Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH65

Chapter 65

“Huh?”

Jiang Jitang opened the triple-layered package. The first thing that appeared was a deep blue square box, tied with a ribbon.

He untied the ribbon, took out a product manual and a letter filled with foreign text, then lifted the semi-transparent paper. In front of him lay a milk-tea-colored men’s scarf.

Made of cashmere, it felt silky to the touch, with a hint of silk texture.

“This actually feels even better than the cashmere scarf I had my eye on,” Jiang Jitang murmured to himself.

He had wanted to buy that cashmere scarf last year, but the price—nearly eight hundred yuan—was too high. He hadn’t dared. Now, his mother had sent him one that felt even better.

Jiang Jitang examined it carefully, found a tag also filled with foreign text, and learned that it was made with a high content of white goat down cashmere, called “Kashmir” cashmere.

Besides the cashmere scarf, there were two more exquisitely packaged boxes.

One contained an emerald gemstone ring, accompanied by both a certificate for the raw stone and a certificate for the set stone. The other was handmade chocolate, with a handwritten letter from the maker specifying the ingredients for each piece and highlighting potential allergens.

One was his favorite; the other… also his favorite.

Jiang Jitang held his face in his hands. In both this life and the last, he had loved gold and gemstones, but he was picky—he liked ornate designs. Most men’s styles on the market were too plain for him.

Others might try to change his “unmanly” taste, but Mrs. Jiang would only blame herself for not having enough money to support her child’s preferences.

Mrs. Jiang had sent an emerald ring with an internationally recognized certificate, with a relatively neutral design.

The 18k gold setting wasn’t that expensive, and the accompanying diamonds weren’t either. What made it costly was the natural emerald—3.2 carats, classic emerald cut, slightly oily, with a vivid green color. Jiang Jitang didn’t know how many months of her salary it had taken.

His knowledge of gemstones was simple: shiny and beautiful colors; size didn’t matter much.

“Is it pretty?” Jiang Jitang asked Golden Eye.

He already wore the ring. Rotating his finger, he could see the natural inclusions and textures in the stone. Its color leaned toward golden green, with a subtle teal tone—somewhat like the ring he wore in his previous life, only smaller.

Of course, that one in his past life had been a magical stone, capable of speeding up spell casting. In a magical world, all gemstones carried magical attributes; they weren’t purely decorative.

“It’s pretty.” Golden Eye was Jiang Jitang’s creation. They shared the same aesthetic—sparkling, how could it not be pretty?

Hearing this made Jiang Jitang grin. He ate one piece of handmade chocolate and fed one to Golden Eye, storing the rest in a refrigerated cabinet to savor later. “So delicious.”

[Mom, I got your gift! I love it, love you~] He sent a message with photos overseas. Jiang Sujin, at work, picked up her phone to see her son in the middle of summer, wearing a scarf and gemstone ring, smiling at the camera.

Silly kid.

[Like it? I’ll buy more next time.] Jiang Sujin put away her phone, all her fatigue melting away.

Jiang Jitang also sent a photo of the ring to Parsons: [Does it look like my old ring?]

Parsons’ memories were stirred. Whenever Jiang Jitang visited a place, he collected magical inlay stones from the local specialty products. Parsons loved gifting him all sorts of magical jewelry—reds, greens, blues—the deeper the color, the better.

“Darker skin suits richly colored gemstones best,” Jiang Jitang had said. The outside world prized gemstones for their magical properties, but he simply liked the appearance.

Parsons had once worried that his close friend might starve on the streets, so he had sent half of his private treasury.

Later, he learned that most of those gemstones came from noble families’ private collections. Jiang Jitang kept the best for himself or for gifting; those he didn’t like were turned into magical items to fund rebel activities.

As a great mage, Jiang Jitang’s magical tools were highly sought after, yet he personally only wore one green gemstone ring to speed up magic, simply because it looked beautiful.

“Do I have a ruby in my private collection?” Parsons called his personal assistant.

His parents had passed away early; only a distant grandfather and a somewhat eager uncle remained. His parents had left him considerable wealth, including gemstones for future appreciation.

Among them was a vivid pigeon-blood ruby, over seven carats—rarely seen in that size.

“Please make it into a gemstone brooch. You can find an Eastern designer; I want Eastern aesthetics. No, not from that island nation—find a C-Nation designer.”

After collecting so many gemstone pieces in his past life, this could count as a return gift.

Will he like it?

—

In this city, some received overseas gifts, some hustled through the night streets, and others sat foolishly eating bread outside.

Zhao Jianming sat, devoid of any wealthy heir aura, staring blankly at a sandwich with a bite missing.

He had arrived fifteen minutes earlier. His residence wasn’t on this street, but remembering the shop he had just sold, he deliberately detoured.

As he arrived, he saw the “Dream-Fulfillment Food House” open for business. In just a few hours, the store was ready, albeit looking rough.

“So fast?”

Empty at noon, now it appeared as a small shop.

Inside, it was dark—no lights.

Zhao Jianming stepped inside and saw two broken self-service vending machines, each with only two products. The circuits were unstable, with ghostly blue lights flickering.

“Truly a small shop—how did they do it? Even quick-dry cement doesn’t set this fast.” Zhao Jianming clapped. “As expected of Mr. Jiang!”

No matter how strange the feat, if ‘Jiang Daddy’ did it, it was reasonable.

Curious, Zhao Jianming placed an order. The bread was cheap anyway, and he was slightly hungry—he bought one of each and sat outside on the dining chair to eat.

The first bite stunned him.

In the Cube World, food didn’t carry attributes, but players were acutely aware of status changes. Just one bite revealed the hidden properties of the food.

Before he could think further, a man on a mountain bike entered purposefully.

It was Han Shuo, drafted late at night for not sleeping.

Han Shuo wondered why the minister suddenly told him to buy some food, but he carried out the task 100%. He quickly scanned the shopping code.

Beep—25 items, total 1,250 yuan.

Sandwiches… that expensive?

Han Shuo almost suspected the minister had been scammed by an acquaintance, but as a civil servant, he bought them anyway. Twenty-plus sandwiches fell.

The packaging was extremely simple—a transparent plastic bag with the production date and ingredients.

“!” Zhao Jianming snapped back, jumped up, and rushed to the vending machine with pumpkin bread, scanning codes to clear the stock.

Zhao Jianming’s action made Han Shuo suspicious. In the dim light, he recognized him.

Few domestic organizations had fame, and Zhao Jianming, a notorious (former) rich heir recently active in Jin City, was easy to identify.

‘Does he know what this shop is about?’ Han Shuo muttered.

In the small shop, the two tall men stood back-to-back, alert.

Being unfamiliar with each other, they didn’t stop to chat—one pulled out a prepared bag for bread, the other wrapped bread in an expensive coat.

Soon, Han Shuo left with the bag, and Zhao Jianming called for reinforcements.

Within a minute, members of the Sun Glory Organization arrived in luxury cars.

“Boss, what’s up?”

“Quick.” Zhao Jianming directed them to place the pumpkin bread in the backseat, breathing heavily—not from fear, but excitement.

“Store it carefully. Maybe we just gained another card. Back home, give Old Song a raise—hiring him was one of my best decisions.” Zhao Jianming handled the pumpkin bread like a prized pet goose.

“Huh?” The boss finally went mad from the game?

—

By the time the shelves were cleared, Jiang Jitang already knew.

Opening the store interface, he saw the tiny, shabby model—vending machines empty, looking like a post-apocalyptic street swept by survivors.

His eyes hurt.

He checked the details: 39 items sold, 39 points earned, 2 new customers, system reminded him to restock.

“The minister is that fast?” Jiang Jitang didn’t expect Zhao Jianming to move so quickly—he thought Jiang Xingzhou had handled it all.

“Only 39 points today. Tomorrow, I need to stock thousands, and running the store—delivery points won’t be enough.”

Indeed, controlling production materials ensured continuous income; otherwise, it was just a grind.

Of course, running delivery now wasn’t about points.

“One-star food earns 1 point. Two-star food… would that increase?”

Chasing this carrot, Jiang Jitang wanted to enroll in a cooking course to improve his skills.

He contacted Chef Ding via voice: “Grandpa Ding, are you busy? I have some cooking questions I’d like to ask—would that be convenient?”

Chef Ding was straightforward, so Jiang Jitang stated his purpose clearly.

Years of learning and miscellaneous hobbies had consumed most of his energy. Unlike Mrs. Jiang, who purely loved cooking, his skills remained basic.

This level sufficed for daily meals, but selling them required higher skill.

In fact, one-star reflected his true level. To reach higher-star foods, he needed in-depth study.

The chefs he met at the “One Bowl Fresh” event were skilled, but for comprehensive expertise, only Chef Ding, well-versed in both Eastern and Western cuisine, qualified.

Chef Ding’s passion for cooking was evident—only someone like him would consider progress an award and tirelessly pursue excellence.

Now, the only question: would Chef Ding accept him as an auditor?

It was nearly nine; the old man likely asleep. Jiang Jitang didn’t wait for a reply, instead watching the bubble notifications appear.

From the time he accepted the task, a day wasn’t yet over, and two task settlements had already completed.

“Efficiency increased again.”

[Upgrade stone order task completed. The tasker received a five-star review, fifteen points, a gift, and a wishing star. With the tasker’s help, the gem snail obtained a suitable upgrade stone and successfully evolved into a ‘Star Diamond Snail.’]

[Task Details: In the original timeline, the boy would have been deceived into obtaining a low-quality stone. The gem snail would accidentally use it, failing evolution, never to evolve again. Now, it and its owner avoided the scammer and trap, dodging their original fate. In the future timeline, the gem snail will pass police inspection and become a registered Magical Beast.]

“That’s not bad.” Jiang Jitang sipped his bedtime milk. “The wishing star—is it from the gem snail or its owner? Will it become remarkable?”

“No.” The bubble box replied.

“Huh?” Jiang Jitang was confused. His task target hadn’t given it—then where did the wishing star come from?

[The tasker, before leaving, gifted a premium Magical Beast egg, ‘Shana Star,’ to the boy Changyang, allowing this notorious thief, often wavering between good and evil in the future, to feel the world’s kindness.]

[Due to the tasker’s benevolent lie, ‘Saving the world is up to you,’ he will completely turn to justice and, in the future, become a rare Magical Beast protector and researcher, often on the frontlines against darkness.]

[Congratulations, you can find tasks on your own now.]

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