The Skinner, his hair a complete ss, held his deboning knife tightly, his fierce expression freezing the mont he heard Xu Huo’s words: “What did you say?”
Xu Huo gave a disdainful glance at his bloodstained apron. “Call the boss out.”
“I’m the boss.” The Skinner stared at him. “Who are you?”
“So you’re the boss.” Xu Huo sneered, giving him a contemptuous look before walking straight into the office. He flopped down on the sofa, stretching his legs onto the tea table. “Bring out the accounts. Let’s check the books.”
The Skinner was montarily taken aback by his boldness and followed him inside. “I’ve paid the taxes here according to the number of people…”
Xu Huo sneered, cutting him off. “Don’t you have any idea what kind of business you’re running here? You think that little money can fool anyone?”
The Skinner’s expression flickered uncertainly. “It’s always been paid like this before.”
“Before is before. Since I arrived, the rules have changed.” Xu Huo shot him a sidelong glance, tapping his index finger on the sofa.
The paper phone in his pocket vibrated silently, but it was enough for the Skinner to notice.
Xu Huo instinctively reached into his pocket but stopped halfway. He didn’t answer the call and instead said harshly, “Stubborn, huh?”
With that, he abruptly stood up and strode toward the hallway, ignoring the stunned players. He pushed open the front door of the workshop, covering his nose in disgust as he walked in. “This sll? Not even three months of stinking socks can compare.”
“Is this ground even ant for walking? Stepping on it would ruin my shoes!”
“And these machines? Tsk tsk, are you selling at or worm eggs?”
“Rats too? Is this factory a stinking sewer?”
“I can’t believe anyone would dare buy stuff coming out of here!”
“Just breathing this air ans you’ll need to cleanse your lungs after you leave!”
“Those two pigs died in such a disgusting way. Would at with such a tragic death really taste good?”
“Covered in stinky sweat—stay away from !”
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From the workshop all the way to the pigsty, Xu Huo found fault with everything: the floor tiles, machines, even down to the knives and aprons. Besides calling a few players filthy and stinky like pigs, he described the piglets in the sty as looking lancholy, saying anyone who had eaten this kind of at would definitely be in a bad mood.
Tang Pei and the others were stunned by his performance. They had witnessed the Skinner’s slaps firsthand—how could Xu Huo not fear getting beaten to death here?!
But Xu Huo wasn’t afraid at all. After tearing the factory apart with words, he turned back to the Skinner and sneered coldly, “The health bureau must love places like this. I wonder how many inspections your place can survive.”
The knife in the Skinner’s hand had long been discarded after Xu Huo accused him of not washing it for three days. His facial muscles twitched, and after a while, he forced out a twisted smile. “Let’s talk it out. Co to the front.”
After saying this, he first invited Xu Huo out, then shouted at the players, “Did you hear everything just now? Get back to work!”
The players saw his bulging veins and eyes like bells. So grabbed brooms, others water guns, and hurried back to their tasks. Glancing sideways, they caught the Skinner turning his face away and smiling at Xu Huo. They imdiately doubted their own sanity.
That was the Skinner—could he really be so easily intimidated by a few words?
Of course, those few words didn’t scare the Skinner.
He was notorious for his ferocity, with an intimidating height and aura. Most players would naturally show fear when they saw him. The ga also assigned a task to complete his work, which effectively shackled the players—in situations where the other two tasks couldn’t be completed, working for the Skinner at least guaranteed survival.
So, the relationship between the players and the Skinner was unequal. It was hard for employees to stand up to their boss.
Xu Huo put on a show, opening his mouth about checking accounts and closing it on inspections, creating the illusion of an outsider. Even if the Skinner demanded proof, it would take ti.
The ga world had a complete social system, which wasn’t entirely bad for the players.
Glancing at the tea the Skinner had poured, Xu Huo didn’t even bother reaching for it.
Seeing this, the Skinner turned and took so rolls of money from the desk drawer, placing them in front of him. “I don’t know what to call you. I’m new here and have only raised pigs in the countryside. I know little about the outside world, so please forgive any poor hospitality.”
Xu Huo didn’t even look at the money. He tapped his index finger, and the paper phone in his pocket vibrated again.
This ti, he still ignored it, coldly staring at the Skinner. “Playing
for a fool? I don’t care whose connections you’re using. The people upstairs have changed, so the people downstairs have to change too.”
“I’m not interested in these things.”
Seeing that Xu Huo truly wasn’t interested in the White Bills, the Skinner took out a box of cigars from a nearby cabinet.
The cigars wrapped in gold foil were neatly arranged in a pure gold box, looking tacky and gaudy. But Xu Huo actually smiled.
The Skinner lit one for him, and the two smoked together, finally easing the atmosphere.
“My surna is Wang. You can call
Mr. Wang.” Xu Huo exhaled smoke. “Money is an external thing. Compared to so good things, it’s no different from paper.”
“I never take it seriously. But so things can’t be bought with money.”
The Skinner nodded along while studying him, his expression shifting several tis.
Xu Huo pretended not to notice and only tapped his finger when the timing was right, signaling Peng Fengnian to call again—this was the prearranged code.
This ti the call connected, and Xu Huo no longer ignored it but nodded to the Skinner and went outside to answer.
As soon as he stepped out, the Skinner’s expression darkened. He picked up the landline and dialed a number. Half a minute later, he put down the phone and walked to the window.
“Be careful, the Skinner is eavesdropping.” Peng Fengnian, hiding far away and watching the factory, had sweaty palms. After Xu Huo went in, he wiped his hands several tis, afraid of missing the code and not daring to blink.
“I know.” Xu Huo’s expression remained unchanged, but the next second he spoke angrily. “Sis, you’re following him without a na or status, not for money or profit, just to get
a good place. And he sends
off to such a small spot?”
“…It’s inconvenient now. It’s precisely the ti to arrange for our own people…”
“Anyway, I won’t go back unless I’m satisfied. Our family isn’t penniless, and he has the nerve!”
After so muttering, he put away the paper phone and returned to the office as if nothing had happened.
The Skinner smiled broadly and handed over a cigar. “I heard the top official at E27 Wormhole Point has changed. Mr. Wang, are you transferred here too?”
At E27, Xu Huo imdiately recalled the code on his return ticket. The ga world was divided by wormhole points. His starting point was at E27 Wormhole Point, and the Good Taste Fresh at Supply Plant instance invaded the real world, so it was also located in the sa area.
He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Why are you asking so many questions?”
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