I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"I'm made of iron, you can't coax me. Go find your blood demon lover!"

"Look how impatient you are. I was just saying it to the kids."

"There are no children in the city! There are plenty of scum like you!"

"I'm sorry, Ai, I shouldn't have said that. Tell me how much compensation you should receive."

"Don't try to fool me. I don't want any compensation!"

"So you don't want a share of the profits from this big order either?"

"You dare! How much did you make?"

Immediately, she grabbed Du Jue by the collar, questioning him aggressively. She was also surprised to see the transfer records on Du Jue's communicator.

"So much money? You got this big deal from a firm?!"

Before A could even examine the transfer details, Du Jue immediately put away his communicator and smiled at her, bringing her back to her senses.

"Hmph, if you weren't going to give me my share of the money, I would have left long ago. Nobody can stand someone like you!"

With his arms crossed, Du Jue was too lazy to argue with Du Jue. However, the ring on the screen suddenly turned bright red, and Du Jue immediately realized that an enemy was approaching and turned around nervously.

Approaching them was the familiar gold-rimmed bespectacled messenger. She seemed to recognize Du Jue as well, and casually raised her hand in greeting.

There were more instructions, but given his talent for empty instructions, he certainly wasn't coming to find me.

Du Jue immediately became vigilant and prepared for battle at any time. You should know that the instructions given by this group of lunatics are varied and unpredictable, and eating cake is already a very mild and ordinary one.

“Park Hye, right here? Don’t be nervous. This is an order for Park Hye.”

77

Chapter 77 Vending Machines.

"To Park Hye, please come with me and become an ascetic of the command."

The index finger messenger bowed politely, but Du Jue knew that these guys would not hesitate to take action against anyone who clearly ignored their orders.

Faced with the sudden order, Park Hoi and Park Hye were both clearly bewildered, with Park Hye even retreating in fear and hesitation.

"Where are you taking my sister?!"

"I'm sorry, this is confidential to outsiders, but please rest assured that we take good care of our comrades, after all, this is the order."

The messenger adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and answered Park's questions gently, but his hand was already on the hilt of his rapier.

Upon seeing this, Du Jue immediately stood aside, ready to push the messenger's sword back at any moment.

He finally managed to rescue them; he can't let them die again because of something like this.

"It's okay, don't be foolish, I won't do anything stupid."

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Park Hye quickly tried to smooth things over. She glanced back at her sister, Park Hye, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted her teeth and said...

"I have no problem with that, but you can't force my sister!"

"Hmm, the instructions have already clearly shown me how to make contact."

Setting down his sword, the messenger strode up to Park Hye, took her hand, and led her away. Park Hye only showed a conflicted expression and did not resist at all.

After the two left, Park Hui squatted down and rubbed his temples. When he saw Du Jue's puzzled look, he finally spoke up to explain.

"There's no other way. I've really bleed money this time and I'm broke now. At least Shizhi is a star in the city, so at least I can invite her to become a full member and I won't go hungry."

"Thanks, brother."

Park Hoi was clearly not as calm as she said, and she lowered her head, deep in thought, as she said goodbye to Du Jue.

Only now has Du Jue had time to contact Olga.

"You're so reliable! You took the person away quietly, and you even got the money!"

"Yes, more than we agreed before."

"Nonsense, you handled all the intelligence and key operations, and now it's like I and Polly are just riding on your coattails!"

"You can't say that. I was discovered before, and it was thanks to you guys that the enemy was drawn away."

"When? Holy crap, that figure charging straight at the Scavenger wave was you! I knew it was some lunatic, you're risking your life for these jobs?!"

"Because I want to make something of myself."

The other side paused for a moment.

"Alright, alright, no wonder you're always in such a rush. You'll get the lion's share of the credit. I'll apply for a fifth-tier finishing person promotion for you in the name of the firm."

"However, I must remind you that starting from the fifth-tier finisher, the association's review standards will become stricter. There have been cases before where people have paid to boost their commission achievements, so don't do anything out of line."

"Of course, I wouldn't joke about my future."

"Alright, alright, buy me drinks tonight! You've made so much money, aren't you going to share it?"

The person next to him became alert, and the monitor stared at Du Jue with hostility.

"Let's do it another day. I mainly need to take care of some gang matters. After all, my friend provided the information about Smiling Face, and I need to settle his payment with him."

"Anyway, you can't avoid me buying you drinks now. I'll ask again tomorrow."

Du Jue breathed a sigh of relief before hanging up the call, then looked at the still-angry Du Jue in front of him.

"Oh, we're really close. Anyway, you can't escape it now. I'll ask again tomorrow."

"Wow, you have so many friends. You definitely don't need me."

Hearing these sarcastic remarks, Du Jue could only helplessly transfer some money to her, realizing that most of what he had spent seemed to be Park Hui's fortune.

Sigh, things in the city are so complicated, like a tangled ball of yarn that's impossible to untangle.

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, Du Jue finally found a deserted alley to contact Xiao Mian.

"Hello."

Hey!

Du Jue turned around in shock, thinking some demons or monsters had come knocking, but when she looked up, she found a vending machine sitting in the garbage dump at the end of the alley, facing the wall and emitting a soft light.

"What are you?"

“My name is Brandon. I’m a customer service representative specially created to address low customer satisfaction and high vending machine damage rates. My personality chip is inserted into this.”

"Are you crazy?! Did you end up working for a shady company?"

"Uh, no, this is a job I finally found. The recent beast tide ate my old factory owner. Although I'm quite happy, I'm now unemployed."

"Dude, do you get a commission on sales from vending machines?"

"Of course, I'm very grateful to the company. After all, why would a vending machine need customer service? Isn't that strange?"

Du Jue casually ordered a dozen drinks and paid, but when he squatted down, he saw that they were pepper-flavored carbonated soda.

How can I drink this?!

"Oh! Guest, thank you so much for your patronage. May I ask if you could do me a small favor?"

"Go ahead and say it, I'm just bored out of my mind right now."

“I was moved here by some grumpy customers, so much so that the company staff didn’t even notice me when they came to inspect me regularly. Could you please move me out again? I would be very grateful.”

Unexpectedly, the most talkative thing he had ever seen in the city was a vending machine.

Set the pepper soda aside and easily move the vending machine out.

"Speaking of which, how are you going to reduce the damage rate of vending machines? Are you going to try to reason with those idiots?"

"I can tell jokes, please allow me to tell you one."

"alright."

"I tried a new weight loss app that promised a money-back guarantee within 30 days, and I ended up losing weight because I didn't dare to eat for 30 days."

"Haha, see you next time."

"Dear guest, see you next time!"

I forced a smile, thinking the customer service was completely useless, and went back into the depths of the alley to start contacting Smiling Face again.

"Hey, looks like you've found a safe place to take refuge. Du Jue, you're really quick on your feet."

"Stop talking nonsense, Lao Wang. I just killed that idiot Wim and I'm here to ask you for an advance on my payment."

His nonchalant tone silenced Old Wang.

"It's only been less than half a day since we parted ways, Brother Du Jue seems to be unfathomable. It's a waste of your talent to come to our Xiaomian."

"Oh right, you're here to learn our knife skills. Well then, our big operation is almost complete, it's time to provide some inspiration for your cooking."

"But I also have to remind you, Du Jue, that you're a bit too conspicuous. There's no rule in the city that only gangs can raid agencies. A lot of people who want to be famous might be eyeing you, including gangs, you understand?"

Du Jue raised an eyebrow and immediately understood what Lao Wang meant.

It's not that the tallest tree in the forest catches the wind; it's just that people who want to be famous will target those who are already famous. Many people want to use someone like him, who suddenly appears, as a stepping stone.

"I have my own considerations. There's another matter I wanted to discuss with you. I'd like to use the channels of Smiling and Vision Agency to buy some information, is that possible?"

"Of course, no problem. After all, you're already a member of the Smiling Faces, and a monk at that. But would you mind telling me whose information you need?"

"I can't disclose that."

[Use a coin toss to predict whether it will rain today; heads means it will rain.]

Avoid giving instructions and then tossing a coin; instead, hold it on the back of your hand and open it to see if it's tails.

Looking at the clear sky, he felt that the talent for commanding people in the city was simply a divine skill, making it incredibly easy to find someone.

I need to understand my own situation as soon as possible!

78

Chapter 78 Urban Mental Illness.

Arloko, with three round lights of green, yellow, and red arranged horizontally on his head, looked at the tablet in his palm that was shimmering faintly, and then looked up triumphantly at his other two companions.

The Aloko file on the desktop clearly states the rank of a fourth-tier finisher and the identity of the representative of the Vision Agency.

"Haha, you lost to me!"

The petite Darroch, wearing a pink fluorescent white jacket, waved her oversized sleeves in dissatisfaction. She had seven cameras of various styles on her head, making it seem as if she were a camera that had come to life.

Darroch's cameras all turned to Aloko and began questioning him.

"Is that smoke? How come we can't see the battle inside at all? We can't even see the outlines of Wim and Dujue with infrared."

"How could an unknown guy actually kill the Ring Master? Aloko, did you cheat? What's the background of this 'Du Jue' guy?"

Bono, who was maintaining his four mechanical tentacles, sighed somewhat uneasily and then complained to the two who were settling the score.

"You shouldn't always bet on customer privacy; that's not a good idea."

Darroch simply rolled his eyes at all the cameras, clearly disdainful of Bono's caution.

"Hey, Aloko, the Smiling Man is over to say hello. Shall we keep in touch?"

Aloko snatched the money from Darroch and gave the order.

"Of course, money is earned little by little. Besides, we're not the ones being retaliated against by the Ring. Bring us here!"

A densely populated commercial area.

Without being wary, I entered a private room at a hotel and ordered a table of dishes by myself.

"Vision Agency? I need information on the senior executives of Company K, preferably as complete as possible."

"Are you serious? To actually issue a commission regarding the Wings of the World? That's a bit of a pipe dream."

"Can't you even get something as simple as just your picture and name?"

"No one has ever made such a strange and simple request. Perhaps it is extremely difficult to find out the whereabouts of the World Wings' executives, but this level of difficulty is simply too easy."

The traffic light on Aloko's head kept flashing, leaving him bewildered about how to resolve this bizarre request.

“This level of engagement is far too inappropriate for our firm’s level.”

"I can pay more, but my time is valuable. Is that possible or not?"