Chapter 226: No Old Friends, Only New Friends

"Who fired the shot?"

Lord Cunling turned back and asked; Sun Ci stood out in ecstasy, but Lord Cunling just nodded and retracted his gaze, leaving him stiff in place, not knowing what to do.

Dog-shit luck.

Lord Cunling tossed the bullet, understanding; this shot penetrated the outer shell and hit the core parasitized by the distortion thing directly, and it just so happened that the material of the core was limited, and it was shattered with one shot.

To think that a fully formed aberrant would die in such a stifling way.

It's just that, this bullet...

He thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Who made this?"

Sun Ci subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but after reacting, he also forgot who gave him this gun, looking at the back in a daze, and saw Ji Jue, leaning on crutches.

He lowered his head and reported: "It, it's me."

Lord Cunling pinched the bullet, feeling the processing traces on it, and asked casually: "Where did you learn this hand of Red Anvil spiritual quality stimulation?"

"I... I..."

Ji Jue lowered his head, his eyes dodging, suppressing his anxiety.

Lord Cunling understood instantly, just smiled, and didn't care.

Just looking at the processing traces, he knew it was too rough; the application was quite flexible, but there was a lack in the structure. Clearly, the basic skills were solid, but the theory was lacking?

There was only one possibility—stealing the study.

But between artisans and apprentices, stealing the study was too common; apart from stiffly remembering every operation of the teacher and pondering it day and night after returning, what other choices could there be for disciples who weren't loved by the teacher?

The person beside him flipped through the records and whispered something.

Immediately, Lord Cunling suddenly realized.

"The apprentice brought by that guy Hu An?"

Hu An should be the name of the Profound artisan in the bank earlier.

"Good luck, and good comprehension. It seems that talent can also come from the garbage dump."

Lord Cunling patted Ji Jue's shoulder, "Keep up the good work, kid, the future is promising."

"Yes, yes..."

Ji Jue nodded hurriedly, feeling the envious or jealous gazes of others. After this encounter, this cripple actually hung his name on Lord Cunling's side; maybe it was a blue-sky road, rising to the top!

Finally, Lord Cunling flipped through the records of the underground workshop, his gaze stopping on the output numbers of each group; when he saw the number 159, he paused for a moment.

"Sun Ci?" He looked over, this lucky guy who shot and killed the distortion thing.

Just right, it also saved the reward...

Sun Ci hurriedly stepped forward and nodded.

"Do you understand the process?" Lord Cunling asked suddenly.

Sun Ci froze for a moment, didn't react, and immediately nodded in ecstasy.

"Very good, all departments have been busy lately, so for these two days, this place will be handed over to you, Manager Sun."

Lord Cunling emphasized the pronunciation of the title, telling him, "Perform well."

With that, he turned and left.

The people behind him hurriedly chased after him; for a time, the underground workshop once again ushered in dead silence.

Only everyone stood in place in a daze.

A long time.

Sun Ci seemed to finally wake up from a dream, looking at the person beside him: "Manager?"

"Right."

Another group leader beside him hurriedly squeezed out a sycophantic smile, "Congratulations, Manager Sun."

"Manager?" Sun Ci looked around in a dream, asking again.

The remaining people nodded frantically.

Immediately, he couldn't suppress his heavy breathing anymore, and even wanted to dance!

Manager! Manager! He was actually a manager?!

Even if he couldn't be ranked in the upper level, a garbage dump manager is still a manager, okay! Not to mention, it's easy to scrape money in the garbage dump!

But as long as there was this opportunity, if he scraped together some more money and precious materials to offer up, and endured for a while, it wasn't impossible to use this as a chance to transfer to a lucrative position.

His eyes became agile quickly, his mind turning, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became higher and higher.

Even the pain in his arm disappeared without a trace.

His body was so light.

He turned over! Turned over! Turned over!!!

Just like that, smiling, enjoying those awe-inspiring and sycophantic expressions and admiring and adoring smiles, he laughed out loud, and in his ecstasy, he dealt with the people around him, making promises, or releasing generosity, or recording an account in his heart.

Just like that, after sending those people away.

He finally looked at the person beside him, his lucky star, his crucial arm—Ji Jue!

Wanting to share the joy? Wanting to show off? Wanting to draw a pie? Let the little brother follow him and work hard?

Maybe all of them, maybe there were others.

However, for some reason, when he saw that scarred face in the shadows, at that moment, it was as if two broken lines had suddenly connected in the chaotic mess of thousands of threads...

Thus, the clues in the chaos were thoroughly connected, enlightened, and suddenly realized.

How could someone have an accident the moment they came today?

How could it be so coincidental?

Giving him a gun, and he inexplicably killed such a big distortion thing? Where... did good things fall on the head of a beast of burden like him who had wasted most of his life?

Unless...

In the moment of realization, he couldn't suppress the trembling anymore, his whole body cold, as if falling into an ice cellar.

His eyes gradually widened.

Looking at Ji Jue.

And Ji Jue was also looking at him.

Smiling, happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"Congratulations, Manager Sun."

But Sun Ci's body stiffened, unable to hide his anxiety and fear.

"You... I..."

He stuttered, wanting to speak, and soon, the fierceness appeared in his eyes, "Don't..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted; Ji Jue seemed to have noticed nothing, sighing: "That shot that killed the distortion thing earlier, it seems you fired it? Really accurate, one shot and it's dead, amazing!"

Sun Ci was sluggish, as if petrified.

"Hey, I haven't thanked you yet!" Ji Jue sighed: "Many materials were also collected by you for me. The things next to the furnace earlier were also handed in by you."

Sun Ci couldn't say a word anymore, his face gradually turning pale.

"Really good, really good, congratulations on seizing the opportunity to turn over." Ji Jue paused, sighing with empathy: "Otherwise, I don't know how many years it would take."

Dead silence.

Sun Ci's lips moved, unable to make a sound.

He suddenly discovered that everything seemed to have gone wrong.

When the furnace exploded, the things he handed in were beside it, Ji Jue's materials were all collected by him, and he had signed his name on the list.

When the distortion body woke up, the first one killed was the manager.

Finally, and coincidentally, it died in his hands.

And he, jumped to become a manager, getting out of the mud...

Everything was just right; if looked back from the perspective of a vested interest during the investigation, all the suspicions would actually be pinned on him?

In the dizziness, his eyes were dark, but for some reason, that scarred smiling face became clearer and clearer.

"Didn't expect the infighting in the recycling department to be so fierce, it's really breathtaking. Please rest assured, I will keep your secret."

Ji Jue stood beside him, watching the scene of cleaning up the aftermath in the underground workshop, and suddenly said: "It's just that I helped you with such a big favor, you will help me too, right?"

Sun Ci was silent for a long time, finally swallowing a mouthful of dry saliva.

Nodded.

"Of course."

He forcibly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Sharing blessings together, sharing difficulties together, after all."

"In that case, from today on, we are friends?"

Ji Jue laughed, reaching out: "Come, good friend, let's shake hands?"

Sun Ci was sluggish, looking at him, looking at the hand he reached out, his expression twitching once, then again, for a long time, finally, under Ji Jue's soft persuasion, he acted.

"Right, reach out, very good..."

"Good boy."

Ji Jue smiled gently, shook the palm he raised, and told him: "From now on, we are the best friends in the world."

Man's best friend is not just a dog.

It can also be a dog.

For everyone else, the new cripple was a legendary lucky guy.

Coming to the recycling department, on the very first day, he seized the opportunity in the last time before Sun Ci's rise, climbed the high branch, became a confidant, got rid of the exploitation of the beasts of burden, was promoted to manager assistant, obtained the permission to enter and exit the underground workshop freely, and appeared in the upper level.

And what made everyone breathe a sigh of relief was that he was much better than the idiot who only knew how to sell his ass before. Not only was he very tolerant of the target, never adding weight, but he would also kindly lend a helping hand when many apprentices couldn't keep up with the progress.

In just one day, he became friends with everyone.

Even those with the darkest hearts, when facing him, would squeeze out a smile and express their gratitude without hiding it.

Swearing to the sky and earth, swearing and sincerely respecting and loving Manager Sun.

Manager Sun is good, Manager Sun is too damn good, Manager Sun is here, the blue sky is here, Manager Sun is here, everyone's workload can finally be less!

Even the benefits are more...

Watching Ji Jue push the cart and send protective equipment to everyone's hands, almost every apprentice was in tears, wishing they could kowtow to Manager Sun on the spot.

It's just that for some reason, Manager Sun's smile was always a bit reluctant.

Probably because so much protective equipment cost a lot of favors, so everyone respected him even more.

And after serving as manager assistant, many jobs were logically handed over to Ji Jue.

Including the daily transport of cleaned parts and dismantled materials.

He leaned on his crutches, following closely behind the upper-level manager, familiarizing himself with the environment.

The internal affairs manager glanced at his lame leg, too lazy to say anything, and even lazier to slow down to accommodate him, just routine work.

"The workshop is divided into four levels, not counting the one below."

The bald woman walking in front said coldly: "The first and second levels are where other artisans work. You just send the things there according to the number.

The third level, apart from the workroom of Master Jianyuan's disciples, the other parts are for material and work storage and transport; without a signature and permission, don't walk around, dying just drags others down to write reports."

"What about the fourth level?" Ji Jue asked curiously.

The bald woman turned back and looked at him indifferently, not answering.

Or rather, there couldn't be any other answer.

The fourth level is Jianyuan's own private domain; let alone going in, even asking about it is taboo.

Ji Jue, who 'reacted', suddenly realized, and hurriedly gave himself a slap, fawning and begging for mercy: "Please forgive me, forgive me, I didn't bring my brain when I went out, I'm really sorry."

Saying that, he reached out as if pleading.

The bald woman wanted to shake off his hand expressionlessly, but through the sleeve, her hand felt inexplicably heavy, with a small bag filled with sand-like items.

Generated gold.

At least four hundred grams!

Her gloomy expression suddenly paused, revealing a trace of openness and softness: "Don't blame those who don't know; newcomers don't understand the rules, so they need us to point them out."

"That's right, that's right."

Ji Jue nodded frantically, releasing his hand just right: "Still need your guidance."

"Old Sun is lucky to have a subordinate as sensible as you." The bald woman understood, pushed open the door of the material storage, pointed to the empty shelf, and had no intention of helping.

"Just put it up yourself."

"Alright."

Ji Jue wiped the sweat and blood from his face, hurriedly sorting the materials and putting them into the shelf, but his gaze swept silently over a bigger door deeper inside, and then retracted.

Precious material storage room.

In his pocket, the spiritual quality crystal left by Lu Feng vibrated slightly.

There was a reaction.

Making Ji Jue breathe a sigh of relief slowly...

Finally, found it.

Ah, the first day of the month, please give me a monthly ticket!

Found that when I'm not stuck, the efficiency is quite fast, easy, smooth, and happy; well, why is it so easy to write the plot of a double-agent every time, so strange...

By the way, patch notification—because I wrote too smoothly in the previous text, I mistakenly wrote Old Tang's 'Fourth Grand-Uncle' as 'Second Grand-Uncle', which has now been changed. Thanks for the comment reminder, thank you! ===== CHAPTER 227 =====

By the way, a patch note—because I was writing too smoothly in the previous text, I mistakenly wrote Old Tang's "Fourth Grand-Uncle" as "Second Grand-Uncle," which has now been corrected. Thanks for the comment reminder, thank you!