Too Professional

Xue Ming decided to hire Red Sister as the nameless man's housekeeper.

He had great faith in his sister's abilities; judging from her resume and recent combat record, Wu Donghong was an extremely capable person.

In Xue Ming's view, she was struck by a great hatred at the age of nineteen, and she spent seven years carrying out her revenge. There were a total of forty-six people involved in the case from the two companies, Xiangnan Construction and Huainan Heavy Industries, and the network of nepotism involved should have revealed a community of interests of more than two hundred people.

This was never a fair and equal duel. Red Sister could have easily found another husband and lived a peaceful life, continuing to be a wife and mother for the rest of her life.

When most people are oppressed, they are like innocent and helpless wild animals, their flesh cut off and eaten by hunters. They don't even have time to grieve and shed tears; they can only try to cover up their sobs and hide away to heal themselves.

She used many unconventional and extreme methods to infiltrate the enemy's company, and finally successfully sent the culprit to prison by reporting him. When she was released from prison, Red Sister mentioned that many people came to pick her up, but she only chose the car of her old brother who fought alongside her. At the age of forty-one, she resolutely embarked on a journey to the Nine Realms.

After successfully completing the task assigned by the BOSS, when faced with the threat of the Armadillo Hunters, Red Sister had no intention of passively defending herself, but decided to take the initiative to attack. This hunter was very unlucky, never expecting that his fellow villager had already used his identity as a hunter to drive away the wolf pack.

This is a loyal, ruthless, and independent social being, who is the future representative of the Nameless One.

All of JoeStar's current members are too young and inexperienced. Even Jason Megan, this Blue Stone People, lacks the necessary boldness and will find it difficult to carry the show for Nobody.

If the Big Sister is the nameless man's violent apparatus, then the gunsmith is his anchor.

--Sister Red Sister is the undisputed decision-making core of the club. Her social experience in the mortal world, her fifteen years of hardship in prison, and her rock-solid coping methods in the face of crises and storms all seem to have been within her expectations when she brought Xue Ming to Huainan.

After the Lunar New Year, Xue Ming took Red Sister and Xiao Qi on a high-speed train to Jiulong West.

Bai Qingqing was still immersed in her honeymoon with her fiancé, but the presence of this elegant older woman by her side made her feel inexplicably anxious.

--Sister Red Sister looked too much like a criminal, or rather, the demeanor she exuded was completely out of place among ordinary people.

In the early spring, Red Sister invited the young couple to sit in business class and bought tickets for all six carriages, not intending to squeeze into second class.

Xue Ming was a frugal man, but he wasn't stingy. He gave Bailu every penny he was owed; he just felt it was unnecessary.

This was the first time Xiao Qi had seen Xue Ming sitting in business class; the ticket price had tripled, and she had no idea what her employer was thinking.

"Hello"

Seventh Brother and his lover whispered to each other.

"Have you suddenly come to your senses? Are you going to splurge a little?"

Red Sister straightened up from her chair, adjusted her sunglasses, revealing a pair of gentle yet sharp eyes. "I want him to learn how to spend money. This is only the first step. We need to change his mindset. Didn't you think he was unsophisticated?"

Xiao Qi immediately became alert. "No way! What do you mean by changing your mindset? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Is this the wife Ming De picked for you?" Red Sister leaned closer to Xue Ming, her eyes teasing. "She doesn't seem to quite understand her place yet."

Xue Ming didn't say much, simply replying, "Just say what you have to say."

"People are divided into different classes." Red Sister patiently explained, "This is an objective fact, independent of human will—I want your fiancé to understand this principle. He is now the head of the Senate, and the BOSS is very particular about that [authority]. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha—everything needs embellishment and ceremony as accompaniment."

Xiao Qi scoffed, "You think you have to save face? What's so great about a business class ticket? It's just a ticket booking."

"So I think you don't understand at all." Red Sister laughed like a fox, "Do you think the important thing is the environment of the carriage? Or the price of business class?"

Xiao Qi asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Red Sister gently tapped her temple. "Human mental bandwidth is limited. Doing anything consumes mental energy. Let's do a very simple elementary school math problem. Xiao Qi, the total journey time is seven hours—if your fiancé is going to take you to squeeze into second-class seats, then during this time, you'll have to deal with at least 110 strangers and pay attention to the different passengers getting on and off the train. You'll have to maintain a high level of concentration the whole time."

She cradled Xiao Qi's cheek, acting completely at ease, and gently guided Xiao Qi's head towards Xue Ming's side.

"If you can't even do things like kissing, holding hands, letting your guard down, or enjoying a good night's sleep to rejuvenate, what's the point of talking about taking a vacation? Lenin said, 'He who does not know how to rest does not know how to work.'"

In the quiet and comfortable environment, Xiao Qi stayed close to her employer, seemingly understanding what Red Sister meant.

Red Sister continued, "People are constantly spending money. In terms of costs, your employer has been sacrificing his own well-being, thinking these things are unnecessary. Buying more expensive clothes is just for show and useless packaging—but he's ignoring something crucial. He's no longer an unknown nobody. People who come into contact with him in the future might think that being hardworking, thrifty, and good at managing a household are good qualities, but because of stereotypes, these traits will only cause him communication problems."

"Often, in the eyes of the general public, thrift and frugality are equated with stinginess and poverty. The strangest thing is that people regard this trait as a virtue, yet secretly despise hypocrisy."

"Often, when a company's CEO has to personally sweep the floors and do the cleaning, it can actually make the partners feel uneasy."

"Whether above ground or underground, everyone has this fixed attribute, an indelible stereotype, like something that has been agreed upon by convention."

Red Sister gently patted Xiao Qi's cheek, her eyes filled with a suggestive light.

"You should have a rough impression of me from Xue Ming's words, right?"

Xiao Qi: "Yes."

Red Sister: "Then you should also know that I've never been one to stick to the old ways. I'm going to teach him how to spend money and tell him why he should spend it. He's actually very good at spending money. In many aspects, such as weapons and equipment, supplies for the journey, and when dealing with different people, he knows how to use money to reduce trouble and overcome obstacles—but that's not enough."

Xiao Qi stared at Red Sister, trying to detect something different from the strong perfume on this wicked woman, but after smelling for a long time, all she could detect was fiery passion and Dior Homme.

As Red Sister said, Xiao Qi and Xue Ming could finally get a good night's sleep. When they returned to Nine Realms Station, the new housekeeper gave Xiao Qi one last instruction.

"Mental strength is a resource. Think of it as a currency or a reserve of energy; it's your Magic Power. When facing a powerful enemy, you must maintain peak performance."

With that, Red Sister walked into the club and immediately began to work on the soft furnishings of the shop.

Xiao Qi and Xue Ming sat down at the bar and watched as the butler called over renovation workers to clearly divide the entertainment area, staff area, combat fitness area, and dining and accommodation area. Clear dividing lines were marked between different areas, or decorated with various boards, fabrics, and leather goods, as if drawing the boundaries of their territories.

The whole process was very fast. The communication between Red Sister and the workers was simple, efficient, and precise, without any unnecessary words.

The salon, used for gatherings, has been fitted with soundproof partitions, giving the originally semi-open dining and cocktail parties a degree of privacy and completely differentiating it from the cafeteria booths in the lobby.

She understood life better than Xue Ming, and replaced the dark, industrial-style iron fence surrounding the club with glass bricks, allowing the dance floor lights to project far into the distance.

Red Sister's ingenious little designs can be found throughout the club's facilities.

--In the end, she ordered many art pieces to decorate the inner halls and to be used when entertaining other senators.

Red Sister brought her record to the nameless man's club and specifically instructed Xiao Qi to use the corresponding background music according to the guest's gem attribute.

Like the passionate and courageous Red Stone People, they should be given soothing and quiet music that evokes joy, such as Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty," which is the background music Tom and Jerry use when they are ice skating.

The work of the Blue Stone People is already mentally taxing enough, so they need emotional release at this time, and "Ode to Joy" is quite suitable.

The same applies to the other stones; they are supplemented with whatever they lack.

With the addition of soundproofing and the installation of an indoor HiFi sound system, Red Sister spent a full eight hours renovating the club's interior and exterior design, just as she herself said, putting all her energy into her work.

During her probationary period, she skipped Xue Ming's opinions and assigned all the tasks to two assistants. JoeStar already had two extra employees before it even opened. Red Sister, rubbing her temples, sat back down at the bar, exhausted, ordered a soda from Xue Ming, and started revising the menu.

"Thank you for your hard work." Xue Ming was very satisfied with Red Sister's arrangements.

Red Sister: "Are you going to Galahad?"

Xue Ming calculated the time. "We should set off tomorrow."

Red Sister: "Teaching or studying?"

Xue Ming: "They all have to be done."

Red Sister: "Let me think about it."

I thought about it for the whole day.

The next morning, Red Sister, holding a menu, pushed her luggage cart and knocked on the door of the Council of Five Kings's guest room before Xue Ming had even finished brushing his teeth.

Xiao Qi was still playing hide-and-seek with her employer in bed when she heard Red Sister greeting her warmly from outside the door.

"You should go to the academy to report for duty, Gunsmith Instructor."

Xue Ming hurriedly went to open the door and saw that Red Sister had brought in a suit.

"Ms. Fenxing made the teaching supplies, which were made of silk and Kevlar, Vico ties, and mid-range suit brands. It took me a while to figure out what families the other teachers at the Galahad Magic Academy came from. It's more down-to-earth—if you want to see the dean, just change into student clothes; you don't need to wear a bulletproof suit and put on airs."

Then Red Sister handed over two daggers.

"A diving knife, equipped with a small gas cylinder, and Balason- free weapon—this thing is incredibly effective against humanoid units, killing them with a single strike."

Shoes, socks, perfume, hairspray, and a watch were all delivered.

After Xue Ming put on the watch, Red Sister gave him a special instruction.

"Don't wear it like that, you're not on a combat mission."

Xue Ming looked down and realized he had unconsciously slipped the watch onto his wrist; it was almost instinctive.

--You can observe the time while holding the gun without taking your left hand off the grip.

Red Sister reminded Xue Ming, "Your combat habits are starting to affect your life. Anyone can see it at a glance; you're a living devil."

Xue Ming immediately flipped the watch strap over and put the watch on normally.

Red Sister glanced into the room and saw Xiao Qi clutching a blanket, hastily fleeing into the bathroom.

"Although this might be a bit redundant for you, I still want to remind you, sir—people often believe that beauty can corrupt one's will, and there's some truth to that."

Xue Ming said earnestly and confidently, "Who is beauty?"

Red Sister Hong laughed heartily, "Never mind what I said."

The two walked to the first platform. While fixing the gunsmith's hair, Red Sister took out the menu and instructions.

"The intercity express train to Balason is number 22518—I've discussed it with the lobby manager, Marcus, and we've arranged for two new students to travel with you. Their personal information is here; they're both thirteen years old, a boy and a girl. Please take good care of them; you'll need this teacher-student bond later."

Red Sister took out a document from the menu, handed it to Xue Ming, and then said...

"Your luggage is here, the check-in process is complete. There's food on the bus, but I still recommend you bring your own. I asked Mr. Jason to order three nutritious meals for you. Today's breakfast is sugarcane juice and French toast, very small portions, but lots of sugar. Because the parents of these two kids who are reporting with you are not easy to deal with. They're pampered little princesses and princes, and your brain needs high-quality glucose."

She then opened the menu and continued her explanation.

"Walk straight down the long street from Fools' Workshop to Galahad's administration office. If Director Simmons isn't there, find Mike Tyson, the magician with the same name as the boxing champion. He's popular in the academy and gets along with everyone. If you're looking for someone, he's the one to go to—Wood Plark is different; he's practically a male enemy."

"This is something Mike likes. It is not sold in Jiujie. The rum cocktail produced in Yu Fang Long Street contains trace amounts of Yunnan bacteria. The Chinese translation is called [Xiaoyaoyou] - he likes this drink very much, and so does his wife."

"The old dean has been holed up in the lab for the past two weeks, so don't disturb him. As for the rest, it's up to you."

Xue Ming accepted the items and read through the menu repeatedly; it contained very detailed instructions for handling matters.

He was about to board the train to find a seat when Red Sister gave him a reminder.

"First, you need to insert the diving knife, then there's an air valve switch; press it down forcefully—"

"--Understood." Xue Ming was quite moved, but he had already witnessed the power of the GAS dagger and was very familiar with the techniques for using this murder weapon.

Red Sister said with a smile, "It's good that you know. There's another thing, does this mean I've officially started my job?"

Xue Ming countered, "How much salary should I pay you?"

Red Sister said in a deep voice, "Help me arrange my waiters; it's on the last page. And I'll also be in charge of the wedding banquet? Remember to give me the guest list in advance."

Xue Ming nodded.

--He boarded the express train, turned to the last page, and saw a disheveled, unkempt middle-aged man staring blankly at the camera, taking a photo with Red Sister.

It felt like the older man, being overly friendly, had forcibly pulled Red Sister into taking a photo together.

Before Xue Ming could even raise his head--

"--Gunsmith, what did my employer say to you?"

The uncle appeared before Xue Ming, dressed in a burgundy tailcoat, a standard waiter's uniform.

He looked like he hadn't slept well; he had deep bags under his eyes, looked haggard, and exuded intense anxiety. He also smelled strongly of nicotine; he was a heavy smoker.

He was wearing gloves, about ten centimeters taller than Xue Ming, very strong, and judging from his appearance, he was also Asian.

"What did she say to you? Did she want to change the waiter?"

Xue Ming closed the menu and greeted him.

"Sir, what's your name?"