Chapter 109: This World is a Giant Outsourced Project

That almost tangible resentment and anger rolled in, making Ji Jue start to sweat little yellow beans.

His expression twitched.

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

Imagine, it's like a corporate slave who works himself to death, grinding from childhood, grinding through batch after batch of classmates, getting a PhD, finally becoming a big shot in the industry, ready to come out and dominate the world, being hired by a world-famous company with a high salary, signing a contract, and thinking about showing off his skills, only to be sent to the mailroom, collecting packages and reading newspapers for a dead-end salary every day.

From then on, day after day.

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

After a year and a half of this, suddenly one day, the company boss rushes over and says to you, brother, the company is almost finished, save the company.

After you close the newspaper and give a charming smile, the words you say will definitely be uglier than Brother Kunpeng's.

After figuring this out, Ji Jue felt a headache.

Suddenly feeling that this meal the big brother is treating him to might not end up in his own mouth.

... Should he take advantage of the time before it's too late to discuss it? Tonight's race, brother, can you change cars? Can you ride my tricycle instead?

It's a guaranteed win!

Winning is winning, but all face is lost.

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

I'm afraid that after achieving the title of a generation of tricycle racing gods, Boss Chen really won't be able to hold his head up in the sports car circle in the future.

【Brother, I know you're anxious, don't be anxious yet, brother, listen to me first.】

Ji Jue sighed, squatted down, pressed against the hood, and persuaded earnestly: 【First of all, we really can't deny this objective fact. The situation is what it is, 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 missed. Your condition is maintained flawlessly, the engine doesn't even have any carbon deposits, and the break-in is perfectly fine, right?】

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

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

No sooner had he finished speaking, feeling Brother Kunpeng's anger like a tide, Ji Jue hesitated, but in the end, he had no choice but to use his ultimate skill: 【Brother, do me a favor, okay?】

【... Hmph! You say do you a favor and I'll do it?! Then I... well, it's not impossible...】

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

【Just... just this once, okay...】

After grunting for a long time, Kunpeng honked his horn to show seriousness and determination: 【I don't do people favors often! You can't do this next time!】

There was no other way, the favorability bonus from the 'deus ex machina' ability was just too damn high.

Under the influence of the ability, most creations had absolutely no resistance to Ji Jue's commands.

If it weren't for the fact that Ji Jue insisted on letting Kunpeng carry Chen Yubo to the race, it could have directly carried Ji Jue and run through Mount Lianhua! After running, it would even ask: Brother, was it satisfying? I didn't perform well just now, let's go another round, the two of us?

Even so, for the sake of his beloved car-repairing big brother, Kunpeng decided not to hold a grudge, but still, with lingering anger, he flashed his high beams, angrily shining them at Chen Yubo, who was holding a plate and eating watermelon nearby.

Chen Yubo also looked over with a blank face, his eyes as always, filled with clear, stupid, ignorant, and trusting light: "What's wrong, Brother Ji?"

"Nothing, we've 'discussed' it, there's absolutely no problem with tonight's race."

Ji Jue smiled, without explaining anything: "The car is in good condition, there's nothing that needs to be changed. Before the race, there's just one last step, but I need your cooperation."

"Hmm?"

Amidst his confusion, Chen Yubo saw Ji Jue move a huge incense burner over, place it in front of Kunpeng, and then hand over a lit stick of incense: "Everything has a spirit, tonight depends on it to help you regain your face. Bow and pay your respects, offer some incense, it's not too much to ask, right?"

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

Chen Yubo was stunned, unable to understand. Isn't Brother Ji an alchemical artisan? How come he can also perform shamanistic rituals?

But looking at his solemn appearance, he hesitated, but still took the incense—if Boss Chen didn't have other advantages, his greatest specialty was being compliant and trusting people. Since he said he would listen to all of Ji Jue's arrangements, he naturally wouldn't object to such a small matter.

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

Besides, he didn't know how many times he had kowtowed in temples, so what's wrong with saluting his own car?

"Car brother, car brother, tonight depends on you."

Filled with 120,000 percent sincerity, Chen Yubo held the incense with both hands and prayed sincerely, bowing solemnly to the sports car in front of him. But before he could straighten up, he felt a violent wind and a loud noise rushing towards him!

The dazzling light was already close at hand.

In that instant, the silent sports car suddenly roared, rushed forward, broke through several meters in an instant, and then stopped abruptly, stopping less than an inch in front of him.

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

The sound of tires burning in place was like mockery.

"Holy—"

Chen Yubo sat on the ground, dumbfounded, not even caring about his pants, exclaiming loudly: "It's really spiritual?!"

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

Ji Jue copied the solemn and cold expression he learned from Professor Ye, saying indifferently: "Your eye for choosing cars is very good, but this car has a big temper. In the future, it's best to take it to a professional race track for two laps every month, or let someone drive it to participate in races. In that case, even if the spirituality isn't as strong as it is now, it can be maintained for many years."

And seeing Chen Dashao agree without blinking, and start booking professional venues 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 overjoyed.

Just as Chen Dashao was excitedly taking photos with Kunpeng with his phone, touching the hood and saying some mushy things, Ji Jue also quietly wiped away cold sweat.

Three million isn't easy to earn, he even has to moonlight as a mediator, helping people mediate family relationships...

"Oh, by the way."

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

Lu Feng could understand the seat belts, but plastic bags?

Lu Feng was blank: "What do you need those for?"

Ji Jue looked at the Kunpeng, which was full of energy and ready to give him a big one, shook his head and sighed: "Of course, I'm afraid someone will vomit in the car."

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

Chefs carrying various fresh seafood and even table wine filed in. After greeting the boss, they found a place in the backyard to start cooking on-site. Someone moved tables and chairs, spread tablecloths, and started setting the table.

Old Yao and Old San, who had never seen such a big scene, cheered and ran around in the backyard.

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

She even called Erniu to come home for the feast.

If she missed it and wasn't called, with Lu Ling's awkward personality, she might be shedding little pearls in her quilt for a long time tonight...

Watching the lively atmosphere, Ji Jue smiled and didn't get involved.

Carrying his heavy toolbox, he turned and walked towards the repair bay.

There was still a while before dinner.

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

Non-Aggression manifested!

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

Time was too tight, the power system was a delicate matter, and without original factory or professional 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 manufactured and modified.

There was no need to gild the lily.

But apart from that, there was so much work to be done!

After using the 'deus ex machina' to once again elevate the spirituality and essence of the creation itself, he then used fluid alchemy to adjust the physical properties of the frame structure, car chassis, suspension, tires, and other parts.

When the external appearance of matter naturally moves towards the essence, what appears is a reinforcement that is as if it were natural!

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

Limited by the material itself, after physical reinforcement, the strength, toughness, hardness, and other values of the car body itself 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 be foolproof.

For the hard-won bond between him and the boss, let alone running Mount Lianhua tonight, even if it were 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, the stars were scattered.

Outside Yacheng, Mount Lianhua. After nightfall, by the side of the rarely visited Mount Lianhua road, vehicles from the Road Administration Bureau had already stopped at both ends. Road maintenance vehicles had their lights on, and workers working overtime piled up warning cones and yellow-and-black anti-collision barrels on the road, putting up road maintenance signs and cutting off the traffic on both sides.

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

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

Indifferent.

As everyone knows, 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 after a long time, they will naturally gather into one circle after another.

There are so many clubs in Yacheng, but there are probably few hobbyist groups that can be as high-spec as Boss Chen's sports car club.

Young, beautiful, rich, and idle, and also having a car that can drive to four or five hundred, naturally, their way of playing is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Actually, although the club is a bit messy, it's relatively okay. Everyone has money at home, and they come here to socialize. Basically, no one is blind enough to take out pills or anything like that."

"Compared to racing, the most common things in daily life are just playing ball together, going for a ride, getting to know each other. If there is an opportunity and money, we make money together. After working together for a long time, superficial friends are also friends."

"Even if we quarrel, we part on good terms. At worst, we just play separately later. It's rare to have something like today where someone is directly put in a spot where they can't back down."

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

For some reason, he always felt that tonight's Kunpeng was exceptionally violent. With a light step on the gas, the speed would easily break one hundred, and as a result, he would scramble to step on the brake, making Ji Jue in the passenger seat feel dizzy.

"Oh, that bastard surnamed Mu, ever since he came, he's made the whole club smoky, the taste has changed. Many friends now hear that there's an activity and are completely unwilling to come out, and even when they meet occasionally, they've become distant."

He sighed melancholically: "If this continues, I can only go to the yacht club to play in the future. I don't know how to fly an airship, it's hard to handle. Eh, Brother Ji, why aren't you talking? Are you uncomfortable?"

No, I'm fine, it's just that the fragile heart of a poor person has been hurt by a billion points.

Ji Jue, who had nothing to say, just wanted to spit a mouthful of old blood on his face.

Now he just wanted to figure out how much of this three million was his hard-earned money, and how much was his psychological compensation... There really wasn't a single cent of it that was spent in vain, right!

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 auto shows were gathered together. Someone had even set up a stage, and amidst various flashing lights, intense electronic music was playing.

Not only was there a DJ hired on-site, but there were also various service personnel shuttling back and forth, distributing champagne...

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

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 life—damn it, if you have the energy to burn money, isn't it better to save it to buy a workshop core?!

Even if the atmosphere on the scene was intense, Ji Jue always felt a sense of 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.

No matter how enthusiastic the atmosphere at the scene was, Ji Jue always felt a sense of alienation and distance. Everyone clearly had the same pair of ears and eyes, yet 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 the vast majority of people. And right there in the crowd, the young man wearing a shirt already stained by alcohol, revealing two chest muscles, grinned, putting his arm around his female companion, his smile mocking:

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

Unlike the mockery from his opponent, inside the club, other friends with deep ties had long since gathered to greet him, patting his shoulders to encourage him:

"Old Chen, don't lose face."

"Right, keep your spirits up."

"Well done, go for it!"

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

He tore off his tie, no longer restraining the unpleasantness and anger pent up in his chest, strode forward, started with 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 shielded his boss behind him: he was only here to help log in and play on his behalf, not to engage in real-life PK.

Although if he really pulled a shotgun out from the Little Niu Ma following behind, he could blast everyone present.

But what for?

A group of princesses and young masters, all from wealthy and prominent families—any bump or bruise would be trouble. If they got punched, they might cry for five, six, seven, or eight days, and when their moms and dads saw it and got anxious, Ji Jue didn't know how much trouble that would cause.

Fortunately, before any action was taken, people on both sides had already separated them.

After all, everyone had placed heavy bets.

If one of these two ended up in the hospital, would the race even happen tonight?

Mu Jiang's expression was gloomy, his anger flared for a moment before 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?"

Amidst the tugging, the worked-up Chen Yubo went completely full throttle: "You fucking idiot who couldn't make it in Chaocheng, a piece of trash kicked out, what right do you have to act so arrogant in Yacheng? Don't you want to race? I'm telling you, if you have too much money and want to lose some, there are plenty of ways, but if you want to win, there's no way in hell!"

"Good, very good!"

"Well said!"

"Fuck him up!!!"

In the surrounding crowd, countless people became excited, waving their hands and shouting to stir things up, making Ji Jue's eyelids twitch violently: Damn, where did this bunch of fun-loving fire-stirrers come from?

They really don't think the spectacle is big enough, do they?

However, after all these years of friendship, among the group, there were at least a few with deep ties who whispered a reminder from the side: "Old Chen, stay steady, that guy is a bit weird."

"I called and asked the day before yesterday, Old Li lost in a very strange way."

"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 immediately increased: "I'm all prepared, whatever bullshit Chaocheng God of Racing, it's all trash!"

"Today I'll make him lose until he's bare-assed and crawl back to Chaocheng!"

The impassioned, bold words once again incited cheers and applause. Only Ji Jue wiped his sweat, suddenly sensing a hidden fluctuation of spiritual quality in the crowd that flashed and vanished.

He turned his head sharply to look, 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 strange sense of realization.

Damn, ran into a peer!

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

However, unlike Ji Jue's smiling nod, there was only darkness in the red-dressed woman's pitch-black pupils, like a warning, malicious and ferocious.

Get lost, don't get in the way!

Ji Jue's smile remained unchanged, a warm smile, completely indifferent.

Oh my, seems like I was threatened?

In the flickering lights, he tilted his head slightly, his soft smile covered by a layer of shadow that couldn't be dissolved.

This is getting a bit...

Ungrateful.