Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH83

Chapter 83

“There’s still a thousand left.”

Looking at the remaining balance of one thousand yuan, Jiang Jitang happily flipped through his notebook, checking page after page to make sure nothing had been overlooked.

This time, he didn’t use the technological gap between the two worlds to buy high-value items, like the moissanite from last time. The Sala tribe currently needed silence and steady growth the most— to quietly preserve the last spark of their civilization.

Before they grew strong, they absolutely must not attract any outside attention. They needed to be as quiet as if they were already dead.

“Let’s buy some production tools. Once they arrive at the new place, they’ll need to build houses, farm the land, and raise livestock.”

He had already decided how to spend the last bit of money.

After lunch, Jiang Jitang went to the wholesale market again and headed to the metal shop where he had bought knives previously. He walked in relaxed as if visiting his own home: “Boss, I’m here to support your business again.”

The boss’s facial fat trembled when he saw him.

They had just met yesterday. Such a solid, heavy-duty steel cleaver—and Jiang Jitang had bargained it down to a fracture price. The time before that was even worse: a high-quality lightweight sickle slashed down to a “jump-off-the-building” price.

Making money off this guy was so hard. The boss wanted to introduce him directly to the metal shop next door…

Manganese steel hoes, thickened for farm use, listed at 18.6 each, cut to 16.
He bought twenty. Total: 320 yuan.

Mountain-splitting axes, full steel, listed 18.8, cut to 16.5.
Twenty axes. Total: 330 yuan.

Hammers, 3-pound, high-temperature forged, high-frequency quenched, listed 20.8, cut to 18.
Ten hammers. Total: 180 yuan.

Hand saws, full steel, listed at 9.8, cut to 8.
Twenty saws. Total: 160 yuan.

Altogether: exactly 960 yuan.

After saying goodbye to the miserable-looking shop owner, Jiang Jitang went to the recycling center. With the remaining 121.5 yuan, he bought water storage barrels and a safety rope.

Second-hand square water tanks with faucets, 50-jin capacity, 18 yuan each.
He bought four — 72 yuan.

A second-hand safety rope with steel-wire core, wear-resistant and hard to break, useful in many scenarios — 49.5 yuan.

“All spent.”

Jiang Jitang looked at the “0 balance” on his phone. He crossed off items on his notebook one by one, when suddenly—snap—he remembered something important:

The Sala tribe… must have their own magical beasts, right?

He forgot to prepare supplies for the beasts!

“How could I forget something so important?!”

But the money was gone. Not a single cent left. What now?

“Ahem… the Sala people will share some of the supplies with their little partners. Yes, definitely.”
Jiang Jitang convinced himself. It was just a minor oversight. He was still doing great.

He pulled up the task details again and reread them from top to bottom carefully.

“Other than lacking fresh vegetables, everything is… huh? No fresh vegetables, but fresh vegetable old leaves are available.”

The food supplier’s morning words replayed in his mind: The vegetable greenhouse district outside the city… the discarded old leaves…

The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

He had come up with another brilliant zero-cost idea.

“It’s the hottest time of day right now, no one will be in the fields.”
He could go later in the evening.

He didn’t ask the food supplier for the exact address—he didn’t want the man thinking he planned to skip him and buy produce directly.

If he went there himself, asked around, and searched, he would eventually find it.

For now, he needed to pack the supplies.

There were too many things. To fit everything, Jiang Jitang upgraded the task backpack again.

He spent 1000 points to upgrade the level-2 backpack to level 3. Then used an upgrade card to push it to level 4.

[Lv3: 10,000 cubic meters; vacuum or non-vacuum; adjustable time flow (0.3–3×); no weight limit; usable under any condition. Upgrade cost: 10,000 points.]

[Lv4: 1,000,000 cubic meters, divided into 100 independent spaces, each able to choose vacuum or not, each with independent temperature control from ?100°C to 100°C, and independent time-flow adjustment from 0.1–10×; no weight limit; usable under any condition. Upgrade cost: 100,000 points.]

“Oh? It can adjust temperature and time? I can use this for fermentation!”

A space like this was perfect for pickling vegetables or brewing rice wine!
If his mother Jiang knew, she’d be dreaming of stomping grapes and brewing wine every night.

“If the temperature range were wider and air pressure adjustable, I could directly manufacture natural diamonds. Not just diamonds—every gemstone would be mine for the taking.” Jiang Jitang joked, “Cold weather’s coming—gem dealers, prepare for bankruptcy.”

System bubble: “…”

It silently glanced at the next stage of the “task backpack”… and went quiet.

With such a massive space, what couldn’t he store?

Jiang Jitang hurriedly stored the tricycle, the clothing orders, and the camping supplies, sorting and preserving everything. After all purchased items were safely inside the backpack, he returned home to wash up and prepare for the upcoming meeting.

“If everything goes well, I might even get a temporary porter out of this.”
He hummed happily in the bathroom, the small room echoing with surround-sound cheerfulness.

—

Meanwhile, the Mystery Seeker team had already put on formal meeting attire and entered the “World Center for the Study of Civilizational Diversity” — actually, a kindergarten.

To make a good impression on the legendary healer, they brought expensive gifts, shaved, got haircuts, wore suits, sprayed cologne… like a flock of peacocks showing off.

“Not used to this.”
Formal clothes looked good but felt restrictive.
Other than Parsons, who always held himself to strict standards, they all preferred casual wear.

“I look even better than at my graduation ball. Am I handsome or what?” Toby’s question was ignored as everyone silently surveyed the surroundings.

The official receptionist pouring tea thought: They look like insurance salesmen.

Though Western facial features tended to be more defined, they didn’t have racial superiority in appearance. There was a saying: “Eastern ugly is bland and flavorless; Western ugly is full of creativity.” Each had its own charm.

Still, half of the seven Mystery Seeker members were objectively attractive.
The rest at least had good builds.
Toby, the classic short and round fatty, standing among them was like a coop-raised chicken among wild pheasants.

And calling him an insurance salesman wasn’t quite accurate either.

They wore custom suits—high-quality, tailored.
It was just that in C-Nation, only sales reps wore suits daily, so the vibe was hard to shake.

They drank tea for a while, and at 3:50—

“The Deputy Minister has arrived. Please follow me.”

Whatever they thought, the receptionist remained polite.
Neither flattering nor dismissive.

They followed the stone path to a small wooden cabin. When the door opened, before they saw any people, they first saw a pure-black foal standing in the living room.
Though young, it had long legs, well-proportioned muscles—clearly a fine horse, eye-catching at first sight.

A teenager-looking youth (in Western perception maybe 15 or 16) held a brush in his hand and waved at them: “Look—do you like it?”

The Mystery Seeker members froze for a few seconds. What?

They were about to ask, when their always-cold leader immediately stepped forward, took the brush from the youth, blocked the others’ line of sight, and quietly asked:

“What are you doing here?”

Oh.
His voice was deep and gentle, cautious and soft— everyone stared.

“You guess?” Jiang Jitang laughed.

“Guess?”
At first Parsons guessed Jiang Jitang worked for the C-Nation government—explaining why he had access to secret addresses.

But after sweeping the room and seeing only Jiang Jitang and a woman who didn’t match any intel, his suspicion grew stronger.

Too strong. So strong he didn’t dare say it aloud.

The others also looked around.

Rumor had it that the healer in Jin City was a young adult.

They didn’t see anyone fitting the description.

So they turned to the receptionist, “Is the gentleman not here?”

Only Nick stared at Jiang Jitang with a mysterious expression.

Nick already recognized him— this was the hidden healer of Jin City.
They’d only glimpsed him through a car window; the only photo they had was of his back.

But what concerned Nick even more was: What exactly is his relationship with Parsons?

He noticed the pink gemstone dangling from Jiang Jitang’s phone.
Though the style differed, the aesthetic clearly matched the charm on Parsons’s phone.

Could it be…?

“Are these your teammates?” Jiang Jitang peeked from Parsons’s side, looking at the group blocking the doorway.

Parsons saw him leaning dangerously as if he might fall, and instinctively helped steady him, stepping aside slightly to give him a clearer view.

Just as he was about to let go, Jiang Jitang placed his hand on Parsons’s arm—“Hi, everyone.”

The air at the doorway froze.

Who is this person touching our team leader’s arm so naturally?!

The receptionist remained outwardly calm but internally furious: Who is this considerate little human???

Mystery Seeker members suddenly felt like they’d entered a horror game, unsure whether their teammates were still human.

Nick, feeling he’d uncovered the truth, pushed up his glasses: Same gender. Likely strong background. Soft-boy privilege. So this is the boss’s taste…

He glanced again at Parsons’s pink phone charm, then at Jiang Jiang’s. Quietly nodded.

Confirmed.

“This horse is a gift I prepared for you. When you buy a house someday, I’ll send it over.” Jiang Jitang smiled, “Don’t stand there like fools. Though I don’t mind spending the whole day with you.”

He walked back to his sofa seat and gestured politely, “Please, have a seat.”

Even the dumbest among them could see it now: He was the host.

Parsons quietly sat beside him.
The others sat opposite, stiff and uneasy.

Nick twitched at the corner of his mouth:
Boss… you just followed him that naturally. Do you even remember what side you’re on?

Being top experts in their fields didn’t mean they were used to dealing with government figures—especially the mysterious C-Nation government.

Even the usually clueless Toby straightened his belly and waited anxiously for Jiang Jitang to speak.

Jiang Jitang didn’t rush. As host, he poured everyone a cup of black tea, “Relax. From a personal standpoint, we’re basically ‘one of our own.’ Right, honored Knight Commander?”

He set the cup gently into Parsons’s hand.

The players stared at Parsons.

What… intimate address was that?!

That was how people addressed each other only during private roleplay with lovers.

Who would’ve thought— their serious boss was that kind in private.

Seeing his reputation taking heavy damage today, Parsons simply ignored their gazes. He picked up the warm clay teacup, took a small sip, and the slightly sweet tea moistened his mouth.

Three sentences in, and he already held the advantage again. Reborn or not, Illman was still Illman.

“We’re here today for the ten treatment slots.” Parsons said seriously.

“Whoever brings Guo Jie to me gets ten treatment slots. Once said, I will do it.” Jiang Jitang rotated his cup. “No need to worry about that.”

The Mystery Seeker members had already guessed, but hearing it confirmed still shocked them.

This young-looking man was the legendary healer?

Thinking about the rumors and myths surrounding him, his youthful face suddenly seemed mysterious.

Nick wanted their boss to give at least a subtle reaction…
But the boss only kept staring at Jiang Jitang.

The others couldn’t even speak C-Nationese well—useless—so Nick had to ask, “How can we obtain treatment slots?”

“I’m small and not very strong. For now, I don’t accept anyone outside official channels.
However… there are occasional exceptions.”

His tone held meaning.

“Do we have the luck to be such an exception?” Nick asked.

Jiang Jitang thought seriously.

“Would you mind lending me your boss for a few days? One day… one treatment slot.”