Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

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Chapter 822 I have another plan!

As the magnificent music began, the monsters in the entire bar fell silent.

They looked up abruptly, staring incredulously at the musical notes in the air.

Amidst the incomprehensible hymns, the initially anxious and negative emotions of the Dream Interruption Troupe gradually subsided.

"Of course I know why the Dream Theatre became the Nightmare Theatre."

Yan Huan, holding the sheet music, conducted the automatic orchestra in the corner:

"But don't worry, this is a modified version of [Harmony Song] by a certain chicken-wing boy, specially designed to clean the garbage in your brains."

Yan Huan said seriously:

"We're already calling it the Dream Bar, so if we encounter any more customers who aren't quite right in the head, there's no need for us to be subservient."

"Just throw it out and that's it!"

"Throw it out?" Little Star squinted:

"You make it sound nice, but if we really act that roughly, the negative news will spread among the guests very quickly."

"At that point, the bar's business will only get worse and worse."

"No, no, no, I will install surveillance cameras throughout the bar later."

Yan Huan is confident:

"If any similar disputes arise, and it's the guest's problem, just kick them out."

“It’s not that kind of question.” Little Star gazed at Yan:

"Even if it's the guests' fault, so what?"

"Humans will only see us disobeying orders, rebelling, and behaving badly..."

"From beginning to end, the Dream Theatre is nothing more than a dream tool created by you humans."

"Aside from serving guests, there are no personal rights whatsoever."

"Well, now we have it."

"You think it's something just because you say so?"

"I am a shareholder."

"..."

Yan Huan looked at the others:

"Do you have any other questions?"

"If there's nothing wrong, your security team can go and kill the Memory Domain Memoirs first."

"Wait a minute." March 7th suddenly interrupted Yan Huan:

"I noticed it the first time I came to this bar."

"Generally speaking, the task of clearing out memory domain memes is handled by members of the family, right?"

"But why are there still so many memes around this bar? And why are we even required to clean them up ourselves?"

"Because this place is too deep, and the hound breeds are mostly located in the city center." Yan Huan shrugged.

"But it's no big deal. These guys are so strong, killing a Memory Realm Meme would be a piece of cake for them."

"You're making it sound nice."

Little Star retorted again:

"Humans can be forced back to reality when they encounter danger in their dreams, but what about us?"

“If we get hurt, it’s the real deal; you’re still using us.”

"well said."

Immediately, Yan Huan changed to a pink sheet of music and had the automatic orchestra play it.

This is not a hymn of harmony, but rather another tranquil and gentle melody.

Pale pink musical notes floated in the air and fell into the bodies of these Dream Theater monsters.

Their injuries miraculously began to heal.

“Since they are employees, the company has an obligation to provide assistance.”

Yan Huan stood on a stool and announced:

"Now you can work without any worries. If you keep babbling, I'll tear your mouths apart!"

"Manager~" The little black spade monster flew to Yan Huan's side again, grinning mischievously:

“Here in our area, Little Star talks the most.”

"I think he just wants to replace you."

"Do you think... we should teach him a lesson?"

"Makes sense."

Yan Huan immediately pulled out a pistol:

"I'll castrate you first, so you can be a proper eunuch."

Spades: "..."

"In short, the security team went to Danheng to collect the weapons and set off immediately."

"I'm going to make some purchases now."

After Tin Man, Little Star, and Melancholy went to Danheng to get the automatic rifles, rocket launchers, and grenades, Yan Huan and March 7th also opened their online shopping apps.

"Billboards are definitely necessary."

Yan Huan pointed to the tablet and said to March 7th:

"Although these billboards can advertise themselves, their movement distance is limited. Billboards that can be moved over long distances are too expensive and not cost-effective."

"Let's buy two." March 7th sat next to Yan Huan, both staring at the tablet.

"One is placed at a more distant intersection, and the other is placed closer."

“I saw people attracted by the billboards on the road near the Red TV station, so I brought them over.”

"Row."

Shu Weng's bar account has very few credit points, in fact, very few.

The three train crew members originally wanted to buy things out of their own pockets, but Shu Weng refused by sending a message.

"After buying the billboards, we'll still have 120,000 credits," March 7 muttered, pulling out a calculator.

"I don't know if I can make it through this month."

As soon as he finished speaking, two billboards appeared in the bar.

"Wow, this delivery is incredibly fast!" exclaimed March 7th. "Did they belong to Cao Cao?"

"That's efficiency." Yan Huan continued browsing the shopping page:

"Let's see what else we need to buy."

“Collecting money is an art. Wouldn’t it be too crowded if guests paid at the bar? Let’s buy a table and let Spade sit there to collect money.”

"Wow, wow!"

The little black spade monster quickly floated between the two, reached out, and started picking things up and down on the tablet:

“I used to be a croupier, so I’m very sensitive to money. Let me pick a good cashier.”

"Okay, this is it!"

The moment Spade pressed the purchase button, a cashier quickly appeared in the center of the bar.

"..."

Yan Huan and San Yueqi exchanged glances and it seemed there was indeed no problem.

Just as the two were thinking about buying another freezer, Yan Huan suddenly narrowed her eyes:

"Wait, how come there are only 8,000 credits in the account?"

"Damn!" March 7th's pinkish-blue eyes widened. "This guy bought a cash register that cost us 112,000!"

"???" A big question mark appeared above Yan Huan's head:

"Why is the cash register so expensive?"

"Hehe," Spade chuckled.

"Manager, please look closely, I purchased an automated checkout counter."

"In other words, with this, you won't need me sitting there anymore, saving you a lot of manpower!"

"..."

"You are fired."

"boom--!!"

The bar closed its doors, shutting the little Spade Monster outside.

"..."

Inside the bar, March 7th was very anxious:

"Damn, can I return this thing?"

"It went crazy and spent so much money just to buy an automatic checkout, and now it only has eight thousand yuan left. What can it buy now?"

"No refunds." Yan Huan pointed to the small print in the lower right corner of the shopping platform: "Dream items, once sold, cannot be returned or exchanged."