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They glanced at Du Jue briefly before turning away, urging the boss to ship the goods quickly.
Du Jue first adjusted the hidden weapons on his body, which were secured with wire from the workshop, through his coat before issuing a self-instruction to persuade the other party.
He tested the effect of the Empty Command talent on his way home last night. As long as the command to shoot was given, the thrown projectiles would always coincidentally reach the landing point.
This feels similar to a temporary surge in luck, but the more conditions there are in the command, the smaller the increase becomes, and it cannot modify the actual situation.
For example, he said that finding a million dollars was just a vending machine malfunctioning and spitting money out of him. He also said that if he were to paint an abstract painting, he could achieve 90% of the power of Van Gogh's Starry Night by simply touching a piece of white paper to the ground.
The purpose of tidying up the clothes was not to eliminate the problem, but to inadvertently reveal the invitation with the index finger mark, which immediately drew the group's attention back to the present.
"This, um, brother, what's your name?"
Testimonials
Thank you, dear readers, for reading this far.
The main plot of this book is about working your way up to the top in the city, with some other side stories added as variety.
The author is currently unemployed at home, but will still update regularly to meet the minimum attendance requirement. However, the latest chapters are all written on the spot, with no drafts in reserve.
The New Year is almost here, so I'd like to wish everyone a Happy New Year in advance, and hope that everything goes well for you in the future.
60
Chapter 60. Commission.
"You can call me Wen Duo, a cleanup guy. I just heard you say you encountered Smiling Face?"
Du Jue put away the invitation, casually raising his bandaged chin and showing great interest.
The neighbors looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, a man wearing a red baseball cap sat down next to Du Jue and spoke with a wary and suspicious expression.
"Dude, what's your opinion? Let's be clear, we don't have the money to hire an agency to get rid of Smiling Face, otherwise we wouldn't be wasting our time here."
"I understand, it's a cost issue."
"But you don't actually need to deal with Laughing Face. You just need to make them find their next target immediately, instead of causing trouble in this back alley."
The workshop staff pushed in a weapon cart, which was full of swords and other weapons. They looked fine, but they were nothing special. It was wishful thinking to think they could use them to deal with Xiao Mian.
The man in the red hat waved for someone to check the goods, then rolled his eyes at Du Jue.
"It's easy for you to say, man. Are you going to tell them that the guys in the other back alleys are easier to deal with than us, and that we'd give them a free heart and liver if they went over there? They'd just take a puff of their cigarette and then kill you."
"You have no idea, those masked guys are all smiling tigers. I saw them storming the hospital the other day, laughing and joking as they transported away a lot of whole pieces of meat in refrigerated trucks."
"I reckon these bastards are going to raid all the other public facilities next, and they might even come back to loot the building before they leave. Damn it!"
This is outrageous! I feel their brutality is even more extreme than that of stray dogs.
"It's indeed tricky, but I heard that a member of the Ring is going to have a solo exhibition nearby. Those artworks are all of living people. Maybe The Smiling Face would be interested in that?"
"That's ridiculous. Even if it were true, who's going to convince those ruthless killers? Go in a mascot costume?"
Red Hat was clearly getting impatient with the idea of eliminating it, since the other party's suggestion was completely wishful thinking.
"Don't worry, I have a friend in Xiaomian. If you're willing to cooperate, this isn't necessarily a difficult thing."
The neighbors who had been watching over the situation immediately became restless and all looked at Du Jue.
Being physically strong is not an advantage in this unexpected disaster brought about by the smiles, since gangs prefer to target those who are physically fit, which is why they are so nervous.
"real or fake?"
"Just give me a commission, why are you afraid I'll cheat you? I'm just wondering if I can pick up some clients on the side."
The plan to eliminate this was to find a way to have Smiling Face attack Wim's solo exhibition. Before even starting work, they were already thinking about how to make these prospective superiors realize their remaining value.
After discussing it with the others, Red Hat and the others felt that it was perfectly acceptable to pay Wen Duozhi to leave with a smile.
"It's possible, but I need to see if you have the capability. You have to pay a deposit before you can place a commission."
“I’m not trying to make things difficult for you. As long as you tell us when the next ‘Smiling Face’ operation will take place, so that the neighbors have some confidence to raise funds, we are willing to entrust you with the task.”
"no problem."
He refused to exchange contact information with the other party, watched as they loaded the weapons into the trunk of the car, and then got up and left.
[Du Jue: Yi Yin, is there some big event happening in Lane 23?]
[Anteater: Waaaaah, I didn't want to tell you, but our cooking competition is about to start! Don't rush into it before you've finished your life's menu. A true chef is responsible for their dishes!]
This guy still wants to keep it all to himself; he won't go to any cooking competitions even when invited.
The thought of the inhuman scenes at the competition made Du Jue's stomach churn, but she still suppressed her disgust and continued to ask.
[Du Jue: So you guys commissioned other gangs to prepare the ingredients? I noticed Smiling Face has been quite active lately, that's why I'm asking you.]
[Anteater: A true chef, of course, personally selects the best meats, but some guys' cooking styles are indeed in high demand, so contacting Smiling Face is quite normal; high-quality meat is hard to find these days.]
[I've heard their knife skills are excellent; they can slice meat so thinly it's almost translucent. Could you recommend me to learn from them?]
[Anteater: This is too much trouble. Just come to me, and I'll teach you step by step. Don't worry, don't let it interfere with my competition. I've been wanting to sleep with you for a while now.]
Preventing eye twitches is not a good idea; otherwise, it might become Yi Yin's teeth-grinding toy in the middle of the night.
[To be continued: And I want to learn from the smoky smile; anyway, this is also part of life's menu.]
[Anteater: You're getting more and more delicious, I can't take it anymore.]
calm down!
Du Jue hurriedly tried to type a message to persuade him, but bumped into a man, causing the communicator to fall to the ground.
The man, completely disoriented, didn't look at Du Jue at all, but instead pleaded with the messenger wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"This, how is this possible? It's like I'm going to go to a revolving gun shop and get shot!"
"Wouldn't I just die if I shot myself in the head?!"
Du Jue, who picked up the communicator, immediately spotted a familiar messenger; she was still nearby distributing instructions.
"That's generally true."
"You still want me to do this? I'm not going to die for something so ridiculous! Get out of my way!"
Suddenly, the man, in a fit of rage, brandished a small knife and lunged at the messenger. Du Jue, sensing something was wrong, reached out to stop him.
call out!
However, a slender sword pierced his neck with lightning speed, causing him to fall to the ground in disbelief.
The messenger pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and shrugged helplessly at Du Jue.
"If they had just pretended to agree to get through this, I wouldn't be dead now. This isn't the way to gamble with your life."
"What a coincidence, Du Jue! Have you already eaten the cake?"
Du Jue nodded stiffly, then looked down at the man's corpse, thinking that even if he killed eleven out of ten members of the back alley gang, there would still be some who escaped.
"You don't seem to think the instructions are correct?"
"What does it matter if it's right or wrong? As long as I can survive, it's better than dying here like him."
"Then why did you become a messenger? I heard that if you want to be promoted, you first have to be selected by the command and voluntarily become an ascetic."
Faced with this sudden tragedy, the only solution is to drag the man's body into the trash can, at least to bury it in the garbage heap instead of letting rats eat it while it's still hot.
"Because I lost the bet. Don't let my appearance fool you, I used to be a gambling expert. Of course, I'm willing to accept defeat when I lose to an order."
He's also a gambling addict.
I absolutely don't want to communicate with this person anymore; I simply can't understand her thought process.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
A huge hunting dog burst out of the dark alley after knocking over a trash can, and opened its mouth to bite the messenger, but was nimbly dodged.
"To Perossi, please bite your tongue and swallow it this afternoon."
Why are all the commands for eating? Is the city really that hungry lately?
Besides, wild animals probably don't understand commands.
Avoid focusing your attention back on the communicator and continue your laborious communication with Yi Yin.
[Anteater: Okay, okay, but are you sure you want to learn knife skills in the gang? I'll contact Smiling Face later to place an order, and you can handle the contact. You can discuss the rest yourself.]
[Don't: Ordering this is unnecessary. You won't need this substandard product anyway, so don't waste food.]
[Anteater: You're a chef with exceptional taste, and that's what I love about you!]
Just as Du Jue breathed a sigh of relief, Park Hui called.
What does this former colleague of the stray dog want from me?
61
Chapter 61 The Mask.
"How's Du Jue doing lately?"
Park Hoina's somewhat awkward voice came through, and Du Jue knew he had something on his mind as soon as he opened his mouth, so he spoke so politely and indirectly.
"I'm looking for a new job."
"Oh, I see. I'm leading a refrigerated truck in Alley 23, the place where you were originally in charge of selling meat. You really did receive some kind of instruction?"
"Sigh, I was doing a great job, but I inexplicably lost my position because of this kind of thing."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Du Jue hung up the call, seemingly still a little reluctant to part with him.
But he has to rush off to meet up with Smiling Face now.
Honghuo Restaurant.
To everyone's surprise, the meeting place was a restaurant, not the dark factory or abandoned construction site he had imagined.
Inside the private room, all three members of the Smiling Faces were draped in blood-red cloaks, the fabric completely covering their bodies so that no details could be seen.
Even his face was covered by a smiling iron mask.
As soon as Du Jue entered, he attracted the attention of three smiling faces. Although he couldn't see their eyes, Du Jue felt a heavy pressure.
"Oh my, this must be the respected chef's recommended Mr. Du Jue, right?!"
Wang, who was of a large build, casually picked up the extra-long cigarette stick leaning against the table, took a puff of his after-dinner cigarette, and then leaned back in his chair.
She has a tall, slender figure and is sitting with her legs crossed, seemingly dissatisfied with the food.
"I don't understand. Raw meat slices are best eaten directly, as they are freshest and most juicy that way. It's completely unnecessary to blanch them in a soup pot."
"Hey Dujue, come and have some too. We've already eaten, but we kindly saved some for you."
The last member of the smiling group, Jin, glanced at Du Jue but didn't say a word.
These people aren't very friendly, but Du Jue was already mentally prepared.
He casually pulled out a chair and sat down, avoiding a professional smile, and even gave the instruction to smoothly join the smiling face. This talent is truly versatile.
"I presume Lord Yi Yin has already told you that I wish to join the Smiling Faces."
"Hey, this isn't what we agreed on."
With one hand resting on the back of the chair, Jin looked Du Jue up and down as he sat down next to her. Seeing that Du Jue had fair skin and was young, Jin immediately showed obvious contempt.
"Old Wang told the head chef that he wanted us to supply a box of raw meat slices and teach us how to cut them. That's a far cry from joining us."
"And what's your relationship with the head chef? Are you a kitchen helper or someone who does chores in the bedroom?"
"Old Jin! What are you saying! Brother Du Jue is here to learn the craft. It's our honor to have our skills recognized by the head chef."
"Brother Du, don't be shy. I'll take you to pick up the goods in a bit. Now you should eat your fill, otherwise you won't have the strength for the journey."
Good, good, good. Even their initial show of force is impressive. This is indeed a tough situation.