svetikya Chapter 10 How much money can I make by selling this person?
Chapter 10 How much money can I make by selling this person?
"The more you get, the harder you'll work, right?"
Zheng En patted him on the shoulder. The fabric was fairly clean. He then wiped his hands on the child's clothes. Jason was so engrossed in making a lot of money that he didn't notice anything amiss.
"Then you wait here, I'll call someone over right away!"
The boy ran out in a hurry and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Pretty energetic, isn't he?" Jung Eun thought to Batman.
It was night in Gotham, and some lights, some faint and some bright, shone from the windows of the houses nearby.
He was standing under a streetlamp, which should have lit up as night fell, but it only flickered twice before emitting a faint wisp of black smoke, making it look completely broken.
Okay, East End.
Jung Eun glanced at the man who could have simply gone his own way but instead insisted on approaching her, and she already knew what was going to happen.
Night is bad, Gotham.
He was already mentally prepared when the other party pulled out a knife.
He grabbed the wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction, then struck the man's head with his elbow. After a few exchanges, the man wearing a knitted hat was soon curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach and howling in pain. The robbery knife fell to the ground.
Zheng En bent down to pick up the knife, squatted down next to the man, and took the initiative, saying, "Robbery! Hand over everything you have."
The man lay there pretending to be dead, so he picked up a small knife and slapped it against the man's face. "Don't waste my time on you. You'll get back what you've cost me, you know?"
With a slight twist of her wrist, the blade that had been striking the man was now the horizontal back of the blade. "If you delay any longer... you know what I'll do, right?"
There's no reason why you shouldn't get equipment drops when you kill low-level monsters.
The man secretly opened his eyes a crack and saw that Zheng En's fair and gentle face was still smiling, with his eyes crinkling, looking like he was easy to bully. But having just suffered a great loss, how could he not understand that this was a tough nut to crack?
"I...I understand," the man stammered, shrinking back as he tried to get away from the knife. "I'll give you all my money and possessions, if you're willing to let me go."
Jung Eun stood up, and the man also braced himself on the ground with one hand, while his other hand reached into his pocket as if to take something out, muttering, "This is all the money I have..."
He suddenly turned his pocket inside out and threw up what he was holding.
"Take it! You damn out-of-towner!"
The grayish-white powder was scattered in the air, but it did not harm anyone.
The man stared in astonishment at Zheng En, who had dodged aside, his arrogant face contorted in pain from the kicks.
His face was contorted with flesh, his teeth flew out, and he slammed against the wall with the force of the impact. His head hit the wall with a thud, his body slid down the wall, and his head fell down, leaving him completely silent.
Zheng En twisted his wrist and pressed his knuckles. "This is the kind of intensity the East District should have." You can't expect someone to be subdued after just one beating. There's no such thing as a free lunch in Gotham.
He sighed, "Just puncturing tires to earn repair fees is too naive."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw two figures appear not far away, one tall and one short. One was a burly man with a shaved head and tattoos on his face, carrying a toolbox, and the other was Jason.
He looked a little nervous.
Zheng En wasn't sure if Jason had heard him; he assumed the other was just scared by the man lying on the ground.
Jung Eun greeted them naturally, "Oh, you've finally arrived."
The burly man with tattoos on his face glanced at Zheng En curiously. When he saw the person lying at his feet, he understood. There weren't many outsiders who dared to come to the East District. They were either unlucky fools who had walked into the lion's den without knowing anything, or crazy people with special skills but ulterior motives.
The person in front of me is clearly the latter.
"Let me make this clear beforehand, I don't care how you got this car or how much money you spent to get it." The burly man strode towards the car.
"We have our rules. If you don't sell to me, you'll have to pay 20% of your lost wages."
Zheng En asked in confusion, "Twenty percent?" Even if he had no concept of US dollars, he knew that this percentage was quite large.
"That's the rule in Gotham, kid." The burly man paused in his hand as he opened the toolbox, then turned to Jason. "Didn't you explain that to him?"
Before seeing the fallen man, the burly man wouldn't have had any particular thoughts; he just wanted to avoid being beaten up and robbed. But the other man didn't seem so easy to handle.
Jason's face paled. "I...I forgot."
No matter how careful he was, he was still a child. When he saw the bullet holes in the car, he subconsciously felt that Zheng En was very experienced.
Overwhelmed with joy, he rushed to find someone to collect the car, forgetting to remind Zheng En about the lost wages.
This matter is both important and unimportant. If it were an ordinary person, the strong man could easily force Jason to pay his lost wages without much impact on him. However, if Jason neither receives the car nor gets his lost wages, then he'll be in trouble.
Being beaten wasn't a big deal for Jason, but without money, he couldn't buy medicine and food.
He quickly explained to Zheng En, "In Gotham, if you don't drive your car to the collection point, the collector will check the car's condition first, and then determine the lost work time fee based on the purchase price. Every collection point does this, and some even take 30% of the cost."
"I work with many acquisition points, and to be honest, Kold's price is already very fair."
Jason was sweating profusely, afraid that Zheng En wouldn't believe him. "I'm serious. Otherwise, you can give me less money, or none at all!"
Zheng En didn't think Jason was doing it on purpose; he just thought it was fun to tease the child, so he deliberately kept quiet.
Decades later, Red Hood is shooting villains one by one (although he later switched to rubber bullets), has a passionate fight with Batman, and might even crush Gotham with a tunnel boring machine. Now, he's still a little kid who gets angry and upset at the slightest provocation. It's really interesting.
But since the child's parents were watching, it wasn't appropriate to tease him too harshly.
"What's the rush? I'm just asking." Zheng En turned to the burly man. "You can check it." Then he casually instructed Jason, "Hey, boy, help me strip this guy of his clothes and part them on his back."
Call me Jason.
He muttered to himself as he quickly searched the man's body, from head to toe, leaving no hair untouched, but he only found a few banknotes, which were caught between the man's big toe.
Jason counted the money, took only one bill and stuffed it into his pocket, while holding the rest between his fingers, intending to hand it to Jung Eun.
Zheng En waved her hands repeatedly, "You should take them all, I'm afraid I'll get athlete's foot."
Jason had barely thought this—utterly like a stranger—when he heard the other man turn to ask Kold, "Do you hire people? How much can I make by selling this guy?"