303: Weird golden kettle

Crazy!

His brain is fried!

He was kicked by a donkey.

He was scraped by an airplane wing!

When Shen Bei shouted that he was going out to do odd jobs, Bai Wei was completely stunned.

What?

Work to earn money?

It's hard to keep up with Shen Bei's thinking!

Bai Wei immediately called Du Ziteng.

The call was quickly connected.

Loud noises could be heard from the other side:

"Take this, and this too; it can sell for a lot of money on the black market."

"Damn it! Don't take everything the same way, other classmates will find out!"

"Hurry, hurry, someone's coming!"

Listening to the commotion on the other end of the phone, Bai Wei felt like they were stealing something.

"What, what are you doing?" Bai Wei asked, holding the phone.

Du Ziteng's voice came through: "We're performing the Great Art of Wealth Transfer."

They really were stealing!

What kind of people are these!

Bai Wei gritted her teeth: "Shameless!"

Du Ziteng scoffed: "Compared to Shen Bei, we are truly noble."

"Who are you talking to?" Qi Chuanyu asked.

"Bai Wei."

"I'll f*ck your mother!" Qi Chuanyu's furious voice came through: "Stealing and broadcasting it live? And it's Bai Wei, she's a Martial God!"

Bai Wei: …

Bai Wei rubbed her temples; she deeply realized that anyone associated with Shen Bei had no moral bottom line.

Du Ziteng cursed: "What are you afraid of? We spent five million for Shen Bei, shouldn't we get it back?"

Bai Wei seemed to understand.

They had spent a lot of money to get the photos.

But a gentleman loves money and acquires it through proper means, not by stealing!

Bai Wei wasn't in the mood to deal with their mess. She coughed and asked: "I want to ask, does Shen Bei have a habit of doing odd jobs?"

Du Ziteng, panting and out of breath from running, quickly replied: "You don't understand, do you? We don't either. His hobby is practically anti-human. He doesn't like to earn big money, he just likes doing odd jobs for small change. You just deal with Shen Bei, you'll be speechless every time."

Bai Wei: …

She hung up the phone.

Bai Wei glanced at Zhuang Bifan, who also looked bewildered.

"He earns even this small money?" Zhuang Bifan was utterly confused: "This guy is practically not giving ordinary people a way to live."

Bai Wei's mouth twitched, and she waved her hand: "Follow him, don't let him cause trouble, or it will be hard to explain to the big shot."

Zhuang Bifan picked up the long bench, threw it into the mirror, and carried the mirror to catch up.

Perhaps he wasn't paying attention, the mirror was too wide and hit the door frame with a clang.

Zhuang Bifan looked a bit embarrassed.

Bai Wei held her forehead; this Zhuang Bifan was also an oddball.

He carried that broken mirror every day.

If he didn't carry it, Zhuang Bifan was just a waste.

All his unique skills were on the mirror.

"Can't I find a normal successor?"

Bai Wei muttered to herself…

…

The Capital City truly lived up to its name.

Its prosperity dazzled Shen Bei.

It had both modern jungles constructed from steel and concrete, and the human warmth found in places with dim lights.

It had both the efficient operation driven by technology, and the rich accumulation of cultural heritage.

It was like an unceasing movie, every frame filled with vitality and charm.

At the same time, no matter where, one could see 'No Flying' signs.

This sign did not refer to drones, but to Martial Artists…

Shen Bei glanced at the map.

Zhuang Bifan asked from the side: "Where are we going?"

Shen Bei said with extreme excitement: "If you have money, don't live in Tiantongyuan; if you're in trouble, you must go to Majuqiao!"

"Ah?"

"Let's go to the Labor Market!"

The Capital City's Labor Market, how could Shen Bei not be excited?

He bought a subway ticket and headed straight for Majuqiao!

At the ticket gate.

Martial Artists had an extra inspection procedure.

That was the inspection of weapons.

If you didn't have a Martial Artist's ID, or if it didn't match the database, no matter who you were, your weapon had to be disarmed.

Zhuang Bifan's ID was from the military; after a database comparison, he was allowed to pass directly.

However, Shen Bei's Martial Artist's ID was a student ID.

When this data was checked.

It immediately caused an uproar.

The glaring red warning text startled the security guard.

Shen Bei was also very helpless.

His information was sealed; anyone who wanted to inquire about it had to undergo an investigation by the Martial Arts Management Bureau and explain the reason for the inquiry.

If they couldn't explain clearly… haha, they would be in for a hard time.

After much delay, even the station manager was alarmed, and after a long discussion, Shen Bei was finally allowed to pass.

Zhuang Bifan, carrying his mirror, rolled his eyes: "It's really a hassle to go out with you."

"The database is targeting me, alright?"

Shen Bei was also very helpless.

He didn't know which scoundrel had to lock his information.

After a small interlude.

The two entered the subway station.

The Capital City's subway was different from Shen City's subway.

In Shen City's subway, except for rush hour in the morning and evening when you couldn't find a seat, there were always seats at other times.

But in the Capital City… there were never any seats.

Being able to sit meant you were superior.

Zhuang Bifan's advantage emerged.

He reached into the mirror.

And a long bench came out.

"Leave some space for me," Shen Bei squeezed.

Zhuang Bifan opened his phone's QR code for payment: "Five yuan per person."

Shen Bei: …

"You've learned bad habits," Shen Bei's tone was a bit muffled.

Zhuang Bifan curled his lip in disdain: "Bai Wei said that letting you take advantage means suffering a big loss."

"She's even worse."

"This is called 'if you can't beat them, join them'."

…

They arrived at Majuqiao.

Shen Bei looked out and saw a sea of people.

Various day laborers, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The scale was much larger than Shen City's Labor Market.

Shen Bei seemed to see his own kind, ecstatic: "Do you see? These are all my family."

Zhuang Bifan scratched his head: "No, it can't be…"

Zhuang Bifan really couldn't understand where Shen Bei's excitement came from.

What was there to be proud of about doing odd jobs?

Shen Bei didn't care what Zhuang Bifan thought.

Like a fish entering the sea, he moved through the crowd, feeling utterly invigorated.

There were only two things that could excite Shen Bei.

One was a passionate, fist-to-flesh battle.

The other was doing odd jobs.

"Laborer needed! Unload beverages, one twelve-meter truck per person. After unloading, you get beverages worth one hundred eighty yuan."

Damn!

Where did this 'capitalist' come from?

He really wanted to give him an electric shock.

Is this a job a human can do?

No money, just damn beverages.

Get lost!

"Plumber wanted, 300 a day, guaranteed no leaks within five years, then the wages will be settled."

Shen Bei listened, his forehead veins throbbing.

Each one was more exploitative than the last.

Who the hell would wait five years for their wages to be settled?

Even the 'knife sellers' would shake their heads at this.

"KTV temporary waiter, requires good appearance, diligence, 200 a day, settled after work!"

This job is good!

Shen Bei stepped forward, his face beaming: "Boss, I'm here!"

The boss was a tall, thin middle-aged man, looking no older than forty-five. He wore a black T-shirt, carried a bag, and scrutinized Shen Bei, nodding: "Your appearance is pretty good. What's his situation?"

The boss pointed at Zhuang Bifan, who was carrying the mirror.

"My bodyguard," Shen Bei replied.

The boss's mouth slightly opened.

What the heck?

Going out to do an odd job, and he even brought a damn bodyguard?

He'd never seen anything like it.

The boss's eyelashes twitched, and he seemed to be chewing on something in his mouth. After a while, he said: "Uh… I thought he was also looking for work, but his appearance is a bit lacking."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bifan's face darkened.

A faint, uncontrollable anger spread through his body.

This was an absolute insult!

Zhuang Bifan believed his appearance was a few points better than Shen Bei's.

But in this boss's eyes, he wasn't even fit to be a damn waiter?

Holy crap!

He wanted to kill someone!

Shen Bei pulled Zhuang Bifan, whispering: "Why argue with a blind man?"

Zhuang Bifan's anger cooled a bit, and he snorted a few times.

At this moment, the boss had not realized that he had just walked through the gates of hell. He continued: "However, although we are a KTV, there is a DJ main stage inside, which requires tickets. Even your bodyguard will have to buy a ticket."

"I'll pay for it."

"200."

Shen Bei: …

Damn it!

So I'm working for free?

However, if he could harvest attribute points, money didn't matter.

Shen Bei decisively replied: "Alright."

Zhuang Bifan looked at Shen Bei with a strange expression: "You'd do it for no money? What exactly are you after?"

Shen Bei grinned: "It's all about happiness! Don't talk so much nonsense."

In a moment.

The boss recruited a few more young people, got into a car, and drove away from Majuqiao.

The Capital City was too big; they drove for a full hour before arriving at Melody KTV.

By this time, the streetlights were just coming on. The Capital City did not fall silent with the arrival of night; instead, it grew even more boisterous.

Outside the storefront, many luxury cars gathered.

Who knew which Young Misses and young masters they belonged to, gathering in groups, ready to party.

Shen Bei and the others did not enter through the main entrance, but through the back door.

They arrived at the changing room.

They changed into the uniform of the service staff.

The boss briefly explained the work process: "When guests call, you must be there promptly. Give them wine if they want wine, food if they want food, then take the payment QR code and collect the money."

"Whether it's drinks or food, as long as the guests consume, you all get a commission. The opportunity to earn money is in your hands, work hard!"

"Also, absolutely do not argue or conflict with guests. Whatever they say, it is. You cannot afford to offend these Capital City Young Misses and young masters, understand?"

Shen Bei and the others nodded.

Then, led by an experienced employee, they officially began their work.

Shen Bei was responsible for the DJ area.

The entire venue was dim with dazzling lights.

Lights flashed wildly, and energetic music vibrated.

On the stage, nearly naked young dancers set the rhythm.

Below, various young men and women, releasing their energy, swayed wildly.

Like twisted tree spirits, they danced like a multitude of demons.

Shen Bei quickly got into character, moving through the crowd, busy at work.

In a moment.

Inside a booth, a young man and woman called out: "Little brother, come here."

"Coming!"

Shen Bei ran over in a few steps: "More drinks or…?"

"Royal Salute, give me ten consecutive shots to liven things up!"

The young man pulled out a million in cash from a snakeskin bag and pushed it onto the table.

Shen Bei's eyebrow twitched.

Good heavens!

They really didn't treat money like money.

A Royal Salute, costing one hundred thousand each time, was actually just blended red wine.

The taste wasn't that great.

But the spectacle was grand.

The big screen would display names and special effects.

The DJ on stage would announce it to the whole venue and thank the generous big spender, shining all the lights on their booth.

At the same time, waiters would carry the drinks in a procession, similar to an emperor leaving the palace, moving grandly through the venue to the booth.

They would even do a fancy hand gesture for the rich patron.

In short, it was a grand display, a vanity that was addictive.

For this one order, Shen Bei could get a commission of ten thousand yuan!

Damn, you really don't know who's important until you're in the Capital City, and you don't realize money is just paper!

Awesome, awesome!

Ten consecutive Royal Salutes. The entire venue stopped the energetic music, and the display, once set up, lasted for a full half an hour.

The DJ's throat was dry from shouting, constantly praising the young man and woman, the rich patrons.

"Thanks to my big brother Fu Tao and big sister Ren Qianna for their generosity, ten consecutive Royal Salutes—"

Bang…

Before the DJ could finish, Ren Qianna smashed a wine bottle, yelling with an unhappy expression: "Who are you calling 'big sister'?!"

The DJ's forehead bled, but he dared not show anger and repeatedly apologized: "Little sister, I was wrong, I'll shout again."

Fu Tao laughed heartily, pulled a wad of cash from his bag, and threw it over: "Get lost, replace him."

"Yes, big brother!" The DJ scrambled away.

The Royal Salute, under someone else's hosting, finally ended, and the party continued.

"You, come here, stop working, sit down and drink with me," Fu Tao called, pointing at Shen Bei.

Shen Bei 'uh-ed': "I'm on duty."

"Who dares to have an opinion?" Fu Tao tore open several stacks of cash and scattered them into the air: "Having money means being f*cking arrogant!"

Banknotes flew everywhere, making the entire venue even more boisterous.

Shen Bei shrugged and sat down; after all, it was a free ride.

Although Fu Tao was rich, he wasn't overbearing, and his drinking was casual.

But you had to listen to him brag.

After drinking for a while.

Shen Bei glanced at his bag.

He saw that besides stacks of banknotes, there was also a yellow gold flask inside.

This flask looked sinister no matter how he looked at it; it didn't seem like an ordinary flask at all. It gave him a strange feeling, as if it had some kind of magic.

Shen Bei reached out to touch it.

This action seemed to touch Fu Tao's inverse scale. He slapped Shen Bei's hand away, his brow furrowed, his face showing undisguised hostility:

"Are you looking for death?"

Shen Bei: …