Chapter 445: Chapter 445
She was constantly exploring the concept of Dimension Space, always believing that everything in the world could be explained by science. If it couldn’t be explained, it simply meant that current technology had not yet reached the level required to do so.
The first phase of the third mission involved the Monk burning his arms to obtain the cauldron; he received ninety percent of the Contribution Value, while the rest was evenly divided among everyone else. The second phase took place at Rhein Manor, where the Contribution Value for obtaining the recipe was divided evenly among everyone, including the priest, Little Black, and the Monk.
As for resources, even without the priest and Little Black, the Contribution Value from auctions, submissions, and other sources would also be evenly distributed among everyone.
"For the final mission, everyone’s Contribution Value can be divided according to this ratio after we return to the country and it’s evaluated by our superiors. The previous resources have also been distributed, so now we just need to settle our individual debts."
As he spoke, Yang Yang’s gaze turned towards Jing Shu, a headache brewing. How would the leadership view this bill once it was submitted? What had happened to all the Contribution Value? Spent on meals? On cigarettes? On enjoying life?
Having embarked on so many missions, Jing Shu was the only one among them who had turned the routine accumulation of Contribution Value into a mobile general store, providing comprehensive and capable logistical support. Everyone had to spend tens, hundreds, or even thousands of Contribution Value at her "store" every day. Follow current novels on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
Jing Shu had medicine, food, and various daily necessities. She was essentially a walking store, able to meet anyone’s needs during any crisis.
She always brought Fat Chicken along, as well as scallions, lettuce, and cilantro grown in a huge bundle on her back. If needed, she could whip up egg fried rice, seafood egg custard, or even a pack of large-bone broth instant noodles for 50 Contribution Value, with an added egg for another 50 Contribution Value.
Later, Jing Shu also introduced discounted meals, like a Malatang for 88 Contribution Value that wasn’t too numbing, spicy, or hot, but was incredibly delicious and unforgettable. She also offered side dishes like roasted ham and air-dried shredded beef—she had everything imaginable.
Of course, you could also choose not to order specific dishes and instead pay 128 for a daily meal plan or 648 for a weekly one. You’d eat whatever Jing Shu ate, and she guaranteed you’d be full. Picky eaters like Zhen Nantian and Lingling opted for the 648 meal plan, enjoying savory and spicy dishes with Jing Shu. They had three different meals a day, with meat, vegetables, and soup; she was skilled in frying, deep-frying, boiling, and stewing! The meals were nutritious and well-balanced, even making Lingling look more radiant.
Jing Shu didn’t just cover meals; she catered to almost every aspect of life. If you ran out of clothes, blankets, or toilet paper, felt cold, hot, or uncomfortable, or craved a cigarette, alcohol, or coffee—as long as you had a need and Contribution Value, you could enjoy her "lifestyle package." It wasn’t 998, not 338, but just 199 Contribution Value. Plus, there was a special offer: pay 1,000 and get an extra 100.
Yang Yang tapped the tabletop, another headache forming as he looked at the list of figures next to Zhen Nantian’s name: -648, -199, -1,000+100. If the leadership asked about these peculiar numbers, how was he supposed to respond? That the squad was running a special promotion: spend 1,000, get 100 free? Hm?
Finally, Yang Yang managed to get past his headache and said, "Mirror, excluding the Contribution Value from the third mission, your current Contribution Value is 28,000. If you reach over 30,000, you can apply for the Elite title, which means direct promotion to A-rank."
"After we return this time, the country will give you a new evaluation. But I want to ask you: do you want a higher score, or just an average one?"
Jing Shu glanced at Zhen Nantian, who nodded slightly. It seemed Zhen Nantian had told Yang Yang about the possibility of her possessing Dimension Space items.
The others showed no unusual expressions, likely meaning they were unaware, not even knowing about Dimension Space. So, Yang Yang knows about Dimension Space, and it’s possible he has Dimension Space items too? Otherwise, how could he have been rated A+? Jing Shu couldn’t think of any other ability Yang Yang possessed that would warrant such a high rating.
Yang Yang’s meaning was simple: did she want to continue keeping her abilities a secret, or reveal her strength to everyone and receive a high rating?
After thinking it over, Jing Shu realized she didn’t understand this "dimension" concept well. However, if the price was exposing her space, she’d rather not understand anything at all. In my view, whether it’s Zhen Nantian, Yang Yang, or even the opening to the fourth dimension, none of them seem particularly heaven-defying, at least not compared to my Magic Cube Space. Therefore, it’s better for my Magic Cube, being so unique, to remain quiet and maintain an air of mystery.
"Let’s just go with that. Base it on what the country already knows about me." This meant Jing Shu wouldn’t excessively display her abilities.
Yang Yang nodded. "Alright. Then, once the Contribution Value from this mission is tallied and your evaluation is added, I think your rating will be around A- or A. You’ve reached the standard for a national-level elite."
Afterward, Yang Yang began to settle accounts and summarize for each person. Even the stoic Zhen Nantian, who spent Contribution Value like water, had a surplus of tens of thousands. This didn’t even include the unsettled Contribution Value from the third mission; everyone had truly profited handsomely this time.
Jing Shu closed her eyes and continued organizing the items obtained from the third mission. She had acquired so many things from Rhein Manor that her space was now full. Jing Shu had to meticulously arrange everything to maximize storage, and after she finished, a few cubic meters were freed up.
Jing Shu was quite happy. She looked at the over 500 cubic meters of space, neatly packed to the brim with various energy sources, gourmet food, grain, and live Domestic Poultry—creatures from the sea and land. Although the variety was still limited, for Jing Shu, who had survived on rotten food in her previous life in this resource-scarce world, this was already very satisfying.
Next, she planned to expand the variety of species as much as possible, collecting all the delicious creatures that flew in the sky. She would also prepare the necessary resources for the harsh environment that was fast approaching.
At last, they arrived at the Imperial Capital! The moment the plane landed, Jing Shu patted her chest. Safe at last, finally safe. Motherland, we’re back! We no longer have to endure coercion from the United States!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The familiar pattern, the familiar sound; the Imperial Capital still experienced its daily "triple tremor," accompanied by roaring thunder and flashing lightning.
The complex terrain meant Huaxia endured more disasters than other countries, but the ingenious Huaxia people had already begun to find patterns in the earthquakes.
"First, let’s send Hao Yunlai, Monkey, and the Monk to the Government Hospital. We’ll rest for two days. During that time, we’ll report to the Imperial Capital’s special intelligence department for re-evaluation, and then we’ll return to Wu City."
That was the plan, but its implementation differed. Jing Shu first called her family, telling them she would be home in a few days. Then, she finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. She slept for two whole days. The prolonged tension had taken its toll, and once back in the Imperial Capital, Jing Shu could no longer hold on and finally got some proper rest.
When she woke up, she found a group of people in white coats playing "Fight the Landlord" in front of her, while Fat Chicken protectively stood behind her like a mother hen.
Jing Shu looked at her surroundings. Yes, I’m on Qian Duoduo’s plane.