Chapter 17 Delivery Messenger

Blooshoe Village pub and hotel.

On weekdays, there are relatively few players, and none of Ning Chen's friends are there.

I asked for a pot of spirits, and two large pieces of barbecue, with 2 muffins. His purse was completely empty. He put the barbecue on the plate for the mother and son to eat. He drank spirits with muffins and drank a few glasses of wine. The whole body was warm. The wound was not so painful, and his body was not so sour. The wine was really a good thing. West.

He had to find a more formal job to support himself. He thought, he stuffed two mouthfuls of muffins. After these two muffins, the next meal was gone, and he didn't have enough. He even buried his mother and son and son to starve with him. Do you still want her to go out hunting? Now my eyes are full of people. If I really go out to hunt someone, it will be a big trouble.

At this time, there are still few people in the pub. The indigenous people either go home to rest after the evening shift or just started work. No one comes to drink and chat, and there are not enough players. The online people are training crazily in the wild. Naturally, they will not be online.

The door was pushed open with a loud crash, and a man hurried in wrapped in a cool breeze and fell on the counter with a crash.

"Boss, there is an email here. Remember to transfer them out in the afternoon. There are several very important ones sent to Thunder Cliff." Before the words fell, he had gone out and seemed to be in a hurry. Ning Chen had never seen this indigenous character before, which greatly aroused his interest.

With a touch of his mouth, Ning Chen came to the boss who picked up the letter and smiled almost: "Boss, who is he?"

"How do I know who he is? There are so many people delivering express delivery every day..." The boss was busy stacking up the messy mail on the counter and grabbed Ning Chen without raising his head.

"Oh..." It doesn't matter if you are robbed. The purpose has been achieved. It turns out that the cow is a courier. "So, it seems that you still need a courier?"

"Courier?" The boss finally looked up at him in his busy schedule, "Oh, you're talking about sending messengers, right? Yes, there is a shortage of people. Now those who can move have been sent to the front line to fight, and those who are poor will come to deliver express delivery. It is said that he is a messenger. In fact, he does cow work, eats pig rice, and takes the salary of ants. No one is willing to do it. The family is a little *, and they are all working as guards on Thunder Cliff.

"What do you think of me?" Ning Chen became energetic as soon as he heard this, sorted out his leaf skirt, and stood respectfully in front of the boss.

"You?" At this time, the boss looked at him seriously, "The physique is okay, but what's wrong with your dress? Dress up as a trendy cow? What this industry needs is not trendy cattle, but down-to-earth people who are willing to endure hardships... But forget it, I'm really short of manpower here. Didn't you see it? I have to run a pub and sorting mail, and I have to deliver it later, so what's better? You'll be on duty today?

"That's no problem, but what about the salary?" Ning Chen was excited.

"Free food and accommodation, two months of internship, 2 silver coins in the first month, 3 silver coins in the second month, 4 silver coins after becoming a regularization, um... Originally, we didn't have a work uniform, but you obviously can't deliver it like this, otherwise I'm afraid that my site will be withdrawn, so I borrowed your clothes to wear from here. Deduct from the monthly salary. How about if you don't mind getting on duty immediately? Come and help me sorting and teach you some business knowledge by the way.

Although the salary is surprisingly low, food and accommodation still has greatly attracted Ning Chen, who has no clue to survive at present. At least now he has settled down and has a relatively formal job. He is satisfied, which is much better than being hunted down by this one and being chased by that one for two days.

On the first day of work, I went to Thunder Cliff to deliver parcels and letters. There were official parcels and private mail, most of which were players. The small number was sent to the large number, the large number was sent to the small number, the friend sent to another friend, and so on.

Courier, there is another beautiful name in Azeroth - delivery messenger. In this world full of the Internet, online shopping has become the first choice for most young people to shop. Before coming to Azeroth, Ning Chen was also an online shopping enthusiast. He once exaggerated that he had to buy online every time he was a pack of toilet paper. When the clerk refused to deliver goods upstairs, he had to complain a lot. Ning Chen, who is now walking on the road from Blood Hoof Village to Thunder Cliff with two big bags on his back, fully understands the hardship of this job, and can't help but have more understanding and sympathy for those couriers coming and down in the wind and rain.

I hope it won't rain. Before leaving, he found that the sky was gray and there were signs of rain, so he tried to borrow a Kodo beast from his boss to ride, but he was severely rejected on the grounds that he had not yet obtained a jockey license and was arrested for being charged.

"NND, if it rains, will it rain?" When the raindrops fell on his head, Ning Chen cursed regret. He felt that he was unlucky. Since he came here, nothing has been smooth.

I don't know if the store owner lent him this suit of clothes that he wore when he was a teenager. Don't mention the shabby ones. It doesn't matter if there is a childish Kedo beast embroidered on his chest. Unexpectedly, the whole sleeve and legs are short. Now it's funny for Ning Chen to wear this dress. His big hands and big feet are all exposed, and he still needs to be deducted. Half a month's salary, black-hearted.

There is a letter sent to the senior high-level of the Thunder Cliff elders Heights, dripping with wax and stamped. More than 20 letters are for players, most of which are remittances, a few are parcels, and the rest are all private parcels of those indigenous people. I don't know what they have mailed. It's so heavy.

Based on the principle of first high-level, then indigenous, and finally the player, he finally sent out packages. Now the remaining task is to put the player's mail into the player's mailbox, and today's work will probably be completed.

Just as he opened the mailbox, there was one more person behind him.

"Oh?"

Ning Chen was shocked and looked back. It turned out to be Wally, a lifesaver.

"The benefactor! You are here..."

"Well, we are applying for the guild here. Are you there too? It's... quite chic." Wari said.

"Well, it's okay, it's okay..." Ning Chen was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. The hunter should have worn leather clothes, but he was currently dressed in cloth, and most of his arms and legs were exposed outside. Forget it. The shadow burial mother and son followed closely, and the little stone still sniffed around the tile from time to time, and he was still Carrying a conspicuous bow, why is it so embarrassing when all this adds up?