Chapter Nineteen: I Guarantee Your Manuscript Will Be Approved

“Hmm?”

The young girl first wore a look of disdain, then seemed to have a sudden realization.

“Girlfriend’s betrayal, silently sending a breakup text—extremely toxic.”

Liu Zheng continued.

“Why? Would you still stick with such a scumbag woman?”

The girl asked, puzzled.

“Breaking up is necessary, but it’s like someone else’s ride now—you’ve got to stand up and kick hard.”

He sneered coldly.

“That’s disgusting.”

The girl shot him an even more contemptuous look, then quickly took notes.

“The protagonist plans to get rich by writing web novels—super toxic.”

“How is that toxic?”

The girl was even more puzzled.

“Where’s the conflict and tension in writing web novels? What about character relationships? How will your plot develop later?”

Liu Zheng fired off three questions in quick succession.

“Hmm, that’s true. Then what should the protagonist rely on to get rich?”

The girl asked for guidance.

“Selling adult toys.”

He thought for a moment, then said.

“Ah?”

The girl was stunned.

“Just write it like that—I guarantee it’ll get accepted.”

Even legendary deliverymen could only offer basic services; this market must be a blue ocean.

“Alright, fine.”

The girl was intimidated by his aura and reluctantly agreed.

“Can you receive deliveries now?”

Liu Zheng pointed at the delivery bag on her foot.

“Hmph. I’m going to submit it soon. If it gets accepted, I’ll have a gift for you. If not, just wait to die.”

The girl grabbed the delivery bag and turned toward the bedroom.

He stood at the doorway, waiting until the deadline passed.

“Done.”

Humming a tune, Liu Zheng headed toward the elevator.

Back at the community entrance, the security guard sat obediently in his booth.

“Really took my advice.”

He patted the booth’s glass with a smile.

The guard stared straight ahead, ignoring him.

“I just fought with the lunatic from apartment 606—he’s badly hurt. Want to try reclaiming the territory?”

Liu Zheng tempted him.

The guard turned his head but said nothing; his eyes clearly said, *Are you trying to fool an idiot?*

“Never mind if you’re not trying.”

Shrugging, Liu Zheng walked toward the Bloody Restaurant.

The guard watched his retreating figure; his salt-and-pepper hair rose and fell, then finally slumped.

“Phew.”

Turning the street corner, Liu Zheng exhaled deeply.

The weakness from losing his attribute boost was uncomfortable, but at least he was still alive.

The effects of the legendary deliveryman’s vest only worked during deliveries; he had suspected the boost would vanish on the return trip, and now that seemed confirmed.

His earlier threats to the guard and the recent provocation were all part of Liu Zheng’s plan—not just impulsive anger.

“Better take a different route.”

He checked the map and chose a different path from before.

Whatever that phosphorescent light was, it seemed the locals here held grudges.

After spending extra time detouring, Liu Zheng returned to the Bloody Restaurant.

There were no cows or horses in the break room—only one spotless employee meal.

“More food to eat.”

He opened his locker and indeed found an employee meal and a bottle of drink inside.

“Name: Bloody Restaurant Employee Meal”
“Type: Item”
“Quality: Ordinary”
“Effect: Restores stamina.”
“Note: Family meals should be neat and tidy.”
“Can it be taken out of the dungeon? No.”

Inside the box was an oyakodon—a bowl of chicken and egg—with a skewer of grilled quail eggs as well.

“Huh, it hasn’t been touched.”

Liu Zheng was surprised.

He didn’t think the cows and horses looked at him any differently.

Could it be that even they weren’t allowed to open someone else’s locker?

Liu Zheng immediately thought of a possibility.

The more he considered it, the more likely it seemed.

He stared at the yellow vest on his body for a moment, then took it off and placed it inside the locker.

“Time to eat.”

Liu Zheng lifted the employee meal, sat on a folding stool, and began his dinner.

The drink was just ordinary tea; he guessed the French plane tree wouldn’t be interested, so he drank it himself.

After eating and drinking his fill, he leaned against the wall for a short rest. The cows and horses returned from outside.

“Hurry, hurry! What did you trade with that tree?”

It asked eagerly as soon as it entered.

“The legendary deliveryman’s vest.”

“Holy crap! Where’s the vest? Let me see it!”

The cow-horse’s eyes widened.

“I put it in the locker.”

Liu Zheng replied.

“You’re crazy! Why put clothes in a locker instead of wearing them?”

The cow-horse was puzzled.

He said nothing, only returned a polite smile.

“Oh, I get it—you figured I can’t open your locker now, right?”

The cow-horse wasn’t stupid; it quickly caught on.

“Smart boss.”

Liu Zheng flattered him lightly.

“Hmph, always playing tricks. Even if I beat you to death, I can still open your locker.”

The cow-horse said disdainfully.

“A boss that loyal? Impossible.”

He smiled.

“Loyal? When did you get the illusion that we’re close?”

The cow-horse mocked him while raising a hoof.

“I told Dellego that if I don’t find it tomorrow, it’ll spread the news that you have a double vacation ticket to Paradise Island.”

Liu Zheng said calmly.

“You’re bluffing.”

The cow-horse said confidently.

“Who would dare bluff a boss like you?”

He sounded aggrieved.

“So what if it’s true? Even if I slap the vacation ticket on my forehead, who’d dare take it?”

The cow-horse said proudly.

“Of course. But boss, you don’t want the rest of your horn broken, do you?”

Liu Zheng glanced at the top of its head; all the other injuries had healed except one horn, which remained half-broken.

“Don’t mention my horn!”

The cow-horse suddenly exploded with anger.

“Alright, alright.”

He made a zipping gesture.

“Forget it, keep it for yourself then. It only holds sentimental value for me anyway.”

The cow-horse snorted.

“Actually, it’s not that I can’t give it to you.”

Liu Zheng added.

“You’d be that generous?”

The cow-horse gave him a sidelong glance.

Since starting here, this guy had always tried to trade things. More than a deliveryman, he was more like a middleman.

“You’ve been so good to me, it’s only right to offer tribute. Of course, a little subsidy wouldn’t hurt either.”

The item description said the legendary deliveryman’s vest couldn’t leave the dungeon; rather than waste it, better to trade for something else.

“What do you want? But I’m not as well-off as that tree.”

The cow-horse scoffed.

“Boss just needs to pick something; anything that helps me live a few more days.”

Liu Zheng said.

“That’s a high bar.”

The cow-horse sized him up.

“The fact you’re still alive surprises me.”

It spoke seriously.

Most people would have died after the delivery to Mr. Li; those hefty tips weren’t easy to come by.

Green Laurel Garden’s Crazy City wasn’t a good place, either. Though not upscale, it was full of all kinds.

“It’s all thanks to you watching out for me, boss.”

Liu Zheng said respectfully.

“I can’t watch over you. I don’t have anything suitable for you.”

The cow-horse shook its head.

Unlike that tree, which hoarded things, it either used or traded what it got.

“Just get me a couple of bottles of Ascension Hair Moss.”

He said generously.

“Wishful thinking. If I had some, I’d have drunk it myself by now. Last time I went for a bottle of Vlad III, the kitchen crew almost killed me.”

The cow-horse glared.

“Then no choice. I’ll trade it with Dellego.”

Liu Zheng said regretfully.

“You dare!”

The cow-horse growled.

“Boss, I have to survive.”

He said calmly.

After a few minutes of eye contact, the cow-horse snorted.

“No goods, but I can give you a chance to earn some extra cash.”

It said after some consideration.