I, Lord of Prayer

It's called negotiation, but it's really about dividing up the pie. (Google search reading)

After all, they had already decided to join forces before they even arrived.

"That route to Fujiro Island belongs to me. I've been eyeing that route for a long time," the birdman said firmly, refusing to give up.

"Okay, but the routes for smuggling illegal drugs to Yingzhou must all be under my control, as well as the shipping routes to Indonesia..." Bai Xue retorted, making several demands in succession.

"You have too much of an appetite, Bai Xue. The shipping routes to Yingzhou can be yours, but the routes to Indonesia and the Americas must be shared equally. You can't take that much."

The two began vying for control of the smuggling route, while a subordinate was on the side using a laptop to organize and modify the data.

Beside him, Zhou Chen, relying on the powerful memory ability of an Ascended Being, memorized everything they had said.

This is the most valuable and confidential intelligence in the black market, but now it's being offered to him like a bus, with doors open for him to get on and off at will, treating him like an outsider.

So, being a traitor is great, you can listen to the enemy's secrets at will.

How much credit does this deserve?

Two hours later, the negotiations came to an end.

Zhou Chen reviewed the events with a dizzy head, making sure he remembered almost everything. At the same time, he was secretly surprised by the enormous scale of the black market – as a port for world trade, Jinzhu was involved in smuggling on almost every shipping route!

Jiang Che had told him before that smuggling was not a big deal, and was even commonplace. This gray industry was spread all over the world, and no region could prevent it. As a coastal city, how could it make money without smuggling?

In some places, people even rely on smuggling to make a fortune. ඏ🌷 🐸💀

Half an hour later, the negotiations finally ended. After finalizing the agreement, two copies of the contract were printed out using the printer in the room. Birdman and Snow White signed their names respectively.

This thing has no legal effect outside, but it's different in the black market. This contract is to be given to Fu Qing, and in the black market, Fu Qing is the law.

"They dare to make contracts like this now. I don't even dare to think about what they want in the future. No wonder Jiang Che wanted to kill Fu Qing so much..." Zhou Chen muttered to himself.

  

He was just thinking about whether to ask the birdman "organization" when he got back to the club when the middle-aged manager from before walked in with his men.

"The boss is very happy to see that the two of you can put aside your past grievances, so he has prepared a recreational activity for everyone."

The supervisor and his subordinates distributed an exquisite booklet to each person. Zhou Chen opened it with a lot of doubt and was immediately stunned. It contained detailed personal information and a clear photo next to it.

[Moon, 19 years old, music major, measurements... special skills... lively and cheerful personality...]

[XiXi, 21 years old, a university beauty queen, measurements... special skills... gentle and generous personality...]

[Guoguo, 23 years old, female office worker, measurements... special skills... aloof personality...]

This is insane...

Zhou Chen really wanted to shout, "What kind of club is this? You're doing a lot of harm to people!"

He flipped through the pages and found there were more men...

Amazing! ★🎁 ➅➈𝐬𝒽𝕦χ.ℂσм 🐉♝

Looking around, everyone was flipping through the booklets with shining eyes. Even "Birdman" and "Snow White" were carefully selecting items. It was hard to tell whether they really wanted to play or were just giving Fu Qing face.

"If you're unsure which one to choose, we have an alchemy instrument here that can accurately analyze your preferred type and match you directly with a suitable candidate from our database." The manager said, waving his hand, and immediately a subordinate brought over a strangely shaped machine and placed it on the table.

The instrument is circular in shape and has a recessed handprint on it. It is equipped with a display screen next to it, which makes it easy to view the matching objects in the database.

"Who wants to try first?" The birdman looked around.

"I'll go first," Han Laohu chuckled and placed his hand on it.

On the screen, after several seconds of loading, the system finally displayed a file.

"Wow, that's amazing. She's exactly my type. I'll take her then." Han Laohu smiled with satisfaction after reading the information in the file.

Zhou Chen pondered for a moment. He seemed to have seen this kind of device somewhere before... Right, he saw it on the dark web.

This instrument can obtain the user's internal XP system by scanning the subconscious, and then filter and analyze it through specially programmed programs and databases, and finally match the corresponding object.

If I remember correctly, this thing was developed by a few anime alchemists in the name of finding their true love, and it unexpectedly became popular all over the world.

Seeing people step forward to try it, Zhou Chen pondered deeply—he was still under the side effects of the D-394 Concentration Necklace and had no desire for that kind of thing at all, so would the scan result be positive?

Soon, even Birdman and Snow White had tried it out and determined the best candidate, leaving only Zhou Chen without any analysis.

"Give it a try, just for fun. Don't worry, no one will know."

The birdman joked, "Or have you already made your choice?"

Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Zhou Chen stepped forward without saying a word and placed his palm on the instrument.

However, when the system finished loading, the screen was completely empty.

"Hmm? There's a problem?" The supervisor checked the area with some surprise, but found nothing wrong.

After a moment of silence, he bowed somewhat awkwardly and apologized: "I'm sorry, sir, there are no suitable matches for you in the database at the moment."

Hiss... Han Laohu, Li Ergou, and several others who knew the "serial killer" couldn't help but gasp, and began to unconsciously imagine that this evil star might like corpses?

"It's fine, I'm not interested," Zhou Chen replied indifferently.

"I didn't expect your XP to be so strange."

The birdman rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Fine, if you're not interested, you can wait here for us for an hour, okay?"

"Okay." Zhou Chen nodded indifferently, but couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Two or three minutes later, the supervisor led a group of men and women in.

Their faces were adorned with impeccable smiles, every move they made made people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts, and their language was flawless, flattering, coquettish, and amusing... their professional skills were simply maxed out.

Even ruthless killers like Birdman and Snow White were served comfortably.

However, the Ascended One's keen perception allowed Zhou Chen to notice the fleeting numbness and fear in these people's eyes. But when he saw the smiles on their faces, he felt that it was just an illusion created by the interplay of lights.

not right...

It's not right.

Once doubt arises, it will snowball, growing bigger and bigger over time.

Are they really just simple "technicians"?