Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 170 This is not a matter of money, the main thing is to experience it

Before superhero movies became popular, New York was still peaceful. There was no rampaging Hulk or iron lumps flying everywhere. There was only a Peter Parker who couldn't lick the spider silk and wandered around the buildings.

Master Tang, who had worked hard all night, was dragging his exhausted body to buy the cheapest hot dog and milk at a roadside fast food restaurant. His narrow eyes were narrowed to a slit, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

He had to be thankful that no large trucks passed by on this road in the morning, otherwise in his current state he would most likely encounter a truck-type crossing machine driver whose performance was not up to standard.

When passing a French restaurant, his eyes stayed on the red Ferrari at the door for two seconds, as if he was calculating when he could earn the gas money for this car.

Last night, he asked a friend to help introduce him to a temporary job. After working all night, he only got 70 US dollars, which was barely enough for this week's rent. It was not even enough to fill the fuel tank of this Ferrari.

There is no way, the lower class society here in the United States advocates happy education, students are dawdling, and teachers are also dawdling. He came out to work hard in the society after graduating from high school, and he could not find a stable job without any skills.

Of course, if he looks hard, or is willing to work hard to do some very boring work, he will definitely be able to maintain a basic life.

But if young people don’t have the spirit of hard work and progress, can they still be called young people? He has always had a dream to become a great explorer like Indiana Jones. After leaving school last year, he really went to the earth with someone, and the result was that There is nothing in the Indian chief's tomb, which is said to contain great horrors. There are no monsters guarding the tomb or the treasures left by the Indians at all. The entire tomb is empty.

Finally, after a heated discussion, they all agreed that the British had taken everything away. After all, Great Britain was the expert at robbing.

Putting the straw in his mouth, Master Tang was thinking about when he would get another fattening mission. He didn't notice that the door of the French restaurant suddenly opened, and he almost ran into a mother and daughter.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention." Old Tang quickly bowed his head and apologized, confirming that the milk in his hand was in a box and not in a bag, and that it had not spilled on other people's clothes, otherwise the luxurious Givenchy and He can't afford to pay for the LV bag.

"Don't worry." The beautiful woman, whose appearance and temperament somewhat resembled French rose Sophie Marceau, waved her hand at him, then led a girl who was obviously of mixed race to the Ferrari, took out the key and prepared it. Open the door and get in the car.

Old Tang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, took a sip of milk and was about to hurry up and leave, but he heard the mixed-race girl behind him say in standard Chinese: "Mommy, I want to change seats, Ella's smell is a bit strong, the smoke Makes me want to wear a mask.”

The beautiful woman also replied in skillful Chinese: "Did you spray too much perfume?"

"No, she has body odor." The girl's voice was very troubled.

"Pfft--" Old Tang didn't hold back when he heard this, and all the milk in his mouth spurted out. A few of them went astray and flowed out from his nostrils. It looked extremely funny.

The mother and daughter turned around when they heard the noise, and the little girl stared at Old Tang with a fierce look: "Why are you laughing?"

"No, it's nothing. I remembered something happy." Old Tang quickly wiped his mouth and nose with his hands, showed an apologetic smile, and then ran away as if he was worried about getting into trouble.

The mixed-race girl was stunned when she heard the slightly accented Chinese: "Is he Chinese? I just looked at his pot head and small eyes, and I thought he was a Korean stickman."

"Get in the car quickly, you'll be late for school later."

"Then Mommy, help me tell the teacher later that I need to change seats, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and Jenny will quarrel."

"Okay~" The mother and daughter drove away, and then a head popped up at the intersection of the French restaurant. Old Tang's cheerful face showed a bit of displeasure. He stretched out his hand to grab his haircut and muttered: " Jarhead is unique to Koreans, and the single eyelids are also very cute."

He said this, but he still planned to get a haircut after returning to the rental house. After all, a short haircut at his age would not be a problem, but it would definitely not be okay if others thought he was a stick.

By the time he finished cutting his hair and taking a shower, it was already 9 o'clock, and he was about to continue browsing the mysterious hunter website. However, when he opened the browser, his mouse unconsciously moved to the StarCraft client. It seemed that he wanted to browse the mysterious hunter website. Relax before work.

But as soon as he pressed the left button of the mouse, he stopped and opened the hunter website to browse the posted tasks.

It was not that he was worried about meeting that "LuGongZi", but that the circuit breaker in the building had been tripping from time to time recently, and he was worried that the power outage would affect both parties' gaming experience.

"Let me see if there are any good tasks I can accept..."

The mouse wheel slides all the way, and many strange tasks come into view, such as going to Africa to poach lions and steal ivory, going to India to steal Buddhist scriptures, going to Egypt to steal mummies, going to work as a mercenary to cause sabotage, and to spy as a infiltrator. Yes, these are all basic operations.

There are also some mysterious side quests about Wu Zhu Shaman. These are often accompanied by many risks. Either they die suddenly during the quest or they are killed by the employer at the end of the quest. Experienced hunters generally will not accept it. Only people like Old Tang will accept it. Only such a stupid young man would be interested.

Fortunately, he is self-aware and never accepts business beyond his capabilities.

"Hey, this is good." Clicking to refresh the task post, the sharp-eyed Old Tang found a new post. The task content was to go to school in place of the employer who skipped classes. Although there were strict requirements for height, body type, blood type and race, after observing himself, Old Tang found This task is simply tailor-made for me.

He is 1.7 meters tall, thin, Asian, handsome, healthy, funny, and his blood type matches the employer's requirements perfectly.

This is an anonymous single-player mission, and once someone chooses to receive the mission, the post will immediately disappear in the mission area.

Old Tang looked at the starting commission of fifty thousand dollars, his eyes turned into the shape of dollars, and he chose to accept the task without hesitation.

"Ding~"

The task was successfully collected, the post disappeared instantly, and then a red dot popped up in the message box. It was obvious that the employer had been in front of the computer after posting the task.

Old Tang opened the chat interface and found that the employer's avatar was a white swan with a black background, and his ID was Corporal Xiao Xiaoe. The other party sent the task requirements and precautions without any ink, and provided his physical conditions and anonymous account. Then he decisively transferred [-] U.S. dollars inside, as if he wasn't worried about him escaping the bill at all.

It's not uncommon for hunters to cheat on websites. The other party's straightforward attitude made Old Tang feel a little embarrassed. It didn't feel like he was taking classes on behalf of his employer, but that he was trying to trick himself into getting an organ transplant.

Having to check his blood type and ensure his health at the same time, it's hard not to think too much. As soon as he arrives, a dozen big men will surround him and ask him to hand over his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, right?
The employer agreed so readily that rookie hunter Ronald Tang suspected that the other party was fishing for law enforcement.

And as if seeing through the reason for his hesitation, Corporal Xiao Xiaoe sent another message: "If you are not satisfied with the price, you can add more money."

(End of this chapter)