Above Destiny

Chapter 610 The Good Days in the Ditch Never End

Things are getting better, everything is getting better!
Everyone says that the Central Plains is a cesspool and a cesspool, but Ji Jue only feels that since he came here, he has only met good people, or 'good people'.

He's been cured completely.

First, the "Cult of Evil" kindly came to stand up for the injustice he suffered, and then the domineering CEO, Brother Du, came to pay for the coastal property.

Just when things had settled down and everything was in ruins, with no way to revitalize the economy, Sheikhi risked his life to create demand for himself, followed by the Federation and the Wasteland sparing no expense to stuff money into his hands...

Even when there is no market, people will actively create one for them.

Regardless of how the market came about, just say whether it is a market or not!

Who says the Central Plains is a den of dragons and tigers? This is clearly a land of auspicious geomancy, with fine materials and beautiful jade everywhere. Making money is as easy as a joke. Ji Jue doesn't want to leave.

While he was putting on a show of clearing out his inventory in the Federation and Wilderness with daily limited quantities, Coast Technology was also experiencing a period of rapid expansion locally.

Even the lighter factory, which was originally just a joke, has suddenly become a high-precision military production and maintenance base. Even the ridiculous unfinished building that Dugu Ming came to criticize Ji Jue for is now being praised for its simplicity and natural beauty.

Don't ask, it's simply the spirit of the coast!

Old Gou has gone mad.

What could be more unbearable than not being able to earn the money right in front of you? Time, time is money, my friend!
As Ji Jue's agent, he's been running so hard these past two days that his feet are practically sparking, and he's been working tirelessly, his eyes red as he tries to overcome any obstacle.

If you don't have enough equipment, contact the Tianping Chamber of Commerce for expedited processing. If the Tianping Chamber of Commerce can't handle it expedited, then turn to Tiangang to get the boss to handle it.

When they ran out of manpower, they made a quick decision and went to the Star Core Association, sending over a group of key business personnel at a wholesale price of one million per person.

If there wasn't enough cattle or horses, they would go to the Chongguang Church, and then haul people to the factory in truckloads, where they would be trained on the spot and put to work while following the robotic arms of Lord of the Flies, working in three shifts, 24 hours a day.

Don't give me that labor protection law, there's no such thing. Work on the assembly line for a month and you'll immediately get a tricycle, a refrigerator, a generator, and an air conditioner. If you work for six months, you'll get a house, and if you sign a long-term contract, you can even bring your family... The poor guys in the slums who are barely scraping by doing volunteer work for the church every day are going crazy, lining up to squeeze into the factory, wishing they could chain themselves to the assembly line.

Their fighting spirit was so high, and their drive so fierce, that even the garbage collectors from Haizhou started sweating: "Dude, how much money do you owe? Why are you acting like a mad dog?"
Some people even looked like they'd seen a ghost after hearing about the treatment and ran back to ask Elder Long: "Tell me the truth, is Coast planning to sacrifice its employees or use some kind of witchcraft or evil magic? Otherwise, why would they go to such lengths?"
With the credibility and guarantee of the Chongguang Church, and relying on the church's screening process, a group of employees who still had a desire to change their fate were gathered, and the local branch of Coastal Industries was thus launched in full swing.

The seemingly desolate city of Tacheng has now entered an unexpected period of prosperity.

With the Empire and the Federation investing heavily and stockpiling resources, even the artisans were extremely busy. All the workshops, large and small, around the entire city of Tower were operating at full capacity, barely managing to meet market demand and consumption.

Because of the extra quota, the commissions that couldn't be accepted, the deadlines that couldn't be met, and the orders that couldn't be scheduled, Ji Jue took it all by himself.

A workshop that doesn't even have a registered name has managed to capture more than 40% of the market share in Tacheng, and it guarantees quality and quantity while offering preferential wholesale prices.

Even orders for low-end consumables with little technological content still make countless competitors envious, restless, and unable to sleep.

speechless.

What else is there to say?

Ji Jue's alchemical bullets were being hauled out in truckloads every day. The daytime trucks went to the Federation base, and the nighttime trucks went to the warehouse in the wasteland.

Shaban even pulled out a thick list of materials, letting Ji Jue pick and choose whatever he wanted. As long as the goods could be delivered, anything was negotiable.

Their appetite is terrifyingly large; they're probably acting as some kind of middleman. As for who will foot the bill for Shaban, besides the Federation, who else in the entire city of Tacheng is so wealthy and powerful? Anyway, Ji Jue doesn't know, and it doesn't matter to him.

By clearing out inventory to exchange for blessings and materials, in just a few days, the "Masterful Hands," "Priority of Spirit," and "Axis of Domination" that were prepared for Isis were all in place. Ji Jue also managed to snag half a set of the "[Shock and Roar]" blessing sequence.

It's rare to find someone willing to pay the bill, so not only can I clear out my inventory, but I can also use consumables like alchemical bullets to exchange for blessings and materials.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; it would be truly foolish not to seize it and cash in quickly.

Besides, what kind of craftsman would it be if they didn't smuggle their own stuff into alchemical items?
With the cover of craftsmanship and three-phase alchemy, a large amount of Fly King remnant spirits were stuffed into the bullets. Once triggered on the wolf, Ji Jue would know even earlier than the command posts on both sides.

Anyway, Ji Jue has been laughing in his dreams these past two days, laughing so hard his legs can't close.

All he could feel for Sheikh was his blessing and gratitude.

Keep it up, big brother, the sower's lackey!
You absolutely must live a little longer and cause even more trouble!

Good days began, one after another.

boom! ! !
On the desolate and bleak street, amidst a deafening roar, countless bricks and stones flew through the air currents, a flame shot into the sky, and amidst the piercing alarm, the ground was a scene of utter devastation.

The raging flames had engulfed the armored vehicle, and thick black smoke rose from its burning shell. Nearby, walls collapsed, and screams of agony echoed through the air.

"How are we supposed to get through this miserable life?!"

In a dizzying, disorienting state, Liang Mo gasped for breath, his vision blurred, his ears rang, and he instinctively cursed, but he couldn't hear his own voice at all.

What happened?

He tried hard to remember, to recall exactly where he was.

During an escort mission to protect important officials of the provisional government to their residence, while waiting, it seems that a teammate reached out and teased... a stray dog ​​that was passing by and urinating?

and then?
Then, the wild dogs exploded.

Along with the explosives in his stomach.

The explosive force was enough to send their entire team flying into the air, but it failed to achieve its purpose—in the sharp, piercing sound, the riot cats holding up the giant shields and metal foam directly in front of the explosion were completely unrecognizable.

Before anyone could react, he kicked the wild dog away and roughly pulled the armored off-road vehicle in front of them. A massive amount of metallic foam erupted from his body, blocking most of the air pressure and impact.

At that moment, amidst the scraping sounds, I struggled to turn around. The familiar emoticons were no longer visible on the shattered screen; only sparks and black smoke continued to billow out.

She raised her hand and gave him a thumbs-up.

Before Liang Mo could respond, he raised his gun and began to guard his surroundings.

After reporting the situation over the radio and waiting for reinforcements to arrive, and confirming that there were no snipers around, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dog, well done! I owe you one more time this time!"

He limped as he helped the riot cat onto the Coastal Industry's maintenance and transport vehicle, patting its metal frame: "Seriously, after you retire, how about coming back with me to open a restaurant? I'll sell boxed lunches to support you, how about it? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes?"

The large metal hand twitched, then lifted up and gave him the middle finger.

"Which idiot taught this?"

Liang Mo's face turned green: "Don't let me catch you!"

Immediately, everyone around burst into laughter.

Overjoyed.

Before long, a brand-new riot control cat jumped off the repair truck. Amid cheers, the cat emoticon on the head display lit up, giving everyone a thumbs-up once again.

full HP resurrection!

After the engineers in the car confirmed that the black box, including the motherboard, was intact, they replaced it with a spare unit from the car. The unit was damaged to such an extent that it was beyond repair and was taken back to be disassembled and scrapped.

Since the military is footing the bill, there's no need to be stingy. And for the military, this small amount of money is a huge bargain, preventing the loss of an entire elite squad—the compensation alone would be more than that!
The only downside is that after the new model was installed, all the paint and decorations that everyone had done before were ruined and had to be repainted.

Perfect timing! Everyone's tired of the previous graffiti, and they're itching to show off their artistic talents.

Despite repeated orders from higher authorities not to scribble on the assigned riot control cats, the graffiti continues unabated and is even escalating, with competitions and polls now taking place among the line-filling enthusiasts.

Even the riot police cats themselves are enjoying it.

Over time, depending on the level of communication and the atmosphere of the team, each cat's aesthetic and hobbies gradually became different. Some cats liked 3D stereoscopic spray painting, some liked anime, some liked bikini-clad Fu Rui... and some cats liked to write swear words on their bodies. When something happened, they would just point to the swear words as if they had already cursed.

After a brief adjustment period, they seamlessly integrated into the team. After all, who wouldn't love such agile and obedient helper who can save lives in crucial moments and carry the refrigerator for you to have a can of soda anytime? Beyond patrolling and maintaining order, this amazing learning ability extends to all aspects of life. It's even said that, under the tutelage of bored soldiers, some cats have started learning to repair cars.

Even the most resistant and repulsive soldiers, after using it for a while, had to admit: this little thing is actually damn useful.

This is practically the only truly conscientious piece of equipment the military has had in recent years.

Today, riot cats are a common sight on the streets of Tacheng, following behind federal patrol teams. Even the locals have gradually become accustomed to these large, harmless creatures that are not armed.

In case of any unexpected situation or traffic accident, they may even lend a hand.

Safe and harmless.

The bewildered cat spirits followed behind the humans, silently gazing at this cruel world, and threw themselves into the most dangerous work of handling explosives and searching dangerous areas.

Amidst the greetings of bullets and explosions, we gradually learn and become familiar with each other.

Unlike the cats who are always optimistic, from the Federation to the Empire, every low-level worker and laborer is exhausted and despondent.

Even with the riot control cats, maintaining order in Tacheng is becoming an increasingly troublesome and disgusting task.

Some things, if you just ignore them, you can pretend they don't exist. But if you insist on digging into the past, then it'll never end.

Just like a new programmer has to deal with a mountain of code piled up by his predecessors, or a sanitation worker facing an endless mountain of garbage.

You must now begin to pay for the sins committed by everyone before you.

In order to thoroughly eliminate the White Bond Restoration Front and dangerous elements, the Federation and the Empire had to take matters into their own hands and actually clean up the remaining terrorists and suspects in the slums, restore order, and maintain stability.

The past indulgence and frivolity have now transformed into a crushing burden and endless troubles; one order is finished only to be followed by another, one problem is dealt with only to be solved by yet another.

A multitude of chaotic and interconnected issues left everyone, from top to bottom, utterly overwhelmed and exhausted. In their despair, they couldn't help but utter a heartfelt question: "Damn it, Sheikh, why aren't you dead yet?!"
"Brother Ji Jue, Brother Ji Jue, let's go out and play!"

Suddenly, a pair of eyes popped up in front of us, blinking and sparkling with anticipation: "I heard that a lot of jellyfish have recently appeared near the sea in Tacheng. Let's go catch some jellyfish!"

"No."

Ji Jue skillfully grabbed the back of her collar, tossed her aside, and continued adjusting the mechanical heart on the control panel: "I'm working."

"Brother Ji Jue, we—"

Five minutes later, An Ning popped up again, about to speak, but was interrupted by Ji Jue, who handed her a box: "Take this new batch of consumables and try it out. Let me know if there's anything you don't like."

Five minutes later, An Ning peeked out again: "Brother Ji Jue..."

Ji Juesheng sighed in despair and turned around:
"what happened again?"

"Um, it's nothing."

An Ning rested her chin on her hand and smiled happily: "I just wanted to wait for you to turn around and look at me, well, I can look at you too."

"..."

Ji Jue, helpless, pointed to the other side of the table: "If you want to watch, sit there and watch. Don't bother me. If you're bored, go play with the little bull. The little bull is very fun to play with. You can try it."

I still have to entertain guests.

In the corner, the calf in the giant metal doghouse looked up in shock, incredulous, and beeped.

A crisp knock sounded on the door.

He was habitually polite and very well-mannered, even though the door had already been opened before he knocked.

A guest arrives.

Tong Shan pushed open the door and looked around the workshop inside. It was hard to imagine that such a world existed inside the rough, undecorated, abandoned building on the outside.

Ji Jue finished the finishing touches, put the heart back into his chest in front of him, and turned around to take the tea handed to him by the robotic arm.

"Brother Shan, please have a seat. What brings you here?"

"Deliver the money, pick up the goods, and find a place to slack off on the side."

After taking off his coat, Tong Shan sat on the sofa, loosened his tie without any hesitation, and calmly said something he would never have said before.

It can only be said that some people may seem very serious, but the closer you get to them, the more you can sense their hidden, brooding nature.

Back in Yacheng, with the Tong family's expectations and the bureau chief's trust, Tong Shan naturally worked diligently and dared not relax for a moment. But now that he's come to this godforsaken place, if he still can't learn to leave himself some breathing room, he'll probably be exhausted to death.

After waving to An Ning, who was still playing with the cattle and horses, he took the tea from Ji Jue, not minding its perpetually cheap taste, and casually asked, "When did you find a large group? The one at the workshop entrance, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."

"Oh, the new security guard, still on probation." Ji Jue replied without hesitation, "Has he been slacking off? Remember to tell me, or I'll dock his pay."

"The gatekeeper?" Tong Shan asked doubtfully. "He seems a bit unreliable."

"Yeah, I heard they play really hard behind the scenes. Maybe they're just exhausted. It's a big group, so it's normal for things to be a bit chaotic."

Ji Jue reached out and took a box from the robotic arm, opened it, and pushed it over: "Let's inspect it. It's a high-grade alchemical bullet, standard issued by the association. The specifications and standards are all about the same."

I can't guarantee a rebirth rank, but as long as the metamorphosis rank isn't in the Vortex or the Desolate Ruins, one shot is enough to take down an enemy.

"Okay, that's good enough."

Tong Shan closed the box without even looking at it and tossed it aside. He then pulled out his calligraphy brush and handed it over, saying, "Take a look at this one too."

"Oh——"

Ji Jue took the dark longsword, walked to his workbench, briefly examined its internal workings, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "This power consumption is a bit outrageous, isn't it? It's sluggish when you use it, isn't it?"

"Hmm, it's not very convenient to use. Is there a problem with the quality?"

"Master Zhou is also suffering in his heart."

Ji Jue sighed: "No one expected you to use this thing to withstand a natural disaster. The aura of the white deer has seeped into it. Also, you've built quite a few before, haven't you? The Zhou Tian structure has even become tilted. The consumption is too great."

"There are too many problems; we'll solve one as best we can." Tong Shan asked, "Is it troublesome to do?"

"Minor issues, a few minor maintenance checks, a major treatment, and it's all taken care of."

Ji Jue's hands moved without stopping, his fingertips tracing the blade inch by inch. Instantly, a light, melodious sound rang out. The friction between his two fingers and the blade was like a whetstone, sparking a tiny flame.

The sword-nurturing technique within the Nine Types of Heritage is masterful.

From Panying to Zhanlu, after honing my skills for so long, I have made some progress.

The alchemical creation that had seemed flawless before now appeared to have quite a few areas that could be adjusted and modified according to Tong Shan's habits: "Should I help you strengthen it?"

"Row."

And so, the work began.

These are all minor troubles and problems, nothing too serious. A little tweaking and a quick reheat will fix it.

However, while waiting for the furnace to preheat, Ji Jue saw the screen light up in the corner. Understanding dawned on him, but his hands continued their sharpening practice. Suddenly, he asked:
"Brother Shan, do you want credit or not?"

　It's the end of the month, please give me a monthly pass.

　　I'd like to recommend a friend's book.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)