CHAPTER 442: 244. IT IS NECESSARY FOR THE BOSS TO HELP EMPLOYEES SOLVE THEIR NEEDS

Wang the Cripple suddenly noticed that these gangster bosses were holding a ledger.

What the hell?

Coming to rob money today, you still need to mess with some bookkeeping?

Is it necessary?

The leader gave his food cart a light kick.

Wang the Cripple felt heartache, gee.

Just rob the money, if you break my means of living, how are you going to rob?

The leader then asked, "Have you been selling meatballs here all this time?"

What’s up? Who’s being so thoughtless? Ate my meatballs and got poisoned?

Cursing in his heart, Wang the Cripple hastily bowed, "Sir, I operate around here. There are many pubs, and the patrons often come out after drinking to eat my meatballs to warm their stomachs.

I just started vending, haven’t made much yet. Please have mercy, sir."

The leader glanced at him twice and said, "What’s your name? Pay up."

"Wang the Cripple." He lowered his head and eyes, offering the money bag. The man took the money bag, weighed it twice, and suddenly opened it.

Wang the Cripple cursed in his heart, Damn mouth, so darn big, not enough!

Ah, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have saved that fifty, now I’m going to get a slap.

As usual, he needed to pay 200.

Today, he hid 50.

He’s done this before.

Though it was just hiding 5 or 6 bucks, the most was 20 once.

Today he got bolder, seems he’s caught.

He opened his mouth, wanting to plead to avoid a slap.

Instead, the guy suddenly tossed the money bag back, Wang saw, it was about 100 short inside.

The guy wrote his name in that book, then pointed a spot to him, "Wang the Cripple, your stall spot for this month is 65, don’t wander around, everyone sets up in their designated spot!"

Wang the Cripple was stunned listening, looked down, and saw the roadside had white lines and boxes painted, and the direction he pointed said 65.

What does this mean?

"Sir, what does this mean?"

The guy glanced at him and said, "The higher-ups think this street is nice, want to turn it into a food street. Selling food, drinks, trinkets, all here.

This is your vending spot, no going outside the boundary.

If you can’t set up a stall someday, you need to get leave at the street corner there.

This place has been planned as an economic street.

Telling you, you wouldn’t understand, basically in the future, you’ll set up here.

A spot fee of 100 a month as management, if you want to stop, notify a month in advance.

No refund within the month."

Wang the Cripple was confused, sniffled.

What?

He couldn’t understand, but he dared not defy, obediently vended there.

Hey!

Funny enough, it indeed was strange.

No one else came to collect money, and other sneaky peddlers around were also moved into this vendor zone on the street.

In no time, this food street actually took shape.

Whatever, Wang the Cripple accepted it. Anyway, daily payment to whoever, today it was even 100 less.

Song Hu came out of the pub grumbling, rubbing his stomach, seeing the street’s big change, looking confused, he went to a meatball stall, sat down, and shouted, "Boss, give me a bowl of meatballs, put more chili in it, damn it, this No. 13 contraband burned me, my stomach hurts, let’s see which hurts more with some chili!"

Hearing the shout, Wang the Cripple quickly brought a bowl of meatballs, Song Hu asked him, "What’s going on? Why did the street change to this?"

Wang the Cripple scratched his head, shook it blankly, recounted the story, then said, "No idea what’s on their mind. We small folks live day by day, how the higher-ups arrange it, we follow and do our part."

"What the hell is Lighthouse trying to do?"

Song Hu was puzzled, suddenly remembered the pub owner mentioning free addiction treatment.

"Damn it, I want to see what you’re up to."

...

"Line up, register, receive one by one, remember to eat when craving hits again."

Song Hu looked at the pancake he received with a bewildered face.

He came here for addiction treatment, and the other gave him a pancake, looks like it’s even white flour?

What the hell, what’s Lighthouse doing? I’m craving, will a pancake do the trick?

But seeing the long queue, Song Hu scratched his head, really couldn’t figure out Lighthouse’s purpose here.

He hesitated for a second, then went to the craving zone as directed.

When it was his turn, he saw an extraordinarily pretty girl with long straight hair, was amazed at her beauty, but saw her pink lips keep moving discontentedly, "Bastard... making me do hard labor... wait till I get back, make sure you can’t get out of bed, I’m writing my name backward..."

Xia Na tossed him a blue pill, saying, "Sniff it under your nose, don’t eat it."

Song Hu complied, placing the contraband under his nose, and within moments, a tumultuous and unbearable sensation surged through his body.

Seeing his state, Xia Na said indifferently, "Eat the pancake."

Breathing rapidly, Song Hu didn’t understand the purpose of the pancake, but after hesitating for a moment, he stuffed it into his mouth, and with just one bite, his eyes widened.

It was so delicious.

He had never eaten such a delicious pancake in his life. The soft texture, the rich flavor of the flour, the faint sweetness from fermentation captivated him completely, making him lose control.

He was utterly enchanted.

After unknowingly finishing the entire pancake, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, but then unexpectedly realized that his addiction seemed to have disappeared without a trace!

In an instant, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Witnessing this, Xia Na remained calm and said, "You see the effect now? A few more times, and you’ll be done.

Also, the Lighthouse is short on people now. Once your addiction is completely gone, if you want a job, you can come to the Lighthouse, and it will offer you work."

Song Hu was stunned, trembling uncontrollably as he said, "Thank you... is it really free?"

Xia Na glanced at him and said, "If you want to repay, you can join the work team and earn money."

Song Hu was completely shocked that a pancake could solve his addiction. What use would such a job even have?

After hesitating a bit, he decided to take a look.

When he took the hoe in his hand, he became a bit bewildered.

Led by the team leader to the heavily polluted area, he displayed some resistance.

"Hey, where are you taking us? The front is a heavily polluted radiation area." The leader merely glanced at him and said, "If you want to join the Lighthouse, follow me; if you don’t, no one will stop you. You can leave right here."

Song Hu hesitated for a long time but finally stepped forward following the leader’s stride, reaching the heavily polluted area, looking astounded.

He had been here before; this was the Ninth Special Zone, a boundary between the Upper and Lower City Districts. Due to a sewage leak from the Upper City, this place was contaminated with industrial wastewater.

Nearly 100 acres of land around here were heavy pollution zones, generally avoided by people. He once came here to dispose of a body, the place reeked.

But now, there was no stench, and lush vegetation was growing, leaving him bewildered.

The team leader briefed them on their activity range and said, "If you wish to join the Lighthouse, you must work for it. This is your simplest task yet: clear out these ten acres of uncultivated land, extract all the plastic, pipes, stones, and cement, and use your hoes to till the land!

After you’re done, collect a badge from me.

Gather ten badges, and you can submit an application to join the Lighthouse formally, enjoying its perks."

"As for what those benefits are, you’ll have to find out yourself; I won’t elaborate. I’ll just tell you that joining the Lighthouse will be the best decision of your life."

...

Chen Che disappeared after telling Xia Na he was going to make pancakes, yet Xia Na remained suspicious of what he actually went to do.

Without a doubt, Xia Na’s intuition was spot-on.

Chen Che went to help certain employees with some physical concerns.

As for who that was, it was none other than the equally missing Chana.

In the high-altitude dorms.

Chana leaned against the dormitory window sill, her beautiful bronze skin glistening with beads of sweat, exhaling white mist, her eyes dazed yet satisfied.

Chen Che leaned over from behind, his head brushing past Chana’s exquisite face, capturing those red lips.

Chen Che considered himself a good boss.

He always believed he was.

Not only helping employees with psychological issues but also their physiological ones.

Chana was a normal woman, with her own physical needs.

During her time with the Hunters, she managed it with their comrades, which was quite the norm in the Wasteland.

Yet she never truly respected any of her peers, at least not physically.

Until the moment Chen Che rescued her.

Chen Che merely rubbed his chin, but from his gaze, Chana read his desire.

Chana knew her wild figure and bronze skin were alluring to men with a desire to conquer.

From that moment, she belonged to Chen Che.

After all, his gaze was like a beast marking its territory.

Clearly, she had been marked by her boss, her body now belonged only to him, only for Chen Che to enjoy.

She initially thought it wouldn’t take long for Chen Che to make a move, and she’d willingly submit, after all, she was a normal woman with normal needs.

But surprisingly, Chen Che kept delaying, and it made Chana restless.

In the Wasteland, everyone was teeming with desire.

She hadn’t felt physical desire in a long time.

Finally, today, unable to hold back, she took the initiative to make her request to her boss.

Chen Che was startled at first, but looking into Chana’s eyes, and her slightly aggrieved explanation: "Master Chen, if you don’t fancy me or are not interested in my body, don’t occupy the slot without any action... I can seek someone else, but you clearly wanted me last time..."

Chen Che couldn’t help but chuckle at Chana’s account, but naturally, as a good boss, a good leader, he felt the obligation and responsibility to aid his capable staff.

So, finding an excuse to send Xia Na away, he came to console his employee.

And truthfully, whether Xia Na or An Nishang, or Song Xuejian, they all had fair skin.

Chana’s bronze skin had a unique wild flavor.