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

She definitely knew when to tip.

The faces of the people in the office are all painted. It can’t be because of the tips.

He was horrified when he thought about it.

"What if I don't give it?"

Liu Zheng asked tentatively.

"Then we can only let you join us."

All employees said in unison.

They all floated over, surrounded Liu Zheng, and looked at him expressionlessly.

“Welcome to the Bad Luck Coffee family.”

"Join us and you will be away from all luck."

"Join us and you'll be away from all that's good."

"Join us and you will be away from all individuality."

"Join us and you will be far away from all reality."

“But you’ll lose your worries.”

"But you lose the pain."

"But you'll lose your hunger."

"But you will never be expelled."

“Work, eternal work!”

"join us!"

"join us!"

The shop assistants said loudly.

Their voices became faster and faster, and more and more rhythmic.

By the end, it was like reciting scriptures.

"Hello?"

Liu Zheng covered one ear and called Niu Ma.

"The person you dialed does not want to receive your call."

A merciless response sounded.

If it were any other time, he might have hung up the phone tactfully.

Until now, all he wanted to do was curse.

"Boss, did you know that Bad Luck Coffee charges face as a tip?"

"I know."

The sounds of cattle and horses finally began to sound.

He looks lazy, probably because he just finished exercising.

"Then why the hell did you ask me to buy you coffee?"

Liu Zheng finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Who are you with? Wait, you won't have any good juice to eat when you come back."

Niuma threatened.

"That's only if I can come back."

he sneered.

The shop assistants around him moved closer, almost touching his face.

"Is it that serious? You just lost your face. It's a big deal for others, but for you, it's no different than losing a hair."

Niuma said nonchalantly.

"what?"

Liu Zheng wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"If they want your face, they'll just tear it off. What are you afraid of? It will grow back in a matter of seconds."

Niuma said.

"Are you telling the truth?"

He had some doubts.

"Nonsense. If I really want you to die, it's not now. Otherwise, why would my boss let me go on vacation when I'm alone?"

The cattle and horses became impatient.

Liu Zheng thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.

His death here would be of no benefit to the cattle and horses.

It couldn't even get a piece of meat.

"I'll tip."

Liu Zheng shouted loudly.

The chanting-like sound stopped instantly.

All the shop assistants looked down at Liu Zheng with some disappointment in their eyes.

"Then please sit over here."

The clerk who was paying him the cashier said.

He led Liu Zheng to a lift chair and asked him to sit down.

"What is this for?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is our high-end service, specially for VIPs like you who place large orders and are willing to tip."

The clerk pressed a button and the lift chair immediately turned into a reclining chair.

There were also more than a dozen handcuffs growing out of the seat, securing him tightly.

"The first service is to shave your eyes."

The clerk twirled his fingers, and a sharp blade flew across his fingertips.

Then, he cut open Liu Zheng's eyeball.

Chapter 59 You don't want me to poop everywhere, do you?

Liu Zheng had heard of the skill of sharp knife and sharp eyes.

But that is to scrape the blisters on the eyelids and relieve "trachoma".

And the clerk at the Unlucky Coffee was actually scratching out his eyes.

The clerk's knife was so fast that before Liu Zheng felt any pain, everything in front of him went dark.

After looking at the shaved eyeballs for a few seconds, the clerk placed them on a tray on the side.

"The second service is ear cleaning."

Hearing the clerk's words, Liu Zheng had a subtle expression.

In real life, he often goes for ear cleaning, partly because it feels comfortable and partly to help him sleep.

But now he doesn’t even have an ear, only a hole is left, how can he pick it?

The clerk quickly told Liu Zheng the answer.

He used his hands to pinch Liu Zheng's ear holes, and his flesh was molded like plasticine, turning into two ears.

Although Liu Zheng couldn't see it, he roughly guessed what he was doing.

Then, the clerk took out an ear spoon and dug along the edge of the ear little by little, until both ears were dug out.

Then place them on either side of your eyeball.

"The third service is face-opening."

In ancient times, when a girl got married, a beautiful woman from the family would be invited to trim the bride's face and remove the sweat hair on her face.

It is not only for aesthetics, but also symbolizes the beginning of a new life.

The clerk also respected the customs very much and took out a complete set of phoenix crown and bridal robe for Liu Zheng to change into.

Because his bald head was too slippery to fit the phoenix crown, the clerk even used a few thumbtacks to fix it.

If Liu Zheng could still see, he would definitely be amazed by this spirit of craftsmanship.

After putting on the clothes, the clerk took out the thin linen rope.

In reality, two sticks are needed to twist the dough, but he only needs one.

The clerk put the string on Liu Zheng's forehead and then slowly rolled it down.

A thin layer of facial skin was pulled off, revealing the blood vessels and tendons underneath.

The clerk pinched both sides of the face, carefully adjusted the angle, and spread it on the tray.

Add the eyeballs and ears and it forms a complete face.

"Is that all right?"

Liu Zheng blinked.

He can now slightly control the priority of body parts, so small organs like eyeballs can grow back in just a few minutes.

I just haven't gotten used to it yet and I can't control my tears.

As for shame?

Anyway, he doesn't rely on his looks to make a living now, so let it grow on its own.

"Yes, sir."

The clerk said gently.

All the restraints were automatically untied and the chair turned back into a lift chair.

"Sir, your face is perfect. We plan to display it as our corporate image. Would you like to write a blessing for us?"

The clerk took out a pen.

Only then did Liu Zheng notice that there was a piece of white paper on the tray.

"sure."

He said generously.

Then write a line of regular script on the paper.

"Unlucky restaurant, my Gan Lin mother."

"Thank you, sir."

The clerk took the tray away without changing his expression.

"By the way, can I designate a delivery person?"

Liu Zheng suddenly asked.

"No, sir. This is not a maid cafe."

The clerk said with a smile.

"Really? That's a pity."

he said regretfully.