T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Gulp~~" I almost choked on the fries.

The jailer was covered in sweat, his neck stiff, and could only plead for help with his eyes.

The woman in the blanket stood up and said, "It means exactly what it says, exactly what it says. The prison guard is really into a female prison guard in a game. It's a popular anime/manga thing among young people, and he's totally obsessed with her."

"He also bought a lot of figurines related to that prison guard at home... you know, little plastic figures."

The two powers harm each other, whichever is less.

A love for paper cutouts might not seem like a weird hobby to parents, but if you insist on explaining it to the jailer...

The prison guard's quick thinking saved his reputation.

"I see. I've learned something from you young people."

what?

There's no need to learn it!

Please, please don't share this as a piece of knowledge with other people...

During the meal, Yuan Huanye asked everyone many questions, some related to the prison guard, and some related to themselves.

During the morning tea, both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely, and Yuan Huanye's smile never faded.

As he was about to leave, he took out a "lucky money" packet that he had prepared beforehand.

"Come on, take this. I know you've heard about the custom of giving red envelopes in Guangdong. Don't worry, I'm giving you a big one."

Although they wanted to say "I can't accept this" or "No, no, no," Yuan Huanye's actions of stuffing the items into everyone's pockets were so swift that they couldn't refuse.

After doing all this, he left Jiang Heyi alone.

Although Jiang Heyi felt a little awkward in the private room with only the two of them, he still maintained a calm expression.

"I know some of what I said today is true and some is false, but I don't want to distinguish between them." Yuan Huanye's lips curled up, and his eyes were full of kindness as he looked at Jiang Heyi.

Experience is the best teacher; even though they were supporting the jailer, they were still exposed.

"uncle……"

Yuan Huanye gestured for Jiang Heyi to listen to him first.

"You are the guild leader, the soul of the entire guild, and their leader. This is the heaviest burden you bear."

"The challenges outside the game are far greater than those inside the game. Whether a team can last often depends on how the leader manages it."

"But you're still very young and inexperienced. Sometimes you might not have considered things thoroughly enough, so perhaps you need some advice?"

Jiang Heyi understood the unspoken meaning: "Please enlighten me?"

“I can see that the seven of you have a good relationship. Actually, when the family business was first established, I also had some very good friends. But in the end, I had to cut ties with one of them for twenty years. Do you know why?”

"Money?" Jiang Heyi understood immediately.

"You created a self-media account in the name of the guild..." Yuan Huanye only touched on the subject briefly.

Jiang Heyi smiled slightly and confidently stated the plan she had already made.

After hearing this, Yuan Huanye burst into laughter.

"Good, good, good, good!"

Four "good"s, four different tones.

He patted Jiang Heyi on the shoulder: "Shucheng is a slowpoke, so take good care of him. He's not bad, just a bit careless."

"Actually, everyone in the guild likes him. A guild always needs someone to liven up the atmosphere, which often requires playing the role of a clown. Jailer Bro enjoys this feeling, and we've all gotten used to him acting silly."

"If he's happy, and you're all happy, then I'm at ease."

After seeing Jiang Heyi off, Yuan Huanye sat in the private room, recalling the various moments he had enjoyed morning tea with this group of young people, and couldn't help but smile.

He made a phone call.

"Well, it's me."

"Prepare the gift I asked you to prepare before, according to the highest standards."

"Yes, it's confirmed. That kid Shucheng has met a really good person. I even think he's not good enough for her."

Chapter 123 Farmhouse Inn Dungeon

"I passed! I passed! Thank you everyone."

The jailer was extremely grateful.

When his father asked what "jailer" meant, his heart almost stopped, but thankfully the blankets reacted quickly.

Overall, Yuan Huanye is very satisfied with the entire guild, and the jailer's days at home will probably be much more comfortable in the future.

"You said we should only eat until we're 4% full for dim sum, and we did that. What are our plans for the rest of the day?" Jiang Heyi asked.

The prison guard got excited and said, "You guys go back to the hotel first, I'll go get the car and come over."

The tetra-propaganda asked in surprise, "You have a car?"

Plain fries raised an eyebrow: "You can drive?"

Jiang Heyi asked curiously, "When did you get your driver's license?"

It was clear that everyone had a lot of questions, so the jailer had to answer them one by one.

"Of course I do. I got my driver's license right after I finished the college entrance exam. Although my grades weren't great and my family was angry for a long time, I still managed to scrape together some money and bought one."

While waiting, Quadruple exclaimed, "With money at home, the jailer's car seems like something to look forward to."

Jiang Heyi didn't think so.

For a long period between the end of the college entrance examination and entering university, Prison Guard Bro was financially strapped. If he suggested buying a car, he would most likely get a dismissive response from Yuan Huanye.

"Alright, I've arrived!"

Upon seeing the message in the group chat, everyone rushed to the parking lot. After scanning the area, they finally spotted the prison guard waving next to a white van.

It is a brand highly praised by freight drivers, and some models have a reputation for being able to be passed down through three generations, with the vehicle still in use even after the driver leaves.

It's also a job for ordinary people; even after retirement, drivers have to take the initiative to soothe the soul of the machine.

The jailer's vehicle is a bit newer; it's not an old-fashioned minivan, and it hasn't been through the ravages of transporting goods, so it's very well maintained.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked around the fairly shiny and tidy car, clicking his tongue in amazement: "You have a unique taste, why did you decide to buy this car?"

"I have no money." The prison guard spread his hands and said frankly, "My family is unwilling to pay for it, so I can only save up myself and borrow some money from my older brother to buy a second-hand car."

"Although my dad was unwilling to pay, he still helped me find a friend to make sure I wouldn't get ripped off. This car was the best value for money among that batch of used cars, and in the end it only cost me a little over 20,000 yuan."

Orange Tea opened the car door.

The interior is new, clean and tidy. The jailer sprayed a lot of perfume, but the scent has dissipated a lot in the wind along the way, and the overall smell is very fresh.

Original Fries sat down in the back three-seater, pressed down on the soft cushion, and affirmed, "Not bad."

The three girls filled the back row perfectly, so it didn't feel crowded.

After urging everyone to fasten their seatbelts, the jailer looked back and chuckled.

"This is the first time my car has been filled with seven people."

The car slowly started and drove into the dense traffic of the city during the holiday.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhong Zemo opened the window to let the wind blow on him and remembered something.

Do you drive it often?

"Oh, not very often, maybe two or three times a month during college," the jailer replied. "Each time was to go out for food... I couldn't help it, I was poor, so I had to limit how often I could have a treat."

Only then did he understand why Zhong Zemo had asked that question.

"Don't worry, I haven't had a single accident since I started driving. I drive very steadily."

"Look, I even hung a sachet and a red envelope in the car today, which counts as praying to the gods."

"If you don't like this setup, you can praise the Machine Soul and ask Orange Tea for a blessing, it's a sure thing."

The orange tea drinker in the back row took out the water that the jailer had prepared earlier and handed it out to the front, asking casually, "So where are we going now?"

"Of course we're going to eat something delicious!"

Jiang Heyi glanced at the time; it was 9:30. They had only been having morning tea for a short while.

"Sigh, the place isn't in the city center, it's in the countryside on the outskirts of the city," the prison guard grumbled. "People who come to explore and film restaurants are digging up our hidden gems everywhere. Who knows if there will be any spots available during the holidays? We have to go early to reserve a spot."

"Is there anything I can eat to tide me over?" Plain fries looked around.

This is something no one can understand.

During dim sum, fries are the most popular item, shrimp dumplings are devoured one tray at a time, and chicken feet and spare ribs are also served. Do I really need to eat something else?

"I feel like you ate more than four-tenths full," the blanket exclaimed in surprise.

"Just enough to fill me up to four-tenths full." Plain fries, perfectly seasoned.

Jiang Heyi exclaimed, "People's physical qualities are indeed different."

No wonder French Fries has such a great figure; all the fat she eats goes to the right places.

The jailer wailed, "Why? Why can you eat so much but you're not fat, while I'm gaining weight? This is outrageous!"

"Because you don't exercise."

A devastating blow.

The craze for plain fries continues: "I've been exercising every day, how long have you been doing?"

The prison guard, who had no way to refute the argument, only regretted that he had taken on the topic.

Orange Tea nodded: "This appetite is normal. I can eat this much after helping out in the fields during busy seasons."

According to Orange Tea's recollection, the most she ever ate was two large bowls of rice after a busy day when she only drank some corn porridge. She didn't realize how big her appetite was until she finished eating.

No, no, no, Tea Master, saying that will only make people think that fries are a big eater.

And... you eat so much, yet you limit your food intake at school, it's a little heartbreaking to think about.

Fortunately, all of that is in the past. With the 20 yuan she won from the competition, Orange Tea no longer has to live frugally every day.

The conversation was all about how the jailer didn't exercise, which really hurt him.

I thought that when everyone met, they would be texting each other on their phones, but they ended up having a lot to talk about.

Aside from games, we get along perfectly well in other aspects of life.

The journey took about an hour, but it was far from boring.

The restaurant that the jailer took them to had a bit of a rural, farmhouse-style feel to it.

The vegetable garden is not far away, so you can pick the vegetables on the spot, wash them immediately, and stir-fry them right away.

The chickens, ducks, and geese are lively and energetic. If you don't like any of them, just point them out, and they'll serve you everything except soup right away.

Not far away, the rooster that crowed the loudest had already been called out by a certain kid.

Just because it barked loudly, it was grabbed by the neck and taken to the kitchen the next second.

You can fish in the pond yourself while waiting for your food, or you can grab a net and catch one by hand and fry it in oil.

The key point is that the prison guard described the restaurant's operating style as "rule-bound".

Unlike those trendy shops that arbitrarily raise prices after becoming popular and then claim to be internet celebrities, this shop offers fair and reasonable prices. Even without tourists, locals still come here from time to time to enjoy a meal.

The jailer's concerns are not unfounded, because with the rise of restaurant review videos in recent years, these hidden gems of local eateries, even those tucked away in the suburbs, have been unearthed.

Before 11 a.m., the open space outside the restaurant was already full of cars. Tourists were holding their mobile phones or carrying cameras and lenses, looking for the right composition and preparing to press the shutter.

The jailer said smugly, "See? I told you so. If we had come any later, we wouldn't have gotten anything to eat."

He was a regular customer here, and the proprietress spotted him as soon as he appeared with Jiang Heyi and the others.

"Oh my, Xiao Yuan is here! You brought so many people with you?" The proprietress greeted him cheerfully. "There are a lot of people during the holidays, so it might not be as fast as before."

"Such good business! Dozens of dogs drinking water a day!"

The call was suddenly encrypted, but surprisingly, Jiang Heyi and the others could understand that the prison guard was jokingly telling the landlady that business was booming and she was making a fortune.

"That's how it is on holidays. If you want to earn money, come and help us out. Anyway, you don't have a job right now."