PFC Chapter 312 As long as the money is right, even a myth can be destroyed!
Chapter 312 As long as the money is right, even a myth can be destroyed!
Chen You stopped in his tracks.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Buck, who was leading the way by waving glow sticks and twisting his thick waist.
"etc."
Buck immediately froze in place.
He turned around, his face contorted with fat, and forced a fawning smile.
"Sir, what are your orders? Do you think I walked too fast, or is the atmosphere here not quite befitting of your status?"
"I just gave you gold coins, and you told me the rules," Chen You said, neither pleased nor angry.
"You even accused me of insulting your three consecutive years of being named an outstanding employee. Why are you complaining now?"
Buck remained unfazed, even straightening his back.
"Sir, you don't understand," Buck explained earnestly.
"You were an outsider and had no authority. If I had accepted your money, that would have been bribery, and that would have violated the ironclad laws of our ancestors."
"I, Buck, am a man of principle; I would never do such a thing."
Chen You raised an eyebrow: "And now?"
"Now you are the special envoy holding the sacred relic!" Buck clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.
"The money you're giving me now isn't really money; it's special operation funding allocated by higher authorities!"
"These are legitimate funds used to improve the lives of mine workers and increase work efficiency. Can they be considered the same?"
Chen You was amused.
The NPC intelligence logic of this Source Realm system is simply amazing.
This ability to change course with the wind would make someone a seasoned veteran in the real world.
It was only after confirming their official status that they dared to accept money with confidence.
"Okay." Chen You nodded. "Tell me, what special services are available?"
Buck's eyes lit up, and he immediately put away the glow stick.
He reached into the deep pocket of his work pants and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a crumpled piece of mimeograph paper, which he handed to Chen You with both hands.
Chen You took it and saw that it was covered with various price lists.
"Look, sir," Buck said, leaning forward and pointing to the first line.
"Deep inside this mine are mutated machines infected by that eerie rhythm; the electronic sounds they emit constitute high-intensity mental pollution."
"If you walk in without protective gear, you could be slowed down and blinded."
Buck rubbed his rough hands together: "500 gold coins, and I'll provide you with a set of 'exclusive noise-canceling headphones'."
"Wear it to immunize yourself against all mental pollution and negative states. It also has built-in soothing light music to protect your hearing health."
Chen You glanced at the depths of the passage, remaining noncommittal.
"Continue," Chen You gestured.
"1000 gold coins, a special music-themed trap." Buck pointed to the second line, his tone becoming excited.
"Sir, your time is precious. This mine is a maze of interconnected tunnels. It would be a waste of your energy to search for monsters one by one."
"I have a high-powered mining area broadcasting device here, with rare heavy metal rock music built-in."
"Just find a spacious place to put it down, press the switch, and it can pull all the mutated monsters within a five-mile radius over."
"You just need to stand still and output the output, and the efficiency will be a hundred times greater."
Chen You's eyes lit up.
This stuff is good.
"What about this one?" Chen You pointed to the bottom of the price list, where a line of text was circled in red.
Buck looked around, lowered his voice, and leaned close to Chen You's ear.
"2000 gold coins, final BOSS suicide package."
Chen You was stunned.
He turned to look at Buck, his eyes full of doubt.
"Suicide?" Chen You asked. "You, a mere peripheral supervisor, could make the final boss commit suicide?"
Buck thumped his broad chest, making a dull thud.
"Don't worry, sir. The source of the mutation in the power room is actually just a large, out-of-control mechanical aggregate."
"I have control over its energy. As long as the money is there, I can just cut off the power and pour high-concentration acid into its cooling system."
"It won't even get to see you; it'll be scrapped on the spot."
Buck grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "In short, as long as the money's right, even a myth can be destroyed!"
Chen You took a deep breath.
This game can be played like this?
Pay NPCs to directly manipulate data and kill monsters in the background?
However, Chen You was more concerned about the monster-gathering function at this moment.
There are at least a hundred monsters in a dungeon, and they all have crowd control skills!
What kind of headphones do you need? This is a perfect opportunity to practice your skills!
The proficiency of the third move of the "Breaking the Sky Sword Technique" [Control] has been progressing slowly because it lacks this condition.
Chen You shifted his gaze from the crumpled mimeograph paper and tapped the second line twice heavily with his finger.
"One thousand gold coins, a special music-based trap."
His tone was urgent. "I want this."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pile of glittering gold coins appeared out of thin air, forming a small mountain in the dark mine tunnel.
The gold coins clinked together, making a crisp sound.
Buck's breathing instantly became heavy.
He crouched down, his hands frantically rummaging through the pile of gold coins, his face trembling violently with excitement.
After finishing the inventory, Buck stood up, vigorously wiped his hands on his work pants, and smiled obsequiously to the extreme.
"You're so generous, sir! The full amount of one thousand gold coins has been credited to your account." Buck rubbed his hands together.
"Do you want those noise-canceling headphones for 500 gold coins now, or wait until we get there?"
"I'll pick out a pink one for you; it suits your style."
"I don't want headphones," Chen You refused decisively.
Buck's smile froze instantly.
He blinked, thinking he had misheard.
"Sir, what did you just say?" Buck leaned forward.
"I said, no headphones. Just the trap to lure all the monsters over," Chen You repeated.
Buck suddenly took two steps back, wildly waving his hands in front of him, his head shaking so fast it left afterimages.
"No! Absolutely not!" Buck said in a low, urgent voice.
"Sir, you haven't been deep inside. The electronic sounds emanating from those mutated machines are genuine, high-intensity mental pollution!"
"Walking in without protective gear could cause anything from blindness and slowing down to going insane and even attacking your own people!"
Buck pointed to the shimmering blue light deep within the passage and swallowed hard.
"You are the special envoy carrying the sacred relic. If you die inside, and the city lord investigates, my title of outstanding employee for three consecutive years will be completely lost."
"Funding is funding, but lives are lives!"
Chen You remained unmoved.
Looking at Buck's anxious expression, he found the NPC's intelligent logic quite interesting.
"You just need to set up the equipment; you don't need to worry about anything else."
"Sir!" Buck stamped his feet in frustration.
"How about this, I'll give you a 20% discount on the headphones? Four hundred gold coins! Three hundred is fine too! You have to consider safety, right?"
"I said I don't want headphones." Chen You frowned slightly.
Buck stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with fear of the unknown and utter bewilderment.
He looked at Chen You, and after confirming that the other party was not joking, he sighed heavily.
"Fine. You can't reason with a damned devil." Buck turned around and dragged a rusty iron box, about half a person's height, out of his large storage bag.
The surface of the iron box is covered with rivets, with two thick antennas standing upright on the top and a huge red button on the side.
Buck, carrying the metal box, led the way.
The two walked through a narrow passage and arrived at an extremely spacious underground ore sorting plaza.
Towering conveyor belt ruins stand around the square, and the ground is covered with shattered metal plates.
Several dim illuminating stones were embedded in the rock face at the top, casting a pale light.
"This is it." Buck placed the metal box heavily in the center of the square.
He skillfully connected several exposed wires, placed his finger on the red button, and turned to look at Chen You.
"Sir, this is the last time to confirm. Pressing this button will lure all the monsters in the mine here. You can still back out now."
Chen You walked to the center of the square, his face showing not fear, but rather a hint of anticipation.
"according to."
Buck gritted his teeth and slammed down the red button.
He then ran towards the abandoned mining cart at the edge of the square without looking back.