It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"Someone will help me."

"Who?"

"Fisherman."

The big white goose’s question was a bit profound, but he could only tell the truth.

"So it's that guy. He really has this ability."

The big white goose nodded.

"Big Brother knows him?"

"Not only do I know him, I've even bought from him. His fish are big and fat, but not greasy. Every time I come back from buying, I'll ask for the fish to be slaughtered, because the leftovers are even better than the food served to employees."

The big white goose couldn't help but slurp its saliva.

"What a pity! Since I was transferred to the customer service department, I no longer have the opportunity to enjoy such a feast."

Its tone is very regretful.

Although the customer service department can also get leftovers, it is nothing compared to eating them firsthand in the kitchen.

"Well, shall I go to the sewer and get some fresh fish for Big Brother to try?"

If Liu Zheng still didn't understand this, he wouldn't be alive today.

"I only want the ones from the fishery."

"It is guaranteed to be from the fish farm, and it must be the fattest and tenderest."

He gave his guarantee.

"How many can you get?"

The big white goose asked directly.

"Five, maybe."

Liu Zheng gave a relatively conservative number.

Last time when he was asked to date a mermaid, the fisherman gave him four fish. It wouldn't be too much to ask for five fish for saving his life.

And he himself said that if you want fish, you can come to him.

"Ten."

The big white goose quoted a price.

"Row."

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth.

"Ten points is the price for me to speak for you. The price from the British minister is different. I need to make this clear to you first."

The big white goose said.

"clear."

He nodded.

The agency fee must be paid, and without a big white goose to pass the message, who knows what sky-high price Britain will offer.

For example, let him work as a waiter in a space-level box.

If there is a box of this level.

"By the way, help me get a set of knives from the kitchen. I want to kill it myself."

The big white goose said.

Liu Zheng glanced at Niu Ma and Niu Ma nodded.

If you can’t borrow the seven deadly sins, ordinary knives are still okay.

"no problem."

He said.

"It's hard to imagine how an employee who has only been employed for five days can have such a wide network of contacts. This is probably why he chose you."

The big white goose sighed and hung up the phone.

"It's hard for me to imagine either. You should really check your bloodline. Maybe you are really a succubus."

Niuma complained.

"What good is there in finding out it's a succubus?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, in the male escort clubs in the metropolis, nine out of ten of the top prostitutes are succubi. With your eloquence, you will kill them all and make a fortune every day after you go there."

Niuma said.

"I think it's more like a sunrise battle. I don't have such big ambitions, just making a little money like this is enough."

He patted the cash box next to him and said.

"Humph, you are young now and don't take money seriously. You will know when you find a wife of an inferior race."

Niuma said.

"Then I probably won't have that chance."

Putting aside the fact that Liu Zheng was about to run away, it seemed that there were no inferior races among the females he knew.

There is no need to mention Si Xue, Novelist, and Nightingale. The Ama should also start as a middle-level race.

As for the vampire girl?

"Boss, what race are vampires?"

"Middle race, huh? So, you slept with that vampire receptionist?"

The cows and horses stood up at once.

It had made a betting with the people in the kitchen, betting on who would take down Liu Zheng first.

"No. She was seriously injured in the cemetery and asked me to order some maoxuewang takeout for her."

Liu Zheng said.

"That's good."

The cows and horses breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not betting on a vampire girl.

"Then just order it."

The cattle and horses lay down again.

"Do I have the qualifications?"

Liu Zheng asked tentatively.

"Yes, I have."

Niuma nodded.

"After you order it, you will most likely stop being a human being."

"Boss, can you speak without breathing too hard?"

He said with empty eyes.

"You haven't ordered yet?"

Niuma said nonchalantly.

"Forget it, I'll ask the fisherman for help."

As long as there are no special requests, a takeaway should be nothing to a fisherman.

Liu Zheng was just about to call the fisherman when Niu Ma's cell phone rang first.

"It's from Ottawa. Go ahead."

Niuma threw the phone over.

"Big Brother, you say."

He wrapped his hand around the phone and pressed the answer button.

"The British minister agreed, and he didn't ask for money."

Ottawa gets straight to the point.

"What about the conditions?"

"The condition is that you help it get a pair of mourning clothes back."

Chapter 150: Hospital sells second-hand condolences

"what?"

Although Liu Zheng had heard countless outrageous requests, this one was still too outrageous.

No, can you get another one of that thing and install it again?

Even if he really got it and installed it, wouldn't the original one be usable?

"Come on, don't be ungrateful. I risked my reputation to get this for you."

The big white goose said.

"Big Brother is awesome. But where can I get this thing?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"How did the British minister get hurt?"

The big white goose reminded.

"That's not...oh~"

It dawned on him.

"Boss, who has a hobby of collecting this kind of things?"

Liu Zheng looked at the cows and horses with a strange expression.

"If you have the guts to say that to its face, then see if it beats you to death."

Niuma said unhappily.

"Have you forgotten that it sells 'meat'? It should be possible to use it by modifying someone else's."

it said.

"As expected of your metropolis."

Liu Zheng sighed.

There are really all kinds of technologies, and their uses are difficult to describe in a few words.

"You guys are from the Metropolis?"

"Boss, you heard it wrong. It's our Metropolis. But even if it's there, won't the black market open in two days?"

He said.

"Won't it be over in two days? Are you in a hurry?"

Niuma asked curiously.

Deliver a takeaway, then take a nap with a Sudoku magazine, and when you open your eyes it’s already the next day.

If you close your eyes and open them again, the black market will open.

"A little urgent."

Niu Ma couldn't keep postponing his vacation, so he had to get everything done before Niu Ma left.

"Then there is only the second option."