It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 57 Spitting and Losing Everything
It didn't take Liu Zheng much time to arrive at his destination.

West River Center.

This is a small building of about 11 floors, which is quite short for an office building.

But the rent of this type of office building is actually higher, just like a villa is more expensive than a tower building.

There are neither too many nor too few people entering and leaving the office building.

Most of them were dressed in suits or exquisite dresses.

The exposed limbs and skin look like normal humans.

But they all had a paper bag on their heads with faces painted on the front of the bag.

The paint, brush and technique used for each face are different, some are simple drawings, while others are classical oil paintings.

Not surprisingly, those with more elaborately painted faces wore better clothes, and some even wore gold watches or jewelry.

When Liu Zheng walked towards the gate, they all cast concerned glances at him.

That’s right, these drawn faces can move and are even more flexible than real facial features.

"What are you looking at?"

He glared back without showing any weakness.

To treat the people in this strange world, you have to be like the hyena, the second brother of Africa.

If you have the strength, bite; if you don’t, run.

Don't be too reckless, nor too timid.

Just like now, when Liu Zheng looked at them with fierce eyes and even rolled up his tentacles ready to attack, these white-collar workers immediately looked away.

"Tsk, petty bourgeois trash."

He spat on the ground.

However, Liu Zheng also noticed something very interesting.

These people didn't seem to be looking at him, but at his takeout box.

What? You didn’t have breakfast?

Liu Zheng was a little puzzled, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Just as he was about to walk into the office building, a woman wearing a red armband stopped him.

Judging from her attire, she should be a cleaning lady.

The face was drawn in sketch style and looked quite delicate, probably no older than thirty years old.

"Spitting anywhere will result in a fine of 100 yuan."

She held out her hand and said expressionlessly.

"I didn't throw up in the building."

Of course, Liu Zheng couldn't just give the money like that.

Nor did his money come from strong winds.

"It's not allowed outside either. All the way to the roadside is within the scope of the three guarantees in front of the door."

The cleaning lady continued to insist.

"Where did you get this rule from?"

"Property regulations."

"You're using the property management regulations to control a delivery man like me?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"Then you can lend me a mop and I can clean it, right?"

"No."

Faced with his proposal, the cleaner flatly refused.

"Alright, alright."

Liu Zheng reluctantly took out a hundred-dollar bill and gave it to her.

Although he felt that the money was not necessary to be given, since he already had the money, there was no need to take the risk.

"Also, you are responsible for cleaning the entire three-pack area in front of the door."

The cleaning lady took the money but had no intention of letting him go.

"Are you serious?"

Liu Zheng looked around and found that this area was at least thousands of square meters.

I’m afraid it will be dark by the time I finish cleaning.

"Yes, this is also the property regulations."

The cleaning lady nodded.

Liu Zheng was now certain that she was here to cause trouble.

"Then I'll pay you another hundred and you can help me clean it."

He once again tried for a peaceful resolution.

"No."

The cleaner shook his head.

Just as Liu Zheng was surprised at her integrity, she spoke again.

"At least two thousand."

"hehe."

Liu Zheng sneered.

Two thousand is enough to hire a cleaner.

Since it doesn't make sense, there's nothing more to say.

Just in case, he still called Niu Ma.

"what?"

The sounds of the cows and horses were a little hurried, as if they were doing sit-ups again.

"The cleaning lady at the office building stopped me and said I would be fined 2,100 yuan for spitting."

Liu Zheng said succinctly. "Then just give it to me."

Niuma said nonchalantly.

“I can give it, but can it solve the problem after I give it?”

he asked.

"No."

Niuma's answer was equally concise.

"Look inside the gate."

Liu Zheng looked over as he was told and saw a man in security uniform staring at him silently.

"Is there a security guard watching you?"

Niuma asked.

"Yes."

"The property management of the office building is like this. They try every means to make money from us deliverymen. Even if you don't spit, you will be punished for entering the door with your left foot first, which is not in compliance with regulations."

Niuma said.

“Isn’t this too targeted?”

Liu Zheng was speechless.

Compared with the property management of office buildings, the security guards in the community are considered to be honest and clean.

"Actually, it wasn't like that before. There's a rumor that the boss behind all the office buildings in the city is the same person, and that person doesn't get along with the current Bloody Restaurant."

Niuma said.

And the current bloody restaurant doesn't deal with it
Liu Zheng felt that it had a hidden meaning and quickly figured out the answer.

What is the difference between the current bloody restaurant and the previous bloody restaurant? According to the information he knew, there is only one thing.

The restaurant owner was replaced by Si Xue.

When the King of Hell fights, the little devils suffer.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Think about it yourself. If you want to get rid of the disaster with money, you'll have to spend at least 10,000 yuan."

"Then how did the other deliverymen deliver the food before?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Why do you keep asking such stupid questions? If they deliver it, can you still come in?"

Niuma asked back.

What it said made so much sense that Liu Zheng was speechless.

“The turnover rate of that restaurant is too high.”

"It's just like that, otherwise why do you think I ran away? But even so, so many people want to get in but can't."

"The staff meals you don't like to eat every day are enough to cause a fight if you take them out."

"Look at that tree. It's stronger than me, but what does it eat and drink every day? If it wasn't expecting you to dig food for it in the restaurant, would it spoil you so much and let you take advantage of it?"

Niuma sneered.

Liu Zheng thought about it and agreed.

When they first met, Sycamore was even craving for his urine.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had an inspiration.

"Thank you, boss."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone politely.

"I definitely won't give you money."

He said to the cleaner.

"Then I will beat you to death according to the rules."

The cleaner's painted face immediately turned into an angry expression, and even three flames appeared on his forehead.

Her cleaning clothes suddenly expanded, and her entire upper body became larger than that of a bodybuilding champion.

Especially her trapezius muscles, it would be impossible to train them to this level without taking two cartloads of protein powder.

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng was shocked.

Why would you want to be a cleaner with this ability? Wouldn’t it be better to participate in the Olympic Games?
"But I can buy you a cup of coffee, the coffee of bad luck coffee."

"Oh, no, two."

He glanced at the security guard in the door and said.

After hearing Liu Zheng's words, the cleaner hesitated.

She looked at the security guard covertly, and the latter nodded almost imperceptibly.

"One Orange C iced Americano, half sugar. One whipped coconut hot latte, standard sugar."

The anger on the cleaner's face disappeared and was replaced by a strange smile.

"no problem."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Bad Luck Coffee is over there."

The cleaning lady pointed in the direction, and the exaggerated pectoral muscles disappeared.

"OK."

He walked to the side of the office building and a striking sign appeared in front of him.

It was an inverted deer head, with blood constantly oozing from the broken neck, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

But the deer head's eyes were still clear, yet there was a hint of pain in the clarity.

It looked at Liu Zheng and shed a tear burning with black flames.

(End of this chapter)