I'm bad, but players love me

After all, in the underground entertainment city, the man might also be one of the commodities being bought and sold. Who knows if he is here to sell himself?

But now her eyes were filled with only respect. Anyone who could come up with such a generous tip must be rich or noble. Moreover, Yun Shuo covered his face so tightly that he was obviously not a powerful person, but at least he must be someone close to a powerful person, who came specifically to sell the stolen goods.

This kind of people have come here before, and it has been proven that they are often big customers who spend lavishly, and they are the kind who come here frequently.

She waved the wooden sign twice in front of her companions as if to show off, then lowered her posture and led them into the interior of the entertainment city.

Chapter 13: The Housekeeper's Help

"You can just call me Rick." The waitress smiled flatteringly and led Yun Shuo up a white stone staircase and through two heavy doors before they saw the true appearance of the entertainment city.

It is called an underground entertainment city, but the "underground" does not mean that it is really underground, but rather explains its special feature of being open only at night.

The tall building in front of us is just a restaurant for guests to chat and entertain during the day, but on certain nights, it becomes an entertainment city where people can spend money lavishly and indulge in sensual pleasures.

Rick was clearly walking in front, but it was as if he had eyes on his back, and Yun Shuo could see his curiosity about this situation.

She offered, "Would you like to enjoy yourself first? The auction probably won't start until the latter part of the night."

"No, let's deal with these things first." Yun Shuo shook his head with a cold face and refused.

What he saw were not the nobles holding up their glasses and drinking heartily, but the ordinary people beside them, both men and women, who were being dragged, pulled, and toyed with.

This is a world where women are superior, but the situation of women being superior to men only exists within the same class. More often than not, there is only the oppression of the lower class by the upper class, and this oppression does not discriminate by age or gender.

Rick didn't notice Yun Shuo's resistance at all. She thought it was just that Yun Shuo was shy and embarrassed.

So she tempted him further, "Don't worry too much. With all the valuable things in your bag, as long as you sell them, the money will still come in a lot. Your master won't find out if you steal some of them. Besides, you can just say that the market is bad and we have lowered the price. Don't worry, it's okay to enjoy it once in a while."

Bullshit! Rick was about to applaud his hypocrisy and his nearly perfect rhetoric.

There are many people in this world who have never experienced the taste of power. Unlike those noble lords who have enjoyed too much power and even want to play with them, servants like these who come to sell stolen goods only have the little power that has been leaked from their masters.

It can be said that he never enjoyed full power.

However, the underground entertainment city can make these servants feel like masters, nobles, and the only kings in this world. Who can resist this feeling?

The servants who could come here to sell stolen goods were undoubtedly trusted by the nobles.

When these servants want to enjoy these again, they must come again to sell the stolen goods, or let the master come here to enjoy them as well, so that they can also have some fun.

As long as people come, the underground casino has the ability to keep these customers. Even if they don't come, it will still make a profit.

As soon as Rick said this, Yun Shuo understood, so he pulled down the flag without hesitation and used it to shine on himself.

He pretended to be a wimp and said inwardly annoyed, "I want to, but...ah!" After a heavy sigh, Yun Shuo finally introduced the question he really wanted to ask, "Are there any cheap guns here?"

"Yes, there are, but they are cheap and not very sturdy..." Rick said as he glanced at Yun Shuo's only exposed eyes.

"You said it yourself. Even if it's not strong, it's your business." Yun Shuo snorted heavily and said impatiently, "Hurry up and go, I don't have much time!"

Rick quickly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you go in."

After Yun Shuo threw everything in the backpack to the reception desk of the auction house, Rick left quietly.

The appraiser carefully examined the items Yun Shuo brought with a magnifying glass, then nodded affirmatively to the manager behind the scenes, "They are all genuine, and they are all fashionable items that are worth a lot of money right now, but..."

"Just what?"

The appraiser's eyes wandered for a moment. "Some of these things have passed through my hands for the second time..."

"Is it true? You'd better remember it carefully for me."

"Yes, these are clearly the ones." After saying that, the appraiser picked out several rare treasures in the world.

After checking the records, it was found that these items were recently bought for a large sum of money by Remus, an organization that appeared from nowhere to "confiscate" property.

"Rick, who brought this?"

Rick, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and said, "It's a servant sent by another noble lord to dispose of stolen goods."

"Another noble?" The housekeeper immediately laughed.

As expected, she said that it was impossible for a few commoners to kill Remus, and there were indeed other nobles involved.

Look, here they come to sell the stolen goods.

How much this information could fetch depended on how deep he could dig. If he dug deep enough and it turned out to be valuable enough, his hard times as a manager would finally be over.

"Did the servant say that there was a designated person for these things?" If so, then that designated guy is basically the noble who intervened. Even if not, he is basically not free from responsibility.

"No."

"No? Did he say anything else?" The housekeeper frowned.

This means that the master behind him really doesn't want these things, so what else does he want?

"Buy a gun! He said he wanted to buy a gun! And, under the instigation of the lowly, he said he wanted to buy a cheap and sturdy gun." Rick bent down to ask for credit.

The housekeeper impatiently waved Rick away. "Wait until he goes to enjoy himself, and send someone to talk to him. As for Rick, the things he gave you as rewards are all yours this time, and you don't have to hand over part of the money."

Want to buy guns, or a lot of guns...

These nobles would not be stupid enough to support ELO. Recently, the young city lord of Ella was eager to wipe out the ELO organization because ELO killed Remus.

Remus was a man after all, and he could never get married, so his family gradually declined. More importantly, he had no collateral relatives, so no one would avenge him.

The housekeeper's eyes lit up. That's right, now it all connects!

A noble pretended to join forces with the ELO organization to kill Remus, and then took Remus's property. After all, no one could tell whether the property was taken by the ELO organization or the noble.

Those collections that could not be taken out openly were auctioned secretly, and the stolen money was used to buy guns to kill people from the ELO organization.

They had worked together before, so ELO would not be on guard against the noble's men, and killing them would be easy.

And that noble could use this merit to successfully and smoothly show his face in front of the next city lord, Ella, and even gain his trust. It is not impossible for him to rise all the way to the top.

What a great way to kill three birds with one stone.

He not only easily obtained Remus's property, but also destroyed the ELO organization that attempted to overthrow the nobles, and was appreciated by the young city lord and the city lord.

The housekeeper almost applauded the nobleman's wisdom. If one didn't quickly cling to such a person, he would be a fool.

She casually called over someone and whispered, "Try to get a higher price for the goods that Rick brought. And for the things he wants to buy, try to sell them at cost price, but they must be the best. And don't forget to let him remember my kindness."

Chapter 14: The Silly White Sweet Who Builds Machines

"Host, you can ask me for those guns. You can then use the money to exchange for other things, such as food."

The system really didn't understand why Yun Shuo's behavior before and after was so inconsistent. Before, he used the system to accomplish what he wanted with ease, and he had no guilt at all for bullying such a weak, pitiful and innocent system like him. But now, he was tied up and had to use the money to exchange for guns.

"Our whitewashing value wasn't that much from the beginning. After I killed the player, I lost my source of income." Yun Shuo shook the chips he had just exchanged in his hand, not playing, but just watching the people at the gambling table place their bets with a cold eye.

Wow, I am crying when I talk about this system.

"Oh my goodness, why did you kill her if you knew what you were doing? I beg you, next time you do something like this, at least tell me. I've been in a cold war with you for so many days, and you don't even bother to explain."

"No wonder I've been so quiet these past few days. I feel like I've relaxed a lot. So that's how it is." Yun Shuo teased deliberately. Seeing the system getting angry again, he asked seriously, "System, do you know when people feel the most regret?"

[I changed the correct answer to a wrong one, and I still thought I had come to my senses and turned back.]

"How clever. Then do you know what people do when they feel remorse towards someone?"

What will you do?

"They will glorify that person, starting from the deepest part of their memory, blurring out all of that person's faults, but carefully praising all of their good qualities, forcing themselves to remember these good qualities over and over again, and gradually they will worship that person as a god."

【That being said, what are you going to do? 】

Yun Shuo winked slyly, "Shh, it's a secret."

After watching a few rounds, Yun Shuo casually followed suit and placed his bets, watching the casino people cheating and trying every possible way to make him win.

Since the other party was so kind, it would be unethical of Yun Shuo not to accept it. He won three rounds with ease and was about to leave. The gambling man beside him stopped him and said with a glare, "Why are you leaving? You're lucky! If I follow your bets for two more, I can turn the tables!"

"Look, I'm going to trade my good luck chips for your bad luck chips. I don't want to play anymore anyway, so the rest of the good luck will be yours." Yun Shuo directly exchanged the two chips, and went back to return them without caring whether he lost money or not.

"It seems that my luck is really good, it's just right." After that, Yun Shuo went around in circles but never played again. He just stood outside as a spectator.

Rick suddenly appeared from behind and asked, "Why don't you go out and have some fun?"

"Boring." Yun Shuo took a glass of sweet white wine, but didn't drink it. He just played with the glass in his hand and shook it.

This is an expensive delicacy that ordinary people can never afford, so much so that it has become a secret code for ordinary people to enter underground entertainment cities.

Because most ordinary people may never have heard of this thing in their lives, let alone tasted it themselves.

"Always winning is boring, and always losing is boring too." Yun Shuo handed the wine glass to Rick, "Maybe I was born without the nerve to enjoy pleasure. It's okay to watch others play, but I'm too lazy to try it myself. Compared to this, I care more about how my goods are doing."

Rick naturally knew what Yun Shuo was asking. She drank the glass of wine without hesitation, "Of course it was completed perfectly. The goods sold for a very high price, and many dignitaries were interested in them. After all, you gave me such a precious wooden sign."

She leaned forward slightly, her lips close to Yun Shuo's ear, "As for those guns, I've tried my best to find a reliable person to handle them. You can go and take a look now, but I don't know how many you want."

"Let me take a look first. By the way, are these the only entertainment facilities you have here?"

Rick immediately understood what Yun Shuo meant. "Of course there are. These mediocre women are just so-so. The real good ones are all in there. Why don't you go and take a look first?"

"No, I trust you, Rick. I'm not interested in any of this. I hope you understand me."

Oh, if the servant is not interested, then the master is interested.

Yun Shuo was deliberately creating a large shadow behind him. Only when they believed that there was a powerful and influential person behind them could they get things done more conveniently.

"Next, take me to see those guns."

"Stop! Stop!" Behind him, the man who had been gambling like crazy grabbed the corner of Yun Shuo's sleeve. He stood there at a loss, mumbling, "I don't have any chips left. I don't have any money left. I heard everything just now. You want a gun, right? I have guns! I also have cannons! I also have many, many technological products!"

Yun Shuo was not surprised that someone heard their conversation, but he was not in a good mood towards someone who was deeply trapped in the hole of his own desires.

For addicted gamblers, it seems they only feel good when they put everything they have on the line. The sinking effect will also pull them deeper into the abyss, until they can no longer climb out.

So he said nonchalantly, "Then you could have sold them here to exchange for your gambling money instead of coming to me, a stranger I just met."

"They don't want mine! Because I'm a commoner, I'm not worthy of entering the temple to pray. My firearms haven't even been blessed by the Mechanical God, so they don't even bother taking these junk." His expression became increasingly frantic, as if he had gone mad. "No one is willing to admit they have any value. Even if I wanted to use them to pay off a debt, no one would accept them!"

"How much does he owe?" Yun Shuo turned and asked Rick.

Seeing that Yun Shuo was about to buy his creation, he immediately responded, "I don't owe you anything, not a cent. I've paid it all back! I just don't have the money to gamble anymore. Yialos, my name is Yialos. If you don't believe me, you can ask him to check!"

"Do I need to get those things myself?"

"No, I can deliver it to your door!" Yialos shouted with energy.

Yun Shuo didn't say anything stupid like "With your small body, you're so weak." Instead, he said directly, "The day after tomorrow, Warehouse 102 on the inner street. There will be someone guarding there all day."

After being interrupted like this, Yun Shuo simply relaxed. He imitated the housekeeper's arrogant expression and smiled reservedly at the two of them, "I hope you won't let me down. I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Yialos could hardly believe that he had actually sold these things.

Like most common people, he considered himself a genius and believed that his lack of success was entirely due to his bad birth time. The difference was that they finally chose to admit their mediocrity and bowed their heads to face life.

People plan in heaven all day long and compromise on earth all day long.

But he was different. He always felt that there were too many people in the world who bowed their heads, and there should always be some people who looked up to set them off. He couldn't tell whether it was those who bowed their heads that set off the folly of those who looked up, or whether it was those who looked up that set off the folly of those who bowed their heads.

He just kept his head up and looked towards his dream, occasionally lowered his head to earn some money, and then kept his head up again.

The neighbors laughed at him and said he was dreaming. The poor had no use for his stuff, and the rich looked down on it.

It seemed that everything in his life was because he chose the wrong place to be born. With his talent, just a little bit of family background would have made all the difference.

He only needed a few steps to reach the edge of the wall and climb over it. Once he had climbed over it, everyone's praise, a respected position, and enviable wealth would all be his.

Such an opportunity has come!

While Yialos was enthusiastically introducing the firearms he made, Yun Shuo showed no interest.

There is an unknown shortcut from the inner street to the slums. If we ask other ELO members to go around this shortcut, they can transport these weapons to the slums without anyone noticing.

Yun Shuo is indeed good at mechanics. He is very good at making guns and can make guns, but it is impossible for her alone to complete enough weapons for the entire ELO organization.

The system's whitewashing value must be carefully calculated. He planned to play the long game and catch the big fish. And after careful calculation, if he only bought the medicine, it would be enough.

As for Ialos's weapon, he took a close look at it as soon as he arrived. It was not because he was "looking down on others", but because the weapon was very good, but not suitable for the ELO organization.

This organization was formed in the slums. Most people in such places are illiterate, and even if they are seriously illiterate, if they are really asked to look at the manual one by one and see how to use this weapon, how to use that weapon, they will immediately be dumbfounded.

Unless someone has the time to teach them one by one.

Yun Shuo glanced at him, and the eloquent Yialos beside him shuddered, but this did not dampen his enthusiasm at all. Seeing Yun Shuo's gaze, he thought he had touched on the other party's interest and spoke even more enthusiastically.

Little did he know that the other party had already treated him as a free tool.

"Are you interested in weapons?" This was the first question Yun Shuo asked Yialos.