Storm of Gods

Chapter 167 Another Day I Want to Be the President

As a super-working man with multiple jobs, Li Xin needs to squeeze out time to write articles. Because of the meddling of those busybodies, he lost the opportunity to freeload at the Order House and had to go to Old Morton's stall as usual to take care of things.

Before he could even settle into his seat, he saw the boss's hands, which looked like those of someone with Parkinson's disease, and immediately shouted, "Old Morton, your hands are shaking! Tell young Morton to add more meat for me!"

This must be emphasized, otherwise, if you shake it, half of it will be gone, and if you shake it again, only a thin layer will remain. It looks like it has a large area, but it is actually floating. I don't know how this skill was developed.

Little Morton nudged his grandfather. Little Morton liked Li Xin very much and added a lot of meat to Li Xin's plate. He personally served it to him and whispered, "Grandpa also made some meat scraps."

"Well, old Morton copied me, but only gave me this little bit. That's not fair," Li Xin laughed.

Old Morton glared at his grandson. How could he tell this to the person in charge? Beef was too expensive. He figured it out after eating meat scraps a few times and launched a meat scraps product. Although the price was cheaper, the profit increased a lot. All of it was saved up for young Morton to go to the Order of the Church.

"Eat, eat, eat!" Old Morton said helplessly, holding a plate with a dish of mixed beef on it.

Admittedly, old Morton was stingy, but Li Xin still came to eat here. It wasn't just because it was cheap; when he first arrived in Heldan, his first meal was here. Old Morton probably recognized him as a new immigrant at a glance and helped him settle in at the Carp Dragon Inn without charging him. Later, he learned that Li Xin was a porter at the docks, and as his life stabilized, his hands started to tremble more and more.

He should shake it off, and Li Xin should eat.

"Little Morton, your brother is incredibly talented! Not only can he carry bags and cook, but he can also write novels, including one published in the Hexbird Gazette, 'The Utopia Chronicle,' which is fantastic." Li Xin boasted as he ate. He had changed his name last, as calling him Duke directly might cause trouble, and the Hexbird Gazette was currently walking on thin ice.

“Keep bragging. If your writing gets published in the bird newspaper, my beef soup will be a tribute to the royal family,” old Morton mocked.

“Old Morton, we may be familiar, but I won’t stand for this kind of stirring up trouble. What if I publish this?” Li Xin asked, his eyes wide.

"So be it, I can't read anyway." Old Morton shrugged indifferently, leaving Li Xin speechless. This punch felt like hitting cotton, utterly powerless.

Helpless, Li Xin finished his meal and paid the bill. Watching Old Morton snatch the lira from his hand, he felt an overwhelming bitterness. He went back to work. He had been spending money lately, and the Bird Company's salary wouldn't arrive until the end of the month. The problem was, with the Bird Company in such a terrible state, wouldn't those damned capitalists find some excuse not to pay the salaries?

Although I wanted to buy a cup of coffee, it was just a thought. I'd just mooch a coffee from Christie's; coffee is quite expensive, so I'd better save where I can.

Sitting in front of the typewriter, I closed my eyes, trying to organize my thoughts... I almost fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark. Damn, when did it get dark? Just as I was about to type, thump thump thump...

Something was knocking on the window. It was that owl again. Li Xin really didn't want to pay attention to it, but then he thought about his salary.

He opened the window, and the owl looked at him with disdain, as if annoyed that he was so slow. It tossed the letter in its beak onto the windowsill, flapped its wings unhappily, raising a cloud of dust, and then flew away proudly.

Li Xin picked up the letter, glanced at the "reserve grain," and decided to roast it sooner or later.

...A meeting?
Damn it, why are we still having meetings every day now that we're on the Dao Yuan Continent? What the hell is going on?

Despite his complaints, Li Xin changed into the Bird Society uniform and hailed a convertible. This couldn't go on; he needed to find an opportunity to ask Christy if he could get reimbursed. He was going to go bankrupt from having to come here so often.

When I arrived at the bird club, I found that everyone was still doing their own thing, and it didn't feel like a meeting.

Christy opened the office door and waved to Li Xin.

Amidst the knowing glances of the crowd, Li Xin entered Christie's office. Christie smiled, "If it's inconvenient for you, you can leave the door open." Li Xin closed the door tightly, "Let them be envious and jealous, but they can't do anything about it!"

Christie giggled upon hearing this, and Li Xin then noticed her attire: a white, low-cut long dress and a milky-white corset. This corset wasn't for shaping her waist, but rather for supporting her bust; even the largest breasts would have to be pushed up to look impressive. The skirt hem fell just below her thighs, and perhaps because her legs were so long, her snow-white, glistening skin made Li Xin stare in amazement once again.

"Is my sister going to a party?"

Christie smiled. "Yes, I'm accompanying the president to a banquet later. Do you think it looks good?"

"Sister, do you have a small dagger? I can tie it to my thigh, just in case someone's blind and tries to hit me," Li Xin said.

Christie couldn't help but chuckle. No woman dislikes praise. "You little rascal, get down to business. Nobles are like that; the dirtier they are inside, the more gentlemanly they appear on the surface. It's fun to tease them. Seriously though, another batch of files has arrived. Take a look at them quickly; you need to return them. Also, we've discovered an important clue. There really is a doctor in the Inquisition of the Earth Mother Goddess Church who specializes in life sciences. You know, the Inquisition's research can sometimes go too far, involving blasphemy. It was later banned, and that person disappeared."

Upon hearing this, Li Xin's eyes lit up. "So this person is highly suspicious?"

"Yes, this person is also a coroner, obsessed with dissecting corpses, animals, the Fallen Ones, and the bodies of all kinds of victims. He suddenly disappeared one day, but we can't get any more useful information. You have a good relationship with Simmons, and Simmons has close ties with the Undertaker in the Saint Zee District. You could try to break through that barrier."

"Sister, this is ultimately the funeral director's business. Is this the right thing to do?" Li Xin asked doubtfully. Providing clues would be fine, but actively going to their place to look for them seemed...

“We’re just following orders, that’s all.” Christie didn’t explain further.

Hearing this, Li Xin nodded, "I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee it will work. It also depends on whether Simmons will give me face."

Christie hadn't held out much hope anyway. "Alright, you can stay here and watch. It's about time for me to leave."

As she spoke, Christie touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, slightly turning her body. Whether it was intentional or not, Christie struck various sexy poses, occasionally asking Li Xin for his opinion.

Li Xin had no objections whatsoever. This kind of mature woman who understands men is the most annoying. She's full of subtle tricks and exotic charm. Even though he knows it's all an act, what man doesn't love a green tea b*tch?

Christie pulled out a pair of stockings. "This trend was started by your Grand Consul Luther."

Exposing such long legs would obviously be impolite. In front of Li Xin, she lifted her left leg, straight, and deliberately slid her fingers down her thigh. With a light flick of her long leg, she began to put on stockings.

The stockings weren't made of nylon from another world, but rather of some kind of exquisite silk thread. Li Xin wasn't quite sure what the material was; it was smooth, shiny, and very thin, and it maintained the luxury of Montcarette. There was even a ribbon on the lace, making Li Xin want to tear it off.

“It’s not very comfortable to wear, come and help me, sister,” Christie suddenly said.

Li Xin looked at his legs, then at Christie, then at his legs again, and smiled wryly, "Sister, don't tease me, it'll kill you."

Christie burst into laughter, her clear laughter accompanied by a trembling of her chest and swaying of her legs. It was truly excruciating. Li Xin quickly turned around, forcefully suppressing the urge to turn back. Three seconds later, he turned back and found that Christie was already dressed.

“It’s actually quite slippery.” Christie blinked.

Li Xin looked down at his nose, wondering if it was the stockings, the legs, or the clothes that were slippery.
Seeing Li Xin's embarrassed appearance, Christie was in a good mood and went to accompany the president. The remaining worker looked at a huge pile of files and sighed to the sky. He also wanted to be the president.

(End of this chapter)