Chapter 298 - 297: White-Collar Workers of the Kung Fu Era

Chapter 298: Chapter 297: White-Collar Workers of the Kung Fu Era

An order for over twenty meals was too much for one person to handle, even if they were all from the same restaurant. Shi Tiexin glanced at Skinny Xiaozhang, who was completely engrossed in a novel, and told him to come along.

"Help me out and I’ll give you five of the deliveries."

"You got it!"

Xiaozhang shot up from his bed with a kip-up and rushed out the door, his stance surprisingly steady. Shi Tiexin noted that while the guy’s aptitude was a bit low, his fundamentals were actually quite solid.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them arrived at the CBD of the Upper City District, stopping in front of an imposing and luxurious commercial building.

"Whoa, man, this building is seriously fancy! The client must be a huge company!" Xiaozhang stood there gawking like he’d never seen anything like it, his mouth hanging open as he looked all around.

"Stop gawking and make the delivery."

"Oh."

Shi Tiexin had one container on his back and, with a swift motion, picked up two more large food containers, one in each hand, carrying them as steadily as a monk with buckets of water. He walked into the building without a sideways glance. Xiaozhang, carrying only one container, grunted and groaned as he trailed behind. His energy cultivation was poor and his Body Refining was mediocre; in terms of physical fitness, he was clearly a cut below Shi Tiexin.

"Man, look! Everyone around us is some kind of high-powered elite!" Xiaozhang craned his neck, watching the suited men and women walking back and forth, all busy either on the phone or reading through documents.

His expression turned to one of shock and envy, especially when he saw people surrounded by entourages, striding forward with immense presence while assistants handed them documents to sign.

’I’ve always dreamed of working in a place like this. Too bad my Mind Arts are so terrible. I guess I don’t stand a chance.’

A commercial tower this tall was bound to have elevators.

As luck would have it, an elevator arrived just as they got there, its doors opening to reveal a car half-full of business people.

Shi Tiexin squeezed in with his three large containers, and Xiaozhang nervously followed, clutching his own.

Standing amidst a crowd of elegantly dressed people in suits, Xiaozhang tugged at his Jingtuan uniform, a look of inferiority on his face. He felt as though the others were looking at him with disdain and contempt, and he wilted like a dried eggplant, shrinking into himself.

In reality, no one was looking at him with contempt. In fact, they hadn’t even noticed him at all; the man shrinking in the corner was completely invisible to them. Their gazes were fixed on Shi Tiexin—the guy was huge, and he was carrying so much stuff. ’He’s making the elevator so crowded. How annoying!’

Shi Tiexin, the actual focus of their attention, remained unfazed. In fact, his presence was quite powerful.

A dozen floors flew by in an instant. The suited professionals poured out of the elevator, and only then did Xiaozhang finally take a breath, like a deflated balloon being refilled with air.

"Man, you’re so calm. Have you delivered to a business tower like this before?"

"No."

’This is my first time making a delivery here, but I’ve conducted inspections many times. In the previous world line, I took over the entire Hongshun Building, so I’m used to being surrounded by teams of suited elites. Even though I’m just a poor kid in the Main World Line, my perspective hasn’t regressed.’

Shi Tiexin was truly no longer the orphan he once was. At the very least, his mindset had undergone a fundamental change.

DING. The thirty-fourth floor. Shi Tiexin calmly picked up his containers and stepped out. Xiaozhang followed closely, timidly hiding behind Shi Tiexin’s broad back, just like one of Black Venerable’s minions.

They quickly arrived at the Le Keke Company.

The moment they stepped through the door, they were greeted by a bustling scene.

"Is the third case ready yet?"

"President Chen needs the proposal by this afternoon!"

"Director Liu, here’s the monthly financial report for Planning Division 2, if you could take a look..."

"Is the model for the Ryzen Bay home decor design finished? What do you mean, ’almost’? Hurry up!"

Being a design firm, they didn’t need a large space, so the office was densely packed. The moment the two entered, they heard shouts flying through the air and saw figures dashing about.

SWOOSH. A dark shape shot in from the side. Shi Tiexin sidestepped just in time to see a frisbee-like object graze past his cheek.

It was a folder. It flew like a boomerang for more than ten meters before a hand suddenly shot out from behind a low partition. The space between the thumb and forefinger opened wide, like a dog’s maw catching a frisbee. SNAP. The fingers closed, gripping the folder as securely as a canine’s bite, before retracting out of sight in a flash.

This sort of thing seemed to be happening constantly. All around them, people were throwing files with the technique of hidden-weapon masters and catching them with expert grappling moves. It felt less like an office and more like a small-scale martial arts dojo.

Xiaozhang was completely dumbfounded. He realized that not only were his Mind Arts not up to snuff, but his Power Arts were also far from good enough to be a white-collar worker here.

"Hey, Jingtuan! Over here!" A middle-aged woman at the front desk beckoned to them.

The woman was plain-looking, but her skills were incredible. She had a dozen or so cups of coffee dancing in the air between her hands, tumbling and turning to heat them evenly, releasing a fragrant aroma. As Shi Tiexin and Xiaozhang dodged flying file-frisbees to approach her, the woman waved her hands, and the cups all landed perfectly on four separate trays.

Frothed whole milk was immediately poured in. WHOOSH. The sound was delightful, the visual stunning. The brown of the coffee and the white of the milk instantly swirled together in a shameless embrace, making Xiaozhang’s mouth water just watching.

A stunningly curvaceous woman in high heels sauntered over, her hips swaying. With one hand, she effortlessly picked up all four trays as if fanning a deck of cards, then swayed away. No matter how her waist twisted, how her hips moved, or how many flirtatious glances she threw, not a single drop of coffee spilled before she knocked and entered an office.

"’Her lower-body stance is incredible!’ Xiaozhang stared, dumbfounded, at her twelve-centimeter heels, then glanced down at his own flat shoes. He felt like a complete and utter weakling. ’No wonder I couldn’t even push around the new guy,’ he thought."

"Stop spacing out. Let’s finish the delivery." Shi Tiexin handed over the food containers. The receptionist nonchalantly took the heavy containers and began unloading them one by one.

She checked the items against the order as she unpacked, striking up a friendly conversation. "You guys were pretty fast. Just in time, too. Otherwise, Xiaowang would be tearing his hair out again."

"Tearing his hair out?"

"Yep. Pretty normal for designers. There’s one case that keeps getting rejected, and the meeting about it still isn’t over. Xiaowang’s foundation is weak, so he can’t last. If he doesn’t replenish his vital energy soon, his hairline is definitely a goner."

Just as she said that, a heart-wrenching, miserable scream came from nearby.

"Father Client! Grandfather Client! Great Ancestor Client!" a young man howled into his phone, tearing at his hair. "Can’t you just tell me all the requirements at once?! I’ve already revised this draft eight times!"