The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 608 - 326: Chef Saint An Su

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, Chaotic City had already awakened, and its diligent residents had started their day's work. The Magic Guidance neon lights flickered with dazzling splendor as one cozy and harmonious shop after another was lit up, with citizens throwing themselves into their busy tasks.

The city, being a transit point into the Holy City from the outside world, was in a period of rapid development and expansion, so every shop was short on staff. Stowaways like An Su were the most welcome by all the bosses.

Especially at the family restaurant at the entrance of the main street, staff was most needed.

For the giant troll chef, human palms were more delicate and chewy compared to pig's trotters, beef hoofs, and other ingredients, and they were also more nutritious.

He had been the head chef for many years and was very skilled in dealing with people.

The palms of the elderly were suitable for clear stewing, while women's palms were softer and more delicate, so they could be served as sashimi. Of course, the most nutritious had to be the hands of certain men of the Human Empire—those who seldom left home and had never been in love. The hands of such Virgins were hard to come by and contained the highest nutritional value because their palms were often enriched with a mysterious protein that had accumulated over the years.

Such cuisine, the most nutritious to eat, could be cooked with medicinal herbs;

It was not without reason that people say every part of Virgin is treasured.

Second in needing staff was the Black Eight Hospital on the second layer of the city. A new fad had suddenly emerged among the nobles of the Chaos Dynasty: grafting all sorts of limbs onto themselves. Whoever had the most good-looking and chaotic form could win the favor of chaos.

Human arms from the family restaurant would have their flesh skinned off, and the remaining parts would be sent to the Amputation Hospital for aristocrats to use in amputations.

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Lastly, in shortage of hands was the literary institution on the third layer of the city.

By the time human hands reached the third layer, there wasn't much left of them, but even the cremated ashes could still be used. Tattoo artists would reduce the hand bones to white ash, which they would smear all over customers' bodies as the latest popular 'cold white skin' style tattoos.

Family restaurant, Amputation Hospital, death tattoo shop, these were the three shops in Chaotic City that were most lacking in hands.

"Your Majesty Earl," An Su revealed an innocent smile as he filled out the job application forms and handed them to Count Dracula, "I'd like to work these three jobs."

Getting a salary for going to work can only be considered as remuneration for labor, not really making money. Only by getting paid without working can you say you're making money.

So the pressing matter was to find a job first.

Count Dracula blinked his eyes, looking at the enthusiastic youth before him. The Earl could deeply sense the youngster's passion and sincerity, and the love for work that sparkled in his eyes.

Suckers like him are the easiest to exploit!

You have a good eye, kid.

And you're hitting up three jobs at once!

Having reviewed An Su's background information, the Earl knew he was an orphan from the borderlands. Kids from impoverished families always have the spirit to endure hardship, and he especially liked these poor kids.

The blood of poor kids is always good to drink.

"Young man, you've got quite the eye to have spotted the family restaurant, Black Eight Hospital, and literary institution," Count Dracula hurriedly drafted an agency contract and handed it to An Su, "Just sign these three volunteering contracts, and rest assured, the pay is handsome."

"Volunteering?" An Su raised an eyebrow.

"Because in the Human Empire there are often unscrupulous bosses who exploit their employees, drafting some conscienceless black labor contracts, our city firmly disallows the existence of such a deplorable phenomenon as 'black labor'." Count Dracula spoke with righteous indignation, "So here, we call it 'white labor.' The salary is handsome, I don't charge an agency fee, and the task content is quite simple. You just need to sign and stamp here."

"Rest assured, after the twelve hours are up, the white labor temporary contract automatically renews," Count Dracula showed a humane smile, "But as soon as you pass fingerprint identity verification, you can terminate the subsequent contract."

An Su glanced at the three contracts:

[Employing Party (Party A): Avad A-sector, Chaotic City Information Technology Park]

[Position Level: Level Three Low-Level Temporary Worker]

[Assistant Chef (Morning Shift)][Assistant Doctor (Afternoon Shift)][Assistant Technician (Evening Shift)]

[Work Content: When the chef, doctor, or technician needs help, Party B should lend a hand]

[Total Employment Time: Twelve hours (three hours probation)]

[During the work period, Party A should be responsible for Party B's safety]

[At the end of the twelve hours, contract will automatically renew, but identity verification allows for termination of renewed contract]

[Salary & Benefits: Ten Gold Coins per hour, probation period not included in salary calculation]

[Note: A deposit of ten Gold Coins is required, to be returned after probation period]

[Party B sign and stamp here to enter into a contract]

This is a soul-binding contract; once both parties sign, neither Party A nor Party B can violate the contents of the contract.

"Um, these look like three pretty good jobs," An Su checked the contracts and smiled, nodding, "The work content seems easy, and in total I could earn a hundred and twenty Gold Coins."

Observing the young man's satisfied expression, Count Dracula's smile cracked warmly; it was through acting as an agent that he had built such an enormous enterprise. Dealing with kids like An Su was a piece of cake. This contract might look perfect, but it was full of pitfalls, each cleverly interconnected.