"You really are sothing, kid."
Half an hour later, Bullhorse ca back in high spirits.
A black plastic bag hung from its horn, bulging with a lot of stuff.
"Did Salmon tell you the real price?"
"Yep. That fish was totally worth it—at least thirty percent more profit."
Bullhorse said with relish.
Liu Zheng had taught it to bribe the Calico Cat with the fish.
She worked in the kitchen and loved fish, so she would know the real value of those fish.
As expected, his bet paid off.
"Napoleon won't give her any trouble, right?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"She didn't lose out, why would he cause trouble? Don't be fooled—though we made thirty percent more, that guy probably made twice as much."
Bullhorse said, a little envious.
The delivery departnt had freedom as a perk, but when it ca to making money, it was far behind the kitchen.
"That's good then."
He felt relieved.
The Calico Cat was his important inside channel in the kitchen;
it would be best if nothing went wrong.
Bullhorse set the bag down and fished out two bottles of nicely packaged liquor and a ham.
"These are my hard-earned fees—no objections, right?"
It asked with ill intent.
"No objections, boss—please enjoy."
Liu Zheng made a gesture of invitation.
"Bah, boring. You should freak out when it's ti to freak out. I even wonder if you were faking crazy before."
Bullhorse muttered.
It was too lazy to deliver right now and staying in the break room was dull.
It was still hoping for an excuse to beat Liu Zheng up just for fun.
"Don't you have that Sudoku magazine? If you're bored, go do that."
"I can't do it at all. I just want to sleep whenever I see those squares."
Bullhorse shook its big head.
"Isn't that perfect then?"
"Huh, I guess so."
Bullhorse seed to realize and then rummaged through the cabinet for that Sudoku book.
"Oh right, Napoleon said we could have that knife too…"
Before it finished, it fell asleep with a snore.
"This sleep-inducing effect is a bit too intense."
Liu Zheng smiled wryly.
He could recomnd the Municipal Governnt promote it citywide—would significantly improve residents' sleep quality.
He bent over to inspect the haul from the trade.
The bag contained drinks and food.
Drinks included three bottles of liquor and two canned beverages.
One bottle of tequila was Fine quality;
the others were Excellent.
"Na: Premium Bile Tequila"
"Type: Item"
"Quality: Fine"
"Effect 1: Cures 'Poisoned' status (limited to sub-severe levels)."
"Effect 2: dium chance to acquire 'Drunk' status."
"Notes: Brewed from the bile vomited by thirty end-stage liver-cancer alcoholics after inebriation. Every drop is steeped in numb despair—an excellent companion for your sleep."
"Can be taken out of the dungeon: Yes"
Cure "Poisoned" status?
Seeing that effect, Liu Zheng suddenly rembered sothing.
Those expired single-person Ergency Rations seed to cause poison effects, and he'd eaten quite a few.
He hurriedly opened his character panel, but saw no "Poisoned" entry in the status bar.
"System, I'm not poisoned?"
Liu Zheng asked in his head.
The system did not respond.
But since the status bar had no listing, that ant he wasn't poisoned.
He roughly guessed the reason: the whole so-called "Divine Descent" had restructured his "essence."
If his very "nature" had been remade, detoxing would be trivial.
Besides, looking at the yellow-green liquid in the bottle, he really couldn't bring himself to drink it.
He decided to give it to the plane tree—if anything could down contaminated Maotai, that thing could.
As for the other drinks, their effects were diocre. He pulled out a can of "SB Calcium Milk" to give to the plane tree along with the tequila.
He put the rest back in the cabinet to take later if needed.
There wasn't much food—only a plate of marinated offal and a serving of pan-fried foie gras.
Interestingly, the marinated offal was Fine quality, while the foie gras was only Excellent.
"Na: Bloody Select Marinated Offal Platter"
"Type: Item"
"Quality: Fine"
"Effect 1: Restores a large amount of stamina and repairs significant defects."
"Effect 2: Constitution 5."
"Notes: Sourced from top pig-headed n at the 'New Paradise' breeding farm. Before slaughter, they undergo forty-nine days of hypnosis training to ensure each piece of at is full of the flavor of happiness."
"Can be taken out of the dungeon: Yes"
"New Paradise" breeding farm...
Oink seed to have co from the "Paradise" breeding farm.
"New Paradise" and "Paradise"—these two farms were clearly connected sohow.
If he could figure that out, he might be able to get in contact with Oink.
With that big shot backing him, clearing the dungeon would basically be guaranteed.
Liu Zheng shook his head and shelved the idea for now.
He had too many tasks on his plate;
trying to do everything at once would be counterproductive. First priority: get the Legendary Deliveryman set.
He sat back on his folding stool and set the marinated offal platter and foie gras down on the floor.
After thinking a mont, Liu Zheng took out another bottle of liquor.
A bite of offal, a sip of wine—montarily, he felt like he had returned to his early working days.
Back then his daily joy was buying a plate of marinated snacks, two stead buns, and a bottle of beer. Follow current novels on novel⁂fire
Back at his rented room, he'd put on a longer video or movie and eat while watching.
What he watched didn't matter much—he just needed so background noise.
Later, he stopped doing that because socializing wrecked his stomach;
the sll of alcohol made him nauseous.
Co to think of it, Flesh Rebirth was a brilliant thod for surviving drinking with coworkers.
If he just drank his boss to death, he'd be the boss.
Full and drunk, lulled by Bullhorse's snores, Liu Zheng drifted into sleep.
When he woke from a short nap, his body had recovered to its original size.
Because his constitution had increased, the seaweed on his head had even grown a good length—down to his shoulders.
But why had it grown into hair?
He tugged hard at the seaweed, but it didn't co out.
He tried cutting it with the boning knife—this ti it ca off easily.
"Huh?"
He felt the seaweed should have been more resilient.
Thinking about the boning knife's effects, a dreadful guess occurred to him.
Could it be that his hair's ingredient grade was actually very high?
Damn—next ti, when White Feather Chicken sees him, won't his comb puff up with excitent?
Then the chef might stuff Liu Zheng's head into the pot and simr it into soup—would taste super fresh.
Custors would unanimously praise it and demand Liu Zheng's head soup by na.
He'd be soaking in the pot twenty-four hours a day, never even able to lift his head.
Ugh, just thinking about it was terrifying.
Of course, if White Feather Chicken offered the right price, he might sacrifice himself.
After all, the custor is always god.
Half-dreaming, half-awake, Liu Zheng indulged in these thoughts when the Ghost Hand crawled in.
It froze when it saw the bottles on the floor, then opened its palm toward Liu Zheng.
He nodded and took a bottle from the cabinet for the Ghost Hand.
The Ghost Hand swallowed the bottle, belched, then started doing a finger dance in place.
"This drinking capacity is truly awful."
Liu Zheng shook his head.
Co to think of it, if the Ghost Hand really was the Legendary Deliveryman, it would probably know more than Bullhorse.
With that thought, he took out the photo of the gamouth Whale and put it in front of the Ghost Hand.
The hand wavered and looked for a while, bending its fingers a few tis.
To it, that was probably a nod.
It actually knew.
Liu Zheng felt a surge of excitent.
Then the Ghost Hand suddenly grabbed his collar.
Before Liu Zheng realized what was happening, he was lifted into the air.
Bang!
He stared in disbelief as the door was smashed open, and he was dragged out of the break room by the Ghost Hand.
"Holy shit!"
Liu Zheng and the startled Bullhorse shouted at the sa ti.
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