CHAPTER 818: CHAPTER 555: FLAMENCO-DANCING ON SI XUE’S MINEFIELD_2

"Thank you, we cannot accept a guest’s tip."

The projector operator hesitated a bit but still refused.

"What kind of tip is this? It’s just a cigarette. Besides, the flavors of this pack are random, and there might even be negative effects. So rather than a tip, it’s more like a prank."

Liu Zheng said.

"Is that so? Then I’ll have to satisfy Mr. Liu’s quirky taste."

The projector operator acquiesced, pulled out a cigarette, and inserted it into the slot of the projector.

"That’s more like it. Here, I’ll join you."

He also took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then took out the "trickster lighter."

"This lighter is part of the set, so if it explodes later don’t be surprised, it’s harmless."

Liu Zheng reminded.

"Then I’d better use mine."

The projector operator took a black and gold lighter from his pocket, which was adorned with a circle of rubies.

"Wow, such a luxurious lighter, you’re awesome, man."

He gave a thumbs up.

"This was a reward for being the best employee at my previous company, and then six months later I got ’optimized’."

The projector operator said calmly.

But from the trembling cigarette in his slot, it was clear his heart wasn’t as calm as his words.

"The world is full of shady deals. I have three memorial medals for outstanding employee awards, and yet my company still messes with me every few days."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"That’s life for you. No more talk, I’ll light it for you."

The projector operator rolled the wheel, and a flame flickered out, lighting the cigarette.

Two strands of blue smoke rose like the murky air from their chests.

"It smells terrible, who farted?"

Liu Zheng immediately looked at the projector operator.

"It wasn’t me."

The projector operator refused to take the blame.

"Then it’s..."

"Idiot humans, have you ever seen a tree fart?"

Before he could finish, the French Plane Tree gave him a sidelong glance.

"It’s the cigarette smell."

Before Liu Zheng could pass the blame to Niu Ma in the distance, the projector operator revealed the truth.

"It’s actually a fart-flavored cigarette, you’re quite lucky."

He sniffed his own, just the normal smoke scent.

"Did I get a normal one?"

For some reason, Liu Zheng felt a bit disappointed.

"Bleh!"

Then he took a puff and immediately made a retching gesture.

"Damn, it’s got the taste of fermented herring."

Moreover, it was the deeply fermented version.

As for how he knew, let’s just say it’s best for curious people not to watch review videos.

"Maybe you shouldn’t smoke it?"

The projector operator said with concern.

"It’s just a cigarette, it won’t kill me."

Looking at the half-smoked fart-flavored cigarette in the slot, Liu Zheng’s competitiveness flared up.

"Bleh!"

"Sss~"

"Bleh!"

"Sss~"

...

After cycling through the process over a dozen times, he finally managed to smoke the fermented herring-flavored cigarette down to the butt.

"Mr. Liu, you’re really something."

The projector operator expressed admiration.

"If you’re not tough, you can’t stand firm. In the Metropolis, I, Liu Zheng, might not have any other talents, but I can eat and drink with the best of them."

"Mr. Liu, you’re quite interesting. We’ve had a chat and smoked, so what do you really want from me?"

The projector operator suddenly asked.

"I just want to know if Peacock attended this auction."

Seeing that the projector operator had guessed, he didn’t hold back.

Among the collectors present, he hadn’t seen Peacock.

Maybe she attended remotely, or maybe she disguised herself.

But either way, it wasn’t good news for Liu Zheng.

"What can you offer me?"

The projector operator asked back.

"That depends on what you need. I’ve got some items, a bit of money, and lots of friends. In this city of mine, there’s quite a lot I can accomplish."

Liu Zheng said without modesty or exaggeration.

"I want the HR who optimized me dead."

The projector operator said immediately.

"That’s doable. But wasn’t it your former boss who optimized you? HR is just the tool they wield, right?"

He asked, puzzled.

"A tool is still a person. Some workers can be even worse than bosses. I wasn’t even on the list for optimization; she kept badmouthing me to the boss and even found someone to replace me, and only then did the boss make up his mind."

The projector operator explained.

"That’s truly wicked. So why is she targeting you? Did you dig up her ancestral grave?"

"For someone like her, if I had actually dug up her ancestors’ graves, it might not have mattered."

The projector operator sneered.

"The reason I offended her is simple— she and another girl wore the same outfit that day..."

"And then you praised that girl for dressing well?"

Liu Zheng quickly asked.

"Of course not, I praised both of them."

The projectionist shook his head and said.

"Then why is she still targeting you?"

"Because I praised that girl with three extra words."

The projectionist clenched his fists.

"Hmm... although it’s a bit inappropriate, I still want to ask, what were the extra three words?"

"I didn’t really give extra praise; the extra three words were that girl’s name."

The projectionist said bitterly.

"Wow, then she really deserves her fate."

Liu Zheng’s fist also hardened.

"So, Mr. Liu, can you fulfill my request?"

The projectionist asked with a hint of expectation.

"It’s not a big problem. But since you didn’t die, can the punishment be changed?"

He tentatively asked.

"Sure."

To his surprise, the projectionist agreed readily.

"But I need her to suffer enough to offset my anger."

"No problem, tormenting is what I’m best at. Do you need her to apologize to you in person?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need. Her screams are the best apology."

The projectionist said ominously.

"Alright, give me her information. After the auction, I’ll handle it. If you don’t trust me, I can use money as collateral."

He volunteered.

"No need, I trust your credibility, Mr. Liu."

The projectionist shook his head.

"You’ve heard of me?"

Liu Zheng was slightly surprised.

"I could have taken the day off today, but knowing you’d attend, I used my year-end bonus to get this opportunity."

The projectionist smiled and said.

"Where did you hear about me?"

"I have quite a few acquaintances in the Pink Kingdom."

The projectionist said tactfully.

"Wow, you look pretty honest, but I didn’t expect you to be quite the player in private."

"This is just the company’s equipment. I’ll switch my head back after work."

The projectionist explained.

"What if someone takes the wrong one?"

He asked.

"If it’s discovered in time, just switch it back. If not, then you can only go to the hospital for it."

The projectionist said.

"Hmm... reasonable."

"Peacock indeed attended this auction."

The projectionist said.

"Sigh."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zheng sighed, and his hopes completely died.

"Do you know which items she’s interested in?"

He asked again.

"I don’t know. But I do know there’s one auction item that matches her usual bidding preferences."

The projectionist said.

"Which item?"

"A cloak made from the hides of an adult Red Dragon, a young Red Dragon, and a juvenile Red Dragon."

The projectionist said.

"Wow."

Liu Zheng’s eyelid twitched violently.

Judging by his speculation of Si Xue’s identity, if this item is auctioned off to someone else, it’s fine, but if Peacock wins it, it’s as if they’re doing the flamenco on her landmine.

He deeply suspected that if Peacock acquired this cloak, she might use it as a seat cushion in a restaurant.

And if Liu Zheng couldn’t win the cloak, Si Xue would definitely skin him alive to make a seat cushion.

"Which round will this item be featured in?"

He asked.

If it comes out late, he’ll quickly crowdfund some Extraordinary Items.

"That’s something I can’t know."

The projectionist shook his head.

"Alright. Give me that HR’s information then."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"I’m already prepared."

The projectionist took out a sheet of A4 paper.

"Wow, you’ve really come well-prepared."

He said, looking at the densely packed text.

"You don’t know, I’ve been waiting for this day for so long."

The projectionist’s voice was filled with deep hatred.

"Don’t worry, now that you’ve found me, you won’t have to wait any longer."

Liu Zheng patted his shoulder and tucked away the A4.

At this moment, the auction for the mermaid princess’s initial tear reached a fever pitch.