After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

67/Seven Streams

For many years, the slaughterhouse was a place of chaos, with no order at all. Whoever has the bigger fist is the boss.

The butchers worked hard to find the meat pigs, and they were often stolen by their peers in the middle of the night.

The pig's head butcher felt that the confusion would continue the day it was made into braised pork. Straight, the woman's name is Lu Zhi.

This woman is becoming a pollutant. She seems to be an elite in the workplace, a volume king in the new era, and has a successful career.

Lv Zhi was not to be outdone after becoming a pollutant. First, he integrated vertical and horizontal lines to integrate the pork market in X City, and later opened a new-era pork processing factory in Shannan Province, abandoning the old labor force. The backward production method of slaughtering pigs, today's business covers five continents and seven oceans.

And the butchers in the original slaughterhouse were forced to become employees because they couldn't beat Lu Zhi.

Thus, the opportunity has always been reserved for prepared pollutants.

Pollutants, without knowledge, will only be the bottom of society.

So, the butchers are free. Now I have to work in the factory from 9:00 in the morning to 6:00 in the afternoon, and have a rest all year round.

Fortunately, the monthly salary is high, and there are occasional overtime pay.

Postbox delivery needs, this way of ordering, has long been outdated.

After a while, Boss Lu Zhi went to K City and said that he found a good seedling.

Everyone thought she would bring back a new butcher, but it turned out to be a seaweed man.

This seaweed life is a programmer. After the market, he worked overtime to develop a slaughterhouse app. Now customers can get fresh pork with just one click on their mobile phones.

Because there were not enough butchers in the slaughterhouse, Lu Zhi also specially contacted the owner of the floating island and hired some birdmen as couriers for the slaughterhouse.

Although the times are progressing, there are still some old customers who do not know how to change, especially the group of animals who have changed, and many pollutants have not yet learned to use mobile phones.

Therefore, the method of mailbox order is still reserved ‌‌‌. After the mailbox is scanned, the order will be sent to the butcher of the corresponding level according to the customer's needs.

There is an advantage to the mailbox order, that is, in the role of the law, there is no need to worry about the customer not being able to pay.

Since becoming the social animals of the slaughterhouse, the butchers have gone from watching the sky to eat to working on the job with wages.

If the butcher wanted more oil and water to subsidize his family, he could only grab the order on the slaughterhouse enterprise employee app.

The pig butcher is an old pig.

Because of his lack of culture, he can't win against other butchers when he grabs orders.

Before Lu Yan's order, he had not opened it for three months.

When he said this, the pig head butcher was furious: "Among all the butchers who have opened a shop, I am the only one who evolved to feed pigs! Others are either humans or leopards and tigers in the mountains. They always laugh at me behind their backs, To say that I always lose money in opening a store, and to say that a pig is stupid, if it wasn't for the boss, I wouldn't be able to go there long ago!"

Its machete digs deep into the chopping block: "What about pigs? Just because I am a pig, am I going to be discriminated against in the workplace?! Except for the boss, who is as good as me as a butcher here?  Xiang, I would rather have a seed!"

Lu Yan was immediately awe-inspiring.

System: [Pigs can speak classical Chinese, so what qualifications do humans have to not work hard? ]

"I believe in you." Lu Yan's voice was very sincere, "You will definitely be able to fulfill this order well."

The pig head butcher said: "Okay. Although your body smells a bit strange, it is also a refreshing person. Say, what kind of pig do you want to buy?"

Lu Yan: "The pig I want to buy is now locked up at the X City Pollution Disease Control Center, called Zong Yan. It wants to live. The live meat is fresh."

Lu Yan took out his mobile phone and showed the pig head butcher Zong Yan's ID photo.

Handsome guy with white hair and red eyes, half of his face disfigured, very fashionable.

The pig-headed butcher's pig face looked at Lu Yan.

In its eyes, there is undisguised greed.

This ferocious light even makes people feel creepy.

Lu Yan never forgot that the pollution value of the pollutants on the surface was as high as 7700, but his expression remained calm.

After all, he is still a customer. Besides him, there are many other guests here. Presumably because of the reputation of the slaughterhouse, the pig head butcher did not dare to be presumptuous.

"The prevention and control center..." The pig head butcher gave a sneering laugh, "Although there is not a single human who can be stabbed by me in X City, it is not cheap to go to the prevention and control center to buy pigs."

When it speaks, the fishy smell in its mouth is faced directly, like a waterway that has not been washed in 20 years.

"However, since you can be a customer of the slaughterhouse. Then there must be something in you that can pay a high price."

The butcher squinted slightly, he raised the teapot, poured himself a glass of blood, and drank it.

At this time, the system suddenly said: [The human skin, now, immediately, immediately, find a place to paste it. ]

Since Mermaid Island came out, Human Skin has lost his talent for dreaming. The tattoo on it is still out, but if it is not necessary to go to the kingdom of God, this person's skin will become waste paper.

Lu Yan thought about destroying it, but the human skin was invulnerable to swords and guns.

He was worried that this piece of paper would go out and become a cult of Elysium again.

Huaxia has a large population. When there is a phenomenon of human-to-human transmission in the Bliss religion, things will become extra troublesome.

Therefore, Lu Yan always carried this human skin paper with him.

So, without waiting for the pig's head butcher to say a word, Lu Yan asked, "Is there a bathroom?"

The pig head butcher frowned: "What?"

Lu Yan said frankly: "I am a marine creature, I am prone to lack of water. I am thirsty."

The pig-headed butcher said in a stern voice: "Your stuff in the sea is trouble, now who would **** except humans?"

Saying that, he opened the curtain of the pork shop: "The workbench inside has a tap."

This workbench, there is no doubt that it is used to deal with the blood stains left by meat pigs.

The owner of the slaughterhouse, Ms. Lu, is a slightly clean-obsessed pollutant. Because the pig's head butcher's butcher's shop was dirty, he deducted half a month's salary during private visits.

There are no lights in the room, it's very dim.

The Butcher's Workbench is a big sink. The drain hole was blocked by a lot of hair, the bottom of the sink was wet, and the sole felt extra sticky when you stepped on it.

Lu Yan tried his best not to look at the various heads hanging on the wall behind the workbench.

[When humans hunt, they like to cut the heads of raptors as room decorations. Obviously, the same goes for pollutants. ]

[These heads are all from your special operations department in the past ten years. ]

Of course, the Apocalypse of the Special Operations Department knew that there is such a smuggler in X City, which is very dangerous, and they also thought about removing the pollution.

They tried and failed. Because the outcome of a lifetime is too tragic, the headquarters can only suspend this meaningless sacrifice. maintain this delicate balance.

Lu Yan turned on the water faucet in silence. Behind him, a few meters away, the butcher with a machete in his hand leaned against the door and stared at him.

His palm cracked open a mouth, and the kingfish gulps water.

King fish do not need drinking water, and they do not eat pollutants.

However, the old man obviously understands that the situation is special today, and he drinks his own water without complaining.

Half a minute later, Lu Yan turned off the faucet, took out the vellum paper from his jacket pocket, and wiped his hands.

Everything he does is very natural.

The human skin paper was rubbed into the mouth of the king fish, and when it would spit it out, it became much more obedient, sticking meekly on the back of Lu Yan's hand, and merging with the original skin. as one.

That dark, peeped feeling resurfaced again.

The pig head butcher saw Lu Yan coming out, and rubbed his nose: "I'm going to work soon. Hurry up and sign the order."

Lu Yan naturally had no opinion.

The order is a standard contract, and the customer can choose the delivery location and delivery time.

[Time to fill in one week later. ]

[Location, write Luochuan Botanical Garden. ]

Lu Yan did as he did.

When he is not writing the case, his handwriting is very beautiful.

The pig butcher stuffed the order into the pocket of his apron.

"One-handed payment, second-hand delivery. We do business in the slaughterhouse and deceive children. However, in order to prevent customers from running orders, sometimes we have to use some small tricks." He smiled and said from In the gas stove, I took out a red-hot soldering iron, "I have to put a pork stamp on it. You can choose a place yourself."

[Simply put, this pork chapter is equivalent to a contract. Remuneration can be enforced from the signatory. ]

Lu Yan's eyebrows couldn't help but pick: "What will it take away from me?"

[If nothing else, it's a big boy. ] The system also laughed out loud, [However, who said you were signing a contract with it? The skin on the back of your hand is not yours. ]

Lu Yan understood in seconds, he took off his gloves, revealing the back of his left hand, and calmly said, "Come on."

I don't know if it was his delusion or not, but the vellum paper on the back of his hand suddenly squirms wildly.

On the contrary, Lu Yanyuan's skin lifted up pieces of golden fish scales, and thin white lines protruded out, grasping the human skin tightly and holding it on the back of his hand.

The human skin paper is outnumbered, and it is extremely painful.

It has a missionary life, and it is stripped from the back of God's hand.

It's just unpredictable.

The missionaries it had originally chosen were killed by Lu Yandao.

Later, Human Skin wanted to develop Lu Yan into a believer, but was beaten into a tattoo by Wang Yu.

 Today, even because of force majeure, the master who is still sleeping thousands of miles away is stabbed in the back...

Human skin teared up.

System: [I cry, I installed it. Let's go back and feed my eldest. ]

The pig-headed butcher glanced.

There is a beautiful black tattoo on the back of Lu Yan's hand. I just don't know why, but the skin on the back of my hand is a little uneven.

However, this is not a concern as a butcher, and it is not a doctor.

The pig-headed butcher grinned and stamped the hot iron on it.