? You won't even let us see each other? Turn around!" The man on the left glanced at the trembling Yun Shuo, and then said with a proud face.

After all, the other party is the factory director, so it is a bit too much to target him directly, but it is okay to target the people around the factory director as a warning.

Seeing that Awen was dumbfounded and refused to move, she yelled again, "You heard me, right? Turn around!"

Yun Shuo quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. His eyes swept over the group and he quickly realized that the guy who had come forward and yelled was just a loudspeaker, while the real boss was the guy who sat in the middle, silent but had completely separated Dim from the group.

The person was obviously old, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were deeply imprinted on her old face even when she was not smiling. The nasolabial folds wrapped around her mouth that had never turned up. She had been wearing a stern face since she came in, with a dead look on her face that made it impossible to express herself.

"Don't pay attention to her, she has some mental problems. She is my wife's niece, and she came to me because she had no way to live." Yun Shuo explained while handing over the snacks in his hand.

The elderly woman raised her eyelids and glanced at him before reaching out to take the snack.

As soon as I got it, the portion size was off.

She licked her lips, signaled with her eyes that the person who had shouted at her to shut up, and then weighed the snack bag up and down. "Why is the portion wrong?"

Yun Shuo cursed inwardly, "This guy is so greedy!" But he kept saying, "It's a little light. This kind of snack is just for appetizers."

Then he spread his hands helplessly and said, "But we only took 20% of the fees, and there are so many workers who need to be paid. If you are willing to say a few more good words..."

Yun Shuo glanced at the other person's expression and saw that he was just staring at the snack with envy, so he continued, "I will definitely treat you all to a big meal."

"Feast?" The other person's eyes drifted over. "Let's take a look at the snacks first."

Seeing this, Awen quickly retreated and closed the door tightly. Yun Shuo also divided up the snacks.

When handing it to Dim, Yun Shuo could clearly feel the other party's sharp eyes moving around his face for a few times, but soon moved away.

"So many?" The person who had spoken loudly just now could no longer contain her amazement. She swallowed, widened her eyes and looked at her companions on both sides.

No wonder so many people say that censorship is a lucrative job.

It took a cough from the leader in the middle to quiet down the whispering members of the group.

"This seems to be against the rules." The old woman said pretentiously.

Yun Shuo also said in confusion: "It's just some food. It has nothing to do with any rules. It's just a sweet thing."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"The wrapping paper is just thicker. Everyone in this room knows that snacks wrapped in thicker paper won't spoil easily."

The old woman coughed again and glanced at Dim. "It's just a snack. Everyone's already eaten it, so don't have any other bad thoughts behind it."

Dim pursed his lips and said, "Of course I won't have any bad intentions, but I also hope that some people won't steal from me."

After receiving a positive response, the old woman continued, "Of course. Well, we still have to go through the necessary procedures. Take us to see the workers in the factory."

"My pleasure, my Lords, please."

Chapter 57: Parting Ways

"This is our production line," Yun Shuo said attentively. "We've been working as hard as we can to ensure both quality and quantity."

All he said was empty talk, and these guys who were already full didn't have much interest in listening. Most of them just looked at him and nodded in agreement from time to time, just going through the motions.

At this time, no one noticed that Dim had quietly left at some point.

Even though he had no impression of Yun Shuo, Awen, who followed behind Yun Shuo, was too familiar to Dim. He was so familiar that even if Awen died and turned into ashes, the only person who would recognize her first would be Dim.

I have to say, when you are not respected, seeing your acquaintances not being respected either is indeed a good way to relieve stress.

It was a bit hot inside the factory, and Dim really needed to come out and get some fresh air.

She held the bag of expensive snacks in one hand and took out a cigarette from her trouser pocket with the other hand, but after putting it in her mouth, she couldn't find the lighter for a long time.

Dim made an impatient "tsk" sound and became more and more anxious. He put a struck match to the cigarette in her mouth, and the tiny flame went out quickly after it was lit.

She looked up at the other person, and neither of them spoke.

Dim took two puffs of his cigarette, and the smoke drifted out from his lips, which had become much redder in recent days. "Niece of the factory director's wife, huh, what are you doing here?"

"You've gained weight." Awen fiddled with the burnt stick at his fingertips and said without raising his head.

"Yeah, have you ever heard of a happy heart and a plump body? I asked you to live a good life with me, but you don't want to."

"Can being a dog for a beast make you feel at ease?" Awen deliberately did not stop Dim from leaving the ELO organization. She admitted that she had selfish motives and had been asking about Dim's life since then.

Dim, whose pain point was touched, began to retort, "Yes, I was a dog, but so what? Doesn't your factory manager still have to smile at me?"

She poked Awen's chest with the fingers that held the snack, and the still warm package penetrated through his skin and went straight to Awen's heart.

"Dim," Awen grabbed her hand and said seriously, "It's not too late to turn back now."

Awen's expression changed. No, it would be better to say that since joining the ELO organization, Dim found that Awen had become so unfamiliar.

Now, Awen was so gentle, looking at her with an inclusive and kind gaze. The anger and resentment from their childhood had completely disappeared from this youthful face.

This was an expression that shouldn't exist on the face of a commoner. And this sacred expression, which Dim had once longed for, now deeply hurt her.

There are irreconcilable differences between her thoughts and Awen's.

Dim would never admit that she was wrong in front of Awen. Her pride would not allow this to happen. She had to pretend that she was living well to prove that Awen was wrong and she was right.

But the reality made Awen stand in front of her and tell her, "I am doing well, really well, but what about you? Are your good things real?"

Dim refused to admit he was wrong, so she said, "You should be the one who turns back. I have food, drink, clothes, and even make a little extra money. What about you? You're working in this filthy place for a fool who only knows how to laugh."

She suddenly remembered something. Dim had found something that could help him win back a game against Awen. She said excitedly, "That idiot seems to be a high-ranking member of the ELO organization. How could I forget that you are also an ELO member?"

Dim grew increasingly excited as he watched Awen's eyes gradually become wary and filled with fear. "Tell me, if I tell them that this place is actually the ELO base, do you think they will just kill you and everyone here?"

"I shouldn't have let you out. You should have died there." Awen closed his eyes tightly and said through gritted teeth, "I look down on you, Dim Lurtz, I look down on you. I won't share your surname anymore. I'll give you this beastly surname."

Lurtz was the surname they created when the duo was first formed. When Awen said this at this time, she undoubtedly wanted to completely draw a line between herself and Dim.

"No, I didn't mean that." Dim's hands and feet were cold, and she was panicked. "You let me out? I thought I escaped by myself... I... I lied to you, I won't tell you."

Her eyes quickly turned red. "Don't be like this, Awen, we agreed to be friends for life. We're just not in the same camp. I won't hurt you... Please, don't say such things..."

"Like we said before, it's up to you. Snitch or expose, that's what you've always thought, right? You've never taken the lives of ordinary people seriously. You have no empathy at all. You're no different than those nobles who oppress us."

Awen just took a step back silently, and Dim's hand that was trying to grab her fell into thin air. Dim suddenly fell to the ground, but Awen ignored her and turned away without hesitation.

Dim did not chase after him, but just knelt on the ground skillfully and stiffly.

In the past, Awen would definitely help her up, brush off the dust on her body, and then say, "Are you okay?" But now, all she has to face is a ruthless back.

She just knelt there, finished the cigarette with trembling hands, then patted the ashes off her knees as if nothing had happened and staggered back.

She still had things to do, and she couldn't continue to dwell on her sorrow. It was just a parting of ways, just an Awen, nothing compared to her future wealthy life.

When they returned, those people had been completely coaxed by Yun Shuo, and they were all happily bragging about their own affairs.

No one cares about Dim's departure and return.

Dim was also asking for trouble. She was wandering around there in a daze, unconsciously checking the gun.

As she thought about it, sadness and anger surged into her heart, causing her to involuntarily tighten her grip on the object in her hand.

There was a "click" sound, followed by a dull thud of something hitting the ground. Before Dim could even look up to react if something had happened, she came to her senses and aimed her eyes at the pistol in her hand that was broken into two pieces.

The gun handle was still in her hand, but the other half of the barrel was already on the ground, waving at her.

Do I have that much strength?

She looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so she quickly pretended nothing had happened and put the gun back.

Just as he was about to run away, Dim suddenly realized: No, this thing is of such poor quality, how can it be justified? It's not even as strong as a toy gun!

Chapter 58: The gun that breaks when dropped

These guns are not just things placed in the armory for show, but are actually used on the battlefield to fight the enemy with real guns and real bullets.

If there is something wrong with the weapon, the person who took out the weapon will definitely die.

Because everyone in the ELO organization needs to make a living outside, Dim initially thought it was just an accident. Now she realizes that this was not an accident, but a long-planned conspiracy.

She must go and explain the seriousness of this matter to those guys who were coaxed by Yun Shuo - this is not something they can joke about. When the truth comes out, who can guarantee that those nobles will not send themselves to the gallows?

Dim rushed to where Yun Shuo and the others were chatting and shouted, "Kani, come here, I have something to tell you."

The person who was called out did not change his expression, even the angle of his head did not move at all, as if he ignored her.

As the leader, Kani ignored her, and the others just glanced back briefly and continued to enjoy Yun Shuo's compliments.

Ever since being ostracized by these senior-minded individuals, Dim had also ostracized them, as if that didn't mean she was at a disadvantage. She responded to their occasional smiles and kindness with indifference and condescension.

Even if they would secretly mock me for having "noses in the sky", I didn't care at all.

Dim thought that he might as well not say anything, go back and secretly report to the housekeeper, and also tell him that they had accepted bribes. Then he could just sit back and watch the fight.

But the problem was, what if they implicated him? No one cared about the grudges between a few small servants, and no one cared whether a servant who was punished was really guilty or died unjustly.

Dim was unwilling to take even the slightest risk, so she had to bow her head first. Carney and his gang had to know about this, and she couldn't bear the responsibility alone.

"Kani," Dim stepped forward and forced his way in between the group, "this matter is very important."

Yun Shuo took advantage of the warm atmosphere among them, as the differences between them had almost dissipated, and asked with a hint of indifference, "Why don't you just say it here? If I haven't been hospitable enough, I hope you can speak frankly so that I can improve next time."

He clasped his hands behind his back and raised an eyebrow, saying, "When we were discussing business, your host, Lord Luo Lan, was full of praise for our factory's craftsmanship and service."

The implication is that I don't need to curry favor with you in the first place. Your master and I have a good relationship and will not interfere with the promotion of this business in any way. I am giving you these things now to give you face, and I also think that less trouble is worse than more, but I also hope that you will not be shameless.

Otherwise, you will definitely be the ones who suffer, not me. I hope you can all think carefully before you speak.

Kani immediately understood that Yun Shuo had something else in mind.

She stood up and looked back at Dim impatiently, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

As soon as she said this, she showed her attitude, and was also telling Yun Shuo that this idiot's affairs had nothing to do with her.

"What I'm talking about concerns the lives of several of us." Dim emphasized the word "we". After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yun Shuo.

Her meaning was self-evident. She wanted Yun Shuo to get out first and then she would talk.

But no one paid any attention to her, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Finally, Dim couldn't hold on any longer. With a look of anger on her face, she threw the broken gun she had hidden behind her back in front of them. "This is the kind of stuff this factory makes. If this rubbish, which breaks at the drop of a finger, ends up on Lord Luo Lan's desk, how many of us can guess how would survive?"

Kani didn't quite understand these things, but she was more or less infected by Dim's anger. She turned her puzzled gaze to Yun Shuo along with everyone else, waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

Could this thing be made of such poor quality? Yun Shuo was a little shocked for a moment. If he remembered correctly, the main material of this thing was steel. No matter what, it would not break just by falling.

If you say that it falls apart, jams, or even explodes on the spot and kills you as soon as it is launched, then there is still some possibility, but if it breaks directly, it is nonsense no matter how you think about it.

Yun Shuo had no idea what Dim was thinking. He actually used this trick that could be easily seen through to deal with him.

He did produce a large number of substandard guns, and it could even be said that any guns and ammunition that left his factory were fully functional, but that was entirely due to luck, without the slightest bit of skill involved.

Not only are the parts inside the gun the wrong size, some may even be put together with glue; the bullet may not contain gunpowder, and even if it does, it may not be able to be fired, and it may explode at any time; explosives, grenades, etc. are all determined by the mood of the person who installs them that day, and even if it is not a dud, a few sprinkles of water can make it a dud.

These insidious methods were naturally the work of Yun Shuo, but he could guarantee that as long as they were deliberately taken apart or used vigorously, they would still appear to be a group of perfect weapons.

Thinking of this, he even felt like laughing. It was a bit unnecessary for Dim to frame him in such a casual way.

She didn't need to prepare a pistol and cut it in half to frame herself. There were plenty of defective products in the factory, so she could just take one herself.