The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 796 - 544: French Plane Tree: Enough to Bury Your Wh

Liu Zheng’s eyes shifted and he dragged out his words.

"Of course it’s ! Niu Ma that big fool doesn’t know how to appreciate good wine at all, giving it Du Kang Wine Workshop’s wine is a complete waste!"

The French Plane Tree was indeed fooled.

"What about the branches and bark?"

"I want ten bottles of Du Kang Wine Workshop’s Golden Standard Wine."

The French Plane Tree made its demands.

"No way."

He refused without hesitation.

Du Kang Wine Workshop produces many types of wine, each with bronze, silver, and gold labels.

Liu Zheng had seen the procurent list; the total number of Golden Standard Wines was less than a hundred bottles. The French Plane Tree asked for one tenth, which wasn’t just asking exorbitantly, it was like asking as exorbitantly as a Sphinx.

"Five bottles."

The French Plane Tree knew it was impossible, so it took a step back.

"Two bottles of Gold, three bottles of Silver, five bottles of Bronze; take it or leave it."

"Well, penny-pinching human."

The French Plane Tree muttered while throwing out so branches and pieces of bark from the Black Soil.

"Is this enough? And why didn’t you directly give the coffin this ti?"

He asked.

"Stupid human, these branches and barks are enough to bury your entire family. Besides, why make a coffin? I’m just a tree, how could I be as professional as a funeral ho?"

The French Plane Tree deeply despised his intelligence.

"I’m the only one left in my family; the adopted cheap daddy has been buried too."

Liu Zheng replied indifferently.

He rolled up the branches and bark and tried to fit them into the Legendary Takeout Box, but found they didn’t fit and had to tuck them under his arm like a briefcase.

"I’m off."

He greeted as he headed down to the sewer.

"Red Ghost, I’d like to borrow your fortune for a bit."

Standing by the Underwater River, Liu Zheng briefly explained the situation.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no response.

"Well, been rejected."

He didn’t hold much hope anyway.

"Why didn’t you give a heads up before coming down?"

The Fisherman rode over on a fish.

"I’m not looking for you; I ca for the Red Ghost."

Liu Zheng said.

"Did you find it?"

"No, it won’t see ."

He shrugged.

"Hahaha, serves you right."

The Fisherman gloated.

"What are you laughing at? If it doesn’t help, I’ll have to ask you for help."

Liu Zheng told him about borrowing fortune.

"You got the wrong person."

The Fisherman shook his head.

"I figured as much; just looking at you, elder, you seem down on luck."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Nonsense! You’re the one who looks unfortunate."

The Fisherman cursed.

"Then why can’t you lend yours?"

"My luck is now connected to the sewer, and the sewer’s luck is connected to the tropolis."

"Not to ntion whether you can actually borrow it, even if you do, you can’t handle it."

The Fisherman said.

"Not necessarily."

He said with confidence.

Not to ntion the array of stamps from the big shots on him; he also had an unfathomable Hell’s Ga behind him.

"Fine, even if you can handle it, once you borrow the fortune, City Hall will co to demand you pay back with interest."

The Fisherman sneered.

Daring to borrow the tropolis’s fortune, thinking himself the Supre Councilman’s illegitimate child.

"Tsk. Doesn’t help, just forget it."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Who said I’m not helping?"

"Eh? What’s your clever plan, dear father-in-law?"

His attitude imdiately beca respectful, even changing to a more familiar address.

"Keep calling that and I’ll make you eat all the fly remnants from last ti."

The Fisherman said darkly.

"Dear father of the Sea Girl, do you have any good ideas?"

Liu Zheng complied smoothly.

"You always have to act shalessly; I wonder if you’ve cultivated an ability to grow stronger by being shaless."

The Fisherman squinted at him.

"Being shaless benefits ntal health. Just tell already."

"I know a person whose luck constantly shifts between extrely good and extrely bad. If you get him to write the eulogy during his good luck phase, you can borrow his good luck."

The Fisherman said.

"There are people like that? Will he be willing to help?"

"I don’t know; I’m not very close to him, just went fishing together a few tis. But back then, I thought his good luck and bad luck were one and the sa. As long as good luck disappears, bad luck will too. If you convince him of this, he might help."

"After all, it’s quite annoying, being fluctuated by good and bad luck."

Like catching two precious big fish only to imdiately be caught red-handed by the sanitation departnt; who can stand that?

"Then make a preliminary call for ."

"I don’t have his number, but I can prepare a visiting gift for you."

The Fisherman said, reaching into the Underwater River and mixing around, finally pulling out a bucket of pink worms.

Though called worms, they had smooth surfaces and thin flesh whiskers on either side of their heads, resembling mudfish by seventy to eighty percent or more.

"What’s this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What else could it be, my unique bait. This bait specializes in catching big fish; smaller fish might even be bitten to death by them. Every Fisherman likes that."

The Fisherman said proudly.

"Fishern all around, think Pond Master might know him?"

He suddenly thought.

"Maybe, he seems middle-aged. But in the tropolis, appearance often cannot be a reliable indicator of age."

The Fisherman said.

"I’ll ask later. What about Brother Sha?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"He’s out wandering, said he’s planning to explore the entire sewer and make a map for you."

"Brother Sha is thoughtful."

He sighed.

"He’s indeed a good guy. But being too close to him might not be desirable."

The Fisherman said.

"Why do you say so?"

"You look quite conservative now, but who knows how you’ll change later. As long as you don’t bully and the Sea Girl, I don’t care if you commit arson and murder daily."

"But Brother Sha is different; he’d be heartbroken and voluntarily take up the role of persuading you to nd your ways, and if you’re incurable, he’d do what’s morally right."

The Fisherman said.

"Exactly."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue.

"Scared now?"

"Fear no hamr; if it cos to doing what’s right, it’s not his turn."

If he changes, the Red Ghost will swat him dead first.

"Off I go."

He greeted, carrying bait out of the sewer.

"Chef Boss, please let Salmon answer the call."

Liu Zheng phoned Napoleon, speaking cautiously.

"My commission?"

"It’s being prepared. I contacted Salmon because it’s related to the commission."

He hastily explained.

"It better be."

The White Feather Chicken spoke harshly, then handed the phone to the San Huamao.

"Liu Zheng, what’s up, ow?"

San Huamao sounded happy.

But it’s understandable; it didn’t even have a phone, aning it hardly ever received calls.

"Sweet Salmon, wake your master up for ; I have sothing to ask."

Liu Zheng said dotingly.

"Okay, ow."

San Huamao didn’t seem disappointed, obediently closing its eyes.

"What’s up?"

Pond Master surfaced, impatiently asking.

"Do you know soone whose luck constantly changes between very good and very bad?"

He asked directly.

"Hmm... think I do."

Pond Master thought for a while before speaking.

In its current not-quite-human parasitic state, keeping hard drive space intact is good enough; don’t expect much from access speed.

"I want to borrow their fortune."

Liu Zheng explained the situation and the Fisherman’s speculation.

"That new guesser is probably right; I also think their good and bad luck are one."

Pond Master said after listening.

"That’s great then."

With both Fisherman and Pond Master saying so, it should be largely accurate.

"What’s great about it? Why do you think they’ll agree to help?"

Pond Master bluntly poured cold water on him.