“I’m not interested in men, especially since you’re not even human.”

Bullhorse gave him a sidelong glance.

“Got it, you’re not into ma...”

“If you dare say it out loud, I’ll beat you until you’re as big as they are.”

Bullhorse pointed to the ratman heads boiling in the pot.

Liu Zheng wisely shut his mouth.

“Hmph, this stew is for tonight’s black market.”

Bullhorse said.

“Black market?”

“That’s right. As long as you have money, you can buy anything in the black market.”

Bullhorse introduced.

“Is this the side hustle opportunity you mentioned earlier?”

Liu Zheng recalled their previous conversation.

“Exactly. Trading with that tree only earns you a little money. But a night in the black market can make you ten times its net worth.”

Bullhorse tempted him.

“Then why are you still so poor?”

He asked sincerely.

“Nonsense, when have I ever been poor?”

Bullhorse snapped angrily.

“You can’t even afford new clothes, got beaten half to death over a bottle of red wine, and you have to mooch off my staff meals.”

Liu Zheng listed off the facts.

“That’s called a compliance test, got it? You simple-minded human.”

Bullhorse argued.

“I can even afford moss tea, how am I short of a few staff meals?”

It grumbled.

“Uh-huh.”

He replied perfunctorily.

“You little punk look down on Bullhorse. I won’t waste time with you. Just say if you dare to go or not.”

Bullhorse rolled its eyes.

“Is it dangerous?”

“Nine times out of ten, you’ll die.”

Bullhorse said.

“Then I have no choice but to go.”

Liu Zheng smiled.

“Sometimes I really don’t get you humans.”

Bullhorse scratched its head.

“You say you’re timid, but you dare to go to such a dangerous place. You say you’re brave, but you chicken out so quickly every time.”

“High risk, high reward.”

Liu Zheng was calm and composed.

The difficulty of this dungeon couldn’t be overcome by just hiding.

If it weren’t for him risking his life a few times, would he have the stats he has now?

Besides, there was the gambling agreement hanging over him like the Sword of Damocles.

“Hmph, it’s not that easy for you to go. The black market only opens after midnight. By then, all the orders are gone.”

Bullhorse said.

Deliveryman rule number two: Do not leave the rest area without orders.

“But?”

“But as an excellent employee, I can go out, and I can bring you along.”

Bullhorse continued.

“But-but?”

“But no matter how much you earn in the black market, I get half.”

Bullhorse glared at him and then said.

“Very reasonable.”

Liu Zheng nodded.

“Don’t think I’m just asking for a big cut.”

Bullhorse saw through his thoughts.

“When you don’t have orders, you’re not really a restaurant employee. Anyone can mess with you.”

“Especially at night, when filth runs rampant. Without me covering you, you’d be a fat target.”

It said.

“Boss, you just said there are no orders at night. Does that mean orders can’t be placed or no one places them?”

Liu Zheng asked a different question.

“No one places them. The kitchen only has one person on duty at night. Even I think the food that guy makes is awful.”

Bullhorse replied.

“I see.”

Liu Zheng thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a string of numbers.

Bullhorse stared at him without expression, watching to see what trick he was up to.

“Who is it?”

The other side of the phone sounded like keyboard tapping.

“It’s me, the delivery guy.”

Liu Zheng said.

“Ah, it’s senior.”

The keyboard tapping suddenly paused.

“Does senior have any instructions?”

The Novelist said hesitantly.

“It’s like this, can I trouble you to place an order at midnight?”

Liu Zheng said.

“The longer the delivery time, the better.”

He added.

“Sure.”

The Novelist agreed readily.

“But if you do it, senior can’t check my health anymore.”

“That’s a pity.”

Liu Zheng hung up and turned to see Bullhorse staring at him as if he’d seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked confused.

“You’ve only been here two days, and you’re already cozying up to customers?”

Bullhorse was shocked.

“Cozying up sounds too harsh. We’re just purely transactional.”

Liu Zheng corrected him.

“Is the tentacle guy trending now?”

Bullhorse looked at its own hooves, doubting the course of its own life.

“It’s mainly charisma. So, can I go to the black market now?”

He asked.

“Hmph, you’re pretty awesome.”

Bullhorse said grudgingly.

“Don’t be upset. Same terms, you still get your share of the profits.”

Liu Zheng smiled.

“What dirty tricks are you up to this time?”

Bullhorse watched him cautiously.

It didn’t believe this human would suddenly become generous.

“You said there are scalper tickets for Paradise Island, right?”

“That’s right.”

Bullhorse nodded.

“How much is a single-person vacation ticket?”

Liu Zheng asked.

“About five hundred thousand, I think.”

Bullhorse thought for a moment.

Five hundred thousand.

His monthly salary was a thousand, which meant working without eating or drinking for more than forty years. Get full chapters from nοvelfire.net

“So you said saving for over ten years would be enough.”

A single-person vacation ticket cost five hundred thousand; a double-person ticket would start at a million.

“I’m an excellent employee. Can you compare to me?”

Bullhorse looked at him disdainfully.

If it weren’t for the high pay, no way it would be working here.

“Oh. Can you buy scalper tickets in the black market?”

Liu Zheng asked again.

“You can, but that level of goods requires a guarantor.”

Bullhorse replied.

“Then it’s settled. If the money earned is enough to buy a single-person vacation ticket, you help me get one, and you keep the rest.”

He said.

“What if it’s not enough?”

“What’s not enough, you still get half.”

Liu Zheng said.

“Why do you think you can earn that much?”

Bullhorse asked.

“You’re not losing anything anyway.”

He shrugged his tentacles.

“Besides, you should have a way to help me earn money, right, boss?”

Liu Zheng smiled.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have brought it up.

“Hmph.”

Bullhorse rolled its eyes and went back to eating the stewed ratmen noisily.

Watching it chow down noisily, Liu Zheng couldn’t help licking his lips.

“Got anything to eat? Boss.”

He had consumed quite a bit this time; just staff meals probably wouldn’t be enough to replenish him.

“No, you refused just now.”

Bullhorse used its massive body to block the pot.

“I’m not fighting you. Anything else?”

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

“No, if I had anything, would I be fighting you for food?”

Bullhorse said without hesitation.

“That canned food last time...”

“Gone. Not a single can left. If you’re hungry, go gnaw on yourself.”

Before he finished speaking, Bullhorse started yelling.

“No food, some drinks at least. Haven’t had water all morning.”

Liu Zheng complained unwillingly.

“Who told you to trade everything with that tree?”

Bullhorse showed no sympathy.

“You must have something to play with. You don’t want me watching you eat forever, right?”

He persisted.

“Why are you so annoying to Bullhorse?”

Bullhorse was driven crazy by him, so it got up and opened a cabinet, taking out a book.

“Here, here, here. If you keep bothering me, I’ll cook you.”

It threw the book to Liu Zheng and went back to eating.

Liu Zheng picked it up and saw it was a Sudoku magazine.

“That works.”

He took out a pen from his pocket and returned to his small stool.

Although it wasn’t an item, doing Sudoku could indeed restore his sanity.

He spent the whole day doing it.