Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH127

Chapter 127

Parsons hadn’t died yet, but he was already being missed. He held his phone in silence for a long time, staring at his reflection in the black mirror in front of him.

Apart from a slightly different skin tone, he wasn’t much different from his past life.

Did Jiang Jitang prefer him with darker skin?

“Ding dong,” another message arrived.

“Are you questioning life? Parcy, you look good no matter what. Heart to you.” Along with the message came a hand gesture forming a little heart.

After thinking for a moment, Parsons took a photo of his blurry reflection in the dark mirror.

“As always.”

Jiang Jitang, who was in the middle of eating under the pretext of “celebrating a promotion and raise,” almost jumped up: “Is he trying to provoke me on purpose?”

He didn’t get that “as always” meant “I’m still as good as before.” All he saw was Parsons maintaining such a good physique while he himself had consumed too much energy early in the morning.

Still, he stared at the photo for a while and finally decided to save it.

“Dear Mr. Parcy, are you free the day after tomorrow? May I have the honor of taking up a day of your time?”

“I’m free.”

Parsons’ reply was concise, not asking where they were going, nor fearing that Jiang Jitang would “sell him out.”

Jiang Jitang smiled and closed the chat window. The next message in the inbox was from Mrs. Jiang, who had texted yesterday.

Jiang Jitang forwarded the blurry profile photo to Mrs. Jiang: “Mom, this is Parsons, my good friend. Isn’t he handsome?”

From abroad, Jiang Sujin: …

She couldn’t help but ask the new assistant beside her: “Do normal friends send gym photos showing their physique? Of course, it’s somewhat blurred, nothing inappropriate. But that makes it even more suspicious—half hidden, you can interpret it either way.”

Backing off would just be showing off between friends. But going further… well, there are a lot of possibilities.

“My foolish son might not feel anything. Back in school, many people liked him, but he always thought they just wanted to copy his homework. But I’m not a fool.” The sensitive mother immediately sounded the alarm.

The assistant looked puzzled: “Sorry, could you say that again?”

“Fine, I’ll put it another way. When you have same-sex friends, do you care if they’re handsome? And even specially send photos to tell a parent: ‘Look, Mom, my friend is this handsome.’ Is that normal?”

“Perhaps…” the assistant chose her words carefully, “…they’re not normal friends?”

Jiang Sujin: …

“Achoo.” Jiang Jitang rubbed his nose while eating noodles. Just now, Director Tao had called; he had officially been promoted to “General Manager of the Eastern District of the Human Civilization Diversity Research Center,” abbreviated as “Eastern District Grand Manager Jiang of the Research Society.”

He had just graduated and was already a “GM.”

Jiang Jitang unapologetically requested a mature team to assist him. Ideally, they’d be versatile enough to handle everything without his intervention. He was here part-time; his main job was still delivering packages.

Despite such a capricious request, it was approved. Mr. Tao said that within three working days, the team, including office setup, would be ready.

Sister Xia was his chosen assistant, handling all matters for him, as before.

Considering Jiang Jitang’s special circumstances, no official driver or bodyguard was provided, but if needed, he could summon them anytime.

Now, all city heads in the Eastern District were his subordinates. He could assign tasks sent from above and handle any matters in the district.

Currently, his main task was clearing “real-world horror zones” in the Eastern District—that is, overseeing the scavenger and elite player teams in the district.

Additionally, he was to ensure the proper operation of the player system and maintain good relations with various forces.

Official departments had already been briefed and would cooperate if shown credentials. This mostly referred to civilian forces.

Due to the influence of the Western District, there was no time limit for dealing with rogue organizations; he was to establish good relations first.

“So there are so many civilian organizations,” he muttered, scrolling through the internal documents Director Tao sent him.

As the economically developed region, the Eastern District had many heirs of local tycoons who joined the game, forming teams to compete for in-game resources. Existing player organizations were also formidable. Currently, seven of the top ten domestic organizations were in the Eastern District, with Jin City enjoying the top three spots—relations were complex.

Officially, the domestic authorities still had the final say, so these organizations dared not act as in the Western District to push aside the authorities. At first glance, everything seemed calm.

Jiang Jitang flipped through the data until he found a breakthrough: a celebrity memorial event in a nearby city this week.

This celebrity was also a player who had died in the last game, but outside the game, it appeared as if he had committed suicide due to depression.

Then rumors spread that he hadn’t committed suicide but was murdered by a mysterious organization in a special game. Crazy fans might believe it, but ordinary people wouldn’t. Nothing serious was likely to happen.

“Grand Manager Jiang, are you worried something might go wrong? The likelihood is low. You know domestic authorities are strict, and only a few overly emotional fans would believe it. Most accept the suicide explanation.” Sister Xia said.

“No, I’m not worried about problems. I’m worried about it not causing problems.”

“Ah?”

Jiang Jitang discovered it was a familiar celebrity, originally a film actor, award-winning, then disappeared for years, and recently returned. His recent crime-detective web series were decent, but limited to online release due to subject matter.

“Check if there’s inside information about his death. In principle, emergency legal provisions apply in the instance, but if it’s intentional homicide, it’s different. A team will arrive in three days to assist you.”

“Are you sure you want to investigate deeply? It’s difficult in the instance, and it might trigger sensitive nerves of players,” Sister Xia warned. “If you act, our Eastern District organization could become the enemy of society players.”

There had been an unspoken rule: instance matters shouldn’t carry into the real world. Players with grudges resolve them in-game.

However, real-world laws and morality shouldn’t dictate in-game actions.

The instance is like the martial world in wuxia novels. Jiang Jitang intervening… Six Gates?

“Modern law doesn’t apply between players and NPCs, but among domestic players, they are equals. Player freedom sounds fair, but is it really fair between high-level and low-level, wealthy and commoner players? Is the instance truly fair against real-world influence?”

Sister Xia was silent. If real-world power couldn’t influence the instance, there wouldn’t be high-level players accepting murder contracts, nor continuous flow of in-game items to elites. Absolute freedom creates maximum unfreedom.

“As long as the victim is a domestic player, this must be investigated to the end, no matter their background or foreign affiliation,” Jiang Jitang said, recalling Eastern players in J-Nation discussing harming domestic players.

“Instance matters can stay in the instance, but for domestic players, domestic law applies. Opposers? Ignore them—those hiding in the shadows aren’t scary.”

Unlike some special forces acting openly, Jiang Jitang had his methods.

“This matter is entrusted to you. I’m young, impetuous; hope they bear with it.”

Finally finding a breakthrough, he needed a victim—this celebrity or someone else.

“I understand,” Sister Xia said, ready for action. Handling details was her profession.

By now, it was almost noon. Jiang Jitang wasn’t hungry. He took out paper and pen, continuing to read task details, preparing materials for the first task:

160,000 yuan for a dowry for a man entering an arranged marriage.

Literally true.

Reading further, he discovered the story behind the arranged marriage.

Feng’s tribe and the bride’s tribe were on the same plain. Feng’s tribe had a small area, and this year’s drought caused poor harvests and livestock reduction, threatening survival through a harsh four-month winter.

At a courtship dance, Feng met the bride, daughter of a large tribe’s leader, who promised to help Feng’s rabbit tribe. The marriage was both a wedding and an international aid arrangement.

The wedding date was set; Jiang Jitang’s “dowry” would be delivered, the wedding held, and other tribes invited.

With the dowry, Feng’s tribe could purchase food at low cost. Free was impossible—neither tribe leader would allow it—but it was worth the risk for survival.

System confirmation led to the excavation of a 360-year-old golden nanmu tree. The system chose this tree for its high crystal content.

Jiang Jitang asked if funds could be used for disaster relief. System: “Hinted, but they didn’t understand.”

Regardless, the task was “materials for independent living”—the dowry. He would prepare accordingly; how the bride’s tribe used it was their choice.

With this dual purpose, Jiang Jitang first bought shelled wheat from the same supplier as before. Fresh, full grains, best value.

Previously, he bought 200 jin (100 kg), receiving an extra 10 jin. This time he needed 20 tons at 3.2 yuan per kg, in 200-jin sacks. Cost: 64,000 yuan. Delivery in two days, but the vendor agreed to deliver tomorrow at Jiang Jitang’s request.

At the agricultural market, he also bought: Dates: 1,000 jin at 6 yuan/jin (6,000 yuan); Coarse iodized salt: 2 tons at 520 yuan/ton (1,000 yuan); Honey: 200 jin of wildflower honey at 12 yuan/jin (2,400 yuan).

Next, livestock: three wooden carts, three strong black oxen (16,550 yuan total), and 30 small-tail cold sheep for 56,000 yuan.

Feng’s tribe lived on the vast plain. As a large tribe of over ten thousand people, private property system, almost a small state. The bride was the leader’s daughter, status like royalty. Feng’s “planting” and “raising” skills were unlocked, so carts and livestock were essential for economic independence.

Finally, tools for polishing bone implements and pottery were needed. After this, 4,450 yuan remained from the 160,000 yuan budget.

Jiang Jitang remained optimistic, confident he could deliver a dowry that was both impressive and practical.