Chapter 152: Chapter 133: [Truth-Telling Technique (Pronounced: Xia Ban)]_2

Fortunately, Lin Hao had already gotten used to the "praise" in the log.

Just as Lin Hao was sweeping the floor slowly with the employees as the boss, in his Divine Thought perception, Mr. Hua appeared outside the store, riding his second-hand electric bike and wearing a helmet.

"Brother, are you here, brother!"

Lin Hao responded and walked out of the store, somewhat surprised to see Mr. Hua:

"Li Chuchu has already gone to River Debris City, why haven’t you gone?"

Regarding Mr. Li leading the team to River Debris City, Lin Hao had learned about it from Mr. Hua when Mr. Li became the team leader of Chenxi District.

The team leader had already gone, so why was Mr. Hua, as the young martial artist of Chenxi District, still there?

"Uncle Li indeed left, but he took a private plane. The other martial artists also took their own private planes. My family... my family doesn’t have a private plane right now, so I can only take the earliest flight tomorrow to River Debris City."

"Didn’t anyone offer to take you?"

"I don’t want to owe anyone favors. I’m not a participant this time; I’m just going to River Debris City as a spectator."

Although Lin Hao had perfected the Hua Family’s martial arts to a high level, although Old Master Hua Busi had expectations for Mr. Hua, and although Mr. Hua had been methodically cultivating and participating in training...

Others are just more diligent!

Nothing unexpected means nothing unexpected.

According to Mr. Hua’s explanation, everyone was either eating, drinking, sleeping, or cultivating, and each family invested various resources in their children.

In contrast, Mr. Hua, most of the time recently, was building a marketing team to sell black stockings.

Oh, and he was running through the process for a business license...

Without the business license, he can’t set up a business account. His Xiao Huang bike is unusable, and he relies on private messages from natural traffic friends to send delivery addresses.

Speaking of which, Mr. Hua opened the bag on his chest and took out a folded—

Business license.

Mr. Hua: "Look, I finally registered the company."

Lin Hao: "Ke Chen City Heys Co., Ltd. Making Life More Harmonious and Wow? What I don’t know is, you must have spent quite a while on the name approval, right?"

Mr. Hua: "Not really. I sent a pair of each black stocking to the market supervision staff to try out at home, and everything got sorted out. They thought what I wrote was quite accurate."

Lin Hao:...

Forget it, sometimes Lin Hao can’t keep up with Mr. Hua’s whimsical ideas; he’s off to catch a plane tomorrow, so he must have some reason for coming this late.

"Why did you come to find me this late; is there something you need?"

"These black stockings are for daily use, and it’s challenging to open up the market directly in River Debris City, as there are many similar products. So I want to collaborate with you... and the milk tea shop Miss Li Chuchu opened, taking some milk tea powder packs to River Debris City, offering black stockings as gifts for buying milk tea."

Buy milk tea...

And get black stockings?

Indeed, Lin Hao felt he couldn’t keep up with Mr. Hua’s marketing ideas anymore, so let’s leave this professional matter to...

Li Chuchu.

"You should speak directly with Li Chuchu; I don’t really know the details. I’m just someone making milk tea."

"Then could you help tell Miss Li about it? If I do, my plan might just get rejected."

Good grief, you know the buy milk tea, get black stockings business model has issues, right?

Lin Hao laughed and, right in front of Mr. Hua, faithfully conveyed the situation to Li Chuchu and asked her to "lend a hand."

"Thanks, brother!"

Mr. Hua gave Lin Hao a fist salute before preparing to ride his second-hand electric bike to...

Deliver goods.

"Wait a moment, take this."

As he spoke, Lin Hao rummaged through the Storage Bag and pulled out a gourd.

Seeing the gourd, Mr. Hua waved his hand:

"Brother, even though I’m going to River Debris City, I don’t need Xiong Lan’s Small Pill right now."

"This is my family recipe injury medicine; keep it for when you might get into a fight."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, but I’ll accept your good intentions."

Mr. Hua received the gourd from Lin Hao with both hands, unzipped the bag on his chest, and squeezed the business license and the gourd inside.

Returning to the store, everyone was still cleaning.

Lin Hao continued to blend in, wipe and brush, wipe and brush...

Half an hour later, the store was spotless.

"Off work!"

The atmosphere in the store instantly became jubilant.

[Lin Hao, with exceptional insight, mastered the magic "Truth-Telling Technique (pronouncing: off work)"]

[Truth-Telling Technique (pronouncing: off work):

A truth-telling type of magic designed for the disciples of the Sect who work tirelessly, whether willingly or not; when used on disciples, it can relieve their frustration from participating in the Sect’s enterprise construction continuously for one or more days, preventing them from caring for their family and cultivating, greatly stimulating their longing for the beautiful cultivation lifestyle]

Lin Hao: Mastered another magic; somewhat useful, but not much.

But at least it can bring everyone more joy when they’re off work, and boost everyone’s mood value...

Oh, right.

Today is the first day of Li Chuchu’s departure. According to Li Chuchu, everyone is already accustomed to her management, and regardless of how Lin Hao manages, there might be some people who are not used to Lin Hao’s management.

So, we need a method...

"By the way, everyone has worked hard. The company still cannot procure buses to commute to work, so starting today, everyone can take taxis for commuting and get reimbursed against tickets."

The atmosphere in the store became even more lively.

Better than the effect of the [Truth-Telling Technique].

...

After the vehicle stopped at the entrance of the City Management Team, Qianqian, sitting in the car, waved to Lin Hao and said:

"Teacher Lin, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

When Lin Hao stepped into the City Management Team, he noticed the Corpse Interpreter pacing. Upon seeing Lin Hao, he quickly approached and greeted:

"Milk Tea Master, tomorrow I have to go on a business trip to River Debris City. I want to bring some local gifts to meet a friend there. Could I... buy some of your milk tea powder packs?"

"Of course, no problem."

...

The Corpse Interpreter carried a plastic bag full of milk tea powder packs, deciding to buy a gift box when boarding the plane tomorrow, then package the milk tea powder inside to make them appear...

More upscale.

More like gifts.

Otherwise, just using the Happy Milk Tea Powder Pack packaging, it would look really cheap, gifting it to Sister Lust would make others feel like you lack sincerity.

However, before returning to the dormitory, the Corpse Interpreter needed to make a trip to the confinement room.

The closer he got to the confinement room, the heavier his mood became...

When he reached the door of the confinement room, the Corpse Interpreter thought, maybe he should just not go in.

But considering everything, he decided to go in, at least...

To see his brother one last time.

"Please show your ID!"

"Beep. Corpse Interpreter."

"Beep. Facial recognition successful."

"Beep. Fingerprint recognition successful."

After passing through security, the Corpse Interpreter entered the confinement room.

Inside, the Corpse Interpreter slowly walked towards the room he was familiar with, based on memory...

"Little brother, I knew you would come tonight."

Zhen Haoren looked at the Corpse Interpreter at his room’s entrance without any surprise, after all...

Tomorrow is the day of his execution.

Looking at Zhen Haoren’s relaxed face, the Corpse Interpreter’s expression turned a bit heavy:

"Are you, regretting it?"

"Regret, maybe a little bit?"

Zhen Haoren shrugged, stood up, grabbed the bars with both hands, and said with a smile:

"I just regret... regretting how I got enlisted under the Furious Legislator?"

Seeing Zhen Haoren’s face with a somewhat sickly smile, the Corpse Interpreter frowned.

But he thought for a moment, then took out a milk tea powder pack from the plastic bag and tossed it to Zhen Haoren.

Zhen Haoren caught the milk tea powder pack, smiled, and asked:

"My dear brother, don’t you have anything to say to me?"

"In the next life, be a real good person."

"Hahaha, let’s talk about that in the next life."

Watching the Corpse Interpreter’s distant back, Zhen Haoren’s sickly smile slowly faded...

"With my behavior, my brother probably won’t have any... negative feelings towards my death."

But there’s one more very important thing.

Zhen Haoren took out a piece of paper from his bedside.

[Ke Chen City Humane Execution Standards]

□ Gunshot (Bullets must be bought individually, based on actual usage; family members pay)

□ Drug injection (Free)

□ Music they want to listen to (Unlicensed songs must have copyright fees paid by family)

□ Last wishes: ...

After looking at the standard checklist in his hand, and then at the surveillance, he spoke earnestly:

"Captain, how do you think I’m doing? My brother definitely won’t have any lingering thoughts towards me, just let me watch my execution, please! Please!"