Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 33 Odd Jobs on Halloween
Two days later, Ma Zhaodi still went to work in the restaurant, but this time he followed his supervisor's advice and bought a second modified wheelchair to work.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he could sense that his colleagues were relieved to find out that he didn't drive that car to work.

When Santos and the others saw him coming to work, they immediately waved at him: "Ma Zhaodi, have you seen the news?"

He looked at the newspaper in Santos's hand and subconsciously asked, "What happened? Did the Richard Daniel incident happen?"

Santos's originally beaming expression suddenly drooped. "Huh? You already know?"

"On my way home from shooting practice on the weekend, I ran into this unlucky guy who had been shot to pieces. He was taken to the Gotham Police Department in the middle of the night and had to give a long statement. I even learned his name: the president of Gotham Bank."

"Wow, you're just like me." Santos suddenly became interested again. "You even ran into something like this? Did you see anything?"

"I'd rather not hit him. No, apart from the gun barrel half sticking out of the window and an unlicensed black car with reflective film, I didn't see anything." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "He's a ruthless person who dares to kill people in the street. Curiosity can easily kill the cat. I don't have nine lives."

"Oh, that's true."

Castro then jumped in: "Instead of thinking about that, how about thinking about something else, like how to celebrate Halloween?"

"Oh, speaking of which." Rick suddenly became interested. "Anyone want to come to my Halloween party? The kind without the Supervisor and Donald?"

Castro immediately responded: "Yeah!"

Ma Zhaodi had never attended an American-style party, but he knew very well that there would probably be no good people attending a gang member's party, and the treats would probably not just be beer and pizza, but also nude parties and drug orgies.

"That's not necessary." He shook his head. "As you can see, I'm broke, so I have to work on Halloween."

"Hey, don't be such a dampener!" Rick yelled in frustration. "We finally have some time off, and why would anyone volunteer to do odd jobs at this time?"

"I have to make a living." Ma Zhaodi sighed: "As you know, I just bought a car recently."

"Okay, okay." Castro surrendered immediately. Ma Zhaodi was very sure that the three of them shuddered when he mentioned the car.

It's so funny. We were just discussing the Halloween party, but when he talked about driving a death car to the door, everyone got scared. Typical of Ye Gong who loves dragons but doesn't like them.

However, it was not a lie to say that I had work to do. The system really gave me three odd jobs.

Halloween pumpkin lanterns
Task introduction: Don’t think too much, there is just a customer who needs a pumpkin lantern. If you do well, there will be a reward, and if you do not do well, there will be no punishment.

Note: Low risk, high reward, this job is reserved for you.

Status: To be completed (0/1)

Reward: A small portable pumpkin lantern that never goes out. You can carry it to scare away some weak demons - don't worry, it's not a magical item from this world, so there's no price to pay."

"Halloween Heart Arsonist
Mission Description: Mr. Harvey needs to do some unplanned work tonight, which means he won't have time to spend with his family. Perhaps you can do this job for him?
Note: In Gotham City, some jobs require guts to make money. Mr. Ma, do you want to be a nobody? Or do you want to be famous?

Status: Incomplete (0%)

Rewards: Based on task completion, each 200% is converted into $ in asset points. "Halloween takeaway service

Mission introduction: You may not believe it, but in Gotham City, there are indeed some people who are worse off than Gordon, Harvey, and even Batman. For such poor people, an extra-large Burger King takeout is like Chinese New Year.

Note: Born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, critically ill on Friday, passed away on Saturday, buried on Sunday, and will live to the end of this life - remember to wear a gas mask.

Status: Incomplete (0/1)

Reward: Intermediate culinary mastery and the friendship of a client."

I work three jobs in one night, and even the God of Hell would praise me for my good health.

But the rewards for the mission are really good: a small demon-killing pumpkin lantern that never goes out, asset points worth up to twenty thousand dollars, and intermediate cooking mastery - the intermediate cooking mastery in the mall costs a full three thousand dollars in asset points, which is five hundred more expensive than the asset points required for intermediate car driving mastery.

"One takeaway delivery is equivalent to half a month's hard work for me - alas, there are differences between jobs."

Just do it. Anyone who can resist doing this is a god.

So, during a break in the work lunch, colleagues in the restaurant noticed that there was a man gesturing with a pumpkin and a carving knife.

"Hey, Ma Zhaodi, where did you get that pumpkin?" Santos sat next to him with an apple in his hand. "Did you get it from the kitchen?"

"This is mine. Isn't it forbidden to take ingredients from the kitchen?" Ma Zhaodi responded casually, the carving knife in his hand flying up and down, taking off pieces of skin and flesh from the small pumpkin.

“Are you making jack-o’-lanterns?”

"Yeah, today is Halloween. I'll make some pumpkin lanterns and sell them. Maybe someone will buy them."

"Uh"

"what happened?"

Rick, who was passing by, took a look at the pumpkin in Ma Zhaodi's hand. As the carving knife continued to carve, a grinning face slowly appeared on it.

"Is this your first time carving a jack-o'-lantern?"

"Isn't it pretty? I think I carved it pretty well."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the small pumpkin in his hand. The twisted, pained expression seemed to evoke a unique artistic aura. It had a touch of Millet's classicism, a touch of Monet's impressionism, Matisse's Fauvism, Munch's expressionism, Balla's futurism, Picasso's cubism, and Dali's surrealism—all seemed to be reflected in this tiny pumpkin.
"What an ugly pumpkin lantern," Rick said mercilessly. "It's the ugliest pumpkin lantern I've ever seen in my life."

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "It's just a pumpkin lantern anyway. If I carve it in a funny way, maybe more people will buy it. After all, there are so many beautiful pumpkin lanterns, but not many that are as ugly as this. Only by doing something a little different can it be more recognizable."

"Well, there's no shortage of weirdos in Gotham anyway. Maybe there are people who actually like this kind of jack-o'-lantern. Speaking of which, have you ever considered carving a big pumpkin? Such an ugly pumpkin head would be really scary."

"Good idea! Then I'll wear this pumpkin head and steal candy from the kids."

(End of this chapter)