I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"It's like this, K Company's recycled products have attracted too much covetousness, and our department recently lost a considerable number of high-concentration products, so we would like to ask for your help in recovering them."

"Doesn't WorldWing have forbidden hunters? Why are you calling me a fifth-tier finisher? Doesn't the theft of such a core product count as breaking a taboo?"

Such a sudden request should be met with some caution and vigilance, after all, there's no such thing as a free lunch in the city.

Being a wrapper isn't just about blindly completing a task; if you encounter a clause that's deliberately designed to trap you, you could end up with nothing.

“It’s simple. We’ve already located the thieves and need a capable person to handle the cleanup. But we can’t go through the company’s procedures because the lost goods have already been reported as damage.”

"It would be a waste to hire a firm for this kind of thing, and those high-level finishing touchers probably wouldn't even look at such a small job. You are a very suitable candidate."

Hey!

Does this mean he's good quality and inexpensive?

Moreover, K Company has a serious corruption problem. It's obvious that they want to secretly store a batch of goods without telling their superiors. So, the so-called formal employment by K Company is probably just empty talk.

"Sure, when?"

"Our investigation is nearing completion, and we should be able to contact you in about two or three days to issue you a formal commission."

After talking for so long, the commission still wasn't even released. I didn't want to waste time with this cowardly guy, so I just dealt with him and hung up the communicator.

[Shamisen: Don Quixote [213 million views] So the order also harbors a heart to save the city! I'll use this commission fee to lend a hand to the city girl!!! Roland [10 views] Hey, this guy just wants to scam money, right? And someone actually believed him? Sinclair [10 views] Do you know the whereabouts of Lead Grey Symphony?!]

It seems that increasing the amount is very effective. There are far fewer messy problems now, and I no longer have to happily watch the account balance after the live streaming platform takes its cut. I feel that the shamisen tool is very valuable!

[To Don Quixote: This is a chivalrous act! Urban Girl approves! To Roland: Go eat your scallion pancakes. To Sinclair: I know.]

He decided to avoid typing rapidly while walking back to the office. Today, he planned to complete a large number of cases to prevent the association from using his qualifications as leverage for his future promotion.

"I'm sorry, but because it involves the Alliance Company, this commission must be rated at least as an urban legend, and your money is simply not enough."

"I don't have that much money at all. This isn't about asking you to kill people from the Alliance Company. Besides, this is a matter of life and death!"

The girl with short hair covered in fruit hair clips scratched her hair in frustration, and stomped her foot in annoyance, shaking the letters and butterfly brooches on her Crocs off the ground.

Du Jue bent down to pick up the butterfly brooch, looked at the girl's anxious face, and gestured to the receptionist to do it himself.

"What commission?"

"Who are you?"

Duo Mo frowned and turned to look at Du Jue. She was so frightened by the sight of him covered in bandages that she took a few steps back. However, she still felt a little favorably towards him when she caught a glimpse of the butterfly brooch that Du Jue was handing back.

"The fifth-tier finisher, Wen Duo."

Upon hearing this, Duomo's eyes lit up and she immediately rushed over, excitedly grabbing Du Jue's arm.

"A friend of mine was taken away by people from the Alliance Company! If it hadn't been any later, he would have been totaled!"

"This is all the money that I and the others could scrape together!"

Duo Mo held a wallet in both hands, which was mostly filled with loose change. Her face showed impatience and embarrassment. She only noticed the gazes of others before dejectedly putting away her wallet. She didn't even bother to beg Du to stop, since a fifth-tier finisher must be very expensive.

"Name, location, and submit the request at the front desk."

Du Jue chuckled and pulled the little girl's shoulder, turning her over to face the surprised and puzzled girl.

Screw punk city!

Du Jue doesn't care whether he has enough money or not; he only cares about whether he wants to!

“I followed the recycling truck there earlier, to the nearest repair station! His name is Brandon, and he's a vending machine!”

"But don't get me wrong, he was a real person! He even bought us drinks!"

Suddenly, Du Jue remembered the vending machine worker who had told her jokes before. Without even listening to Duo Mo's thanks, she stormed out in a fit of anger.

Even though it was only a brief encounter, this optimistic guy with the personality chip inserted into the vending machine still left a deep impression on Du Jue.

It's impossible for a bunch of rotten people to live in the city while normal people die!

Alliance company repair stations.

"Repair services are only provided upon presentation of an insurance policy. We only support legitimate prosthetic bodies sold by Alliance Company. Don't bring your guns here and ask me if you can increase their power! We do not provide illegal modification services!"

The four-meter-wide shop space is limited, with most of it occupied by the glass display case of prosthetic body parts at the front desk. Next to it is an iron door leading to the repair room. It is not advisable to slam the counter and startle the frizzy-haired repairman who was wiping the machine oil off his hands.

"What do you think you're doing?! This area has been added to the neighborhood watch protection list! If you're a local, you'd better think twice."

"I'm Wen Duo, the one who cleans up. Where is Brandon?"

"Um, why do you need a machine?"

The man with the afro relaxed somewhat, but still kept his eyes fixed on Du Jue, fearing that the other party might suddenly hurt him.

"Saving people is that simple."

“That’s company property! And that’s not a person, it’s just a pre-programmed sequence of events.”

"How is this possible?! I can't even tell if Brandon is human!"

Du Jue angrily reached out and grabbed the afro-haired man who was trying to back away, dragging him out of the counter. The afro-haired man immediately begged for mercy.

"That's inhuman! Who would install a personality chip in a vending machine just to add a dispensable customer service representative?"

"You really think I'm a fool?! If it were just company policy, would they be buying everyone free drinks right now?! You need to understand, I'm Wen Duo, the fifth-level finisher."

The man with the afro who had just looked innocent suddenly cursed under his breath, deflated like a punctured balloon, and pointed obsequiously toward the iron gate before answering.

"Brandon is inside, about to be scrapped. The company canceled the human customer service program because he gave people free drinks."

"The company's original idea was to enable customer service to handle all aspects of the process, from purchasing beverages and replenishing energy to self-repair and selling, by contacting various distributors, so that the vending machine could make money automatically without much attention from management."

"But later we found that the customer service staff had too much power. Now they dare to give away products for free, and in the future they will dare to lie about sales figures, so the higher-ups were not satisfied."

Do not coldly slam your afro onto the counter, causing the other person to clutch their chest and crouch down in pain.

Grasp the brass knuckles, and prevent yourself from smashing the iron lock with a single punch. Once you open the iron gate, there's that familiar vending machine.

103

Chapter 103 Peripherals.

"Hey, long time no see. I've never asked your name before."

The vending machine's large screen flickered and displayed a smiling face, leaving Du Jue completely baffled as to why the machine could still smile.

"You're about to die and you're still laughing. You must regret joining the company now."

"Well, I don't want to spoil your fun, but I don't actually have too many regrets."

"Dude, you're about to be scrapped by someone else, and you're still being stubborn and saying you don't regret it!"

Looking at the thick cable on the side of the vending machine, which was directly connected to a laptop on the desktop, it seemed to be uploading data from the vending machine, suggesting that it would probably be destroyed soon.

“I worked in a processing plant for several years before, and my arms and right leg were replaced with prosthetics. I can remember that dark time in the factory. Once the daily production volume was reached, the number would increase the next day.”

"It wasn't that I found a new job later, but that I couldn't afford to maintain my prosthetic body and owed money to the Alliance Company. I said that before because I wanted to save face."

"They originally said I was very adaptable to prosthetics and could join the company's debt collection team, so I took out a loan to have full-body prosthetic modifications. Unfortunately, the new technology experiment failed, and I was reassigned to customer service."

"But at least during this time I felt like I was in control of my life. I wasn't a dispensable machine, nor a replaceable part, but a good customer service representative who could provide free drinks to my friends."

"Can you understand? I only made three friends in my life recently. Apart from that, I have never received recognition. All I have experienced is failure and inadequacy."

Click.

Without hesitation, Du Jue unplugged the power cord and carefully lifted Brandon onto the trolley next to him.

"Don't do this. Maybe I should just die. After all, no one will hire me if I'm like this."

"Your friend asked me to rescue you. My name is Wen Duo."

"Thank you for listening to my jokes before. Would you like another one?"

Why do I feel so vulnerable to my disguise as a henchman and a gang member? Even a vending machine can see through it.

The reason he avoids separating these two identities is twofold: first, to prevent enemies from coming after him, and second, to avoid his intentions to get a job and a promotion being discovered. If the latter were exposed, it would likely be a devastating blow to his career.

Perhaps the strange idea of ​​becoming stronger through working is something almost no one would think of elsewhere, but this is a city, and it doesn't need one more anomaly like him.

"I'm wrapped in bandages now, and I've even changed my clothes and hairstyle. How did you recognize me? Was it an iris scan?"

"Because you are the only one who, in the second sentence upon meeting me, would care about the safety of the personality chip inserted into a mere beverage vending machine."

"Even though this is only the second time we've met, I'm so happy to have such a unique friend. Are we friends?"

"That's right if you say so."

Avoid struggling to move the cart out of the narrow repair room; the man with the afro next to him hesitates to speak.

The sound of a car engine suddenly came from outside, which made the man with the afro change his expression slightly. Du Jue glanced at the guy and put down the cart warily, suspecting that the other party had called for reinforcements.

"Hey, I'm here to pick up some goods. I'm waiting for this chip to start up the boxing robot!"

"I heard this guy is from the company's debt collection team, he must be a good fighter, but he can't be worse than the Gladiator Gang."

Two burly men wearing armbands got off the large truck loaded with steel plates and started yelling at the timid man with the afro.

Looking at the two people blocking the entrance to the repair shop, Du Jue finally understood why this guy had lied earlier. It turned out he had sold the personality chip that was about to be scrapped!

"Are you the neighborhood watchmen for this area? I've never seen you before."

Du Jue looked curiously at the two men's armbands, which didn't have any organizational symbols printed on them, but rather rows of street and house numbers. This was probably a tacit way of dividing up territory in the neighborhood watch.

After all, they are very different from ordinary gangs; they come together mainly to help each other resist external enemies.

The two looked at Du Jue with suspicion, and the man with the afro next to him quickly explained, trying his best to avoid a conflict between them and causing trouble for him.

"A fifth-tier finisher?!"

Instead of resorting to violence as Du Jue had imagined, the two even warmly inquired about Du Jue's address and, after confirming it, invited him to join the neighborhood watch.

"Well, as you know, our neighborhood watch is a loosely organized voluntary organization. I don't know about other places, but here we have a meeting at the end of each month, and if someone moves in, the neighbors will notify us."

"Usually, a person in charge is assigned to each building or street. I heard that the building you live in was requisitioned by stray dogs, wasn't it?"

Du Jue now understands; it turns out that his previous involvement in gangs scared people away.

"Okay, let me join now. I'm going to stay here for a while anyway."

"No problem, let's exchange contact information. It's great to have a skilled cleaner living here."

While waiting for them to contact him, Du Jue had already pushed the melancholy Brandon out. He looked at the vending machine displaying beverage advertisements and then at the truck next to him.

"Hey buddy, can I use your truck to transport some goods?"

"No problem, everyone in the neighborhood has no objections. By the way, are you coming to the bonfire party this month?"

Congratulations on joining Neighborhood Watch!

[Gained the talent for part-time jobs: Night Watcher]

[Description: Night is the end of one day and the beginning of another.]

[Result: Your night vision ability has been significantly improved]

squeak! ! !

Du Jue's enhanced eyesight and superior physical abilities allowed him to drive the truck with the wildness of a race car. Even the two experienced drivers hurriedly jumped out of the truck and ran to the trash can to vomit.

Du Jue jumped down excitedly, but when he saw the tire tracks left by the drifting and parking on the ground, he immediately came to his senses and hoped that Olga wouldn't find out, after all, this was in front of the Molar Dental Clinic.

"Um, we've already set you as the person in charge, um, we'll contact you when the time comes."

They helped to remove the vending machine and quickly drove away.

Congratulations on your promotion to Neighborhood Watch!

[Obtained work item: Eye Veil]

[Description: Blind in appearance but not in spirit]

[Effect: When you equip this black eye veil, you can see even with your eyes closed, and your dynamic vision is greatly improved.]

The purpose of this thing is a bit unclear, but Du Jue still carefully put on the black eye veil. When he closed his eyes, he had a strange experience. He could see that most of his face was covered by bandages and the eye veil by the reflection of the communicator.

"Brandon! You're back!"

Duomo greeted her with great joy, and after a brief and excited conversation, she became worried.

"Brandon, will you still be able to play with us after that?"

"I'm afraid it's not going to work. The Alliance Company has taken away my permissions, and I can't even sell the drinks in this vending machine."