Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH82

Chapter 82

The newest update from the Big Baby was transmitted to Minister Jiang’s phone.

To protect privacy, the screen only displayed the word “Dining”, but Minister Jiang could easily picture Jiang Jitang’s happiness at that moment. He was always cheerful and fully absorbed whenever he ate. The kindergarten chef adored him—Jiang Jitang’s face practically radiated joy when he was enjoying food. He truly understood cuisine. As for others… they were like Zhu Bajie [1] eating ginseng fruit—wasting the good stuff.

“Our healer is such a pure-hearted person,” he sighed. Unlike certain healers in certain cities—whose families constantly stirred up trouble, and who themselves were soft-hearted pushovers. And unlike those in other cities—scheming, always trying to use their public position for private gain.

But the government lacked manpower. They especially lacked healers, so what else could they do but put them on a pedestal?

If the production of special-effect foods increased in the future, perhaps the situation would improve… though no one knew when that future would come.

Compared to those troublesome healers, Jiang Jitang was simply perfect—powerful skills, excellent self-sufficiency, and aside from having some small personal secrets, practically zero shortcomings.

How could someone like that harbor bad intentions? Even if he often bought things… and those things mysteriously disappeared.

Of course, everything would still be properly reported. Since Jiang Jitang had already asked Sister Xia for a quotation list, he had tacitly accepted that the matter would be known to the authorities.

“As long as he keeps to his own lane and doesn’t violate rules or taboos, cooperate as much as possible. If he has difficulties, resolve the difficulties.”
This was the reply from above. Compared to his abilities, those little secrets were meaningless.
“The expert group will go to the three selected demonstration regions under the pretext of ‘strengthening the abilities of players in the demonstration zones.’ Tonight’s flight. No need to pick them up.”

“Understood.”
They were mainly going for Jiang Jitang, but they needed a plausible excuse.

Truthfully, Jin City was quite safe.

As one of the demonstration zones, Jin City’s strongest selling point was its overwhelmingly powerful healer. With his absurd healing strength, all levels of protection were reasonable—this way, no one suspected he was actually external support.

Besides, the public’s attention was focused on the capital.

Aside from the “external aid” smoke bomb, the thing everyone discussed most was the newly appeared “Temple” in the capital— a huge 24-hour buff-giving facility.

No such bug-level structure had ever appeared in Cube World before. As long as capital players registered, they could get a free buff the day they entered a dungeon. Players from other places were so jealous they were ready to cry—except for Jin City.

All these issues, large and small, were the capital leadership’s headache.

Now that Minister Jiang had already reported Jiang Jitang’s little secret upward, there was no need to bring it up again. Minister Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next was the issue of buying a house for the organization head of Mystery Seeker.

Minister Jiang had already ordered people to keep watch—buy the house the moment it came on the market. But someone was even faster.

Though the two seemed acquainted—friends, maybe—buying a house specifically next to a friend’s was unusual. Besides, Jin City was a second-tier city with first-tier housing prices. Even the suburbs cost around ten thousand per square meter.

“Why do I feel like their relationship isn’t ordinary?” Jiang Xingzhou wondered aloud. She didn’t think of anything scandalous—just suspected they were sworn brothers.

“Anyway, they should meet tomorrow afternoon. We’ll know then.”

Minister Jiang set the matter aside and picked up a new document from above.
“Tch… another mandatory meeting with registered players at the end of the month? What is leadership thinking? One random idea after another.”

Even freelancers couldn’t escape meetings?

Headache.

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The Next Morning

As the saying goes—what you think of during the day, you dream of at night. Jiang Jitang spent all night dreaming he was running errands buying supplies. He clutched a shopping list, running up and down stairs the whole night, his legs thinning from all the running.

So tired.

He slowly climbed out of bed, washed up, then leisurely finished a sandwich and milk. The food supplier arrived with a delivery—ingredients for the Dream-Fulfillment Food House.

“Uncle Wang’s supplies never have any problems. Not even a single bad leaf.” Jiang Jitang praised while checking each item seriously.

Uncle Wang laughed happily. Jiang Jitang was picky, so he always brought the best here. But since Jiang Jitang paid generously, being picky was no issue.

“Any bad leaves were removed long before shipping. These fruits and vegetables come from the suburban greenhouses—picked at 3 AM, delivered at 4 AM. Anything even slightly inferior would never appear here.”

“Is that so? Then what happens to the discarded leaves?” Jiang Jitang asked casually.

“No idea. Maybe they compost them.”

After the supplier left, Jiang Jitang restocked the four regular vending machines.

Two-star Pumpkin Bread and Pumpkin Sweet Soup: 80 yuan.
One-star Luncheon Meat Sandwich and Wontons: 50 yuan.

Each had its own vending machine. The machines had been upgraded—now 12 compartments per machine, 299 portions per compartment.

Players had already enjoyed the benefits.

For example, Sun Glory Organization originally had quotas of 99 one-star and 99 two-star items. But now, they suddenly had far more—Zhao Jianming alone gained 600 extra purchase slots.

Yes—without any official rules, they simply assumed extra stock = their extra resources.

“With this much every day, no need to worry anymore.” Zhao Jianming looked at the food like an old farmer admiring his crops.

Some were for themselves; some had to be sent back to his old home. His cousin was among the 500,000 new players. Two of his buddies were too.

Zhao Jianming’s family had been in real estate. Despite recent shrinkage, he still had plenty of rich second-gen friends.

“No need to worry?”
An official player instantly doused the optimism.
“There are new civilian groups arriving these days. The distribution may be re-adjusted this weekend.”

“More people?”
Asked by Zong Yao of the Research Study Society, whose face was falling apart. Their group registered early and were among the first to notice the Dream-Fulfillment Food House—yet had zero advantage in resource allocation.

“Who is it?” Zhao Jianming asked.

“Firefly.”

Players pricked their ears. Fire… fly…

“Fire–cicada? That name is awful.”
The silence deepened. Everyone suddenly understood why Zhao Jianming’s parents had worked so hard for a second child in their forties. They had no choice—otherwise, wealth would not last two generations.

Did he really study abroad?

“It’s firefly,” the official corrected. “A southern player organization.”

Silence again.

Another famous organization. Why weren’t they going to top-tier cities or the capital? Why crowd into this small place?

Seeing everyone’s expressions, the official added:

“Actually, many foreign organizations have also come to Jin City. As one of the three demonstration zones—and with that person here—there’s no way it wouldn’t attract attention.

“Higher-ups haven’t issued instructions on how to treat foreign players. But I don’t think they’ll ignore it forever.”

Domestic elites arrived. Foreign ones joined the chaos. The strong all gathered here.

The meat was limited, but the wolves were multiplying…

If only they could get in touch with that person. If only they knew what he liked. If they could get close to the water first…

—

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

Three consecutive sneezes. Jiang Jitang wondered if he’d caught a chill from waking early. His forehead felt normal.

He still had tasks later. By 4PM, he needed to finish buying all supplies. Today’s focus was food and daily necessities.

“Three months; late autumn. They can only gather grains, nuts, and game. That’s the best-case scenario.”

If their warriors were still alive, they could hunt. But now they were a group of elderly, weak, women, and children fleeing—lacking clothes and food. They likely didn’t even have basic starches.

Jiang Jitang chose instant dishes.

The benefit: they heat in minutes—ideal for refugees on the run, saving midday time. The drawback: too many additives and mediocre taste.

But compared to survival, that wasn’t a problem.

His plan: instant meals for lunch; real cooking at night.
He just needed to prepare everything—they would decide how to use it.

He entered the agricultural wholesale market—one shop sold shelf-stable instant dishes.

The owner introduced:

“Vegetable-only and minced-meat dishes are cheaper. Half-meat-half-veggie ones cost more. Thirty-six flavors total, 170–200 grams each.”

Jiang Jitang checked the ingredient list.

“Our best sellers:
Minced eggplant – 3.2 yuan
Shredded pork in garlic sauce – 3.8
Curry chicken – 4.2
Spicy chicken – 5.2
Braised lion’s head (3 pcs) – 4.5
Braised pork with preserved veggies – 6.5
How many you want? Big orders get discounts.”

“I saw self-heating pots with rice for 4–5 yuan.” Jiang Jitang said.

“We have those too.”
The owner pointed.
“Wholesale 5.2, but small portions. Only 100g rice, 60g dish, 100g water. Adults need two or three.”

Jiang Jitang checked. True.

The Sala people walked 10 hours daily while carrying luggage—soon they’d carry even more supplies. Consumption per person would be huge. This tiny meal wouldn’t cut it.

“I also have instant-rice packets—100g and 180g sizes. Also, compressed biscuits.”

Jiang Jitang asked, “Prices?”

“180g instant rice—1.6 yuan. Big orders discount.”

He memorized prices and compared with online wholesale rates—slightly better here since no shipping.

“Two thousand instant dish packs—those six flavors. Average 3.8 yuan.
Four thousand 180-gram instant rice packs—1.2 yuan each.
Four thousand braised eggs—0.5 yuan each.
Ten cans of tangerine preserves (3kg each)—15 yuan per can.

“And…” He pointed at compressed biscuits.
“One hundred boxes—25 yuan each. Fifty biscuits per box. Here at your shop—take it or leave it.”

The owner punched numbers rapidly.
“Lowest price: dishes 4 yuan, rice 1.35, eggs 0.55, tangerine cans 18, biscuits 26. Yes or no?”

Jiang Jitang mental-calculated and nodded, “Add one box of seaweed-shrimp soup packs and one bundle of red sausages.”

“Deal. I’ll pack them now.”

Total: 18,180 yuan.
Bonus: one box of soup packs + one bundle of starch sausages.

Even then, four thousand rice packs = 8 per person—3.5 days.
Ten bags of biscuits per person—3.5 days.
Still not enough.

Next, he went to the grain shop:

Cheapest broken rice (animal feed grade): 1.5 yuan per jin; discounted to 1.2 for 5,000 jin = 6000 yuan.

Cheapest flour: 1.6 yuan per jin; 5,000 jin = 8000 yuan.

“Iodized salt—50 kg per bag, ten bags = 1600 yuan.”
“High-sorghum liquor—1L bottle, 100 bottles = 800 yuan.”
“Beef-tallow hotpot base—1000 packs = 650 yuan.”

Already over budget—and still far from enough for three months.

The Sala people had to forage and hunt along the way. These foods were for emergencies.

“170,000 already exceeded… plus the 17,000 I can add as ‘gift.’ Now only 13,645 yuan left. Barely over ten thousand.”

Ten thousand sounded like a lot—but spread among 500 people, only 20 yuan per head.
He still needed daily necessities, plus items for children.

He needed to stretch every cent.

There was no time to hesitate. Everything must be bought before 4 PM.

He had the grain shop send supplies to his house, then drove his little e-scooter to another wholesale market.

Ten heavy bone-cleaver knives – 6.8 each = 68 yuan.
Ten scissors + ten sewing kits = 23.5 yuan.
Toothbrushes, toothpaste, combs, towels, soap, basins—500 sets = 1380 yuan.
Spoons, chopsticks, forks (thickened PP) — 500 sets = 120 yuan.
Old-style thermos flasks — 4 flasks = 42 yuan.
Glycerin 150ml — 500 bottles = 1200 yuan.
Nylon backpacks — 200 pieces = 900 yuan.
Paper + pens = 100 yuan.
Binoculars = 20 yuan.

Feminine products—directly from a small factory: 20 boxes × 36 packs = 2500 yuan + 300 yuan for defective goods.

Still not enough, but the most he could afford.

Infant formula, rice cereal, full-cream milk powder: 18 cans formula + 3 boxes rice cereal + 1 box milk powder (36 bags) = 3300 yuan.

Children’s thermal underwear (30 sets) + winter jackets (30 sets) = 2610 yuan.

He kept loading items into the cart; the keyboard clacked nonstop.
After recalculating—1,081.5 yuan left.

For the first time, spending money made him feel pain and exhilaration.

He checked the full page of marked boxes three times.
Nothing missing.

Shopping task complete.

Current time: 11:32 AM.

“Jiang Jitang, you’re amazing.”
He couldn’t help giving himself a thumbs-up.

Footnotes:
[1] Zhu Bajie (???), also known known as Pigsy or Zhu Wuneng, is a major, pig-like character from the classic Chinese novel Journey to the West, a disciple of the monk Tang Sanzang, known for his laziness, gluttony, lust, and comic relief.