Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 231 Project establishment! Drogo's first charity project

"Before that, I was a teacher," the tiefling said, his voice shaking uncontrollably as he described his previous profession. "It was the weekend, and I was watching a variety show with all the kids who lived in the school dormitory."

She wiped her tears with a painful expression, as if she was recalling a nightmare that she didn't want to experience again.

"Then, I don't know why, I suddenly hated those kids. I felt that I was so tired now, all because of them. They were disobedient, didn't study hard, and got into fights with kids from other schools, causing me to be punished. All of a sudden, my mind was full of hatred and anger, and then, I couldn't help but want to go and beat those kids..."

After saying this, he began to cry silently.

But Old Mike knew that she was not telling the truth. He had also experienced that incident, so he knew very well that his impulse at that time should not be to beat those children.

He wanted to beat those kids to death.

There is a huge difference here.

All he could think about at the time was killing the tavern owner.

The former teacher finished his story, and the next tiefling continued with his own story.

He was a newly graduated apprentice wizard. It wasn't a good school like Repin, but he had found a good job and was about to start working, but he turned into a tiefling and his contract was broken...

Old Mike found this boring.

He kind of regretted coming to this mutual aid group.

The so-called mutual aid group is nothing more than a group of unlucky people gathering in a small room to share their unfortunate experiences.

Maybe you will feel better if you know that you are not the only one suffering.

Old Mike always felt that this was similar to watching a blind man walk into a tree and then laughing at him.

It’s just that he is now also one of the “blind men”.

All the members of this mutual aid group were people who were transformed into Tieflings because of the magic vision machine incident.

Say so.

Old Mike always felt that some of the original Tieflings had sneaked in.

These mentally fragile people, oh, now they can’t be considered people, are the favorite targets of scammers.

Those half-blooded bastards who are used to being liars, thieves, and tomb robbers will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity.

Even though he had become a tiefling, Old Mike still had deep prejudices against these mixed-race people.

If it wasn't for his wife's good intentions, wanting him to relieve his mood here, he would never have come to such a place.

It's no use at all.

The "misery competition" that lasted for nearly two hours finally ended. Old Mike let out a deep breath, stood up and left.

Where to spend time next?
He lost his factory job.

The factory owner said that once he recovers, he is welcome to return to the big family.

Ha, big family.

The boss always says words that make people want to slap him in the face.

Which big family would let all the "family members" receive pitiful wages and work themselves to death, while only the "head of the family" earns more and more.

Return to the big family.

You're lying to a fool.

The production line waits for no one, and all the workers are just screws. If this screw suddenly grows two corners, just replace it quickly.

Just think about it and you will know.

The boss doesn't want to see a horned monster appear in the factory, and his fellow workers don't want to work with him anymore. Who knows if this will be dangerous.

He understood what his boss and co-workers did, but he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

And compared to the discomfort in my heart, there is a more serious problem ahead.

Where does the money come from.

He didn't dare tell his wife that he had lost his job, as that would only cause her more worry and would not solve the problem.

Now I can only rely on myself to get by, and I don’t know how long I can last.

He has been to many job recruitment places, and without exception, he was rejected as soon as he saw his face.

No factory has the time to distinguish between people who became tieflings and those who were born tieflings. There are plenty of people anyway.

Old Mike wandered aimlessly on the street.

Could it be that he was also going to do those illegal activities? With his physique, maybe he could be a debt collector. He was quite good at fighting, and this tiefling face might be an advantage when collecting debts.

He smiled to himself.

Nowadays, criminal activities in the Twin Towers City have been restrained a lot, and the risk of dying on the streets is much smaller than before.

But that doesn't mean this is a safe business. Who knows what a poor and crazy person will do?

I'd better try to find a job again. I won't take that step until I have no other choice.

Hearing that the dock was recruiting workers to carry cargo, Old Mike walked towards the dock.

Recently he has developed a new habit of not taking the main road but going through alleys whenever possible, even if it means taking a longer route.

He is now afraid of other people's strange looks.

Everyone who passed by looked at him as if he were a monster, which made Old Mike feel like he was stripped naked.

He wore a hat and lowered his head, walking quickly in the remote alleys, afraid that someone would notice his abnormality.

"Wang! Wang!"

A black dog came towards him barking wildly.

Old Mike was startled, and then suddenly felt angry.

Why would a dog target him too?
He was just about to use a kick to let that stupid dog see how powerful he was.

"Coal Ball! Stop!" An anxious voice of a child came from behind the dog.

The black dog called Coal Ball stopped immediately.

Old Mike didn't kick out either.

This dog is well-behaved and can immediately execute the owner's instructions.

There are always some people who don't know how to raise a dog, don't know how to make the dog understand its own status, but accuse the dog of being too stupid and not understanding.

Coal Ball stopped where he was, but still bared his teeth at Old Mike viciously.

The little boy caught up with him, panting, and hit Coal Ball on the head with a wooden stick in his hand. Dog heads are not afraid of being hit, so you can hit them without hesitation when they make mistakes.

"Coal Ball, don't be mean to strangers."

"Woooo..."

"Uncle, are you scared?" the child asked with great concern. "Meigu only looks a little fierce, but he is actually a good dog."

"It's okay." Old Mike waved his hands and lowered his hat, afraid that his appearance would scare the child.

"Uncle, you are a tiefling, right?"

"I……"

"I think tieflings are handsome, but for some reason people don't like them."

Old Mike didn't know what to say. He used to hate Tieflings, and he still does.

"I'll give you this apple as an apology from Coal Ball." The child took out a not-so-fresh apple.

"Thank you, but no, uncle doesn't like apples." Old Mike declined the offer.

"You are welcome!"

The kid ran over and tried to stuff the apple directly into Old Mike's pocket.

“Vanessa! Get out of the way,” a woman who looked like the child’s mother ran over and shouted, “Be careful of danger!”

He said, holding the child behind him, "Go home quickly!"

He walked back with the child and the coal briquettes, looking back vigilantly as he walked, paying attention to Old Mike's movements.

Old Mike was not given any chance to explain.

He pulled his hat down again, looked at the apple covered in dirt on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and picked it up.

Wipe off the dirt on the apple and it will be a clean apple again.

But the dirt on his body couldn't be wiped off.

Old Mike put the apple in his pocket and stopped going to the dock. He decided that if people would react to him with fear, then why not use that fear to their advantage.

Old Mike turned and walked towards home. Today he would spend his last night as a law-abiding citizen. Starting tomorrow, he would be the debt collector Mike.

Go all the way home and calm yourself down at the door. No matter how much pressure you are under, don't bring it to your family.

After a moment, he forced out a warm smile, the kind of "the child's favorite father", and opened the door.

"Welcome home!" The wife greeted him warmly, with a happy smile on her face that she had never seen in these days.

"What's wrong? Is today a special day?"

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, Old Mike asked puzzledly.

"Of course it's special," the wife said, taking out a letter, "I didn't expect you to have the talent to be an actor. Why did you keep it from me? Did you want to give me a surprise?"

"Me, what?"

Old Mike took the letter in confusion. It was a letter from the Drogo Group, inviting him to make a short film. The amount of the remuneration made him think that he was seeing things.

"I will give you the future tuition fees for your two children. The Drogo Group promises to pay for all their study expenses."

In the letter, Drogo wrote sincerely.

This was a job that there was no reason to refuse. Even if it was just a short film shoot, it brought precious hope to old Mike, who was almost penniless.

He can still find a job.

"I knew you would be able to find a job," the wife praised.

"What? I, what, didn't find a job." Old Mike was still playing dumb.

"Come on, are you a liar? Your thoughts are written all over your face. The factory doesn't want people who will become tieflings. The news has already spread in the streets."

Old Mike scratched his head in embarrassment.

The next day.

Old Mike arrived at the Drogo Group on time.

Because he had never been to such a high-end place, he kept shaking his legs nervously.

Shaking my legs didn’t relieve the tension, I just unconsciously looked for something to do.

The clothes he was wearing were his best ones, a formal suit that could barely be considered a dress, which he wore at weddings and attended important occasions. This was the second time he was wearing it.

"Hello, are you Mr. Mike?" A girl with outstanding appearance, wearing a Drogo Group uniform, walked up to old Mike and asked politely.

"Yes."

Old Mike didn't quite know where to look.

He felt that the girl in front of him should be not much different from the star in The Phantom Flame.

I don't know why, but I was assigned to the first floor to greet people coming and going for registration.

He certainly didn't understand that there's a huge gap between looking good and looking good in photos.

Moreover, there is no beauty function in Magic Shadow. If you want to become a star just by your looks, you need to be more than just beautiful.

Old Mike followed to the filming location, a room that looked very much like an ordinary home.

However, there is lighting technology in operation at several angles, making the room look unusually bright.

"Hello, Mr. Mike, I'm Drogo."

Old Mike had never shaken Long's hand, and it felt a bit like a chicken's claw.

"I am." He said in an awkward voice.

"Don't be nervous. Today's filming task is very simple. You just need to answer some questions and talk about your life experience after the magic video machine incident."

"Uh, real feelings?"

"Hahaha," Drogo laughed. "Of course not."

After saying that, he took out a script.

"Can you read?"

"almost."

"That's good. Answer the questions according to the script. You don't have to memorize it completely. The words here are a bit too literal. Just keep the meaning basically the same."

Drogo introduced.

"Oh, okay." Old Mike took the script. He did not learn to read in elementary school, but learned it after he became an adult. He did not read books normally, so he was a little unfamiliar with the script, but he could barely understand it.

He understood the gist of the script.

To sum up, although the magic viewer incident caused a lot of negative effects, they all persevered and now their lives have returned to normal. They are not afraid of the magic viewer and still watch it every day. The so-called Mammon cult is just a bluff. Even if he is turned into a tiefling, he will not surrender.

It’s definitely not a real feeling.

"Isn't this a lie?" Old Mike said casually.

He regretted it as soon as he said it. It didn't matter whether it was a lie or not. What mattered was that his child's tuition and filming remuneration were about to be lost.

Old Mike wanted to slap himself twice for not being able to control his words.

"I, I, didn't mean that."

"It's okay. It's normal to think it's a lie."

Drogo didn't blame Old Mike because he was indeed lying.

"But this is a white lie. In order to help Twin Towers City return to normal quickly, the current Magic Vision Machine is fine. Of course, there is no need to be afraid. If you say this, everyone will know that everything is fine after listening to you. In short, everything is for everyone."

"Really?" Old Mike felt something was a little strange. "Is the Mammon cult really not a problem anymore?"

From that day on, the Magic Video Camera in his home was never turned on again and was even sealed in a box, because he had spent a lot of money on it and was reluctant to throw it away.

"No, believe me," Drogo said with a sincere look in his eyes. "Take a look at the next page of your script. You need to bring up the topic of how the Drogo Group caught the culprit of the incident."

Old Mike looked at the script.

"The word on the street is that the demon responsible for this incident has been captured and executed."

That’s what’s written in the script.

"It hasn't been spread on the street." Old Mike pointed out the doubts again.

"It doesn't matter. It will start spreading soon."

After saying this, Drogo called the costume team and said, "Change his clothes so that he looks more like a worker. He looks like someone who is in a hurry to get married."

The filming did not go smoothly. Old Mike was very nervous in front of the camera. Not only did he make a lot of small movements, but he also spoke involuntarily in a staccato state.

A single-scene dialogue of less than ten minutes took nearly a whole day to shoot.

"Well done." Drogo praised after the work was done.

For someone who is a complete amateur and has never been exposed to acting, being able to achieve this is already acceptable.

“My child’s tuition fees won’t be taken back, right?”

Old Mike also knew that there was something wrong with his performance, so he asked nervously.

"Oh, of course, no, relax, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Drogo said politely.

I didn't expect Old Mike to actually respond.

“I wonder if you can help those who have become tieflings. Most of them have a hard time living now,” said Old Mike.

He has seen too many people with the same experience in mutual aid groups recently.

They don't have the opportunity to appear in short films, and may be forced to take the path of crime.

Seeing that Drogo was slow to respond, Old Mike said, "I am asking too much."

"No," Drogo said after a moment's silence. "This is what I should do."

During the silence just now, Drogo instinctively began to calculate whether it was worthwhile to help the tieflings.

I calculated so much that I ended up laughing at myself.

If he doesn't shoulder some of the social responsibilities, should the poor be left to help the world?
Besides, in a more stable society, the Drogo Group will never lose out.

"Yes, that's what I should do."

Drogo affirmed again.

(End of this chapter)