The Era of Grunt Work Was About to Begin
"Are there other Weird Tale in this world? Or is it...?"
Feng Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, opened the email, and after seeing its contents, a slight smirk appeared on her lips.
Okay, he's overthinking it. He's been into Weird Tale for so long he's forgotten that besides the established concepts like Weird Tale and Phantom Object, there's another way to break through his encryption—
Add in the backend.
Well, after all, the entire network operation and monitoring of the Asgari City is integrated. He only recently bought the No. 1174 Lawless Zone from someone else. It wouldn't be difficult for them to add an email directly to the main server location.
What's that saying again?
Once the enemy is already in your server room, even the most advanced hacking techniques are useless.
I silently reminded myself not to underestimate the power of ordinary people, and then carefully savored the contents of the email.
The message was short and simple: it essentially asked about three shops—"Disease Removal," "Asking for Fate," and "Hired Killer"—and the person in question hoped to exchange a batch of Ming Coin with Feng Xue.
To be fair, this approach is actually quite polite, but for those guys who have the ability to directly manipulate the main server of Asgari City, Credit Point are just numbers that can be added or subtracted at will, not to mention that Feng Xue herself wasn't in it for the money.
However, he didn't directly provoke him. Instead, he acted as if he hadn't even noticed the new email, as he still had to continue his "working class legend" tomorrow morning!
Feng Xue did not reply to the email, but undercurrents were also stirring in the Asgari City.
The Zone 1774 had only been sold recently, so it wasn't a difficult matter to investigate for those with ulterior motives. A little verification would reveal what the area looked like before.
While it's not impossible to transform an entire plot of land in a day or two, that would obviously require a lot of noise. But the fact is, the whole process was completely silent. There were no records of the surrounding freight elevators, and no relevant information about the workers in the area.
This inevitably sparked speculation among the Asgari City's high-ranking officials.
A few years ago, most people would have thought it was some kind of scam, or a pre-arranged trap, that the other party wasn't even in the so-called 1774 Lawless Zone, and that there was no need for any investigation.
But now, they have developed a lot of interest, and the reason is the "ghosts" that have appeared in the public eye in the past two years.
Although research on this thing is still in a black box, it is a well-known fact that ghosts have special abilities. While there are isolated cases like the Gambling Ghost who can gamble with his life, there have been quite a few ghosts with various incredible effects.
For example, there is an Electric Ghost in the laboratory of the Konstantin Company's Asgari City branch, which can release the equivalent of a small nuclear reactor's worth of electricity every day.
In the eyes of these "insiders," this Zone 1774 undoubtedly obtained some rare ghosts and monsters, and used them to build this bizarre city within a city.
However, disagreements arose among the key figures regarding how to handle the situation.
Everyone wants to acquire this plot of land, or rather, the ghost behind it, but they're worried about not understanding the ghost's true nature and causing big trouble like they did with the Gambling Ghost before.
In the end, they could only reach a relatively stable balance, and planned to slowly test the waters while also trying to gauge the attitude of the holder of this Lawless Zone.
Feng Xue slept until after eight o'clock, then stretched and sat up in bed. Her brows immediately furrowed. She hadn't thought about it all night, so why were there so many people in this Construction Hell?
Thinking of this, he immediately opened the intercity network. He hadn't expected that he wouldn't have looked at it, but once he did, his expression immediately turned strange.
Overnight, a bunch of live streams exploring the 1774 Lawless Zone appeared on the intercity network. Although the question is that they started broadcasting at night, they didn't immediately look for work after entering, but the secrets of the Pawn Shop had been exposed. One brave person even pawned five years of his life at the Pawn Shop.
However, compared to the Yi Suan Hall's estimated lifespan of 60,000 per year, the price of the mortgage was much lower. At least this gentleman, whose social status was unknown, only managed to mortgage 10,000 Ming Coin for five years of lifespan.
This isn't Pawn Shop deliberately lowered the price; it's just the rule.
Unlike the equal treatment when purchasing, pawnbroking judges the value of an individual's lifespan based on its quality. For example, a company president's one-year lifespan is certainly more valuable than a beggar's one-year lifespan. Although it sounds cruel, it is an indisputable fact.
A scientist's life is worth more than an illiterate person's, and a big capitalist's life is worth more than a petty thug's.
With the pawning of lifespans, the person's immediate aging livestream immediately gave everyone sufficient confidence in the lifespan trading here. Subsequently, a large number of working people flocked in, which didn't seem like such an unacceptable thing.
After all, even if you don't need it yourself, wouldn't it be better to earn Ming Coin and then exchange it for Credit Point with the big gold-collecting boss?
After all, the total amount that banks can exchange each month is fixed. In other words, if these big bosses want to buy Ming Coin, they will inevitably offer a higher price than the exchange rate.
Since Ming Coin was paper money, there was no issue of binding it to other currencies. So, let alone trading it, some people even resorted to robbery.
These people will basically be thrown into prison immediately. After all, the Construction Hell is hell in itself, so it's reasonable to have one or two prison guards, right?
"The allure of lifespan is undeniable." Feng Xue nodded as he looked at the Gold Farming Group that was already being formed. Everything was progressing according to his plan, but next, he still needed to guide everyone through the process.
Reincarnated as Alfred, Feng Xue left the internet cafe and started a live stream. Before he could even give her a reward, a large number of viewers flooded into the Live Broadcast Room, with various questions about the Zone 1774 rising and falling in the barrage.
He didn't answer their questions, but instead carried his bag in one hand all the way to the company.
It was already late, and the entire company was filled with a busy atmosphere.
However, anyone with a bit of experience can see through the artificiality of this atmosphere. Whether it's fetching water back and forth or frantically typing on the keyboard, it's all just a meaningless performance.
Ignoring the offices she passed, Feng Xue made her way to the Design Department. As she stepped into the office with one foot, a sinister voice said:
Why are you so late?
"Is it late?" Alfred, true to form, couldn't tolerate his boss's bad habits, and immediately retorted. Hearing this, the manager, who had been suppressing his anger all night, suddenly flared up, pointing to the clock hanging in the office:
"Look at the time! Other colleagues arrived at seven o'clock, and you..."
"What do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean 'what do you mean '''? They came early because they wanted to. The contract says they start work at nine, and it's only eight fifty-seven now. Alfred's nonchalant expression immediately sparked a backlash from viewers who were seriously watching the workplace rectification livestream, but it was quickly suppressed by comments discussing the Zone 1774.
The manager stood there like a wooden stake, his face ashen, showing no intention of making way, as if to say, "I'm going to stand here and keep you from being late."
But Alfred was no ordinary man. He stretched out his hand, and before he could even touch the manager, the manager tumbled away like a rolling gourd. Alfred immediately swiped his work card on the time clock, then said with a helpless expression:
"Manager, your fall was so fake! I really wanted to slap you, but I haven't even touched you yet!"