Chapter 796: Chapter 796

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

"Of course it’s me! 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.

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 procurement 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.

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 some branches and pieces of bark from the Black Soil.

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

"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 home?"

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.

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 came for the Red Ghost."

"No, it won’t see me."

"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."

"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 Metropolis."

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

He said with confidence.

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

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

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Daring to borrow the Metropolis’s fortune, thinking himself the Supreme 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 immediately became respectful, even changing to a more familiar address.

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

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 shamelessly; I wonder if you’ve cultivated an ability to grow stronger by being shameless."

The Fisherman squinted at him.

"Being shameless benefits mental health. Just tell me already."

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

"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 times. But back then, I thought his good luck and bad luck were one and the same. 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 immediately be caught red-handed by the sanitation department; who can stand that?

"Then make a preliminary call for me."

"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 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.

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

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

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

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

"Brother Sha is thoughtful."

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

"You look quite conservative now, but who knows how you’ll change later. As long as you don’t bully me 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 mend your ways, and if you’re incurable, he’d do what’s morally right."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue.

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

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

He greeted, carrying bait out of the sewer.

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

Liu Zheng phoned Napoleon, speaking cautiously.

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

He hastily explained.

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

"Liu Zheng, what’s up, meow?"

San Huamao sounded happy.

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

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

Liu Zheng said dotingly.

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

Pond Master surfaced, impatiently asking.

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

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.

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.