413: It doesn't matter, my fists will speak for me

The workers got into the truck to unload.

At this point, the same old trick was pulled again; the fat boss actually made the driver and Shen Bei wait in the cab and forbade them from coming out.

"What kind of rule is this?" Shen Bei questioned.

The fat boss snorted, his face stern, looking fierce: "On my territory, you have to follow my rules!"

Shen Bei, like a startled lamb, acted meek and submissive, repeatedly agreeing: "Okay, okay."

Unloading was quick.

In less than two hours, the large trailer was empty.

The driver did not drive away but sat in the cab with the door open, looking like he was enjoying a show.

Sure enough.

The fat boss called Shen Bei down, shaking the papers in his hand, and said with a menacing look: "How exactly did you load the goods!"

"You tell me." Shen Bei blinked, quietly watching him perform.

The fat boss, like a venomous snake spotting its prey, stared intently into Shen Bei's eyes, not allowing him to back down, saying: "More than fifty items are missing, and over a hundred are damaged! What do you say we do!"

Shen Bei crossed his arms, showing no hesitation, and spoke bluntly: "What do you say we do?"

The fat boss was stunned.

This trick didn't seem to be working right.

Usually, these escorts would argue, saying they hadn't touched the goods and it was impossible for anything to be missing.

They would also shout that they shouldn't be watched during unloading, and if there were problems, not to blame them.

The fat boss already had a prepared retort for such arguments.

But he didn't expect… this time he couldn't use it?

Why did this young man go straight to the point?

Thinking of this, the fat boss couldn't help but glare at Shen Bei and said flatly: "What do you say we do? The goods are wrong, and there's damage, so naturally, compensation is required!"

Shen Bei's voice was clear and gentle, not like a rough northern man: "How should we compensate?"

The fat boss was not polite, immediately pulled out a calculator, tapped away, and finally said: "How about this, seeing your good attitude, you just pay me ten thousand yuan. Although I'm still at a loss, I'll accept it."

Shen Bei let out an "Oh."

So, I'm paying for this trip's freight?

Shen Bei pulled out his phone, ready to scan a QR code.

The fat boss, also well-versed in the Dao of combining kindness and severity, immediately pacified Shen Bei: "Actually, suffering a loss is a blessing. Let me put it this way, for this truck of goods, the profit I make by reselling it is less than what you, the escort, earn. This time's loss, just be more careful next time. You earn several thousand yuan for one trip; you'll break even in half a month. Not everyone is lucky enough to get this job, so you should cherish it."

Shen Bei listened, and it sounded like a pimp in a suit, full of dark humor.

"Come on, scan the code."

The fat boss displayed his payment QR code.

Shen Bei paid directly.

[WeChat received, 0.01 yuan.]

The fat boss: ???

"What is the meaning of this?"

The fat boss's eyes widened, his face filled with irritation and anger: "Are you messing with me?"

Shen Bei shrugged: "Just realized I'm out of money. This is just a token."

"Impudent!"

The veins on the fat boss's neck bulged: "I think you don't want this job anymore, do you?"

Shen Bei, with an arrogant and indifferent expression, patted his yawning mouth and slowly said: "Whether the goods are lost or damaged is all based on your word. If you can openly rob, why beat around the bush?"

The fat boss's face instantly turned red, then he suddenly snorted coldly, his sharp gaze falling on Shen Bei: "You don't have to compensate, but I'll complain to your boss immediately and get you fired!"

Shen Bei waved his hand: "Whatever."

After saying that, he simply left.

Clean and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

The driver watched Shen Bei walk out of the warehouse, waving for a taxi to leave, and shouted: "Where are you going? Come back!"

"Work's done." Shen Bei turned back, grinning: "Going on vacation."

The driver: ???

Holy crap!

He was dumbfounded.

The driver completely failed to understand or comprehend Shen Bei's actions.

The work here wasn't even finished, and he just left?

That easy?

Brilliant.

Now Zhao Zichuan wouldn't even have to bother with him.

He spent tens of thousands, enough for several round-trip flights, and he just left like that…

The driver made a sound of air quickly escaping through the gaps in his teeth, as if he had suddenly eaten something spicy: "This idiot… I've truly never seen one like him before."

…

Shen Bei left the warehouse.

He didn't care at all about any subsequent issues with the escort job.

When he returned to Liaobei Province, he would settle accounts with Zhao Zichuan.

Shorting his wages?

Buddy, are you tired of living?

He would put this matter aside for now; as long as he got his wages, the panel would be activated and wouldn't disappear, so there was no rush.

Soon.

Led by the taxi, Shen Bei entered the urban area of Chuan Prefecture.

It was similar to many other large cities.

Skyscrapers were everywhere.

The modern city was fully evident; apart from a few different landmark buildings, Chuan Prefecture was no different from other cities.

Of course, the street-side restaurants were definitely different.

It was hard to imagine how busy the proctology hospitals must be.

This refers solely to chili peppers, and not other strange "preferences."

"Sir, we've arrived at the Quyi Garden."

The driver announced.

Shen Bei paid and got out of the car.

He looked up and saw his destination for this trip, the Chuan Prefecture Quyi Garden.

Before coming, Shen Bei had done some research.

This Quyi Garden was the most frequent venue for performance activities.

Traditional opera like this was now in decline.

The more advanced technology became, or rather, the more entertainment options people had, the less competitive traditional opera became.

To be honest, besides being able to understand Erren Zhuan, Shen Bei couldn't understand Peking Opera, Sichuan Opera Face Changing, Henan Opera, etc., at all…

"The backlash of the odd object mask…"

Shen Bei held onto hope: "It's all up to you!"

Shen Bei adjusted his attire.

He entered the Quyi Garden.

It was still daytime.

On the stage, only two performers, dressed in opera costumes, were singing in a creaky voice.

Below, a few citizens, mostly old men, were drinking tea and swaying their heads while listening to the tunes.

"Sir, you need to buy a ticket." A ticket collector stopped Shen Bei.

Shen Bei coughed and said: "Um… I want to learn Sichuan Opera Face Changing from our teachers. Do you think you could make an exception?"

The ticket collector was stunned, looking Shen Bei up and down as if he were an idiot: "Sir…"

This ticket collector was quite polite, still using a respectful address.

But his tone was as devoid of subjective emotion as the sound of vigorously rubbing a plastic bag: "Sichuan Opera Face Changing is a national intangible cultural heritage; it's not something anyone can learn just because they want to. There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, people interested like you."

"You should know, Sichuan Opera Face Changing is just one part of it. We don't accept students who only want to learn Face-Changing and then just leave after they're done."

Shen Bei let out an "Ah," showing no intention of following the ticket collector's pace: "I can pay."

"It's not about money."

"Then if I learn everything, how long would it take?"

"At least five years."

"Let's talk about money then."

"I said, it's not about money."

Shen Bei pouted.

Before coming, he knew that this was not easy to learn, or rather, not easily taught.

It was indeed so…

However, just because he couldn't do it didn't mean others couldn't.

Shen Bei said "excuse me" and left the Quyi Garden, walking to the side to make a phone call.

The call connected quickly.

Shen Bei yelled: "Old Bi, your moment of truth has arrived! Let me tell you first, a man can't say he can't do it!"

Zhuang Bifan: ???