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  Lao Da Geng Qiang stood up and just said:

  "Zhao Ge, this matter......"

  Not yet finished speaking, he was roughly pushed back onto the bed by someone, and Fang Lin slowly stood up and said:

  "It's me."

  Two men immediately carried him out of the door and dragged him directly downstairs. Fang Lin raised an eyebrow, he wanted to knock down these two men with ease, but couldn't ignore the consequences that would follow afterwards. He arrived downstairs, only to see two girls surrounding a girl who was crying with red eyes, comforting her, when suddenly a severe pain hit his abdomen, someone had punched him!

  That Zhao brother is called Zhao Ming, the old man is the big brother of the black way in this city, he has his father must have his son, his surname can be imagined. Looking at his subordinates holding down the little boy in front of him, this guy pulled up Fang Lin's hair and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on his face, coldly saying:

  "Which hand touched it?"

  But Fang Lin suddenly broke free from the two men holding him and directly knocked Zhao Ming to the ground!

  Two men fell to the ground, and the people around them were shocked. They rushed to beat Fang Lin, hoping he would let go, but this kid didn't make a sound, no matter how hard others hit him, he just returned it to Zhao Ming with equal force! Meanwhile, Zhao Ming looked much stronger and more powerful than him amidst the painful cries, yet he suddenly realized that the kid's two hands were like a pair of iron hoops, restricting his movements.

  At this time, someone beside him saw that something was wrong and picked up a brick to hit Fang Lin's head from behind. This move could be light or heavy, but Fang Lin seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, let out a cold hum, and swiftly pulled out a steel pen from his shirt pocket! He fiercely stabbed it towards Zhao Ming's eyes!

  This finally made the young master collapse, shouting "Stop!" with a crying tone! At this time, the pen tip was less than 2 centimeters away from his pupil! And the brick in the hand of the person behind him hesitated and didn't dare to come down.

  Fang Lin wiped the fresh blood from his face, and a mouthful of bloody phlegm was spat onto Zhao Ming's face. He pulled him up, patted his face, adjusted his collar for him, and leaned in close to whisper:

  "Brother, don't force me."

  What did Zhao Ming say? Fang Lin walked over and stood in front of Hu Jia, looking very serious:

  "The swimming pool thing was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to."

  He placed his left hand flat on the flower stand, picked up a brick with his right hand, and suddenly slammed it down fiercely! The three women let out a scream, but Fang Lin calmly put his bleeding left hand in front of Hu Jia's pale face and said:

  "We're even."

  He finished speaking and strode away! For a moment, the people around were silent as cicadas, and although Zhao Ming's companions looked displeased, no one dared to stop him!

  Less than a day had passed since the incident, and Fang Lin's injuries had already healed on the surface due to his exceptionally strong physique. Although he was still wrapped in gauze, his limbs' basic functions had largely recovered. After what happened, he noticed that people in the dormitory were being much more polite to him, but also somewhat estranged. Nevertheless, he continued to live his life as usual, following his routine.

  This afternoon, after Fang Lin finished his exercise, he went to the cafeteria to get food. Recently, due to the increase in exercise volume, his appetite has also increased significantly, and he has been paying attention to the nutritional balance of his meals. As a member of the Dreamcatcher Space, he is no longer afraid of the national machine's wanted order for himself.

  He has now privately tested, if he runs at full speed, it only takes 13 seconds to run 100 meters, and he can maintain this speed for 5 kilometers. His strength has reached nearly twice that of Cheng Ren, and his resistance to impact and recovery ability have also increased by nearly tenfold. He can hear people talking in a low voice 10 meters away, and his thinking is even more acute.

  A person's strength is usually proportional to their courage. Fang Lin was confident at this time, even if he was surrounded by a group of special police officers, relying on his calmness and wisdom, as long as there were no accidental shootings, the probability of successfully escaping would be over 90%. So although he still maintained a low profile, he was not as cautious as before.

  The cafeteria was crowded, and after Fang Lin finished ordering his food, all the good seats around him were taken. The only available seat was at a table by the window, which was being blasted by the scorching sun, making both the table and chair extremely hot. As a result, no one wanted to sit there. However, Fang Lin didn't mind these things. He had just finished running five kilometers and doing 400 push-ups in an empty area, so he needed a place to rest. The sunlight wasn't even that intense for him, and it didn't bother him at all.

  It was just that this outwardly slender-looking young man was holding a plate full of rice, sitting alone at a table, eating with his head down, and naturally, this scene attracted some sideways glances. Fang Lin took a few big mouthfuls of rice, picked up the soup beside him and took a sip, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly in a way that no one knew. Among the girls sitting opposite him eating, was none other than Hu Jia, the person he least wanted to deal with.

  Until now, Fang Lin could see the girl's appearance clearly. Her black hair was neither long nor short, and her expression was shy and gentle. At this time, she wore a purple dress that made her skin look whiter than ever. If it was said that the day before in the swimming pool was like looking at flowers in the fog, the taste was vague and gentle, then now every frown and smile could be seen clearly, and there was a kind of pure charm.

  She roughly sensed Fang Lin's unscrupulous gaze, and Hu Jia's face suddenly turned red. She immediately buried her head and focused on her rice bowl. As for Fang Lin, he just glanced at her lightly and soon suppressed the restless feeling in his heart, also eating with big mouthfuls.

  The two should have had no further intersection, but Hu Jia received a call just as she was about to leave. She immediately stood up with some urgency after seeing the number, and walked over to the window to get a better signal, which happened to be very close to Fang Lin.

  Her voice was very low, normally others couldn't hear it, but Fang Lin's hearing was exceptionally sharp at the moment, and he could vaguely make out some of the content. It was just a story that her strict father and the Ren girl had to tell each other. The father and daughter quarreled later, and in the end they parted ways without saying goodbye. Hu Jia's eyes were filled with tears, and she slammed down the phone, wanting to pick up the book next to her and leave.

  But she was so angry that she couldn't help being careless, and as she passed by Fang Lin's side, her foot slipped and she suddenly let out a sharp cry. The lunchbox, books, phone, and other things in her hands fell to the ground with a clatter. It didn't matter about the other things, but the phone and ink bottle couldn't be dropped. Suddenly, a hand reached out from beside her and steadily caught these two things in mid-air.

  Hujia let out a long sigh, but found that the one helping her was actually the boy who had been rude to her before. Her face immediately turned red as she hastily took the things and whispered a thank you. She didn't know why, but since witnessing him smashing his hand with a brick in front of her, she no longer hated him. That kind of coldness and arrogance had deeply taken root in her mind, just like facing a wolf, although fearful, yet secretly yearning for that kind of lonely strength.

  Hu Jia didn't dare look at him either, and softly said "thank you" as she hastily gathered up the books and lunchbox on the ground. Fang Lin, however, calmly said by her side:

  "It's not a good idea to be too headstrong, sometimes it's better to take a detour to achieve one's goal. Father is probably the kind of person who says what he means and doesn't mince words, so if you confront him directly, something that had a glimmer of hope of being resolved will only end in failure."

  "...Eavesdropping!" Hu Jia said hastily. She suddenly remembered that her voice was indeed a bit louder when she made the phone call earlier, and glared at Fang Lin. "Why are you being so roundabout!"

  Fang Lin smiled slightly and picked up the bowl of free vegetable soup, taking a sip before saying:

  "It's not a big deal, just going camping over the weekend. The main reason Dad doesn't want me to go is that he's worried about safety. If I can dispel his concerns and sincerely apologize, it's not necessarily impossible to go."

  Hujia listened and thought what he said was very reasonable. Although she didn't say anything, her heart had already been moved a little. She couldn't help but follow his words and say:

  "How can I accompany you? My dad is busy and just had a fight, he won't care about me now."

  Fang Lin smiled and said:

  "You can give gifts. Belts, lighters, ties, anything is fine."

  Hujia's eyes lit up and he counted on his fingers:

  "Lighters are no good, he needs to quit smoking. Ties, my dad doesn't often wear suits, not much use, but the belt is pretty good."

  Her fingers were also white with a hint of red, and her fingernails had a light pink sheen to them, making them look even more beautiful. Fang Lin added:

  "You have to choose carefully and when giving the gift, you must let dad know that you've put in a lot of thought. Once he's happy, there's room for negotiation."

  Hu Jia frowned and said:

  "What's so troublesome about buying a belt?"

  Fang Lin smiled slightly and said:

  "A belt can protect a man's waist, help him suck in his stomach and look good. A good-looking belt can add to a man's masculinity. My father is a special police captain, who knows when he might encounter an emergency situation, at critical moments, the belt can also be used as a weapon."

  Hu Jia was stunned, she suddenly looked at Fang Lin, her bright and beautiful big eyes sparkled, and her face turned red as she said:

  "It's all well and good to talk about it, but why don't you come with me to pick some instead?"

  Fang Lin did not expect this move from her, and after a moment of stunned silence, she could only force out a bitter smile.

  "I'm afraid it won't work out, I've heard that going shopping with girls takes up a lot of time, and I have to go to work this afternoon."

  Hu Jia didn't expect that she would be rejected after taking the initiative to invite a boy, and immediately became displeased:

  "What kind of work is this?"

  Fang Lin shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly:

  "I'm not cheating, don't believe me ask my dorm mates."

  Hu Jia bit her lower lip, and a feeling of discontent swirled in her heart. She stamped her foot and said:

  "I don't care, who asked me to come up with this idea?"

  Her foot tapped, her full chest slightly trembled, immediately making Fang Lin's throat feel dry and uncomfortable. For a moment, he could only look away, but Hu Jia also noticed the boy's abnormal behavior, knowing that he was intimidated by her beauty. Unbeknownst to her, a surge of indescribable pleasure rose in her heart, and she softly laughed:

  "It's settled then, accompany me to pick out a belt and then go busy yourself."

  As she spoke, a flush rose to her face and her voice dropped:

  "Consider it as compensation for last time."

  Fang Lin couldn't help but sigh, and quickly finished his meal. He took the plate to wash it, and Hu Jia happened to be going in the same direction. Girls' hearts are always more meticulous, so she brought dish soap and also washed Fang Lin's plate. The two of them put their things away in the school's designated area for bowls and chopsticks, then walked shoulder-to-shoulder towards a nearby shopping mall.

  On the way, Hu Jia saw Fang Lin specially making a phone call to ask for leave. It was only then that he realized that his previous excuse was not a pretext, and he couldn't help but wonder:

  "Are you really working outside? It just so happens that I also want to go and experience it. What kind of work is it, and are they still hiring?"

  Fang Lin gazed at Hu Jia's snow-white skin and tender fingers, which resembled spring onions, and couldn't help but smile wryly:

  "My place is actually quite short-handed, but I think they're also not very interested in this job."

  Hu Jia said reluctantly:

  "Are you trying to say I can't take hardship?"

  Fang Lin smiled and said:

  "My job is actually very simple, every day I just need to sort out 500 catties of pork ribs. Can I do it?"

  Hu Jia was stunned and looked at Fang Lin very seriously:

  "You can't be serious?"

  Fang Lin said lightly:

  "I rarely deceive people."

  Hu Jia rolled his eyes and said:

  "When I'm done asking."

  The two of them couldn't find anything to talk about for a while, and Hu Jia noticed that Fang Lin kept staring at her. She naturally felt a little shy and annoyed, but also had an indescribable joy. She didn't dare scold him, so she turned red and looked away, not daring to look at him.

  The two of them went to the mall together and picked out a belt, but the girl didn't just buy one thing and call it quits. She bought a bunch of other stuff too, and even helped Fang Lin pick out a dress shirt. Then she quickly paid for everything and said it was her way of thanking him for accompanying her. This was the first time in his life that Fang Lin had ever received a gift from a girl his own age, and he felt embarrassed and wanted to decline, but at the same time he had an unusual feeling inside.

  When they came out, Hu Jia said he was thirsty. Fang Lin happened to see the KFC next door having a promotion, with a long line of people waiting. He had an idea and rushed over, waited for a long time, and finally bought back an ice cream cone.

  Hu Jia smiled lightly, her eyes fixed on Fang Lin as she took the ice cream and said thank you softly. She took a bite, only to find that the flavor was unique, and looked at the packaging paper in surprise:

  "Wow, it's Haagen-Dazs."

  Haagen-Dazs ice cream is known as the Rolls-Royce of ice creams, with vanilla from Madagascar, coffee from Brazil, strawberries from Poland, chocolate from Belgium, nuts from Hawaii, green tea from Japan, and mangoes from India... all mixed together with romantic sunshine from France. Its grade can be seen at a glance. If it weren't for Fang Lin's great strength, he wouldn't have been able to squeeze in, and I believe he would have lost his place long ago.

  When Hu Jia ate, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked even more charming. Fang Lin didn't dare look at her much either, silently accompanying her for a while before hastily saying:

  I have to go to work now.

  After finishing speaking, he hurriedly walked away. Hu Jia didn't stay either, but bit into the ice cream, with a slight smile on his lips, that seemed to be smiling yet not quite, like a cunning little vixen.

  ………………..

  Fang Lin walked on the road with his head down, he could be said to have no money at all. In fact, over the past few days, in order to keep up with the high-intensity exercise, his food expenses had been extravagant. As a result, his finances had already shown a deficit, and the H?agen-Dazs ice cream he bought for Hu Jia earlier became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

  However, in Fang Lin's mind, there is no such word as economic crisis. He has always thought that he was a rich man, and the money was just temporarily stored in someone else's pocket, and when needed, it could be taken out directly.

  So when he stepped into Qixiang Flavor Hot Pot Hall, now renamed Huoguo City, he went straight to find He Lao Ban.

  "A raise?" Mr. He's nonchalant voice came from behind the newspaper. "Alright, alright, I'll tell Xiao He to give you a 25% salary increase."

  It seems that Fang Lin's treatment is indeed low and outrageous, even Hei Gongji can't bear to look at it. He agreed with unprecedented speed and his answer was also extremely artistic. Twenty-five percent of the salary! However, Fang Lin only earns 200 yuan a month, twenty-five percent of the salary is... 50 yuan. At this point, I have to admire Hei Gongji's language art.

  Fang Lin still stood there, calmly saying:

  "The salary I'm asking for is 1,500."

  He Old Man Chicken seemed to have been poked in the butt with a needle, bouncing up from the leather sofa, taking off his gold-rimmed glasses and staring at this little kid in surprise. He still thought that this little kid was worth saving, planning to do some ideological work on this big-mouthed lion cub, but Fang Lin's next two words made Mr. He completely lose interest in talking. With a direct wave of his hand, he dismissed the little kid like garbage.

  "added by Fang Lin: "

  Weekly salary.

  ……………

  Fang Lin and his colleagues had a good relationship, so when he left, although there was nothing to help with packing, many people came to see him off. However, those who knew the inside story couldn't help but laugh at him for being overconfident - a young man doing manual labor dared to ask for a weekly salary of 1,500 yuan, which would be 6,000 yuan per month? Mr. He was wealthy, but with his stingy nature, even an egg had to be made into five portions of egg fried rice. Would he allow such a loss? Even Lin Xiaojie, who worked as a hostess, only earned around 3,000 yuan per month at most.

  As they walked to the door, it was natural to say a few auspicious words. Fang Lin suddenly raised his head and smiled:

  "There's no need for us to say goodbye. We'll still see each other every day from now on."

  Everyone was unaware that the young man had already changed his appearance, both in spirit and temperament. This street is a concentrated area for food and entertainment in the city, with dozens of hot pot restaurants and bars within a kilometer radius. As a result, the original name of the street has been forgotten, and everyone refers to it as "Delicious Street". Fang Lin, who had nothing on him, walked directly into the "Old Eater" hot pot restaurant across the street.

  It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, just after the peak hour. The boss lady was standing with her hands on her hips, ordering the waiters to sweep and wipe the stools. As soon as she saw Fang Lin come in alone, she frowned and said:

  "Come over for hot pot tonight."

  She had been selling at a loss for three months due to the weird smell, and was about to close down. It's no wonder she didn't have a good attitude towards customers who didn't follow the rules. Fang Lin said:

  "I came to give you money."

  If it were the boss's wife in her prime, she would have chased this crazy kid out with a broom. But now that she was down on her luck and at the end of her rope, hearing the words "make money" made her unwilling to drive people away easily, even if it was just for show. She looked him up and down, puzzled:

  "How much money will you give me?"

  Fang Lin said faintly:

  "Is your business going to be squeezed out by Qixiangwei?"

  This remark hit the boss's weak spot. The "He Yao Chicken" across the street, which had been open for more than half a year, had squeezed her from making a big profit to a small loss, and was about to transition to a big loss. She glared with both eyes, ready to scold someone, but heard Fang Lin's slow and logical analysis:

  "Our store has a better location and aroma, the decoration is also more upscale than his, and our service attitude is also better than his. Why can't we beat him? The reason is obvious. Of course, it's because the taste is not good."

  "...plop..." The last word was swallowed back by the boss's wife. She thought carefully and felt that this young man had indeed spoken accurately. Therefore, no one noticed the four words "our store" in Fang Lin's mouth. "What does this have to do with sending money?"

  Fang Lin smiled and said:

  "I've been working at Qixiangwei for half a year, and I've basically mastered this skill to 90%."

  The landlady exclaimed in surprise:

  "Really capable of this?"

  Fang Lin smiled slightly, with a confident air, stepped into the kitchen, pulled out two pieces of pork ribs, chopped them quickly with a knife, then mixed the ingredients with swift and agile movements, giving people a busy but not chaotic feeling, which was quite a delightful and refreshing sensation. In less than half an hour, he had cooked a pot of fragrant spicy pork ribs, and before even taking a bite, the aroma wafted all the way to the street outside!

  The boss's wife took a sip and gave a hearty slap on the thigh! She said in a very Sun Erniang style:

  "You'll definitely get it! From now on, come and take charge of the kitchen. The monthly salary during the trial period is 2,000 yuan, and we'll discuss further after you're officially hired."

  That afternoon, "Old Eater" put up a discount sign of 88% off and even set up hot pot tables on the sidewalk. Today, Fang Lin fired the boss squid, and the supply of pork ribs was immediately cut off. Some people who came to eat hot pot couldn't wait and were attracted by the aroma from across the street, so they came over. After eating, they felt that the flavors of both places were similar, but "Old Eater" was cheaper and more cost-effective. So, the boss's wife started doing business at 7 o'clock and made a profit in four hours, turning losses into gains. They were so happy that they gave away two bottles of beer to each table of customers. The owner of the chicken restaurant across the street, He Gongji, was furious when he saw his money being taken by someone else, jumping up and down and scolding his mother. However, after repeated reflection, he couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

  It's not that Boss He's secrecy measures were inadequate, but rather that Fang Lin was too terrifying. Although Boss He would always lock himself in the kitchen when preparing the hot pot ingredients, and outsiders couldn't sneak a peek, Fang Lin's memory was incredibly strong. He took advantage of his cleaning duties to secretly memorize the weights of all the seasonings in the kitchen, and after Boss He finished preparing the ingredients, he would go back in and re-estimate the weights of each seasoning. By subtracting the two sets of numbers, he naturally figured out the proportions of the secret recipe. Having worked there for half a year, the recipe was already deeply ingrained in his mind, so when it came time to use it, it flowed effortlessly from his hands.

  The boss's wife calculated the total account, and although there were discounts and free drinks, they still made over 2,000. She was overjoyed and immediately rewarded the employees in a petty manner, almost setting up the hot pot table in the middle of the street to show off to the people across the way and vent the resentment that had been pent up for more than half a year! Fang Lin naturally took the lead seat, turned his head to look at his former colleagues across the way, smiled and waved, and everyone was extremely surprised: indeed, there's no need to say goodbye, they'll see each other every day.

  On the third day, Fang Lin's probation was terminated by the boss, and he was directly converted to a regular employee. This was because not only did he take care of seasoning, but also took on the task of chopping pork ribs across from him, which was equivalent to the workload of a head chef plus two miscellaneous workers. The boss was also shrewd and felt that although this young man's salary of 6,000 yuan was a bit high, he was worth it as one person could do the work of three. Moreover, the pork ribs he chopped paired well with the hot pot, and the flavor was indeed enhanced, so she agreed to the deal.

  The days passed quickly, and Fang Lin was sweating profusely as he chopped the pork ribs. Suddenly, that mysterious and profound feeling flashed in his mind again. He swung out dozens of knives in a row, and the large piece of pork ribs in front of him immediately shattered into uniform small pieces with a "pa la pa la" sound. This momentary feeling for Fang Lin could only be described as a thrill, just like the climax of a man and woman's union, brief but leaving a deep impression.

  At this time, the nightmare mark that had been dormant in his chest suddenly became hot, Fang Lin's instinctive heart skipped a beat, and with a smile still on his face, he nodded to the person next to him and walked into a quiet place nearby, closed his eyes and searched, and immediately two pieces of information floated into his mind:

  "Please enter the nightmare space within twenty-four hours."

  "Combat skill: Real Cut has been upgraded from Lv1 to Lv2."

  Although this information does not explain what the consequences of not entering the space within 24 hours are, it can be inferred by guessing. The second message, however, made Fang Lin somewhat surprised, but he immediately understood that the real cutting technique was a combination of his own special abilities and the skills of the Dreamspace, and when he chopped the bones with a flash of light, it was equivalent to successfully casting this skill once, so the increase in proficiency triggered a qualitative change.

  At this time he took out his surname introduction:

  "Real Cutting Technique Live2 Effect: Consumes 1 spirit point. Can process and split obtained spoils of war, with a 4% chance to produce high-grade unknown treasures, 65% chance to increase the value of spoils of war, and an 8% chance for the spoils of war to mutate. There is an 18% chance that the processed item will completely disappear. This variable skill can only be advanced through accumulated proficiency and cannot be upgraded using potential points. Note: When processing equipment, the disappearance rate doubles. Cutting range is limited to white, blue equipment, food, and some precious items."

  The chance of increasing the value of spoils of war has been increased by 5%, and the probability of other possibilities has also been slightly increased, making it less likely for items to disappear.

  To be on the safe side, he gave a shout to the people in the shop and then went up to the third floor, after which he walked down to the lower floors, meanwhile concentrating his mind on the nightmare seal.

  The stairs became longer, and soon they reached the place that should have been at the bottom of the building, but a deep staircase appeared leading to an unknown mysterious world. Fang Lin walked down silently, with no fear or timidity in his heart, but instead a long-awaited excitement!

  After climbing the thirteen levels of stairs, in front of him was still a vast expanse of dark fog, the shape of the nightmare mark on his chest was a tattooed double-horned ghost head, two eyes shot out red light, illuminating a path, Fang Lin followed and soon saw again the elevator that had taken them out of the nightmare space.

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