Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

All eyes turned to him again, this time not to his delivery box, but to his face.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone without makeup before?"

Liu Zheng said unhappily.

Once again, Liu Zheng used his gaze to drive the painted-face men away, then gave the coffee to the cleaning staff.

"This is the coffee I promised you. And these are some extra desserts for you."

The moment the cleaning lady saw the half-baked cheesecake, two blushes immediately appeared on her face, and her sclera turned into starry eyes.

"Is this appropriate?"

Her tone was surprisingly hesitant.

"What's wrong with that? You work so hard cleaning, what's wrong with eating some cake?"

"If the higher-ups don't get along, that's their problem. What does it have to do with us workers? Don't you agree?"

Liu Zheng shoved the cake into her hands.

"Yes, right?"

The cleaning staff were still somewhat hesitant.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it."

He took out his teething stick.

"If you try to take it by force, I'll unleash the dogs."

"You wouldn't want your designated sanitation area in front of your door to be covered in dog poop, would you?"

A wicked smile played on Liu Zheng's lips.

"Don't do that kind of thing!"

The cleaning lady screamed, then shoved the cake into her mouth and chewed it vigorously.

"Is it tasty?"

"too delicious."

The cleaning staff left behind tears of happiness.

"You work your butt off for the property management, and you can't even afford a cake? What's the point?"

"How much of the money you extorted from me will you get?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Two, two hundred."

Cleaning service resumes.

Two hundred?! Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?

He shouted loudly.

The cleaning lady looked ashamed.

"Married?"

"I'm married. My husband couldn't find a job last year, so the city hall dismissed him. We have three young boys who depend on me to support them."

The cleaning lady said sadly, her starry eyes turning into downcast ones.

"Take it."

Liu Zheng took out five hundred yuan and slapped it on her chest.

"I left in a hurry this time and didn't bring much money. With this little money, I'll buy some meat for the kids first; it's just a small token of my appreciation as their uncle."

"Why is this so embarrassing?"

The cleaner's face was stained red again.

Judging from the color and texture, it must have been dyed with the juice of some kind of flower.

"Take it, or you'll be disrespecting me."

Liu Zheng said seriously.

"No way. Well, thank you on behalf of the children, Uncle."

The cleaning lady gave him a flirty wink.

*Thud*, the eyeball fell to the ground.

Liu Zheng helped her pick it up and put it back.

Then he frowned and stared at it for a while.

Always feel something is not right.

He stretched out his tentacle, moistened it with saliva, and drew two eyebrows on the cleaner's face.

Yes, that's correct.

Liu Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"You don't need to give the security guard his share anymore; I'll just give him half."

The cleaner lowered her head and said.

"One thing at a time. Am I the kind of person who does that kind of work? Here you go."

He bid another three hundred dollars.

"Thanks. Um, do you have any shame?"

"I can't help but ask," the cleaning lady asked shyly.

"What?"

The muscles in Liu Zheng's face twitched.

I've tried my best, and you're still scolding me?

"This is the face I picked up. It's a bit bruised, but I've washed it clean. If you don't mind, you can use it."

The cleaner took a paper bag out of the tool cart.

There are many gaps on it, which look like they were bitten by some kind of rodent.

But overall it is still intact.

"No need. My face will grow back in a little while."

Liu Zheng declined.

Who knows if these faces can be taken off after being worn?

And he wasn't lying; skin had already grown back around the edges of his face.

"Okay, here you go. I'm leaving."

The cleaning staff handed a bottle to Liu Zheng and rushed into the office building.

Through the glass door, he saw her talk to the security guard for a while, and then walk into the stairwell.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the bottle in his hand.

Name: Cleaning Insecticide (Disposable)

Type: Miscellaneous Items

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: Highly effective insecticide"

"Note: Eliminate all harmful insects, and be invincible."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

This stuff would be good for white-feathered chickens.

There are probably a lot of mosquitoes, rodents, and ants in the kitchen.

Liu Zheng put away the insecticide and went into the office building.

Chapter 60 Elevator Shock

When he came in, the security guard just glanced at him and then lowered his head to continue playing on his phone.

Also good.

Liu Zheng actually doesn't like dealing with people in this world.

Those jokes and banter were just a means to survive.

But he soon had to deal with it because he was blocked by the turnstile.

Even with the height of the turnstile, Liu Zheng could jump over it from the spot.

But even a fool knows that forcing your way across will definitely result in serious injury.

Maybe a laser net will just appear and slice him into pieces like roasted mutton.

Just as he was about to talk to the security guard, a white-collar worker approached him.

The face she drew is in the style of Japanese anime, and it looks like it was created by AI because she has three ears.

"I can swipe your card for you."

The white-collar worker volunteered.

"Oh? Thank you then."

Liu Zheng stepped aside.

"But you have to give me the takeout bag."

The white-collar worker said.

What do you need the takeout bag for?

He asked curiously.

"You don't need to worry about that. Just give me the takeout bag, and I'll swipe your card for you."

The white-collar worker repeated.

Whether or not she could have the takeout bag was something that really touched on Liu Zheng's area of ​​ignorance.

After all, neither cattle nor horses ever mentioned this rule.

Based on his real-life experience delivering food, the platform had never emphasized this aspect.

After all, every delivery company has different packaging. Better ones use insulated bags, while worse ones just use plastic bags.

When in doubt, consult oxen and horses.

Liu Zheng made the call decisively, but as expected, the call was not answered.

This time, Niu Ma was determined not to answer, not even bothering to bother with a call reminder.

"alright."

He shrugged, preparing to try and get some information out of the white-collar worker.

At that moment, the security guard came over.

"Manager Huang, aren't you going to work yet? I remember you only have five minutes for your break time."

He said to the white-collar workers.

“I have an extra credit limit.”

The white-collar worker pursed her lips and said.

"You should keep it, save it for a crucial moment, what do you say?"

The security guard said expressionlessly.

His face is painted in an oil painting style, and it looks somewhat like the work of Rembrandt in his middle and late periods.