I became the King of Ryukyu

After a long twenty minutes, Zheng Yi finally ended his ordeal, crawled out of the stinking tram, stepped out of Makishi Station, and breathed in the fresh air.

[If you smell excrement for more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Prince Zhu Di of Yan will give you a thumbs up in a pigsty in Beiping.]

You have obtained a worn bronze horse whistle.

[Worn-out brass horse whistle: Ordinary brass, ungilded and undecorated, with a polished edge. It was carried by Zhu Di during his early years guarding the border of Beiping and his northern expeditions to the grasslands, used to summon his personal guards and horses during marches. Command +1]

Game Master, you've insulted Indians by calling them shit, do you know that?

There are still some differences between Indians and excrement!

Zheng Yi took out the bronze horse whistle from his game backpack. As described, it was made of ordinary material and was tattered.

Lacking the sedimentation of six hundred years, this thing probably can't be considered an antique; it might fetch a few dozen yuan at a secondhand shop.

Speaking of which, what was Zhu Laosi doing in the pigsty?

Is he eating shit?

In ancient times, pigsties also served as latrines. Zheng Yi remembered that he seemed to have pretended to be crazy for a while before the Jingnan Rebellion, and one of his specialties was eating excrement.

He was a ruthless man; no wonder he became Emperor Taizong of Ming.

Zheng Yi quickly put the whistle back in the game storage. Who knows if Zhu Laosi had finished eating shit and blew it!

After walking a few dozen meters, the neighborhood gradually became more bustling.

For someone like him, a struggling student working part-time, taking leave or being absent is a rare occurrence; he's even rarely late each month.

Zheng Yi's workplace is located on the street of Matsuo 2-chome shopping district. It is a large 24-hour convenience store with a very good business.

"Ding-dong!"

The automatic sensor door made a soft sound.

You have a new email.

At the same time, the cashier reflexively called out, "Welcome..."

"Oh, so... so it's Senior Zheng Yi!" Her voice immediately changed from professional respect to soft whisper.

Zheng Yi nodded to her, revealing the most typical fake smile of the number one handsome man on Kume Island, to cover up his embarrassment that he didn't remember her name at all.

He walked into the employee rest area behind the convenience store and clicked on the message that had been flashing in front of him.

[Special Event: The Return of the Hostage to Qin: You, who should be free and unrestrained, have been trapped in Handan for a long time, suffering persecution from the people of Zhao. Dissatisfied with this situation, you strive to find a glimmer of hope.]

[Requirement: With the help of Lü Buwei or Zhao Ji, successfully escape from Handan.]

[Reward: Adopt a Dad Card]

[Father Recognition Card: Using this card allows you to designate one person to recognize you as their father, slightly amplifying their feelings towards their father. Duration of effect depends on the designated person's mental resistance. Cooldown: After the previous designated person regains consciousness, or 3 days later.]

[Disclaimer: This game has no obligation to provide support, resurrection, or rescue players who are verbally abused, abused, abandoned, murdered, imprisoned, or treated as emperors by their children.]

Put on a red and white apron, a mask, and a baseball cap, then stuff your backpack into the closet and lock it.

Zheng Yi stared at the game interface, lost in thought.

The story of "The Return of the Hostage to Qin" should be about Qin Yiren, Zhao Ji, and Lü Buwei, right?

He received the letter when he walked into the convenience store, so if that's the case, this "special incident" is probably related to the convenience store.

Is this Handan? Zheng Yi looked at his colleague who was also changing clothes.

It seems I was right; the persecution the system mentioned must refer to working at the convenience store.

Zheng Yi didn't actually feel like an exploited person, and he wasn't too dissatisfied with his work—he was just exchanging time and a little emotional value for money.

However, the "Dad Card" seems quite interesting.

It's unclear whether this realistic game is alluding to Ying Zheng recognizing Lü Buwei as his father or Lao Ai as his father.

Of course, regardless of which father he was dealing with, Ying Zheng was not a "filial" son.

Zheng Yi thought of that guy, Gong Cheng. Back in high school, he would respectfully call him "Dad," especially during quizzes and final exams, when his voice would be particularly affectionate.

But now that he's in college, he only calls him "Old Zheng".

It's time to remind him of his respect for his father.

Zheng Yi opened his phone and found a profile picture on Line labeled as [Satoshi Takagi/Matsuo Convenience Store Manager].

[Manager Takagi, I am very sorry, but my close friend Yuichi Miyagi has been diagnosed with Apteropathic Syndrome, so I have to resign from my job at the convenience store. Thank you for your consideration.]

[Damn it, what you're saying is so confusing, where am I supposed to find someone at this point?]

[I can finish my work during peak hours today]

There was a long silence on Line, and the message was marked as read but not replied to.

[I only want half of this week's salary.]

[Oh well, being sick is something that can't be helped. I wish you a speedy recovery, Miyagi-kun.]

Turning off his phone, Zheng Yi left the rest area and headed towards the fried food window of the convenience store.

Together with another male colleague who works part-time, he took various prepared meat skewers out of the freezer to thaw.

Oil used for a whole morning and half an afternoon doesn't need to be thrown away, but the residue needs to be skimmed off to make it look as clean as possible.

Zheng Yi wasn't sure if what he was doing was legal or compliant, but it was an industry rule taught to him by his former mentor.

Around 4:30 p.m., the middle school students who had finished their club activities began to leave school one after another.

Fried rice cakes and fried mushrooms are girls' favorites, which is no different from the past life.

"Seunghye, one thousand yen."

"I'll pack it up for you."

"Yes, your nail art is as beautiful as the petals of a pineapple."

"Colored contact lenses? Hmm, like the gradient Tiffany blue of the Aegean Sea."

"No, I'm sorry, I don't date underage girls."

The flowery language, which Zheng Yi had memorized extensively in order to get a high score on his essay, was served to him almost without thinking, along with the food.

The girls smiled brightly, enthusiastic and unrestrained, and they didn't get angry when Zheng Yi politely and skillfully refused.

I was busy until six o'clock, when the rush hour caused by school dismissal finally ended.

The next hour or so is everyone's favorite paid time to slack off, where they can eat lunch and play on their phones in the staff break area.

Zheng Yi took off his work clothes.

My companion asked in surprise, "Did you take the day off? Why are you leaving so early?"

Japanese law stipulates that minors must finish their part-time jobs before 10 p.m.

Zheng Yi is already 18 years old, so he works until midnight to fill the vacancies left by underage employees.

"I'm sorry, I've already resigned from my position as manager," Zheng Yi said.

Even without any special circumstances, he was already planning to resign.

Japanese society values ​​employee loyalty, but this does not include part-time work.

Quitting a part-time job doesn't involve a complicated process. As long as you can hand over your work properly, you're very free to come and go.

Mioko, the head of the company, signs comprehensive labor contracts with part-time employees and even purchases accident insurance for them, which is an exceptional practice.