Making a crystal-ball music-box model required far more technical skill than the previous two, but it wasn't difficult to fulfill, because its requirement was "silent."
A music box that didn't need to make a sound was nothing more than an ordinary crystal ball. The most labor-intensive parts—the cylinder, soundboard, and tines—could be omitted entirely. All he had to do was make it spin.
The components for this part were easy to buy, and assembly wasn't difficult either. Ma Zhaodi didn't need to spend extra skill points on the Basic Handicraft skill. He could put it together step by step by following the tutorials he found online.
"Luckily, tomorrow is Christmas. The Falcone family isn't holding a party; they're all staying home to celebrate. Otherwise, I'd have to make a special trip to ask Falcone for leave. Tsk, is this what it means to have the stench of a wage slave?"
Don't misunderstand. Ma Zhaodi was just an ordinary waiter, and for now, he didn't have any chance to bother Gotham City's Black Gang Godfather, who was busy with a thousand affairs a day. Even if he really managed to change classes and become a chef, it still wouldn't work—the Falcone he was going to ask for leave was Roman's biological son, Alberto Falcone.
He was the Godfather's biological son, yet his name was rarely mentioned by anyone in the family. Whether in newspaper reports or among Gotham's underworld insiders, people's impression of him was limited to four words: intelligent and transparent.
Through his own efforts, he had won a scholarship to Harvard University and later gone to Oxford University for further study. His education and intelligence stood head and shoulders above the rest of Gotham City's underworld. In theory, with a son like that, Roman's criminal empire should have no