Finding a warehouse went exceptionally smoothly.
He went to a real estate agency, found an agent, and after looking at a few places, settled on a warehouse.
The warehouse was located in the Xiao’anshe Industrial Park, where his cousin Chen Xingyang used to work. It wasn’t far from the small supermarket, making deliveries convenient.
If there was no traffic, it would probably take less than ten minutes to get from the warehouse to the supermarket.
The space was also quite large, over 600 square meters. The rent wasn’t too expensive: 120,000 a year with a 10,000 deposit.
Wu Jun signed the contract with the landlord—some guy he didn’t know—transferred the money, and got the keys to the warehouse.
He had previously sponsored his cousin with 200,000, then transferred 100,000 to his mom for surgery fees the other day. Today, with just a few taps on his phone, another 130,000 was gone.
Wu Jun’s savings had once again dropped below five figures, leaving him with less than 10,000 yuan.
’Money sure doesn’t last these days. It’s gone before I’ve even done anything,’ Wu Jun sighed after seeing the real estate agent and landlord off. He turned back toward the warehouse, contract in hand. ’Good thing I just have to hang on for two more days. Once I get that ICBC order sorted out, I’ll be back at full health.’
The warehouse floor was covered in a thick layer of dust. Stepping on it was like walking in snow, leaving a gray footprint a fingernail deep.
He glanced at his watch. It was already 2:10 PM. He planned to go to the hospital around 7:00 PM to help Old Luo deliver some clothes to Auntie Xu.
While he was touring the warehouses earlier, Wu Jun had already called Ma Dongmei. He told her it was Xu Xiulan’s birthday and asked her to coordinate with him from the inside to give Xu Xiulan a surprise and an unforgettable birthday.
The industrial park wasn’t far from City First Hospital; a taxi ride would take less than half an hour.
That left him with over four hours of free time to clean his new warehouse.
Wu Jun turned, walked out of the warehouse, locked the main door, and headed for the only small commercial street in the industrial park.
At a local general store, he bought a pile of brooms, dustpans, shovels, dust masks, and gloves, spending over 500 yuan.
Because he bought so much at once, the enthusiastic shop owner gave both Wu Jun and his goods a ride back to the warehouse entrance on his electric tricycle.
"Hey, brother, new warehouse, huh? Need to find someone to clean it? How about I introduce you to a few guys from my hometown? Definitely cheaper than finding someone on your own." The shop owner estimated the warehouse’s size and said, "To clean out a place this big, 500 yuan is more than enough. They can have it done for you before dark."
"Thanks, man, but I’m good." Wu Jun politely declined. "I’ve already contacted people. They’ll be here in a bit. I’ve already paid them."
"Alright then. We’re not far from each other, so we’re basically neighbors now. Next time you need anything, remember to stop by my place." The owner didn’t insist and drove off on his electric tricycle.
Wu Jun watched the man’s stylish silhouette disappear into the distance on his tricycle. ’This guy sure knows how to talk,’ he thought.
’The ride from the general store took over three minutes, and it’s more than a thousand meters away. How does that make us neighbors? Your definition of a neighborhood is pretty damn big!’
After the shop owner left, Wu Jun stepped into the warehouse and locked the main door from the inside.
He took out the phone bound to [Resource Tycoon] and used Summon Farmer!
SHHH-SHHH-SHHH!
A cyan light flashed, and ten incredibly burly, two-meter-tall Farmers from the game were summoned.
’With free labor like this, who needs to hire people from outside?’
"City Lord, what are your orders?" one of the Farmers stepped forward and asked Wu Jun respectfully.
This Farmer was one of the first four Wu Jun had summoned when he first got [Resource Tycoon]. He was the one Wu Jun had patted.
Now, more than twenty days later, the guy’s face was still red.
Seeing how shy he was, and how long it lasted, Wu Jun had given him the name "Little Red."
The name "Little Red," paired with his tall and imposing figure, created a unique and amusing contrast.
Wu Jun pointed to the pile of tools he had bought and said, "Little Red, take your men and clean this place up. The tools are over there."
"Yes, City Lord. Please step outside for a moment, so you don’t get covered in dust," Little Red said, then turned and led the other nine Farmers toward the pile of tools.
After interacting with them for over twenty days, Wu Jun discovered that Little Red’s communication skills were far superior to the other nine Farmers’. He could converse normally, no different from a regular person.
The other nine Farmers were like humanoid machines. They did whatever you told them to do and could only say one phrase: "City Lord, what are your orders?" They were incredibly sparing with their words.
The group of Farmers each grabbed a tool and began cleaning with great enthusiasm, kicking up a cloud of dust inside the warehouse.
Wu Jun choked and coughed a few times, then quickly covered his mouth and nose and dashed out of the warehouse, shutting the door tightly behind him.
If any passersby were to see the ten giants, all over two meters tall, inside, it would definitely cause a sensation.
Walking down the street, you might not meet a single person over two meters tall in your entire life.
To gather ten of them at once—that was a spectacle that probably only Wu Jun could pull off in all of Shimen City.
’In the near future, if I summon 100 giants over two meters tall at once,’ he mused, ’that kind of presence probably wouldn’t even be outshone at the NBA Finals.’
With nothing else to do, Wu Jun found a rock to sit on by the door and started scrolling through short videos.
He’d only been scrolling for about an hour and had followed a few pretty girls when the warehouse door pushed open from the inside. Little Red’s voice came from behind him: "City Lord, the cleaning is complete. Please inspect our work."
’That was fast!’
Wu Jun got up, dusted off his pants, and turned to walk back into the warehouse.
The 600-plus-square-meter warehouse had been swept spotless. Only a pile of debris was left stacked by the entrance.
The work efficiency of these Farmers from the game was insane. Each one was easily worth ten men!
"Great work. Excellent. Thank you all for your hard work," Wu Jun praised them.
The Farmers chorused in unison, "City Lord, what are your orders?"
"Nothing else, that’s all for today..." Seeing that they could only say that one line, Wu Jun lost the desire to communicate with them further. He took out his phone and recalled the Farmers back into the game.
He raised his wrist to check the time. It was just past four o’clock, still a while before his planned meeting.
Old Luo had paid for all those clothes. It didn’t feel right for him to show up with them without spending a penny himself, taking credit for someone else’s gift.
He hadn’t known it was Auntie Xu’s birthday before. Now that he did, the least he could do was buy a cake.
Wu Jun locked the warehouse door, walked out of the industrial park, and hailed a cab to a bakery to order a large cake for Xu Xiulan.
At 6:40 PM, Wu Jun, carrying a large pile of clothes and a big cake, met up with his "undercover agent" Ma Dongmei and the "target" of their plan, Xu Xiulan, who were waiting at the hospital entrance.
They had dinner and celebrated her birthday at a modest restaurant.
During the meal, Xu Xiulan was moved to tears, crying for a good while as she hugged Ma Dongmei like a sister.
Xu Xiulan had thought that with her husband gone, no one would remember her birthday anymore. Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei had given her a wonderful surprise.
She kept saying how thankful she was to heaven for letting her meet the two of them.
Wu Jun quietly took a video of the scene with his phone and sent it to Old Luo.
Old Luo: Little Wu, your uncle thanks you.
Wu Jun: ...