Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 56 Work Arrangement

Back in his treehouse in the demiplane, Loren began to plan the sale of this batch of low-quality magic crystal ore.

If we can't afford to eat it right now, and it's just sitting there anyway, we might as well convert it into cash.

If they haven't left by the end of the month, shouldn't I pay them?

As the energy source of the federal city system, magic crystals of any quality are always in high demand.

The most common method, of course, is to sell them to a crystal processing factory for further processing.

The other party possesses the latest technology, which can efficiently process ore into low-quality magic crystal blocks with standardized energy.

In addition, its daily throughput is so large that it basically receives as much as it can handle.

The only difference is that the profits need to be taxed, and the source of the minerals needs to be registered as well.

The problem is that the Loren mine was stolen.

There's another guy above us, whose fate is uncertain; it's clearly not a good time to show ourselves.

Then there's only the second option: crush it into granules, turn it into magic crystal gravel, and then sell it on the black market by weight.

This approach will result in a loss of some energy density, but it is versatile enough.

Selling raw ore directly is definitely not an option; it would attract unwanted attention.

"But I'm not familiar with the black market here, and I don't have anyone to guide me."

Loren was annoyed. That's the downside of cities; every place has its own order and unspoken rules, and it's difficult for newcomers like him to get involved.

"But old Aaron is an option; he's most likely a well-known good guy in the downtown area."

Loren quickly found a breakthrough.

Based on what he had seen before, and the extent of the old man's familiarity and respect in the lower city, he was certain that with the old man's recommendation, he could get in.

Even though the old man hadn't frequented the black market before, there probably weren't many people in the lower city who hadn't received his favors.

People who operate in a gray area tend to respect neutral and kind individuals like Aaron Kwok.

Because he is both your elder and one of the few people who will treat you without asking why after you are injured.

"Let's think of a way tomorrow to try and ask him for help."

Having made up his mind, Loren began his practice for the night.

The next day.

As usual, Loren arrived at the zoo entrance around 8 a.m., where Isa was still waiting for him.

"Good morning, Loren, oh no, Mr. Spark."

Isa greeted Loren first, using the stage name that Loren and Morris had previously discussed.

"Am I about to officially start performing in the theater?"

Loren raised an eyebrow and asked.

Didn't they say it would be a week later? This change is too fast.

"No, because the previous air show was very successful, and these two days are the weekend, so the crowds are quite large."

"So the higher-ups hope that, when you don't take leave, the weekend air show can be held regularly, during the midday period. You can decide the specific time yourself."

Isha explained, paused, and then continued,
"As compensation, the previous agreement that the appearance time should be no less than four hours per week has been cancelled."

"For every two hours you appear at an outdoor venue, you will receive one hour of free leave. Once you have accumulated eight hours, you can take a paid day off."

"This holiday can be accumulated and will not be cleared at the end of the month or the end of the year."

"Tsk, that's interesting."

As Loren listened to Isa's story, he began to calculate his own vacation.

After all, he was already on a five-day work week with two days off. If he worked two more days in the field, he would get an extra day off, making it a four-day work week with three days off.

With the nascent Magic Crystal Heart assisting me, I can learn the Dragon's Legacy even while lying outside. "So, the theater performances will be a regular Saturday and Sunday show from now on? After all, I perform twice a week, right?"

Loren asked quickly, and Isa nodded in response.
"If you didn't take time off on Saturday and Sunday, then that's it."

"Okay, I accept. What's for breakfast today?"

Loren asked casually.

"Oh, it's from a nearby farm. I heard that after the dragon arrived at the museum, they donated fresh mutton."

"The weight is still 200 pounds, and the first meal will still be cooked food, which should already be ready."

"Would you like to go to the cafeteria to get it yourself, or wait a while and have someone bring it to you?"

"Never mind, I'll just go get it myself. It'll save my colleague some trouble by washing one less car."

Loren made a casual joke, glanced at Isha, and then casually asked,
Do you still need the skill of flight?

Isha was momentarily embarrassed; clearly, the red dragon had done it on purpose last time. But considering the convenience of flight, she still stubbornly spoke up.
"Thank you for your help. The flight spell is very useful."

Loren then took another picture of her, and also took one of himself.

The two parted ways, and Loren flew alone toward the dining hall.

Beside the stone steps at the entrance of the canteen, Giovanni, the meat and vegetable cook, sat there with a cigarette in his mouth, confidently waiting for the food delivery truck to arrive.

Many years ago, he was also a chef with dreams.

It wasn't until later that he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Miss Rosemary turning her head.

She is a salad chef at the Emerald Leaf Zoo, with seaweed-like hair and deep green eyes like a lake.

Because of the zoo's predominantly druid population, Giovanni's meat and vegetable stall always had the most leftovers, and the work was becoming increasingly scarce.

Fortunately, he never felt lonely. He often slipped away to the vegetable section next door to help Miss Rosemary chop vegetables and season the dishes.

As time went on, he actually won her over.

With a relaxed job and a happy marriage, Giovanni should have asked for nothing more.

But when the night is quiet, he will occasionally stare blankly at the starry sky.

Did I ever really have the idea of ​​bringing smiles to people's faces through cooking, through delicious and wonderful meats?
He thought maybe not, but Loren showed up at the zoo as an employee.

His superiors made a request: two hundred pounds of pure meat to feed a red dragon, a true dragon and an absolute superior race.

For now, let him cook alone. If he finds it too much trouble, you can hire two apprentices to help.

When the request was submitted, Giovanni did not find it difficult; instead, he felt an indescribable excitement.

He refused help from others and cooked all the meat and vegetables for yesterday by himself.

Not only that, he even saw the red dragon in the cafeteria that night, the red dragon that brought him the first time he cleared out his plate in his culinary career.

The other party neither praised him nor belittled him, and did not even comment on his dishes.

But all the emotions brew and erupt between the diners and the chef, in the tacit understanding of continuously serving food and enjoying the meal.

They are true friends!
This is the bond between their diners and chefs!
At that moment, Giovanni saw the figure of his confidant approaching.

"You couldn't wait to come and get it yourself, could you?!"

Facing the red-haired youth, Giovanni's face revealed a long-lost confident smile.

　This is the first time so many people have been reading my story. I hesitated for a long time before posting this chapter.

　　I always feel that my daily life writing is not interesting enough, but it feels awkward to force jokes in.

　　If you think this is too weak, I apologize in advance, but I still hope you'll continue reading. Thank you, everyone.

　　I remain committed to creating a fantastical and chaotic alternate world where some people must exert every effort to survive, while others enjoy a smooth and carefree life, each living their life within their own logic and world. Thank you for your understanding, dear readers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)