"Bro, I really can't make a decision on such a big matter."

The manager said awkwardly.

"Double the price, how much you earn depends on your skills. You can refuse me, but you'd better think clearly about the cost."

Liu Zheng said lightly.

"Sigh, since you put it that way, I'll figure out a way to explain it to the boss later."

The manager said with a bitter smile.

"Very well, go get their contracts."

He ordered.

"Okay, bro."

The manager obediently brought the contracts.

Bo Bo's is a standard contract, just need to pay some penalty fees.

Luo Luo's is a contract of servitude, only after paying back the principal and interest can she regain her freedom.

"How much does she still owe you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Let me check. The principal is a hundred thousand, and the interest is thirty-six thousand seven hundred eighty-three."

The manager glanced at his phone's memo and said.

"How long has she been working here?"

He asked again.

"A year and a half."

"So she worked for a year and a half, didn't pay back any of the principal, and the interest increased by more than ten thousand?"

Liu Zheng's voice turned a bit cold.

"Well, you have to consider performance reasons, and also deduct for meals, accommodation, clothing, training fees, and so on..."

The manager gradually couldn't continue.

"Heh. You'd better hope I don't get another order from your club, and that the booker doesn't wish for a sky lantern to be hung on your heads."

He put thirty thousand on the table and then burned the two "contracts of servitude" into ashes with the fire of "Anger."

"Squat down."

He said to the manager.

Although the manager was short, he was quite long-armed, but reaching it was still a bit difficult.

"Alrighty, bro."

The manager quickly squatted down.

"A piece of advice for you, treat them like people. Go bring them along."

Liu Zheng patted the manager on the shoulder, signaling him to leave.

Then he took out his phone and called Niu Daji to pick them up.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"What are you doing, taking so long to answer the call."

Liu Zheng said dissatisfied.

"Sorry boss, I'm being hung up, it's not convenient to reach the phone."

"Hung up? By whom?"

He asked with a puzzled look.

"Mr. Delago found our work inefficient, so he hung us up."

Niu Ma replied.

"What about Gongyang Xin?"

Liu Zheng pressed on.

"Also hung up."

"Oh, then stay hung up for now, I'll come to get you later."

He suppressed a laugh and hung up the phone.

Letting these two guys hang for a while is good, just to let Panda know there's always someone better out there.

After a long time, the manager brought both of them over.

Luo Luo had changed into a T-shirt and jeans, her makeup removed, although she looked a bit exhausted, she had recovered much of her youthful energy.

But Bo Bo looked much more miserable, not only unconscious but also shriveled like a mummy.

"Carry her on your back and let's go."

Liu Zheng said to Luo Luo.

"Okay, uncle."

Luo Luo said cautiously.

"Don't call me uncle, and don't call me bro, if you must call me something, call me boss."

He frowned and said.

"Okay, boss."

Luo Luo immediately corrected herself.

"Hmm."

Liu Zheng took them onto the spirit car, and then returned to Rose Street.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the three being hung upside down miserably, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Damn you, still laughing!"

Panda said angrily.

Helping him with work and ended up losing face, yet he was still being mocked, truly insensible.

"Who told you to work inefficiently? If you didn't give it an excuse to mess with you, how could it find a reason?"

Liu Zheng said mercilessly.

He could even guess with his butt that the French Plane Tree was venting its dissatisfaction with him onto his two subordinates.

But as long as it's just playful banter and doesn't cross the line, let them be.

A philosopher once said, in the gang, there are no factions, only myriad oddities.

Struggles and unity coexist, which is much better than a seemingly harmonious group holding back trying to destroy each other.

"Hmph!"

Panda knew it was true, turning away in silent defiance.

"Alright, let them down."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle.

"Go back and write a 500-word reflection from the heart, with reason and evidence, otherwise next time, it won't be your legs being hung up."

The French Plane Tree issued a threat, then let the three down.

"What did it make you write a reflection on?"

He asked curiously.

"Boss, Mr. Delago had us watch the Ginseng Sprite perform ballet."

Niu Daji replied.

"Huh... Write it well, it's not easy for the kid to perform a dance."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay, boss."

Niu Daji, after all, was from a family of gatekeepers, still knew how to write.

Panda needed no mention—it would be a joke if a disciple of the Mystical Sect couldn't write.

"Hmm."

He nodded and suddenly drew his knife and chopped off Gongyang Xin's head.

"A gift for you as tree fertilizer, no need to thank me."

Liu Zheng tossed Gongyang Xin's two-part corpse onto the Black Soil.

"Clearly you meant for me to clean up the corpse for you, just thank me, dumb human."

The French Plane Tree rolled its eyes.

"That works, thanks a lot."

He curled his tentacle.

Gongyang Xin's Nightmare Suppression Technique was indeed strange; even in that state, she almost turned the tables, so it was better not to carry her along.

Sending her to the French Plane Tree as tree fertilizer, it's the best way to destroy the body and evidence, with no chance of the soul escaping.

As for any Extraordinary Items Gongyang Xin might have, just leave them to the French Plane Tree as a reward, after all, they'll eventually end up in his hands anyway.

"Let's go back to the clinic."

Liu Zheng led everyone back to the clinic.

"It's never been this lively in here before."

Doctor Nile looked at the slightly crowded lobby, unsure whether to be happy or stressed.