Shocking! Pink Jelly Wants to Raise Chickens

Sing Sing entered the chicken farm, he was greeted by the overwhelming smell of chicken manure mixed with the sour stench of moldy feed.

The smell almost made him throw up all the barbecue he had for lunch.

Despite the unpleasant smell, Old Zhou went deep into the chicken coop, where a person was squatting.

Standing nearly two meters tall, the figure appeared eerily translucent pink in the dim light.

You can see even the bone fragments and internal organs inside clearly.

Geggebu.

Robert Herman.

Sing Sing took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Before he could even light the fire, a blue and red flame rose up in the chicken coop.

That pink jelly set itself on fire!

The high temperature caused the surrounding hay to crackle and pop as it burned.

Geggebu walked out of the chicken coop, her eyes fixed on Sing Sing.

"Stop! Don't come any closer! Take another step and I'll burn you to ashes!"

"Don't get excited! Relax!" Sing Sing raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"One of us! Old Charles recommended me!"

"Old Charles?"

"That's Charles! Professor X! The old man in the wheelchair with the cane!"

Sing Sing immediately revealed his name: "That old man said you're always hiding in the chicken coop, and he was worried you wouldn't even have enough to eat, so he specifically sent me to check on you."

The hostility in Geggebu's eyes dissipated considerably.

The flames on his body slowly receded, and he transformed back into the transparent pink chubby figure.

He scratched his bald head sheepishly.

"Did the professor send you? Is he alright now?"

Upon hearing this tone, Sing Sing was secretly amused.

This kind of person is the easiest to fool!

"I'm fine, it's just that I nag you runaway kids all the time."

Sing Sing moved forward as he spoke.

"Look at your surroundings." He kicked away a broken plastic bucket at his feet with disdain.

"You don't even have a place to stay, and you're just going to stay here like a homeless person?"

Geggebu lowered her head, her voice somewhat dejected. "They're all out there trying to catch us. Looking like this, I'll be treated like a monster wherever I go."

"Nobody comes here. And... I like raising chickens."

"I like raising chickens! That's your core competitive advantage!"

Geggebu looked completely bewildered.

What is core competitiveness?

"Brother, have you ever thought that all your skills are being wasted on this barren, capitalist land of United States?"

"The people here are blind; they think you're a monster. But where we're from, you're a rare, specialized agricultural talent!"

Geggebu was stunned.

"Agricultural talent? Me?"

"Yes!"

Sing Sing leaned close to him and started talking nonsense.

"Think about it, your body has a built-in thermostat. You wouldn't even need an electric blanket to hatch chicks in winter!"

"Just squat down in the chicken coop, and it becomes a natural, fully automatic, temperature-controlled incubator!"

"Besides, you're extremely flammable. If the chicken farm loses power, you'll be a giant spotlight and heater just by standing there."

"Think of how much electricity this will save the farm!"

Geggebu was completely dumbfounded by this explanation.

In all his years, this was the first time he had ever heard anyone connect his mutant abilities with hatching chicks.

"Then... what exactly do you want to do?" Geggebu stammered.

Sing Sing Chow chuckled.

"Let me formally introduce you to Stephen Zhou, Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau of China."

"Come back to China with me. I'll approve a 50-acre plot of land for you! We'll build a large, modern chicken farm. You can raise white-feathered chickens if you want, or black-boned chickens if you want."

"Free meals and accommodation, weekends off, and all Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds housing fund provided. Most importantly, safety is guaranteed!"

Geggebu's eyes widened in astonishment.

"A chicken farm of fifty... fifty acres? You're not kidding me, are you?"

I'd be a dog if I lied to you!

Sing Sing pulled his phone directly from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"Come on, talk is cheap. Let me show you the real lives of our employees."

He opened WeChat and found the chat box named "749 Bureau Overseas Talents Love and Relationships Group".

Look at this.

Sing Sing clicked on a video.

In the video, Wolverine is fishing by the river, with a black bear lying next to him.

"That old guy is now our excellent forest ranger!"

Sing Sing swipes to the next video.

Inside was Toad, wearing a yellow hard hat and holding a certificate. "Master Mo, Technical Instructor at the Guizhou Tiankeng Construction Site!"

Geggebu was excited as he watched the images that Sing Sing showed him one by one.

This is so dreamy!

"I'll go!" Geggebu grabbed Sing Sing's hand. "As long as I can raise chickens, I'll sell my life to you!"

Geggebu

Old Zhou nonchalantly shook off his sticky hand. "We're a legitimate company, and we have proper employment contracts."

This KPI came way too easily!

If you offer a grand promise or a basic human right, these guys will be ready to give you their whole heart.

Sing Sing happily pulled out the contract.

"Just press your fingerprint."

"No need to sign any confidentiality agreement, just apply some red clay."

Geggebu obediently did as instructed.

"Done!" Sing Sing put the contract into the Dimension Box.

"By the way, Old Charles said Storm Ororo is also in Los Angeles. She's a top talent. We're exactly in need of a big shot like her who can handle any situation."

"If you'd like, shall we go find her together? She's also an X-Men member, you should know her, right?"

Geggebu nodded repeatedly. "Familiar! Of course we're familiar! Storm is currently in the lawless slums of Los Angeles."

Sing Sing's eyes lit up.

The information matched! That Slug kid really didn't dare lie to me.

"Then stop standing there and let's go!"

"But if I go out like this, I'll definitely be watched by the police or Stryker's men."

Sing Sing slapped his forehead, opened the Dimension Box and started rummaging through it, quickly finding a black waterproof and rainproof cloth.

"Here, put this on! Cover your head completely."

Geggebu obediently put the waterproof cloth over her body, leaving only her eyes showing.

Sing Sing led the giant man in black out of the chicken farm and into the red Mustang.

As soon as Geggebu squeezed into the passenger seat, the chassis almost touched the ground.

Sing Sing stepped on the gas, and the Mustang wobbled and sped toward the East Side of Los Angeles.

Inside the carriage, Geggebu was still dreaming about the future. "Director Zhou, can I raise 20,000 chickens on fifty acres of land?"

"Twenty thousand is nothing! As long as you're willing to work hard, the bureau will apply for a science and technology-driven agriculture project for you, and they'll approve a piece of barren mountain for you to become a farm owner!"

Geggebu chuckled foolishly, "That's wonderful. China is wonderful."

Sing Sing gripped the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and looked out the window at the dilapidated and desolate streetscape of Los Angeles, shaking his head involuntarily.

These are the kind of hardworking, tireless employees who can generate surplus value just by being given a piece of land. Why do United States capitalists treat them like wanted criminals, chasing them all over the streets?

Are these people's brains filled with American-style mush?!

You deserve to have your industries hollowed out!