Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH74

Chapter 74

“Good stuff, good stuff.

“Look at the color of this skin. The small piece is a classic yellow skin. But the big one is even more incredible—black, brown, yellow, and red, four colors, with white as the base. Five colors in total. Rich, vibrant, evenly distributed—and look closely, you can see the pores.

“Look at its texture—smooth and natural. Although it’s mountain material, it has the translucency, fineness, and oiliness of river pebble material. This is excellent.”

The bald man pulled out a magnifying glass to inspect it.

Another man squeezed over with his own magnifying glass: “Move, move. Anyone can tell you don’t know what you’re talking about. How is this mountain material? This is mountain-water material! Just a step lower than seed material. Damn, how many years has it been since I’ve seen such a large piece of mountain-water material—and a five-color stone no less! I stayed eight months at the origin last year, and the biggest mountain-water material I saw was only the size of a soccer ball.”

Excited like hunters spotting prey, the two middle-aged men completely ignored the already-opened stone beside them. They circled around the jade on the tricycle, examining it with gem scopes, shining lights, touching the surface.

Jiang Jitang stood nearby eavesdropping like attending a free class.

One look and it was obvious—they were professionals. No harm in listening more and learning more.

For example, now he learned that Hetian jade is classified into mountain material, mountain-water material, and seed material.

Mountain material rolls down from the mountains, weathered by wind and sand, appearing drier and more grainy. Mountain-water material rolls down into streams, polished by water until rounded, oilier and finer, often whiter. Seed material is the highest grade.

Meanwhile, white is the most precious among Hetian jade, and “mutton-fat white jade” is even more so. The small piece was classic white jade—highly marketable. The large one was even better—its multicolored skin and rich oiliness made it perfect for large carvings.

He had learned something new.

After discussing jade basics, the two uncles began analyzing the raw ore shape. The small piece was standard, nothing much to say. But the big one—half a person tall, cone-shaped, shimmering in five colors—was another story.

One thought the shape was perfect for carving a Guanyin. The other insisted it should be made into a mountain-water landscape display piece.

“Isn’t that too extravagant? A first-grade white bangle made from mountain material alone costs tens of thousands. A piece this big and this good—who can afford such a sculpture?” the factory director asked nervously.

…He was promptly ignored.

He wasn’t wrong though. A large mountain-water sculpture of this size was truly beyond most people’s budgets.

Usually, such raw stones would be cut open, extracting as many bangle positions as possible. Remaining corners would be carved into pendants, plaques, or beads.

But this had nothing to do with Jiang Jitang. This piece was filled with life energy. How could he sell it casually? Of course he would keep it—for his own people. It wasn’t like he lacked money.

“These won’t be sold. Slice them and keep them for gifting,” Jiang Jitang said.

The owner of the jade had final say. The two jade-loving men looked regretful, but they didn’t spoil the mood. Instead, they asked:

“Do you have any plans? With these two large jade ores, as long as there are no major cracks or impurities, you can produce many pendants—and quite a few bangles too.”

“Slice them first. Extract bangles, finger rings, prayer beads, and ring faces.”

These jade pieces contained life energy.
He intended to turn them into magical tools.

Making magical tools was simple: use the material’s inherent energy as the power source, engrave runes to activate the latent energy—that formed a functional magical item.

Complicated to explain, but easy if you thought of machinery:
Material = energy source.
Engraved metal = circuit.
Activation = switch.

“It’s getting too hot out here. Bring everything inside first,” the factory owner called. He and Jiang Jitang walked in.

Inside, the machines had already stopped—previous stones had already been opened. The owner was checking the cross-sections.

Jiang Jitang couldn’t identify the jade type. The factory director explained: also Hetian jade but from a different region, coarse texture, heavy impurities—low quality.

“I plan to have a sculpture made for my home,” the owner said while glancing longingly at Jiang Jitang’s newly brought raw stones. His face showed envy and desire. “Not like yours—yours is too good. It’d be a waste to sculpt it.”

Jiang Jitang wanted to comment on the coincidence of both being Hetian jade, but the factory director suddenly introduced the two men:

“These two gentlemen are national first-class master jade carvers. One is a Tiangong Award gold winner, the other a bronze winner.”

“Cough, not that impressive, just average,” the middle-aged men said, but their backs instantly straightened.

Even Jiang Jitang—who knew nothing—recognized the Tiangong Award.
Gold focuses on material, silver on carving skill, bronze on creativity.
In reality, all aspects mattered.

Looking at their old-man shirts and flip-flops, no one would guess they were such big names.

They were practically glued to the five-color jade, eyes shining. Jiang Jitang suddenly had an idea.

“The small piece will follow the original plan—slice it into bangles, rings, beads, and ring faces. As for the big piece…”

He dragged out his words, waiting until both “fish” turned their heads.

“I’ll find someone to carve it. A piece this size and with such rich colors—it would be a waste to cut it apart.”

“Yes, such a pity! Haven’t seen material this beautiful in years. You can’t just find anyone—has to be a master,” said the bald one, halo gleaming behind him.

The other master quietly inched to the ore, “Exactly. Must find a trustworthy professional. Too many scammers online nowadays.”

Five-color Hetian jade. Such shape. No jade carver could resist.

Even if they knew he was baiting them—the bait was too delicious.

“Do the two masters have time?” Jiang Jitang asked directly.
The small piece was enough for gifting. He might as well have the large one carved—and engrave runes at the base for home protection.

“We have time. But something this big and high-quality will take a lot of planning.”

Master carvers never rushed. Understanding the material could take months or years.

And even if they wanted to buy such a stone themselves… they couldn’t afford it, nor would the owner sell.

Jiang Jitang chose the one who suggested carving a mountain-water scene. “You can follow your vision. Don’t worry about wasting material. Worst case, scraps can be polished into beads.”

Both sides wanted this—deal struck instantly.

Jiang Jitang grabbed one of the disguised bodyguards from the crowd, “Can you take a look at the cutting machine for me?”

The bodyguard: …how did he know?!

“Sister Xia, I have two jade stones I want carved. Shouldn’t we sign a contract? What? You’ll bring a lawyer right away? Thank you.”

Soon Sister Xia arrived with people. After discussion, contracts were signed. Jiang Jitang even left the cutting of the small piece to them. He would just pay and collect the finished work.

“For the best material, make a men’s square bangle. Size…”
He checked his own hand—slender, flexible fingers.
He wore a size 65.

“Make it size 68. And with the center cutouts, make two pendants to match a cheongsam—please.”

Mrs. Jiang didn’t like jewelry, but she loved cheongsam; two pendants for weighing the lapel were acceptable.

The master didn’t even lift his head, hugging the ore, “No problem. I’m good at bangles too.”

“Sister Xia, don’t leave. Let’s grab lunch? I need to stop by the kindergarten later.”

Sister Xia thought: It’s been renamed the World Civilizations Diversity Research Center.
But she didn’t bother correcting him; she also secretly called it “the kindergarten.” The official name was a tongue-twister.

After a simple meal, they returned. Jiang Jitang went to the Minister’s office. The assistant brought tea and left, leaving only Jiang Jitang and Minister Jiang.

“Minister, did you need something?”

“Nothing major. Remember Guo Jie, who was caught recently? He confessed he once wanted to forcibly drag you into an instance, but failed. He suspected you were either dead or not a player—so they couldn’t find your record.”

Minister Jiang scoffed at that conclusion. Clearly, Jiang Jitang must’ve had an item that countered the attempt.

“Ah? Well, that’s one way to say it. I really am not a player in the usual sense,” Jiang Jitang replied.

Jiang Xingzhou stared at him—almost frozen.

“Not a normal player?” she repeated.

Jiang Jitang nodded, “Because of the Life-and-Death Register’s ‘substitution kill’ mechanism, the system malfunctioned when I died. I didn’t become a regular player—instead, I entered the game in a different form.

“You know about external support units?”

…Five minutes later…

The whole “kindergarten” exploded into chaos—figuratively— and the headquarters in the far north was also thrown into disarray.

The northern minister immediately summoned the deputy, “We must keep this confidential.”

“How’s the situation over there?”

“Under control.”

“Good. I’m heading over now.”

Back in the office, Minister Jiang was still dazed: Jiang Jitang… an external support unit?

Meanwhile, Jiang Jitang calmly sipped tea and nibbled pastry, “Minister, want some? This walnut shortbread is really good—not greasy, not too sweet.”

She cleared her throat, “What are your thoughts? If I can help fight for anything, I will.”

“Same as before. I’m doing well in Jin City.”

Minister Jiang felt unexpectedly moved. Previously, Jin City was only being considered as a player demonstration zone. Now it was certain.

Resources would flow in.
Player hospitals would be built.
Organizations would gather.
The economy would boom.

If she were the local leader, she’d worship Jiang Jitang six times a day.

“Oh right, can you assign two people to protect my mom? I’m worried someone might try ‘holding the emperor hostage to command the nobles.’”

“Of course,” she nodded.
He only had one family member—protection was mandatory.

“That’s all. I have no other issues.”

He didn’t, but Minister Jiang had many.

“Is entry for support units random or selectable? Different triggers? If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to say.”

“Random. I never know when I’ll get pulled in. The mode is simpler than official instances.”
He described his theory—external support as inactivated vaccine, official instances as virulent strains.

“No, I think you misunderstand. The games you entered are not simple. They’re even harder,” she said.

“You mentioned that color-matching instance. About tetrachromats—their color sensitivity doesn’t work the way you think.”

Jiang Jitang frowned, “How so?”

“A tetrachromat can perceive subtle color bias—whether a green leans yellow or blue. But they cannot distinguish whether a patch of green is made of micro-green pixels, or micro-yellow and micro-blue. Too tiny. We’re humans, not microscopes.

“Are you…?” Jiang Jitang asked.

She nodded, “I’m a tetrachromat. I can identify bias, but not pixel structure. But you—you seem to be an extremely rare super-vision mutation.

“If you truly can control the clarity of objects in your field of vision freely… I doubt more than five people in the world have that. Maybe none.”

She knew classified information: there were many “enhanced individuals” whose abilities came from extreme sensory mutations.

One child could hear conversations kilometers away—only the direction he focused on became loud and clear. Another solved crimes in dreams with unnaturally vivid reconstructions.

So someone like Jiang Jitang wasn’t surprising at all.

Seeing him still thinking, she continued:

“And the official version of that coloring game? Tetrachromats can’t pass it.

“It requires a stealing ability. If monsters can’t be fought, then you must steal the color blocks from them. Cube World has many unconventional instances requiring creativity. I think that one is one of them. But those players were lucky—they met you.”

Jiang Jitang stayed silent.
He wondered what exactly he traded his lifespan for.
Besides magical affinity… did his other senses get boosted too?

His hearing, smell, touch— all enhanced. Taste was the only normal one.

Was that existence doing charity? Buy one get four?

“Can external support units form teams?” she asked.

“No.”

She frowned deeply.
A difficult mini-instance with no team support?
He was a healer, not a fighter.
What a terrible game.

“Can you use items?”

“Usually no.”

Minister Jiang’s mature face twitched.
No teammates, no items—What kind of trash game is this? Shut it down already.

They talked until afternoon tea.
The kitchen sent two plates—pink porcelain holding white rice cakes, and a pumpkin-silver ear sweet soup.

Clear broth shimmered with diamond-cut pumpkin cubes, snow-like silver ear fungus, dark red dates, and bright goji berries. Stirring released a warm aroma.

Jiang Jitang took a sip—eyes brightened. This was delicious. He wanted to learn it.

At the kindergarten gate, the long-awaited guests from afar finally arrived.