Chapter 108: This World is One Giant Outsourcing Job

That resentment and anger, which had almost condensed into substance, rolled over, making Ji Jue start to sweat little beads.

His expression twitched.

Indeed, Brother Kunpeng's experience, if converted into human terms, could only be described as tear-jerking, like the protagonist of a tragic novel.

Imagine a corporate slave who worked themselves to death from a young age, grinding through one batch of classmates after another, getting a PhD in a hot field, finally becoming an industry giant, ready to come out and dominate the world, only to be hired by a world-class company with a high salary and a contract, thinking they were about to show off their skills, but then being sent to the mailroom to collect packages and read newspapers for a dead-end salary.

From then on, day after day.

Watching colleagues who weren't as good as you get ahead and become successful, while you, in the mailroom reading the newspaper, with a cup of tea and a cigarette, your ambitions unfulfilled.

After a year and a half of this, one day, the company boss suddenly rushes over in a panic and says, "Brother, the company is finished, save the company!"

After you close the newspaper and give a wicked smile, what you say would definitely be worse than what Brother Kunpeng said.

After figuring this out, Ji Jue felt a headache coming on.

Suddenly, he felt that the meal his big brother was treating him to might not actually make it into his own mouth.

...Should he take advantage of the time left to discuss it? For tonight's race, Brother, why don't you change cars? Would it be okay to ride my tricycle?

It's a guaranteed win!

Winning is winning, but all his face would be lost.

"Hey, did you hear? He's the one who won the race riding a tricycle..."

I'm afraid that after achieving the title of the legendary tricycle god, Boss Chen would never be able to hold his head up in the sports car circle again.

[Brother, I know you're anxious, but don't be in a hurry. Brother, listen to me first.]

Ji Jue sighed, squatted down, and pressed against the hood, earnestly persuading it: [First of all, we really can't deny the objective facts. The situation is what it is, and the conditions are what they are.

But you know, Old Chen, he really doesn't know how to drive.

Look, even if he doesn't know how to drive, he hasn't neglected you, right? For such a long time, the maintenance every few months has never been skipped. Your condition is maintained flawlessly, the engine doesn't even have any carbon buildup, and the break-in is perfectly fine, right?]

[I know you're angry, but I'll definitely solve the problem for you. Just for the future—how about I tell him to have someone take you to run a professional race at least once a month?

And later, I'll give you a full-body spa treatment, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!]

As soon as he finished speaking, feeling the tide of Kunpeng's anger, Ji Jue hesitated for a moment, but ultimately had no choice but to use his ultimate skill: [Brother, do me a favor, okay?]

[...Hmph! Just because you say do you a favor, I have to do it?! Well... it's not like I can't...]

Even though it was burning with rage and on the verge of going berserk, after grumbling for a long time, Kunpeng actually gritted its teeth and accepted—there was really no other way, he called me brother, said so many nice things, gave me a spa treatment, and even asked me to do him a favor!

[Just... just this once, okay...]

After grumbling for a long time, Kunpeng honked its horn to show its seriousness and determination: [I don't do people favors often! You can't do this again next time!]

There was no help for it; the favorability bonus from the "Mechanical God's Descent" ability was just too damn high.

Under the influence of the ability, most creations were completely unable to resist Ji Jue's commands.

If it weren't for the fact that Ji Jue insisted on having Kunpeng carry Chen Yubo to the race, it could have just carried Ji Jue and run right through Mount Lianhua! And after finishing, it would have asked, "Brother, was that fun? We didn't perform well just now, shall we go another round?"

Even so, for the sake of the beloved big brother who fixed it, Kunpeng decided not to hold a grudge, but still, with lingering anger, it flicked its high beams and angrily shone them at Chen Yubo, who was holding a plate and eating watermelon nearby.

Chen Yubo also looked over with a confused expression, his eyes as clear, foolish, ignorant, and full of trust as always: "What's wrong, Brother Ji?"

"Nothing, we've 'discussed' it, the race tonight will be absolutely fine."

Ji Jue smiled and didn't explain: "The car is in good condition, there's nothing else that needs to be modified. There's only one last step before the race, but I need your cooperation."

"Hmm?"

While Chen Yubo was still confused, he saw Ji Jue bring over a huge incense burner from the back, place it in front of Kunpeng, and hand him a lit stick of incense: "Everything has a spirit, tonight we'll rely on it to help you regain your face. Bow and pay your respects, offer some incense, that's not too much to ask, right?"

"Ah? This... is it useful?"

Chen Yubo was stunned and couldn't understand. Isn't Brother Ji an alchemy craftsman? How does he know how to perform shamanistic rituals?

But seeing his solemn appearance, he hesitated for a moment and took the incense—if Boss Chen had any other strengths, it was his ability to be easygoing and trust the people he employed. Since he said he would listen to all of Ji Jue's arrangements, he naturally wouldn't object to such a small matter.

Even when Ji Jue solemnly warned him to be sincere and not just go through the motions, he followed the instructions completely.

Besides, he had kowtowed in temples countless times, what was wrong with paying respects to his own car?

"Car Brother, Car Brother, tonight I'm counting on you."

Filled with twelve thousand percent sincerity, Chen Yubo held the incense with both hands and prayed earnestly, bowing solemnly toward the sports car in front of him. But before he could even straighten up, he felt a gust of wind and a loud roar rushing toward him!

The dazzling, fierce light was already close at hand.

In that instant, the silent sports car suddenly roared, lunged forward, surged ahead several meters in a flash, and then stopped abruptly, less than an inch in front of him.

Two high beams shone directly onto his shocked and stunned expression.

The sound of tires burning in place sounded like mockery.

"Holy—"

Chen Yubo fell to the ground, dumbfounded, not even caring about his ruined pants, and exclaimed in shock: "It's actually spiritual?!"

"The method of spirit-attachment is very troublesome, and it's also very difficult to maintain."

Ji Jue copied the cold, stern expression he had learned from Professor Ye and said indifferently: "Your eye for choosing cars is very good, but this car has a bit of a temper. In the future, it's best to take it to a professional track to run a few laps every month, or have someone else drive it in races. That way, even if its spirituality isn't as strong as it is now, it can be maintained for many years."

And seeing Boss Chen agree without blinking an eye, and immediately start booking professional tracks and racing studios for the next half year on the spot, Kunpeng's anger and resentment finally showed signs of dissipating.

Very good, the machine spirit is greatly pleased.

Just as Boss Chen was excitedly taking photos with Kunpeng and touching the hood while saying mushy things, Ji Jue also quietly wiped away a cold sweat.

Three million isn't easy to earn; he even has to work as a part-time mediator, helping people resolve family relationships...

"Oh, right."

Ji Jue turned back to look at Lu Feng, who was slacking off nearby: "Brother Feng, in a moment, let's install two more seatbelts on the driver's side together, and then you bring a roll of plastic bags and put them in the glove box."

Lu Feng could understand the seatbelts, but plastic bags?

Lu Feng was bewildered: "What are those for?"

Ji Jue looked at Kunpeng, who was fully geared up and ready to give him a big surprise, and sighed, shaking his head: "Of course, it's in case someone throws up in the car."

Amidst polite knocking, two large trucks filled with various kitchen utensils had already parked at the back door.

Chefs carrying all kinds of fresh seafood and even table wine filed in. After greeting the boss, they found a place in the backyard to start cooking on-site. Some people moved tables and chairs, spread tablecloths, and began setting the table.

Laoyao and Laosan, who had never seen such a big scene, were cheering and running around in the backyard.

Lu Ma sat behind the counter, watching them play with a smile.

She took the opportunity to call Erniu and tell her to come home for the feast.

If she didn't call her and she missed it, with Lu Ling's awkward personality, she was afraid she would be shedding little pearls in her quilt for a long time tonight...

Seeing the lively atmosphere, Ji Jue smiled and didn't join in.

Carrying his heavy toolbox, he turned and walked toward the maintenance room.

There was still a while before the meal.

He rolled up his sleeves, took off his work gloves, and complex matrix patterns emerged from his hands with a faint glow, reflecting onto the mirror-smooth car body.

Non-Aggression manifested!

Then, as his fingertips swept across, intricate spiritual circuits appeared on the car body, extending and winding, instantly enveloping the entire Kunpeng.

Time was too tight, and the power system was a case of "pulling one hair and moving the whole body." Without the original factory or specialized equipment and measurements, rashly making major changes would easily lead to problems.

Besides, this system had already been designed and considered countless times by professional engineers according to the employer's needs when it was first manufactured and modified.

There was no need to gild the lily.

But apart from that, there was so much else he could do!

After using the Mechanical God's Descent to further elevate the spirituality and essence of the creation itself, he then used Fluid Alchemy to adjust the physical properties of the frame structure, chassis, suspension, tires, and other parts.

When the external appearance of matter naturally moves toward and elevates its essence, what appears is a reinforcement that seems as if it were natural!

Although it was only a temporary treatment and the effect would gradually fade, it would be absolutely no problem to get through tonight.

Limited by the material itself, after physical property reinforcement, the strength, toughness, hardness, and other values of the car body could be increased by another sixty percent.

Coupled with Ji Jue's constant reinforcement and alchemy, the safety and stability were directly maxed out.

Since he had taken the money, he had to ensure everything was foolproof.

For the hard-won bond between him and the boss, let alone running Mount Lianhua tonight, even if it were running through a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, he would carry this car to the finish line!

For friendship, passion, and victory!

And the final payment!!!

Night fell, and the stars were scattered.

Outside Yacheng, at Mount Lianhua, along the Mount Lianhua highway, which was rarely visited after nightfall, vehicles from the Road Administration Bureau had already parked at both ends. Road maintenance vehicles had their lights on, and workers working overtime carried warning cones and yellow-and-black crash barrels, piling them on the road and putting up road maintenance signs to cut off the traffic on both sides.

Then, as if they hadn't seen anything, they let luxury car after luxury car cross the cordon and drive up the mountain.

Young workers would look with envy at the taillights disappearing into the distance while they worked, while the older foremen had already skillfully lit cigarettes, blowing in the wind, and spitting on the side when they had a free moment.

Completely indifferent.

It is well known that generally, the more people have money, leisure, and nothing to do, the more they are keen on certain things with very high entry thresholds, and then over time, they naturally gather into one circle after another.

There are so many clubs in Yacheng, but I'm afraid there are few hobbyist groups that can have such high specifications as Boss Chen's sports car club.

Young, beautiful, rich, and idle, and also having a car that can reach four or five hundred, naturally, the way they play is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Actually, although the club is a bit chaotic, it's relatively okay. Everyone's family has money, and they come here to socialize. Basically, no one is blind enough to bring out things like pills.

Compared to racing, most of the time we just make appointments to play ball, go for a drive, get to know each other, and if there's an opportunity and money, we make money together. After working together for a long time, superficial friends are still friends.

Even if we quarrel, we can part on good terms. At worst, we'll just play separately in the future. It's rare to have something like today where someone is directly put in an embarrassing position."

Boss Chen sat in the driver's seat, trying hard to increase the speed to fifty miles per hour, controlling the speed with full concentration.

For some reason, he always felt that Kunpeng was exceptionally violent tonight. With a light tap on the gas, the speed would easily break one hundred, and he would end up scrambling to hit the brakes, making Ji Jue in the passenger seat start to feel dizzy.

"Oh, that dog-thing surnamed Mu, ever since he came, he's made the whole club foul and smoky. The atmosphere has changed, and many friends are now completely unwilling to come out when they hear there's an event. Even when we meet occasionally, we've become much more distant."

He sighed melancholically: "If this goes on, I'll only be able to go to the yacht club to play in the future. I don't know how to fly an airship, it's hard to deal with.

Hey, Brother Ji, why aren't you talking? Are you uncomfortable?"

Not at all, I'm fine, it's just that the fragile heart of a poor person has been hurt by a hundred million points.

Ji Jue, who had nothing to say, now just wanted to spray a mouthful of old blood onto his face.

Now he just wanted to figure out how much of this three million was his hard-earned money and how much was compensation for his psychological damage... There really wasn't a single cent here that was wasted, was there!

Soon, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Between the dark mountains ahead, streetlights shone, illuminating the winding road.

And not far away, luxury cars that usually only appeared at car shows were gathered together. Someone had even set up a stage, and amidst the flashing lights, intense electronic music was already playing.

Not only was there a DJ hired on-site, but there were also various service staff moving around, distributing champagne...

If this weren't some desolate mountain, Ji Jue would have thought he had arrived at some high-end hotel or dance party.

Once people have more money, they become good at playing.

As for playing like these second-generation young masters, Ji Jue couldn't count on it in this lifetime—for fuck's sake, if you have the energy to burn money, wouldn't it be better to save it to buy a workshop core?!

Even if the atmosphere at the scene was enthusiastic, Ji Jue always felt a certain alienation and distance. Clearly, everyone had a pair of ears and a pair of eyes, but the sounds they wanted to hear and the world they wanted to see were completely different.

"It's really lively."

He pushed open the car door and sighed softly.

At this moment, as one of the protagonists of the night, Chen Yubo's arrival undoubtedly attracted the attention of most people. And in the crowd, the young man wearing a shirt that had long been stained by alcohol, revealing two chest muscles, grinned, put his arm around his female companion, and smiled mockingly:

"Oh, I thought you weren't coming, Brother Chen."

Unlike the mockery of his opponent, in the club, other friends with deep friendships had already gathered around to greet him, patting his shoulder to encourage him:

"Old Chen, don't lose face."

"Right, keep your spirits up."

"Well done, come on!"

And amidst the encouragement and cheers of his companions, Chen Yubo became even more excited.

He tore off his tie, no longer restraining the unpleasantness and anger accumulated in his chest, strode forward, started at zero frames, pointed at his opponent's nose, and shouted angrily:

"You surnamed Mu, I'll—"

Ji Jue's expression twitched, he paused subconsciously, and protected the boss in front of his chest: he was only here to help log in and drive, not to engage in real-life PK.

Although if he really took out a shotgun from the little bull-horse following behind, he could blast everyone present.

But what for?

A group of princesses and young masters, all from wealthy and noble families—any bump or bruise would be trouble. If they got punched, they might cry for five, six, seven, or eight days. When their fathers and mothers saw it and were anxious in their hearts, Ji Jue didn't know how much trouble there would be.

Fortunately, before they could make a move, people on both sides had already separated them.

After all, everyone had placed heavy bets.

If one of these two people went to the hospital, would they still be racing tonight?

Mu Jiang's expression was gloomy, his anger flared for a moment, then he restrained it: "You surnamed Chen, don't be ungrateful. Others might be afraid of your family, but I'm not!"

"Grateful? Do I need you?"

While being pulled, the agitated Chen Yubo was already firing on all cylinders: "You idiot who couldn't make it in Chaocheng, a piece of trash who was kicked out, what right do you have to act so arrogant in Yacheng? Don't you want to race? Let me tell you, if you have too much money to burn, there are plenty of ways to lose, but if you want to win, there's no way!"

"Good, very good!"

"Well said!"

"Fuck him!!!"

In the surrounding crowd, who knows how many people became excited, waving their hands and shouting to incite them. Ji Jue's eyelids twitched violently: Fuck, where did this bunch of fun-loving instigators come from?

They really don't think it's a big deal to watch the fun, do they?

However, after all these years of friendship, among the group, there were at least a few with deep ties, and now they were whispering reminders on the side: "Old Chen, stay steady, that guy is a bit weird."

"I called and asked the day before yesterday, Old Li lost inexplicably."

"That kid might have some crooked tricks, be careful."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Chen Yubo subconsciously looked back at Ji Jue not far away, and his confidence increased: "I'm all prepared, whatever bullshit Chaocheng racing god, it's all trash!"

"Today I'll make him lose his pants and crawl back to Chaocheng!"

The impassioned, heroic words once again incited cheers and applause. Only Ji Jue wiped his sweat, suddenly feeling a secret spiritual fluctuation in the crowd flash and disappear.

He turned his head sharply, only to see the charming female companion beside Mu Jiang in the distance.

That female companion noticed his gaze, looked at him, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

In a slight trance, their eyes met for an instant, and suddenly both had a sense of inexplicable realization.

Fuck, ran into a peer!

You're also here to take an outsourcing job, right?!

However, unlike Ji Jue's smiling nod, the red-dressed woman's dark pupils held only darkness, like a warning, malicious and ferocious.

Get lost, don't get in the way!

Ji Jue's smile remained unchanged, warm and indifferent.

Oh my, seems like I've been threatened?

In the flashing lights, he tilted his head slightly, and his gentle smile was covered by a layer of shadow that couldn't be melted away.

This is a bit...

Ungrateful.