Many years ago, the slaughterhouse was a chaotic place with no order. The one with the biggest fist was the boss. The hard-earned pigs by the butchers were often stolen by their colleagues in the middle of the night. The pig-headed butcher initially thought this chaos would continue until the day it became braised pork. Until, that is, a woman named Lu Zhi arrived.
Before becoming a pollutant, this woman seemed to be a workplace elite, a king of the new era, successful in her career. Lu Zhi, even after becoming a pollutant, was not to be underestimated. First, she united and integrated the pork market in City X. Later, she established a new era pork processing factory in the southern mountains, abandoning the outdated manual pig slaughtering methods. Now, her business spanned across five continents and seven oceans.
As a result, the original butchers of the slaughterhouse, unable to defeat Lu Zhi, were forced to become her employees. It can be seen that opportunities always favor prepared pollutants. Without knowledge, pollutants would remain at the bottom of society.
In the past, butchers were free, but now they had to sit in the factory from 9 am to 6 pm, year-round. Fortunately, the monthly salary was high, and there was occasional overtime pay. The old-fashioned way of placing orders through mailbox requests had long been outdated.
Not long ago, Boss Lu Zhi went to City K and claimed to have found a promising talent. Everyone thought she would bring back a new butcher, but she unexpectedly brought back a seaweed person.
This seaweed person was a programmer in his previous life. After coming to City X, he worked overtime and developed a slaughterhouse app. Now, customers could simply order fresh pork with a tap on their phones. Since there weren't enough slaughterhouse butchers, Lu Zhi even contacted the owner of the floating island and hired some bird people as deliverymen.
Although the era was advancing, some old customers, especially those who transformed into animals, still couldn't adapt to using smartphones. Therefore, the method of ordering through mailboxes was still retained. After scanning the mailbox orders, the orders would be delivered to the corresponding level of butchers according to customer requirements.
Mailbox orders had an advantage; under the influence of the rules, there was no need to worry about customers not paying.
Since becoming the slaughterhouse's "company slave," butchers went from having a leisurely life to a routine of receiving salary and going to and from work. If butchers wanted some extra income, they had to grab orders from the slaughterhouse's employee app.
The pig-headed butcher was an honest pig. Because of his lack of education, he always lost in grabbing orders against other butchers. Before Lu Yan's order arrived, he hadn't opened his shop for three months.
At this point, the pig-headed butcher was furious, "Among all the butchers who have shops, I am the only one evolved from a feed pig! The others are either humans or leopards and tigers from the mountains. They always laugh behind my back, saying I always lose money in my business, calling pigs stupid. If it weren't for the boss backing me up, I would have gone out of business long ago!"
Its large cleaver deeply plunged into the cutting board, "What's wrong with being a pig? Just because I'm a pig, I have to face workplace discrimination? Besides the boss, who among the butchers here is as capable as I am? Nobles and generals, is there any difference!"
Lu Yan suddenly felt a deep respect for it.
System: [Even pigs can speak classical Chinese, what excuse do humans have not to strive?]
"I believe in you," Lu Yan's voice was sincere, "You can definitely complete this order excellently."
The pig-headed butcher said, "Alright. Although there's a strange smell on you, you're still a straightforward person. Tell me, what kind of pig do you want?"
Lu Yan replied, "The pig I want is currently locked in the City X Pollution Disease Prevention and Control Center, named Zong Yan. It must be alive. Fresh meat."
Lu Yan took out his phone and showed the pig-headed butcher Zong Yan's ID photo.
The handsome young man had white hair, red eyes, half of his face destroyed, quite trendy.
The pig-headed butcher's pig face looked at Lu Yan.
In its eyes, an undisguised greed was revealed.
This kind of fierceness even gave people a creepy feeling.
Lu Yan never forgot that the pollution value of the pollutant in front of him had reached 7700, but he still maintained his calm expression.
After all, he was a customer. Besides him, there were many other customers here. Presumably, for the reputation of the slaughterhouse, the pig-headed butcher wouldn't dare to act recklessly.
"The Prevention and Control Center..." The pig-headed butcher let out a sinister cold laugh, "Although there's no human in City X who can withstand my knife, buying a pig from the Prevention and Control Center won't be cheap."
As it spoke, a foul smell emanated from its mouth, like a sewer that hadn't been cleaned in 20 years.
"However, since you can become a customer of the slaughterhouse, there must be something on you that can afford the high reward."
The butcher squinted slightly, lifted the teapot, poured itself a cup of blood, and drank it all.
The system suddenly said at this moment: [Put on that piece of human skin paper right now, immediately, find a place for it.]
Since coming out of Mermaid Island, the talent of entering dreams had disappeared from the human skin paper. The tattoos on it were still visible, but unless there was a need to go to the divine realm, this piece of human skin paper had become almost useless.
Lu Yan considered destroying it, but the human skin paper was impervious to cutting and piercing, immune to water and fire. He was worried that if this piece of paper fell into the wrong hands, it might become a tool for the extreme teachings.
With the large population in Huaxia, if the extreme teachings spread through word of mouth, things would become especially troublesome.
Therefore, Lu Yan always carried this piece of human skin paper with him.
So, without waiting for the pig-headed butcher to say anything else, Lu Yan asked, "Is there a restroom?"
The pig-headed butcher frowned, "Why?"
Lu Yan candidly said, "I'm a marine creature, prone to dehydration. Thirsty."
Pork Butcher grumbled with a gruff voice, "The things in your sea are nothing but trouble. Nowadays, besides humans, who else still takes a dump?"
With that, he lifted the curtain of the pork stall, saying, "There's a faucet at that worktable inside."
That worktable undoubtedly served the purpose of handling the bloodstains left by slaughtered pigs. Madam Lu, the owner of the slaughterhouse, had a slight obsession with cleanliness. Once, due to the butcher's meat shop being too dirty, she deducted half a month's salary during a covert inspection.
The room had no lights, casting it in dimness. The butcher's worktable was essentially a large sink. The drain was clogged with numerous hairs, making the bottom of the sink damp and sticky to the shoe soles.
Lu Yan tried his best not to look at the various human heads hanging on the wall behind the worktable.
[When humans hunt, they like to cut off the heads of predators as room decorations. Obviously, pollutants do the same.]
[These heads are from the seniors of your Special Operations Department over the past few decades.]
The Harbingers from the Special Operations Department were well aware of this place in X City, extremely dangerous, and had considered eliminating the pollutant. They had made attempts but failed. The results were too painful with no survivors, so headquarters had to temporarily suspend this meaningless sacrifice, maintaining a fragile balance.
Lu Yan turned on the faucet silently. Several meters behind him, the butcher, holding a cleaver, leaned against the doorway, watching intently.
His palm split open like a mouth, and he gulped down water like a kingfisher.
Kingfishers didn't need water, but pollutants hadn't been sparing in their consumption. However, Big Boy seemed to understand the unusual situation and drank tap water without complaint.
Half a minute later, Lu Yan turned off the faucet and took out a piece of human skin paper from his jacket pocket to wipe his hands.
His every move was quite natural. The human skin paper was crumpled into Big Boy's mouth. When it was spat out after a while, it became much more obedient, sticking gently to Lu Yan's hand, merging with his original skin.
That dark, voyeuristic feeling resurfaced once again.
Seeing Lu Yan coming out, the pork butcher rubbed his nose, "I'm about to finish work. Hurry up and come sign the order."
Lu Yan naturally had no objection. The order was a standard contract, allowing customers to choose the delivery location and time.
[Fill in a week later.]
[Location, write Luochuan Botanical Garden.]
Lu Yan complied. When not writing medical cases, his handwriting was actually quite good.
The butcher stuffed the order into the pocket of his apron. "Money in one hand, goods in the other. We do business at the slaughterhouse, always fair. But to prevent customers from backing out, sometimes we have to use some tricks." He chuckled and took out a red-hot branding iron from the gas stove. "I need to stamp a pork seal. Choose a spot yourself."
[In simple terms, this pork seal is equivalent to a contract. It can forcibly collect rewards from the signing party.]
Lu Yan raised an eyebrow, unable to resist asking, "What will it take from me?"
[Most likely, Big Boy.] The system chuckled along, [But who said you were signing a contract with it? That piece of skin on your hand doesn't belong to you.]
Lu Yan instantly understood. He took off his gloves, revealing the back of his left hand, calmly saying, "Stamp it here."
Whether it was his illusion or not, the human skin paper on his hand suddenly wriggled frantically.
In contrast, Lu Yan's original skin erupted with golden fish scales, thin white lines extending out, gripping the human skin paper tightly, intertwining it with his skin.
The human skin paper, outnumbered, felt extreme pain.
Originally tasked with spreading the faith, it had just detached from the back of the true master.
But things don't always go as planned.
The missionary it had originally selected got cut by Lu Yan.
Later, the human skin paper tried to convert Lu Yan into a believer but was beaten into a tattoo by Big Boy.
Now, due to uncontrollable circumstances, it had to betray its sleeping master thousands of miles away.
The human skin paper welled up with tears.
System: [I'm crying, just pretending. Go and give Big Boy an extra meal.]
The butcher glanced over.
On Lu Yan's hand, there was a beautiful black tattoo. However, for some reason, the skin on his hand was slightly uneven.
However, this wasn't something the butcher, as a butcher, would care about. He wasn't a doctor.
With a sinister smile, the pork butcher branded the scalding iron onto Lu Yan's hand.
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