CHAPTER 1144: CHAPTER 882: ONE NIGHT AT DROPPING DOG BAR

After the Heavenly Tribulation, all the rules changed. Maybe someone really is willing to spend 1 billion funds just to hire two envoys capable of reaching the Taixi Continent.

"Gua?" Xu Cheng stroked his chin, unsure if the other party was genuinely willing to pay 1 billion.

"Even if they only give us a few million after some cuts, it’s still great!" Bubble comforted himself.

"Gua ye." Xu Cheng asked the mysterious person to explain the follow-up.

The mysterious person was vague, leaving behind a contract and an instruction to pick up the goods at a designated location tomorrow and deliver them to Italia on the Taixi Continent within 30 days.

"Our Shuttle Machine is still detained, and we need to pay 80,000 to redeem it." Bubble was a bit worried, but Xu Cheng ignored him.

All the money they previously earned was spent on buying that G2000. Now it’s only half a wreck, shattered by the Starlight Monster before they could escape the restricted zone, otherwise, they would still have a substantial amount of cash on hand.

After taking the order, Xu Cheng took a sip from a milk cup with her small hand, her brow immediately furrowing.

The smell of synthetic milk powder and flavoring was quite pungent, the strange taste lingering in her little nose, this wasn’t real milk, not even diluted milk!

She slammed the cup heavily onto the counter, expressing her anger, anger!

The robot behind the counter displayed an angry expression on the screen, but it was helpless.

"Guabu." Xu Cheng turned around, ready to leave.

Bubble showed Xu Cheng a pleading expression. Xu Cheng knew Bubble wanted to stay here a little longer, so she straightened her body on the cold metal high stool, exercising restraint. Even though making fake milk was unforgivable to Xu Cheng.

"This place makes me feel very calm." Bubble said with his head down.

Xu Cheng’s mouth opened and closed, not understanding why Bubble liked it here.

This small bar called "Dropping Dog Bar" is located behind Xia People Street, on the edge of the Jialong Slope Enforcer’s jurisdiction, favored by illegitimate figures, with many shady transactions taking place here, mercenaries and envoys also come here for leisure.

On the wall behind the bar were some photos, Xu Cheng saw some holographic images all taken by Grandma Bai Jiayi, the bartender and partner, who loved to leave some images as she got older.

If you had technological eyes, you could see moving photos and even extract recordings, but Xu Cheng could only see the unchanging people and scenery, all were photos of bar patrons and Bai Jiayi, along with the holographic recording of her grandson who died in the Heavenly Tribulation, capable of moving for a short while.

As for the other photos, they were mostly of miserable-looking people, all sorts of characters, unlucky people gathered at the Dropping Dog Bar, embraced by the kindly Grandma Bai Jiayi, forced to smile at the camera.

Thinking that she and Bubble might also become talk on the wall made Xu Cheng uncomfortable, but luckily Grandma Bai Jiayi wasn’t there today.

Since she’s not here, Xu Cheng couldn’t criticize the poor-quality milk to her face. But even if she did, Bai Jiayi would retort: Where’s the fresh milk you shipped from the Northern Archipelago? Xu Cheng could only respond: It was all dumped into the sea to feed the Starlight Monster.

Xu Cheng patted her cheeks with both hands, too stupid, too stupid. And too poor.

If only they had 1 billion, they could establish their own safe zone and start a dairy farm to drink as much milk as they wanted.

"Puchi puchi." Xu Cheng talked to Bubble. Her communication skills had regressed because she felt there was no one or thing worth talking to,

if Bubble could understand what she was saying, great, if not, never mind.

"Oh! Want to recruit new people!" Bubble understood, though she didn’t know why she could understand, maybe it was because she had been following Xu Cheng for years, willingly being her sidekick.

"Gua gua." Xu Cheng gestured with a five-finger sign, they needed to gather at least five people to set off. The mysterious person required them to transport the goods to the Taixi Continent, it’s a long-haul flight, needing to cross at least three different abnormal zones with few supply points in between, something they couldn’t accomplish on their own.

Bubble nodded, but they didn’t know any mercenaries willing to take risks in Jialong Slope; only Grandma Bai Jiayi, who had been operating in the Dropping Dog Bar for a long time, had those connections.

Seeing Xu Cheng not used to cheap synthetic milk, she suggested turning her head: "Shall we sit over there?"

Xu Cheng followed Bubble’s pointed direction, seeing black leather sofas and red velvet curtains, decorated behind with framed photos of singers and movie stars from the previous era.

Once-famous movie stars and singers, like mortals, half of them died in the Heavenly Tribulation.

She didn’t want to be stared at by dead people’s photos, but that sofa’s position faced the performance area, where two poor artists were playing, blowing awkward classical jazz, something inferior to AI, that couldn’t make money, only Dropping Dog Bar would take in such fringe figures.

Xu Cheng wiped her hand on the glass bar counter, then turned to sit there to watch the performance. They had been to Jialong Slope several times, discovering something new each time.

Just then, the leader of the Cold Bay Seven Groups, Daniel Wu arrived, he was a reformed man, with two strong robust arms like two big trucks, his physique was tall and formidable, frighteningly solid.

The robots in the bar dared not neglect, seemingly instructed by Bai Jiayi to treat Daniel Wu as a distinguished guest.

He defied the rules, bringing his own alcohol, and sat right down on the red sofa Xu Cheng and Bubble had their eyes on.

As soon as Daniel Wu sat on the big sofa, it immediately emitted a creaky sound of strain, the cushioning almost bursting.