Chapter 1672 - 859: Shake It Up_3

No plastic surgery required, just change your name and we'll pretend we don't recognize you.

In contrast, what the leaders focus on most is actually the underlying context behind this matter... and even the restlessness that's been distributed across other Desert Markets these days.

"Look at the commotion..."

[Hai] sighed with emotion, "Just a little bit of news leaked out, and everyone below is about to explode."

"Isn't it quite good?"

[Chen] said with a smile, "It's a good thing, all good things."

"Good for what?" [Wei] frowned: "After just a few years of being settled, one by one they start to stir up trouble everywhere... if this continues, there won't be any rules left."

"It's not that troublesome, as long as the leader is there, the rules are there. Whatever rules the leader wants, there will be those rules."

[Chen] maintained his smile: "If [Hermit] wants to change some rules, then change them. It's a good thing for everyone. This is also a chance to weed out the incompetent. I'd like to see how much real gold remains after the sands have been sifted."

"Isn't this going off on a tangent?"

[Hai] finished his tea, casually picked up the stamp representing the highest authority of the dark side of the present, and stamped it on the application along with some tea crumbs and biscuit bits.

"Alright, this matter is over."

He tossed the application into the tube beside him, giving a final indifferent command, "Since you want to do something, go draw a lot."

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Three minutes later, the leader's order and a lottery box were delivered by a staff member to the lounge next to the conference room, bringing the leader's instructions.

"The kid just grew up, no need to be shocked."

The staff member presented the lottery box, conveying the leader's original words: "I figured, since you're here, and it's from the leader, might as well shake a lot."

Suddenly, An De and An Neng, the two brothers, looked at each other in surprise, staring collectively at the lottery box in front of them.

Then, their excitement built up as they rubbed their hands together.

This is rare.

Never played it before!

This is the final test issued regarding Ling Shuo's application.

Even though the structure of Desert Market is loose, chaotic internally, with countless eccentricities, it's not a public toilet—come and go as you please.

Even if it's a process, at least there's some rule.

Like the pre-test before joining a gang, since you're so eager to contribute to Desert Market, show it by doing a task for Desert Market first.

Draw any task from the lottery, and whichever one you draw, that's the one you do. Succeed or fail, that's how it is—if you fail, sorry, it just means you're not capable enough.

We'll explore the front area later.

As for the tasks on the sticks, they're all sorts of chaotic stuff.

Apart from the troublesome, difficult, and low-profit orders, which Desert Market must accept for various reasons, the leaders occasionally toss in something at a whim.

Like ten wolf carcasses, a Heavenly Person's head, a Federation pop star concert ticket, hunting for antiques, cultivating rare flowers, hair care, and makeup...

The upper and lower limits are ridiculously absurd.

Ever since its inception, it's rarely used as an actual test but often applied as a disciplinary measure for those who break rules yet want to redeem themselves.

It's all about leaving it to fate, and prosperity depending on destiny.

Thrilling!

The brothers didn't expect that upon visiting the headquarters, they could even play around with this, immediately diving into it without hesitation, each grabbing the lottery and shaking it vigorously.

Fun, love to play, want to play more!

Until with a clang, a stick shot out of the barrel with uncanny accuracy and landed on the table.

The stick was a deep red, almost black, making the two pause slightly, then start grimacing.

Oh no!

Played too hard and might be putting too much pressure on that Season kid?

This color stick is usually the worst kind of all types.

An urgent, time-sensitive order!

And the most troublesome and difficult kind to handle...

[Shenyi Chenliu]

An De moved quickly, picking it up directly, wanting to put it back and shake again, but was sternly stopped by the glare of Yuan Xing.

"What are you doing, playing with the lot?"

"I didn't do well just now, doesn't count." An De resonated: "One more time."

"Joking, since this rule was established in Desert Market, I've never heard of anyone getting another chance."

Yuan Xing warned seriously, snatching the stick: "Luck is also a part of strength; if you think you can't do it, you can go talk to the leader."

"Tut tut tut, no choice, uncle, we've done our best this time."

Beside him, An Neng shrugged, watching the stick being taken away for interpretation, shook his head, sighed, "Looks like White Deer's not backing you up this time, little brother."

Three minutes later, the interpreted slip and its represented order were brought back.

In the dead silence, the three lowered their heads to look at the order on the table, staying silent for a long time.

Then they laughed.

An De and An Neng were amused, while Yuan Xing had been left speechless, unable to comprehend.

Can this even happen?

It was a large order from the Northern Realm, urgently requesting a purchase of a huge quantity of weapons, Alchemy Bullets, arms, steel, and everything needed for war.

Everything was accepted, the more the better!

Reasonably, such a hot commodity would have been snagged instantly the moment it appeared, never ending up thrown in here.