You weren't fired for causing trouble before, were you?

"I don't know anything."

Hachijo suddenly turned around, swung up to grab the pipe overhead, and jumped back onto the platform.

"Uncle Hachijo, I still haven't been paid."

Liu Zheng called out.

"I'm not the boss. Why would I pay you?"

Hachijo rolled his eyes.

"I just did all that work for you."

"This isn't your Massage Department. You think you can just stay here for free?"

"Then the fee for hauling coal is offset. These Golden Dumplings are a separate price."

He pointed at the Black Dumplings by his feet.

"That little ring on their heads barely counts as Golden Dumplings."

Hachijo curled his lip.

"Don't worry about whether there are many. Just tell me, are they golden or not? I may not know the ins and outs, but these Golden Dumplings should be quite helpful to you, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"They're nothing special."

Hachijo said stubbornly.

But he knew perfectly well that these Golden Dumplings were priceless to him.

With them, whenever major clients like Da Chuanliu came in the future, he would no longer have to burn the fires at the risk of his life.

Of course, the Golden Dumplings would still die when they had to.

But that was their job to begin with, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Otherwise, Hachijo would never have chosen to let Liu Zheng leave.

Unfortunately, since Liu Zheng had come, he had no intention of slinking away in disgrace.

"What payment do you want?"

After struggling for a moment, Hachijo finally asked.

Debts of gratitude were hard to repay, especially debts owed to an enemy.

"Uncle Hachijo, you're worldly and experienced. Naturally, you know best how to reward me."

Liu Zheng tossed the question back to him.

"There's a wastewater discharge pipe on the first basement level."