Chapter 249: Murder, Arson, and Committing Crimes

"Hello? Okay, uh-huh, I'll tell him. Good, thank you for your trouble, thanks, appreciate it."

After some social pleasantries, Ye Chun hung up the phone and sighed helplessly, glaring at Ji Jue: "It's your business again."

"Ah? Whose call?"

"The school."

Ye Chun shrugged.

As a parasite of the Ye family and a lazy fish of the workshop, and the shame of the educational world and the burden of modern alchemy for Professor Ye, she also has to work—although her work content is just lying at home eating, eating, and eating every day, but when she goes out, in formal occasions, she also has to dress professionally and communicate with others.

As Ye Xian's assistant.

After all, there are only three people in the Tide Sound Workshop, and Ye Xian never bothers with trivial matters. The replenishment of materials, stocking, and the communication and reply to orders are all handled by Ye Chun.

It was fine before, because her aunt's personality determined that there wouldn't be many orders, and for those big orders, the employers were usually easy to talk to and didn't care about trivial matters.

But after adding Ji Jue, the workload increased by several times.

Now, Ye Chun is, to some extent, Ji Jue's assistant and manager, and those who can't find Ji Jue often follow the vine to find Ye Chun.

The others are fine; she talks to the local manager of the association about association matters. As for orders... Ji Jue has only just obtained the position of artisan, what orders could he have?

Most of the time, Ye Chun is racking her brains to help him collect trash. After all, the warehouse reserves are limited, and relying on Ye Xian's scrap to support Ji Jue is really unlikely.

Fortunately, Ji Jue isn't picky; good goods are fine, and rotten goods can also make do.

And recently, the reconstruction and scavenging of Quancheng have provided a large amount of alchemical waste; otherwise, she would probably have gone crazy.

And the one calling every three days now is Tianmen University.

"They want you to show your face."

Ye Chun grinned, "After all, you're the contemporary genius artisan who easily took first place and snatched the top spot. The school leaders are just waiting for you to show your face and stand on stage so they can pull in some budget."

"In another month, there's a speech for this season's graduates. Do you have any plans to show off in front of the seniors and juniors?"

"We'll see."

Ji Jue curled his lips, uninterested.

For working people, being arrogant first and then humble is just the norm. Everyone is out here trying to make a living; they've already lost their faces, so where would they still care about that?

Before becoming Professor Ye's student, Ji Jue had to be blocked on procedures just to get a license for his little beast of burden. After becoming a student, he could travel through the school unimpeded even while driving his little tricycle. And after becoming an artisan, he suddenly became a hot commodity overnight.

He really had no interest in standing on stage and selling his face for a bunch of old fogeys.

"If you have time, you should still go. Maybe you can take the opportunity to pull in some sponsorship."

"And then split the account 40/60 with that bunch of guys?" Ji Jue was completely uninterested: "Too much trouble."

If he were truly so poor that he couldn't even open the pot, he wouldn't go looking for that bunch of guys; even a tiny bit of money would lead to endless trivial trouble.

Do you see that plant in the Security Bureau that works overtime every day?

As long as I open my mouth, three sentences will make the pillar of the Tong family's generation empty his pockets!

"Tsk, young people these days."

Ye Chun shook her head, sounding old and experienced: "In our time, where would we have such good days..."

Ji Jue was so angry he laughed. Others might not know, but how could he not know: "You were recommended for graduate school as soon as you graduated. Every day, besides writing papers, you were lying on the sofa eating potato chips and drinking cola, and you've been eating like that until now. The good days never stopped!"

"Fart, I call this lurking with claws and teeth, sharpening my strength!"

Ye Chun glared, "Keep blabbering and I'll deduct your trash!"

It's reversed, it's reversed, Senior... no, Artisan... anyway, she's betrayed her master!

A mere artisan of a branch family actually dares to offend the Senior Sister of the main line; you definitely won't get any trash to eat today!

Ji Jue smiled crookedly, grabbed Ye Chun again, told the story of his Chief Artisan once more, then patted his butt and got up, preparing to continue grinding through the Sword Discussion Chapter.

"Let's stop here for today."

Ye Xian waved her hand: "No need to continue this afternoon. Didn't you just move? Deal with the messy things first."

"Then tonight?" Ji Jue asked curiously.

"If I have time, I'll go."

"Okay, then I'll go back and prepare."

Ji Jue grinned and waved, grabbed another handful of the incompetently furious Ye Chun, snatched a can of cola, laughed up at the sky, and left triumphantly.

It was still early. He drove his little beast of burden to the vegetable market, replenished the ingredients needed for the evening, and then carried the big and small bags back to his newly tidied home.

It wasn't far from Ye Xian's workshop, in the same desolate seaside suburb. The two-story building had been given a new look over the past few days thanks to Ji Jue's occasional guidance and Isis's blood and sweat.

Even the originally empty courtyard had a tree planted. After adding plenty of heavy fertilizer, the transplanted tree had completely taken root, looking very atmospheric.

Could it be anything less?

This was something Ji Jue had driven his little beast of burden to Chen Chen Yubo's courtyard to pick for a long time, and he dug it up himself. This was the one that grew the best!

As a result, just as he pushed open the door, he saw Lu Feng picking his feet and watching short videos on a lounge chair under the tree...

Ji Jue went up and gave him a kick.

"What are you doing?" Lu Feng dodged with a skilled twist of his waist, his lazy posture becoming even more flamboyant.

"What are you doing?" Ji Jue sneered, "I bet Lu Ma definitely told you to take care of the kids."

"Aren't I taking care of them right now!" Lu Feng was as calm as ever.

"Where are the kids!"

"Hm?"

Then, Lu Feng realized that the third and the youngest were missing!

"Don't look, they've climbed onto the roof, damn it."

Ji Jue sighed and looked at the two little devils quietly climbing up the eaves: "Remember to give them a beating when they fall down later."

"Indeed... haven't beaten them for a few days." Lu Feng scratched the stubble on his chin: "Where's your stick?"

"Who has a stick ready to beat kids when they have nothing to do?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes: "You figure it out yourself."

Pushing the door in, he saw the living room, which had changed its appearance in just one afternoon. The corners that were originally dusty had all been cleaned up, and the discounted sofa Ji Jue bought was covered with lining cloth and cushions.

"Second Brother, Second Brother, the living room is all cleaned up!" Lu Ling, who was mopping the floor, saw Ji Jue return and immediately approached him with a beaming smile. Her hair was skillfully rubbed by Ji Jue.

"Grown taller again?"

"Seems like a little bit."

Lu Ling narrowed her eyes: "Recently, the teacher even asked me about you. Is your artisan license very powerful? A Senior Sister who likes to throw her weight around recently spoke to me much more humbly."

"Anyway, getting more certificates is never wrong. You have to study hard, you know?"

Ji Jue smiled slightly and poked his head into the kitchen: "Has Lu Ma already started getting busy? Didn't you say we'd wait for me to come back?"

"Hey, idle is idle. Didn't you say a lot of people were coming? The soup needs to be simmered for a long time." Lu Ma turned her head and saw Ji Jue, also smiling, full of joy.

The curve of the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes also carried a smile.

It was rare that today was a good day for Ji Jue to move, and he said many friends would come. Before going out, she specially wore all her jewelry and dyed her hair in advance.

After coming over early today, she tidied up the upstairs again, not wanting him to lose face in front of his friends.

"Hm, smells good, chicken soup?" Ji Jue leaned in.

"Yes, today Grandma from the Liu family sent some very fresh hairy peach roots. The soup will definitely be delicious. Alright, alright, just put the vegetables down, don't add to the chaos."

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After saying a few words, Ji Jue was driven out.

Lu Ling had already finished cleaning up and didn't need Ji Jue's help, and Lu Feng outside had already entered the skilled process of beating the children and didn't need his help either.

After looking around, he actually had nothing to do.

He could only carry his bag and head to the basement.

After pushing the door open, the empty basement gradually changed, and the platform appeared.

The lights in the carriage were always on.

Mercury spiders crawled in and out of the corners, busy with work. At this moment, seeing him walk in, they stopped in their tracks, their blood-red eyes looking back, staring straight at him.

"Is Isis adapting to the new environment?" Ji Jue asked, putting down his bag.

"Are you referring to being imprisoned in a confined space, working endlessly twenty-four hours a day, selling blood, sweat, and intelligence to satisfy your endless desires?"

Isis's voice was calm: "Yes, I am very adapted."

"Hey, what kind of talk is that? Our workshop also emphasizes the combination of work and rest!" Ji Jue relied on the thickness of his face to perfectly defend, and then continued to ask: "How is the work?"

"Currently, the outer layer of the train has been repaired, and the internal maintenance project, Sequence 4, is temporarily stalled. Reason: lack of materials."

"Out again?" Ji Jue was shocked.

"What you are to maintain and service is a core asset of the Skyrail Group, a train equivalent in value to a complete Rift Realm, and a workshop framework that you, as you are now, are absolutely incapable of completing."

What did you think it was? A model toy for human cubs on the side of the road?"

Isis's straightforward statement: "Considering your miserable financial situation, the repair of this train and the construction of the workshop may take thirty years to be initially completed."

"However, please don't worry. Relying on that face of yours that is enough to make female hormones go out of control and your skills of committing crimes, I believe our future is bright."

"..."

Ji Jue's eye twitched: "Is this the sixth time you've advised me to sell myself as a gigolo or rob a bank?"

"The ninth time."

Isis corrected: "And, considering the current trend of electronic currency, the internal storage of a bank is probably not enough to support such a huge consumption."

"I suggest you consider the Haizhou Gold Reserve Center."

The voice leading people to do evil was so sweet, earnest, and feasible.

Ji Jue almost couldn't hold on.

Who can resist the temptation of getting rich overnight?

Anyway, Ji Jue, who had just gone from rich to poor, couldn't hold on.

But as a dignified artisan, he wasn't Nirvana, making big news every day. Could he not live his life?

"Money..."

Ji Jue sighed, sitting in the chair, looking at the empty carriage and the reserve spiritual quality library, scratching his head.

The future is always bright, which means the present is always dark.

Days without money are really hard, especially when you are an artisan who never has enough money, it's even harder. Every gift of fate has its own price, and the company's gift price is even more exaggerated. The car the president gave hadn't even started driving, and Ji Jue was already almost bankrupt.

"As for money, no need to worry for now."

He said: "Recently, there should be a sum of money coming in."

Isis was cold: "With all due respect, you don't seem to have any income recently."

"What are you talking about." Ji Jue rolled his eyes: "If I don't go looking for work, can't others come to send it to me?"

The starlight flickered, as if looking down with contempt:

"Is this sleep talk?"

"This is reality."

Ji Jue shrugged and waved, looking at the monitor. In the monitor, on the road outside, was that figure carrying a suitcase, pacing and hesitating.

Instantly, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Look, isn't the money being sent here?"

This month's friend fee is about to arrive. ===== CHAPTER 250 =====