After buying the stocks, Ren Zhong immediately pushed ahead with the next step and headed straight to the town’s north gate near the town wall.
At this moment, a young boy and his mother were having dinner in their room.
Just as Ren Zhong reached the doorway, he heard the old lady’s complaints coming from inside.
Knock on the door.
After waiting a few seconds, the wooden door opened, and the young boy poked his head out, looking bewildered.
Ren Zhong pretended to be surprised, "Hey, I’ve seen you before. What a coincidence."
The boy nervously rubbed his hands, "Sir, what brings you here to see me?"
Ren Zhong pointed at the transport truck unloading at the supply cooperative beside them and said, "I’m planning to build a house here. But I’m quite busy and have no time to do it myself. How about you build it for me, and I’ll pay you 3 Contribution Points once it’s done? How about it?"
The boy was dumbfounded on the spot.
The follow-up story unfolded similarly, but this time Ren Zhong asked an additional question before leaving.
"By the way, you seem to lack money. What are you saving it for? Mind sharing?"
The boy glanced nervously at the door behind him and lowered his voice, "Mr. Ren, I want to buy a secondhand rapid-fire machine gun. I asked around, and it only costs 10 points, but I’m still short by 3 Contribution Points. I thought it would take a long time to save up, but you’ve really helped me a great deal, Mr. Ren."
Ren Zhong acted as if he had a sudden realization, "I see. Well then, no need to run around. I’ll handle the gun purchase for you next time, and I’ll only charge you 10 points for it. I’ll get you one that’s almost new, deal?"
"This..." The boy quickly shook his head, "How can that be? A gun that’s almost new would at least sell for fifteen points. You’ve already given me a generous payment. I can’t take advantage of you."
Ren Zhong laughed heartily, patting the boy on the shoulder, "Listen to you. As long as you get the house done, I’m happy. What’s wrong with giving you a lift? Keep it up! Work hard! If you try your best, I’ll take you along in the future!"
The boy was stunned for a long time.
His intuition told him that this man’s kindness came too abruptly, like a scheme.
But then he couldn’t figure out what the man could possibly gain from him.
Money?
That couldn’t be it.
This gentleman was offering 15 times the normal rate! He was definitely not strapped for cash!
Anything else? But aren’t I penniless?
"Mr. Ren, are you being serious?"
Ren Zhong asked in return, "What could I possibly deceive you for?"
The boy scratched his head sheepishly, "I guess you’re right."
"But don’t let your guard down against everyone just because I’m a good person. For many in this town, 10 Contribution Points is a fortune. You need to be careful and protect yourself."
The boy instinctively felt that Ren Zhong’s words were somewhat contradictory, but he still nodded earnestly, "Alright, I’ll remember."
After a while, Ren Zhong walked away with a contented heart.
This boy had long passed his test completely.
Ren Zhong currently didn’t have the power to save everyone, so he started with the people around him.
Immediately after, Ren Zhong headed straight to the Military Weapon Store without stopping.
A set of Training Armor, a battery, and a Magnetic Storm Dust Hand Grenade, totaling 72 points.
While shopping, he didn’t encounter Ju Qingmeng; only an ordinary clerk assisted him.
This was the normal situation.
Ju Qingmeng was the head of the Military Weapon Store, not just an ordinary employee anyone could summon at will.
After purchasing what he needed, Ren Zhong thought for a moment but didn’t rush off. Instead, he said to the clerk, "By the way, I also want to test my Mechanical Warrior aptitude."
The clerk glanced up at Ren Zhong, "That requires precision instruments, and I don’t have the authority. The manager has to do it."
The clerk glanced at the tightly shut manager’s office door beside the counter, "Sorry, our manager is in a bad mood today, try your luck on another day."
Ren Zhong promptly increased the offer, "I’ll give you a 1-point pre-tax tip."
"Right this way, sir!"
Ten minutes later.
The cold-faced powerful woman, Ju Qingmeng, stared expressionlessly at the display on the machine cabinet, pursing her lips, "Initial Brain-Machine Synchronization Rate of 10%, a waste."
Ren Zhong: "Uh, this..."
No way!
Last time you didn’t say that!
Ren Zhong clearly remembered during the last test of the initial synchronization rate, with the same figure, she had complimented him with a smile, "10%, not bad, just makes the mark."
Last time it was "not bad," this time it’s "a waste"!
The difference was that he wasn’t wearing the Pu Cha officer’s disguise, nor was he being personally escorted by Mayor Ma Dafu.
The treatment differed greatly.
The world is so real.