The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Akin had already opened the door and waited for him.

Ren Yifei stood up from his chair. He took a taro fragrant dafu and placed it on the counter at the front desk. He stared at the little girl at the front desk and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hospitality. The black tea is very fragrant."

The little girl at the front desk almost fainted.

Ajin, who was watching all this, coughed: "I don't know what the guests want? Let's talk in detail?"

Inside is a small office with one window facing the street, and there is no decoration around it, it is very simple.

"What's your request?" Boss Akin said straight to the point.

"Can I watch videos of previous clients?" Ren Yifei suggested.

Ajin smiled at him, and turned over the sign on the table with his back hand: "The video on this can be found on the official website, you can pay to view it."

"You don't have backups here?"

"You don't have to test," Akin put down the sign, "Our rule is that customers who have done a good job will take them away, and we won't leave anything here. All the customer's information is kept within the scope of confidentiality."

Ren Yifei nodded, although he had reservations about the other party's promise.

"Where are you working?"

"Outside of Dongxing City, the house prices here are too expensive." A Jin sighed, "East Star is not easy to live in", and then looked at Ren Yifei, "We provide different services according to the price, I think you can understand."

"What are the service contents at different price points?"

"have……"

Boss Ah Jin just said a word, and the door of her office was kicked open, and a man scolded: "Where's Liu Jin?! Come out for me!"

With his eyes staring like a copper bell, he searched for Boss Ah Jin in a second, staring at her viciously, his nose still breathing.

The girl at the front desk popped her head: "I'm sorry boss, I can't stop it."

Ah Jin sighed and waved his hand: "Go, bring two cups of tea."

Said and stood up: "I don't know what happened, Mr. Liang is so angry? We all pay on time, and we never delay."

"Did you cut Daoyue's video? Bitch..." The man's face was shaking, and he came up with a big slap.

Ren Yifei had no intention of participating, but frowned when he saw the slap coming over, he directly picked up his snack box to block the slap from Boss Ah Jin, and pushed her back with the other hand behind his arm.

"What can't you say well, you have to move your hands and feet?"

The snack box flew out. Fortunately, the pastries inside were individually packaged and not damaged much. But there was still the sweet smell of dim sum in the air.

The big man who was slapped in the air was stunned for a moment, only to see Ren Yifei, his eyes widened slightly, and he took a breath at the same time, his nostrils were enlarged, and the greedy expression on his face was not concealed.

"Yo, so there are still guests?" The man stared at Ren Yifei, looked up and down his face and body, and there was only greed in his eyes.

However, he came here mainly for other reasons, so he licked the face with his eyes, turned back, and cursed at Ah Jin, "I think you don't want to mess around!"

At this time, the little girl at the front desk just came in with tea and told him to raise his hand and overturn it. The beautiful bone china teacup shattered into slag, and the tea poured to the ground and splashed on the scattered pastry wrappers.

Ren Yifei squinted at the cakes on the ground contaminated with tea.

The big man patted the table: "If you mix on our Dongfeng site, you should know my Dongfeng's rules. What do you mean by taking Daoyue's order?"

Boss Ah Jin squeezed his fists and explained his anger: "This is an order we received last month, and we only received the notice last week. If it is suddenly suspended, we will pay a large amount of liquidated damages. Moreover, we Such a small craftsman can't afford to offend him no matter what."

"That's your business. Daoyue's boss, Saman, is about to be kicked out by Tianhong. What else is there to be afraid of? I think you are too bold to challenge me."

He was dog-fighting and barked: "What the **** are you? If I let you die, you have to die, and if you get out, you have to cry and beg me."

Boss Ah Jin endured and endured, and finally couldn't help: "This is what you meant, or what you meant above. If it's the latter, okay, I'll move immediately, there's nothing wrong with it."

She can't pay so much protection fee every month.

The man choked and his face turned purple: "You are threatening me."

Boss Ah Jin did not answer directly, but said, "I have been here for a year, and I have been working well together, and I want to continue working together."

But if you have to force it like this, she is not afraid that the fish will die and the net will break.

The man took a deep breath and looked at Boss Ah Jin, but Boss Ah Jin's expression was calm, unlike other people who trembled when they saw him getting angry.

"You're fine!" His voice was anxious and angry, and he glanced at Ren Yifei, who was not speaking, and slammed the door away.

As soon as this person left, the little girl at the front desk came in to clean up the mess. She swept the floor very skillfully and was at a loss for the cakes.

"It's okay, just leave it alone." Ren Yifei smiled and nodded.

"I'm making the guests laugh. If the order is completed, I'll give you a 10% discount." Boss Ah Jin said.

After the room became tidy and clean again, and the pastries were cleaned up again, Ren Yifei asked Boss Ah Jin, "You pay him a lot of money every month, right? Isn't the store here under official protection? Why is there still someone under protection? fee?"

Boss Ah Jin smiled bitterly: "Although they can't send someone to smash it, they can let people stay at the door and stop guests from coming in. To avoid more losses, everyone can only choose to break the bank and eliminate the disaster."

Ren Yifei thought about it for a while: "Have you considered setting up a self-help chamber of commerce?" When the triad was rampant in the early days, small businessmen twisted together and could also become a force against the gang.

As the saying goes, money can make a ghost run the mill, and businessmen take out the money and hire their own thugs, right?

If you compromise like this, in the end, you will only be eaten by people without even the scum left.

As soon as he said this, Boss Ah Jin's smile was even more bitter: "Yes, but unfortunately it was only established, and it was leaked. The organizer was asked to kill in the game, and the rest of the people dared not move. I became thirty Years old, came here to know what it's like to be a dog.

"I still have a craft, if I don't have it, I'm not even qualified to be a dog. Forget it, that's it."

Looking at Boss A Jin's expression, Ren Yifei knew that she still didn't want to worry about things in her heart, and it was better to be exploited than not to live.

Even, Boss Ah Jin's bottom line has not yet reached, even if the protection fee is more severe, she will choose to swallow it.

In this regard, Ren Yifei has no intention to say more.

In a big way, it is the weakness of the petty bourgeoisie. It is the choice of these small businessmen.

They are afraid of games, but what they are afraid of is actually the only weapon they can use against the strong.

Ren Yifei lowered his eyes: "Let's talk about the video editing project."

"Boss, look, it's this person."

The big guy who came out of the 'Dianjin Late Stage' studio didn't go far. He checked all around to confirm that there was no 'guardian', and knew that this was a single 'beauty'.

He knew that his opportunity was coming, so he immediately sent a message to his boss, and sent the pictures and videos that he had just taken secretly.

"Boss, this is going to be placed in our Chunyu Building, isn't it a daily gold bucket?"

The man in the picture has long black hair loosely scattered, slanted eyebrows into his temples, his eyes are half-smiles, and the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, slightly mocking and contemptuous. Although it is a static picture, this little eye still scratches the itch, which makes people want to move.

What is the meaning of those men and women in the building who have been thoroughly exploited and don't know how to be ashamed? In this way, it is interesting and interesting to humiliate people who are arrogant and noble in their bones.

It is estimated that they think the same way. In the past, it took half a day to reply, but this time it took a few seconds to respond: "Anyone?"

"One person." The man thought for a while, then added a few more words, "I've searched for it, and there is no protector nearby, so I'm alone. I can't find this person on the Internet either, either a newcomer or sneaking out. pets.

"Boss, aren't we opening a branch? Although Sister Li is beautiful, she's an old man, she's not new."

Having said that, he smacked his mouth, his fat lips turned up, and an obscene light appeared in his eyes: "However, there are advantages to being cooked, and here I am not afraid that they will get pregnant or get dirty, and they will be 20 beds a night, and the quilt will be lifted. , very skilled.

"Sister Li has only been here for a year. After two years, you should go to middle school. After another two years, you should go to the lower class. We can also taste the meat lying on the beds of dignitaries. After three or four years, these people will be useless. , and you can sell it to make a fortune. Such a top-notch beauty can make a lot of money from top to bottom for several years."

His words seemed to move the other side, so the reply came quickly: "You try again, if the former...I don't need me to teach you how to do it, right?"

"I know how to do it! Don't worry."

Putting down the communicator, he swallowed, not for beauty, he didn't like men, he was for his future soaring.

It was getting late, and the street lamps in the alleys were glowing orange, and the lights in the house were also on.

Boss Akin has carefully explained the service items corresponding to different price points.

What Ren Yifei wants is the best editing, the best soundtrack, the best background sound and dubbing, and subtitles. This is the highest price of the 'Dianjin Late Stage', 1,200 white shells, and it's 1,020 after a 10% discount.

"Minus the fraction, a thousand white shells."

Facing the sponsor of the big order, Boss Ah Jin smiled kindly: "Pay the 30% deposit first, and the deposit will not be refunded if cancelled in the middle. We will let you come to see the effect of each process in the middle. If you are not satisfied, you can modify it. Each step can be modified up to three times."

"My voice can be matched by myself." Ren Yifei said.

"No problem, but for your part, we don't guarantee the effect." Boss Ah Jin has seen many confident customers of this kind of honey. As long as the money is in place, anything will do, but she still reminds her politely.

"Boss! It's not good!" The little girl at the front desk hurriedly pushed open the door, "A group of people surrounded the door of our store, and it was that guy again."

Boss Ah Jin's face was ugly. He didn't expect that if she said to leave, the other party would come over.

"Are they crazy? It's dark now, where are the guests."

With his fingertips tapping on the table, Ren Yifei was thoughtful, and he lifted the snack box: "I'll go back and look at your previous works first. If there is no problem, I'll go to your real studio to find you in a few days."

"By the way," he stopped, "if someone asks you, there is no need to hide information about me, there is no need."

Boss Ah Jin didn't quite understand: "What?"

Ren Yifei was not going to make it clear to her, he exchanged what he needed from the system.

Turning the glittering objects in his hand that were comparable to works of art, Ren Yifei was a little familiar with the operation, put it in the pocket of his windbreaker, put on his hat, and said goodbye to Boss Ah Jin: "Close the door and don't come out."

He left the studio, closed the door, and a group of people gathered around, standing at all angles to prevent him from running away.

"What do they want to do?" The little girl at the front desk clawed at the crack of the door, but she didn't dare to come out.

Boss Ah Jin's expression changed: "Is it for him? No wonder he said those words... these scumbags!"

Boss Ah Jin put his hand on the doorknob and was about to turn it, but hesitated for a second. She is not alone, behind her is a group of ordinary people who are struggling to survive here. They don't have the outstanding ability to play the dungeon, and they just want to survive.

With this turn, the door opened. Maybe she couldn't save this beautiful man, and she had to tire a group of people behind her.

Released his hand, Boss Ah Jin sat down on the floor feebly, covering his face in pain.

The clothing store next door was closed, and the owner of the dim sum shop was hurriedly packing up. He recognized Ren Yifei, then lowered his head, not daring to look.

The alley was crowded with more than a dozen people, all of them fierce, except for the man I had seen before.

The skin is smiling and the flesh is not smiling, and the flesh is trembling, it is not a good thing to look at.

"Are you waiting for me?" Ren Yifei asked with a smile while carrying the snack box.

The big man with a face full of flesh laughed, his face shaking: "Our boss wants to meet you and make friends."

"Oh... can you get me some snacks?" Ren Yifei asked a younger brother who was surrounding him.

This man had a vicious look on his face, but when he asked for such a request, he became embarrassed: "This..."

The man's eyes signaled him to take it, the corners of his eyes were already showing smugness, so well-behaved, it seemed that he would be able to get it soon.

"Okay." The younger brother stretched out his hand to take the snack, holding it in one hand and holding it in the other, moving carefully.

Ren Yifei smiled at him again, turned towards the man, raised his hand, aimed, and opened the insurance, all in one go.

"Bong!"

The sound of gunshots hummed in the eardrums, like a high-pitched high-pitched sound that came to an abrupt end.

After that, the skull and brain **** flew together, and the blood was the same color as the red brick wall.

A headshot.

The high-speed rotating bullet entered from between the eyebrows, smashed the brain, and passed through the back of the head.

The man fell to the ground slowly, his eyes wide open, and blood flowed from the back of his head. The younger brothers didn't react at once, and the alley was unusually quiet for a while.

[Violation of the Road Safety Law, deduct 300 white shells, seriously injured players, deduct 600 white shells, pollute the environment, deduct 100 white shells. A total of 1000 white shells are fined, thank you for your patronage. 】

With the sound of the fine, Ren Yifei lowered his head, took out a checkered handkerchief and wiped the muzzle of the gun.

The silver-gray pistol has silver patterns and small gems on it, and the handle part is also wrapped in patterned leather, which is said to be a murder weapon, more like a fine art.

A silver shell, no loss.

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble." Ren Yifei took back the dessert he had just put in his younger brother's hand and smiled kindly.

The younger brother sucked in a breath of cold air, not daring to take his words at all. He took two steps back, only to fall to the ground with his left foot on his right.

The expressions of the other little brothers were not much better.

Does he actually have a gun? When did he take out the gun?

It was too sudden, too violent, and without saying a word, it was directly fatal.

Even in the player community, such a headshot would take months to recover. For these gangsters whose careers are on the rise and do not have any welfare guarantees, this is no different from killing.

Although there are no rules and ethics in the Horn of Desolation, it is not the same as killing a chicken.

The younger brothers were so scared that they didn't dare to stay here, they couldn't stand it for even one more minute.

Hurala, this group of people fled, for fear that they would be the next headshot for a second too late.

The alley is quiet, just like it used to be. Only the headshots on the ground live unscientifically, with their eyes open and motionless, as if they are no different from death.

The owner of the dessert shop next door poked his head out from behind the cabinet and looked at Ren Yifei as if he were looking at Rakshasa.

As for the girl at the front desk who was watching from the crack of the door, she opened her mouth and forgot to breathe.

Da-da, da-da.

The sound of leather boots sounded on the bluestone board, and the man holding the snack box took off his hat, nodded to the door of the 'Dianjin Late Stage' studio, and strode away.

His back quickly disappeared into the alley.

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