"You, with the surname Wu! The first time I laid eyes on you, I didn’t like the look of you. You punk, you definitely have a thing for Feifei." Xu Penghui was talking drunken nonsense, cursing under his breath. "If you fucking dare to make a move on Feifei, I... I’ll never let you off the hook. I’ll end you."
"You punk, you’ve had a little to drink and now you don’t even know your own name!" Hearing Xu Penghui’s words, Xu Shucai became furious. With a loud SLAP, he smacked him across the face. "What nonsense are you spouting? Who are you going to end?"
After taking a slap from Xu Shucai, Xu Penghui quieted down considerably, his drunkenness becoming more apparent. He could no longer form a complete sentence.
"Wu Jun, I’m so sorry about that. Don’t listen to him running his mouth. He’s just had a bit too much to drink and is acting like a drunken fool." After admonishing Xu Penghui, Xu Shucai quickly said to Wu Jun.
Earlier, Wu Jun had had a few drinks with him, and their relationship had grown closer. At Wu Jun’s strong insistence, he had stopped calling him Boss Wu and switched to Wu Jun.
"It’s nothing. Who doesn’t say a few foolish things after drinking?" Wu Jun said it was no big deal, but inwardly, he was very annoyed.
’First of all, there’s been nothing but innocence between me and Xu Fei so far. And second, who the hell do you think you are, wanting to ’end’ me? As if you could.’
The more Wu Jun thought about it, the more irritated he became. He suddenly let go, and Xu Penghui fell to the ground with a THUD. He face-planted and started WAILING from the pain.
Wu Jun spread his hands and said, "Uncle Xu, I’ve had a pound of liquor. My arms feel weak. It was an accident, an accident."
Xu Shucai: "..."
"It’s fine, it’s fine. I know you’ve had quite a bit to drink," Xu Shucai said. He felt that this young Wu was a bit sneakily vicious, but he couldn’t just call him out on it. He and Wu Jun once again hoisted Xu Penghui up from the ground.
In the fifty-odd-meter walk from the small restaurant to the small inn, Wu Jun "accidentally" dropped Xu Penghui seven or eight times. He really gave Xu Penghui a rough time. After getting him a room at the inn, Wu Jun left him to his own devices.
After meeting up with Xu Fei, Wu Jun went into the residential complex with the father and daughter.
Before coming, Xu Shucai had arranged with his younger sister, Xu Minli, to stay the night at her place. Wu Jun escorted the father and daughter upstairs to Xu Minli’s home, where he drank a few pots of tea and chatted for a while.
At ten o’clock that night, Wu Jun received a call from his cousin, Chen Xingyang. The 5,000 packaging bags he had asked him to get made that morning were ready, and Chen Xingyang had come along with the delivery truck.
Wu Jun said goodbye to Xu Fei, her father, and Xu Minli’s family, then went downstairs and returned to his small supermarket.
At this hour, the loaders were all off work. Wu Jun gave the truck driver an extra hundred yuan and asked him to help unload the truck.
After unloading the truck, he took his cousin and the driver out to a restaurant for a meal.
The delivery driver still had to drive, so he couldn’t drink. Chen Xingyang, smelling the alcohol still on Wu Jun, also said he wouldn’t drink.
The three of them had a simple meal. By the time Wu Jun got back to the supermarket, it was already past midnight.
He took a shower in the bathroom, and the effects of the alcohol completely wore off.
Back in his bedroom, he took out the phone linked to [Resource Tycoon]. The game’s daily output had been calculated, and there were 38 more tons of rice in the game’s warehouse.
He moved the packaging bags that had been unloaded into his bedroom into the game, clicked on the inventory, selected ’withdraw,’ and entered the quantity ’120.’
THUMP THUMP THUMP! 120 bags of rice appeared on the bedroom floor, scattered about haphazardly.
He tapped [Summon Farmer]. He had originally planned to summon three or four to stack the bags of rice neatly, but when his finger hovered over [Summon Quantity], Wu Jun changed his mind.
Phone in hand, he pushed open the bedroom door, tapped [Summon Farmer], and for the [Summon Quantity], entered 38!
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
flashes of green light lit up the small supermarket, and 38 burly, well-built men appeared inside. Because there were so many of them, they nearly knocked over a shelf.
"City Lord, what is your command?" the 38 Farmers asked, bowing to Wu Jun in perfect unison with extremely respectful attitudes.
Wu Jun said, "No commands for now. Stand by."
Hearing Wu Jun’s instruction, the group of Farmers straightened up, standing as straight as soldiers at attention.
Wu Jun remembered Xiao Hong once saying that his hands were [Lucky Hand] to the Farmers summoned from the game. Any Farmer he touched had a 1% chance of triggering the [Fake Death] skill.
The main city’s level in the game was currently too low, so he had to rely on his Farmers to fight brute-force battles. An extra [Fake Death] skill was equivalent to an extra life. Since it didn’t take any effort, it was worth trying to trigger it after summoning them.
Wu Jun walked over to one Farmer, reached out, and touched his iron-like arm.
The Farmer he touched remained expressionless, showing no reaction at all, as if Wu Jun had touched someone else.
’Cannon fodder number one.’ Wu Jun mentally assigned him a number and moved on to the next one.
’Cannon fodder number two.’ On to the next.
’Cannon fodder number three.’
’Cannon fodder number thirty-six...’
Aside from Xiao Hong, Wu Jun had touched 36 of the remaining 37 Farmers, and not a single one had triggered the [Fake Death] skill.
He thought with some disappointment, ’It seems this 1% chance isn’t so easy to trigger after all.’
With only one left, he wasn’t holding out much hope. He reached out and touched him carelessly. The Farmer he touched... blushed.
Wu Jun stared, stunned. This was a pleasant surprise. "Hello, Xiao Hong number two."
"Greetings, City Lord. It is my honor to be of service to you." Just as he expected, a Farmer who had triggered the [Fake Death] skill had much higher intelligence than an ordinary one. He even knew how to flatter.
Wu Jun recalled 34 Farmers back into the game, leaving four out. He had them stack the three tons of rice in the room neatly. Once they were finished, he recalled them into the game and went to bed.
「The next morning.」
Wu Jun heard the sound of the door opening outside. He got up, got dressed, and pushed open his door to see Xu Fei behind the checkout counter, tying an apron around her waist.
"Good morning, Brother Wu." Seeing Wu Jun come out, Xu Fei greeted him and went back to tying her apron.
The strap on Xu Fei’s apron had broken yesterday. After being reattached, it had become a little short, and she was fumbling with it for a while, unable to tie it.
"Let me help." Seeing this, Wu Jun stepped forward, took the two straps from Xu Fei’s hands, and tied them for her.
"Thank you, Brother Wu," Xu Fei said, blushing, then turned and walked toward the kitchen.
After washing up in the bathroom, Wu Jun went into the kitchen and said to Xu Fei, who was stir-frying vegetables, "Xu Fei, why don’t you take the day off today and show your dad around?"
"There’s no need, Brother Wu," Xu Fei said, turning to Wu Jun. "Xu Penghui called a little while ago. He said he’d sobered up and was driving back to the county town, so my dad went back with him."
"He went back in his car?" Wu Jun frowned. "He drank so much last night. He might feel sober, but there’s definitely still alcohol left in his system. If he gets caught by a DUI checkpoint, it’ll be serious. And even if he doesn’t get caught, it’s not safe for your dad to be in his car."
"Huh? Is it that serious?" Xu Fei was startled by Wu Jun’s words. "Then I’ll call my dad right away and tell them to pull over. They just left a little while ago."
Xu Fei forgot all about her cooking, nervously pulling out her phone to call Xu Shucai.
DING-A-LING~
Just as Xu Fei pulled out her phone, before she could even unlock it, it rang. It was a call from Xu Shucai.
Xu Fei answered the call and said frantically, "Dad, where are you and Xu Penghui? Pull over to the side of the road, quickly!"
"Feifei, Xu Penghui has been detained. They’re saying we need to pay a fine, but I’ve only got about a hundred yuan on me," came Xu Shucai’s anxious voice from the other end of the line.
"De-detained?" It was exactly what she had feared. Hearing her father’s words, Xu Fei was dumbstruck. She looked at Wu Jun, her face a mask of helplessness. "Brother Wu..."
"Don’t say another word. I’ll go with you." Wu Jun turned and went into the back room, taking 5,000 yuan in cash from the safe.
In her panicked rush, Xu Fei couldn’t untie the straps of her apron. Wu Jun helped her again. The two of them locked up the supermarket and hailed a taxi to the traffic police station.