My Brain is Fried! Title Douluo Have to Pay to Work to Steal Jobs!

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan could no longer hold himself back!

Pinching his orchid fingers together, he lunged forward in a single stride, his entire face screaming, "This baby has been wronged."

"When it comes to tending immortal herbs, this junior wouldn't dare claim to be the best on Douluo Continent, but I'm certainly not far from it!"

He pointed at his own nose, wearing an anxious expression that said, "Please, don't overlook me."

"This junior can tend your immortal herbs too! And... and I don't need any payment!"

Seeing that Lin Feng showed no reaction, Chrysanthemum Douluo gritted his teeth and stamped his foot. As though making an enormous sacrifice, he said something that made everyone present nearly drop their eyes onto the ground.

"No! Not only do I not need payment! I... I'm even willing to pay to work here!"

Those words—"I'm even willing to pay to work here"—were like an invisible sledgehammer.

They smashed viciously into the heads of everyone standing outside Maple Dye Pavilion.

It was as if someone had pressed the mute button on time itself.

Every single person stood frozen in place, as though they had been struck by a petrification spell.

The muscles on Qian Daoliu's usually stern old face twitched violently, his eyes filled with pure bewilderment beyond words.

At his age, what storms had he not weathered?

Yet the sight before him still lay beyond the bounds of his understanding.

Paying to work?

What kind of move was that?

Ning Fengzhi's cane fell to the ground with a clatter, and he even forgot to pick it up.

Looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo's tragic expression of "I'll sacrifice anything just to work here," he felt as though his cerebellum was beginning to shrivel.

Demon Bear Douluo was even more direct. His huge bear paw