As a super job holder juggling multiple roles, Li Xin needs to squeeze in time to write articles. Thanks to meddling by those busybodies, he lost his chance to mooch off food and drink at the Canon Law School. He went to Old Morton's stall as usual to sort it out.

He barely sat down and noticed the boss's Parkinson-like hand, quickly shouting, "Old Morton, your hand's shaking, have Little Morton add more meat for me!"

This is something that must be emphasized; otherwise, a shake could halve it, another shake would leave just a thin layer, looking large in area but floating, not sure how this skill was developed.

Little Morton nudged his grandpa, Little Morton likes Li Xin a lot and added quite a bit for him, personally bringing it over, whispering, "Grandpa also made meat scraps."

"Well, Old Morton's sneaking a trick from me, giving so little, not generous at all," Li Xin laughed.

Old Morton glared at his grandson. This little fool, how could he tell this to the main person? Beef cost is too high; after eating meat scraps a few times, he figured out how to make them, launched a meat scrap version, cheaper in price but considerably increasing profit, all saved for Little Morton's use at Canon Law School.

"Eat, eat, eat!" Old Morton helplessly held a plate, with a platter of mixed beef on top.

Old Morton is indeed stingy, yet Li Xin still comes to eat here. Not just because it's cheap, when he first arrived at Hedan, the first bowl was eaten here. Old Morton probably spotted him as a newcomer immigrant at a glance, directed him to settle at Lirong Inn, didn't charge him. Later knowing Li Xin was handling bags at the dock, as life settled in, this hand continued to shake more.

He should keep shaking, Li Xin should keep eating.

"Little Morton, brother has many skills; besides handling bags, he can cook, write novels, publish in Hex Bird Report, Utopia Mountain's Tale, quite a fantastic read." Li Xin boasted while eating; the title was changed last, directly calling it 'Duke' might cause trouble; currently, Hex Bird Report is walking on thin ice.

"Boast, keep boasting, if what you write can get published on the Bird Report, my beef stew can tribute to the royal family." Old Morton mocked.

"Old Morton, familiar as we may be, you instigating things like this, I'm not convinced. What if I get published?" Li Xin asked with wide eyes.

"Go ahead and publish, I can't read," Old Morton shrugged indifferently, rendering Li Xin speechless. This feels like punching a pillow, utterly powerless.

Li Xin helplessly finished eating, paid the bill, watched Old Morton snatch the Lira from his hand, felt infinitely bitter inside, went back to work, recently spending continuously. Bird Report's salary has to wait till month's end; the problem is with Bird Report's current situation, these damned capitalists might find some absurd reason not to pay wages.

Although he wanted to buy a cup of coffee, it's just a thought; might as well get some from Christie, coffee's still expensive, best to save when possible.

Sitting in front of the typewriter, closing his eyes, organizing his thoughts... almost fell asleep, when he opened his eyes, it was dark outside. Damn, when did it get dark, and just about to start typing, knock, knock, knock...

Something ghostly is tapping the window, here comes that owl again. Li Xin really doesn't want to deal with it, but considering his salary.

Opening the window, the owl looked at him with disdain, seemingly blaming him for being slow, it dropped the letter by the window, flapped its wings in annoyance, lifted a cloud of dust, and then flew off proudly.

Li Xin picked up the letter, glanced at the "reserve food," thinking it should be roasted eventually.

...Meeting?

Damn, why, even in Dao Yuan Continent, meetings are held every day, what nonsense is this.

Complaints aside, Li Xin still changed into Bird Report's uniform, hailed a convertible, this won't do, must find a chance to ask Christie if these expenses can be reimbursed. This coming back and forth all the time is going to bankrupt him.

Arriving at Bird Report, he found everyone still doing their own thing, not much of a meeting atmosphere.

Christie opened the office door, waved Li Xin over.

Under everyone's ambiguous gaze, Li Xin entered Christie's office; Christie smiled, "If you're not comfortable, you can leave the door open."

Li Xin closed the door properly, tightly shut, "Let them envy, be jealous, hate, and have no way to deal with me!"

Christie chuckled at this, Li Xin then noticed her outfit—a white open-neck long dress, an off-white tight corset—not for waist training but for chest support. Even large ones must be supported to appear audacious, the skirt underneath her thighs, maybe because her legs are too long, snow-white and crystal-clear making Li Xin daze a bit.

"Is elder sister attending a party?"

Christie smiled slightly, "Yes, I'm accompanying the president to a banquet later. Does it look good?"

"Does elder sister have a smaller dagger, to bind to your thigh, just in case someone lacks eyes you can give them a swipe." Li Xin said.

Christie couldn't help but laugh, no woman dislikes compliments, "You little rascal, talking business, nobility indeed, the dirtier inside, the more gentlemanly outside. It's quite fun to provoke them. Speaking seriously, some dossiers arrived, you should quickly look through them, they have to be returned. Also found an important clue, there's indeed a specialist studying Life Science in Earth Mother Goddess Court's trial court. You know trial court's research can sometimes be excessive, involve blasphemy, later banned, this person disappeared."

At this Li Xin's eyes lit up, "So this person is highly suspicious?"

"Yes, this person is also a coroner, obsessed with dissecting corpses, animals, Abyssal Fallen, various victims' bodies, suddenly vanished one day. But we can't obtain more useful information, you're close with Simmons, and Simmons has close ties with the Funeral Attendant in Holy Grace District, you can try probing a bit."

"Sister, this is after all Funeral Attendant's matter, is it alright for us to do this?" Li Xin asked doubtfully. If it's providing clues, it's fine, actively going there seems...

"We're all executing orders, just follow them," Christie didn't explain much further.

Upon hearing this, Li Xin nodded, "I'll try, but can't guarantee it'll work, still depends on whether Simmons gives face."

Christie didn't have high expectations either, "Alright then, you can look here, I'm about time to leave."

Speaking, Christie touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, subtly rotating her body, not sure if intentionally or not, posing various seductive stances, occasionally asking for Li Xin's opinion.

What opinions could Li Xin honestly have? Such mature women who understand men are the most vexing, all are subtle moves, filled with exotic charm, even knowing it's an act, but which man doesn't enjoy green tea?

Christie pulled out a pair of stockings, "They're a trend started by your Governor Luthor."

Exposing such long legs was evidently rude in the past. Raising her left leg in front of Li Xin, straight, fingers deliberately slid from thigh downward, the long leg gave a gentle bounce, started fitting the stockings.

The stockings aren't nylon from another world but made of some delicate silk thread; Li Xin isn't clear about the material, smooth, sleek, thin, carrying Moncalleta's luxury with lace featured, and a band that made Li Xin want to rip it apart.

"Not easy to wear, help a sister out," Christie suddenly said.

Li Xin looked at the leg, then at Christie, then at the leg again, chuckled bitterly, "Sister, don't tease. It's dangerous."

Christie laughed heartily, clear laughter accompanied by chest shaking, the legs also swaying, really challenging one's life force. Li Xin turned around quickly, forcing himself to resist turning back, three seconds later turned back again, found Christie already dressed.

"It's quite slippery actually," Christie winked.

Li Xin looked with nose to eye—is it the stockings that's smooth or the leg, or the wearing process that's slippery?

Seeing Li Xin's awkward expression, Christie's mood lifted as she left to accompany the president, leaving one job holder looking at a pile of dossiers, sighing towards the sky, he too wanted to be the president.

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