I've Been Sold? (Third Update, Please Vote)
The number of Honkai zombies he had killed in Changkong City was not one or two thousand, nor two or three thousand, but a terrifying 6,300. Converted into cash, that was a solid 198 million.
Rounding it off, that was 200 million.
Two hundred million!
Zhao Bai practically floated as he walked, all his usual steadiness completely gone.
For that, he had to thank one person: Rita.
He had guarded against that maid as fiercely as Mr. Krabs guarded his secret formula from Plankton, yet Rita had repaid hostility with kindness and told him this highly valuable piece of information.
Thinking about it carefully, though, something still seemed off.
If Rita had not told Zhao Bai this information, he would have lost 200 million. After telling him, he would earn 200 million. Two hundred million plus two hundred million—didn't that make 400 million?
Rita had helped him earn 400 million.
Zhao Bai felt a pang of pity. Thinking that such a valuable employee earned so little, he could not bear it.
He would give her a hundred-yuan raise every month.
There was no one more compassionate than me in this world.
The dormitory door was tightly shut.
Without another word, Zhao Bai pressed his thumb to the lock and pushed the door open. The television was still on, the game character was already dead, and Theresa had her eyes tightly shut, her breathing even.
She was asleep.
Theresa looked peaceful, unaware that a violent storm was brewing, waiting only for a thunderclap to break out of the clear sky.
Zhao Bai rubbed his hands excitedly and began preparing for work.
Theresa woke up to complete darkness.
Hmm?
She immediately sank into her deepest contemplation. She had only died too many times and