Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH96

Chapter 96 

Early the next morning, a little after four o’clock, the ingredients—which had required three large trucks to transport—were delivered to the kindergarten. The kindergarten’s head chef led the team in carefully inspecting everything to ensure the ingredients were fresh, intact, and of high quality.

That alone took over an hour. Once the inspection was complete, Jiang Jitang immediately transferred the payment, and he even came in person—driving a luxury car worth millions.

It didn’t feel as convenient as an electric scooter, especially on narrow roads where it couldn’t pass. But its comfort level was ridiculously high—it came with adaptive smart driving, plenty of space, and even music.

He had to meet with this tycoon today. Since he’d already accepted the meeting gift, he had to get things done.

With a wave of his hand, the mountain of goods stacked in the back kitchen vanished.

Everyone was amazed by the size of his storage device—but in truth, everything had gone into the system backend, where it was immediately processed into various types of food. Some were put on sale, and some went directly into the backend.

There was enough left for thirteen more days, which he temporarily stored in his quest backpack.

He was using a level-4 tasker backpack with one million cubic meters of space. He selected “vacuum,” set the time velocity to 0.1, and with those settings, the food could stay fresh inside for thirty days.

If he went a step further and elongated relative time, he could technically buy groceries only once a month, and turn the restaurant into a once-a-month idle game…

The idea was so wonderful it was enough to make him float.

“Good morning, Deputy Minister.” An official player approached him.

“Morning.”

At six o’clock, people started arriving at the kindergarten one after another, grabbing breakfast as they walked in. They were surprised to see Jiang Jitang there. He only showed up once in eight centuries, but everyone recognized the No.1 healer.

“Oh hey, nanny—good morning, Deputy Minister.” Han Shuo appeared, stubbled and covered in blood—clearly he had just come out of a dungeon.

“Good morning, Officer.” Jiang Jitang casually healed him.

Don’t think he didn’t catch that “nanny” remark. It seemed impossible to escape the nickname “nanny dad,” huh? So he retaliated with “police officer.”

Han Shuo remained unfazed. He’d been numb to it long ago—even eighty-year-old grandmas called him “police officer.” “Thanks, Deputy Minister. Where are you heading? I’m free today, I can give you a ride?”

“No, I’ve got a car.” Jiang Jitang walked a couple of steps, then turned back, remembering Han Shuo was one of the people going to the East Capital. “Tomorrow’s trip to the East Capital—aside from us, who else is going?”

“Huh?” Han Shuo was chewing a sandwich to fill his stomach and almost choked. He painfully swallowed the chunk in his mouth. “What? You’re going too?”

Not many people knew that Jiang Xingzhou would be heading to the East Capital soon.

She was going with a task this time.

C-Nation had officially been divided into four regions. The higher-ups requested that each region establish a special squad dedicated to handling domestic, fully-formed terror zones. As the person in charge of Jin City and with a ninth-tier Cube World player under her, Jiang Xingzhou was required to attend the meeting.

It had been a month since the Cube World entered tier nine. There were only a few people in the country who had reached tier nine and were also official members. Jin City had to send someone—an upper-tier player of tier eight or nine.

Honestly, they also wanted Jiang Jitang, but as the strategic treasure of their station—no way.

“Terror zones? You mean the Cube World dungeons that had five consecutive full-team wipeouts?” Jiang Jitang asked.

“Yes. If no one clears a Cube World dungeon after five attempts, it will appear in reality.

“It hasn’t been long, but six terror zones have already appeared within C-Nation. Even if they’re sealed off, thrill-seeking adventure bloggers still go in.

“In Yucheng, one appeared. The person who entered was an internet celebrity—it caused a major incident. In the end, a master from the Capital led people in, cleared the terror zone, rescued the unconscious influencer, and provided criticism and education.

“But these incidents won’t get fewer. It’s better to cut the problem at the root and clear the terror zones entirely.

“So everyone discussed it and decided to form a dedicated ‘Cleanup Squad’ to eliminate these terror zones.”

“This is a major issue. Why wasn’t I informed?” Jiang Jitang asked. Although he was busy, he could make time for something like this.

Terror zones contained the most corruption energy, which happened to nourish mulberry trees. And mulberry trees were wasteland-wonder world species—they accepted both positive and negative energy.

Lately, he had been hatching so many silkworms. They ate mulberry leaves like crazy, so the mulberry tree grew like crazy, which meant he had to supply energy daily to keep it alive. Jiang Jitang could barely keep up.

“You? No way.” Han Shuo instinctively waved his hand. Terror zones were too dangerous— even high-tier players didn’t dare enter lightly. If people learned that he encouraged a “nanny dad” to jump into one, they’d break his legs for sure.

“I can’t go, but what about my tree?”

“Huh?” Han Shuo didn’t understand at all. What did that have to do with a tree?

“Walk and talk, let’s head over there.” Jiang Jitang wasn’t in a hurry anymore—he might as well wait for Minister Jiang to arrive.

“There’s a tree at my house that likes creepy places. I can’t feed it anymore. When you find a suitable terror zone, just toss it in there to grow for two days.”

“For real?” Han Shuo was skeptical. Was there really such a bizarre thing in this world? Ever since the Cube World game appeared, the whole world seemed unrecognizable.

“Guess.” Jiang Jitang loved teasing righteous-looking types like him. Too bad he wasn’t as entertaining as Parsons—he couldn’t keep up with the banter.

“Just nice, I’m free today. Any injured? I’ll stay till noon.”

“Yes, yes, right away.”

When Minister Jiang arrived at work in her car, she saw a long line inside the kindergarten.

“What’s going on? Why are you here?” She grabbed the captain from a neighboring city.

“Your precious gem is here today, treating the wounded. You know, I’ve been injured for two months and still haven’t fully recovered. Hehe. Came here this morning, and just my luck, I caught him.”

“Lucky?” Minister Jiang looked at the man’s large tote bag, packed full with the special-effect food bought earlier. Lucky? Seemed more like he came early specifically knowing there would be shares available for freelancers.

“Hehe, truth unspoken.” The captain hid the goods behind his back. “These aren’t all mine.”

There were many like him in the line—people from brother units.

The moment the increase in special-effect food stock was confirmed, Minister Jiang notified nearby cities. They wasted no time—last night, they were already camping near the store.

The vending machines had also been upgraded. The enhanced attributes and effects of each food item were now clearly displayed.

Players had long speculated about the ‘attribute theory,’ which now seemed confirmed. Everyone at the restaurant was ecstatic and wanted to take as much as they could. But official staff were standing guard from early morning.

Players who originally had shares retrieved their portions—taking one step at a time, looking back reluctantly.

Meanwhile, official personnel from nearby cities, who had been queued up, rushed in.

By the time Jiang Jitang had finished treating all the gathered wounded players, over half an hour had passed. He gulped down a cup of tea and ran straight to Jiang Xingzhou’s office.

“Is there anything I can help with tomorrow?”

“Aren’t you going to relax? Just go relax—and bring a bodyguard.” Lately, Jiang Xingzhou had been arranging for protection. East Capital was an international metropolis—breeding ground for all sorts. Being away from home wasn’t like being at home—someone had to provide close protection.

Although most players were friendly towards healers, there were always psychos—some claiming to belong to cults seeking to destroy the world, some acting recklessly like lunatics.

Those kinds loved targeting healers.

Perhaps breaking something precious and fragile brought a twisted sense of accomplishment?

“Bodyguard?” He thought for a moment. “Sure. Minister, may I bring one more person? No involvement in any official matters—just purely to hang out.”

Jiang Xingzhou paused, hesitated, and asked: “The leader of the Secrecy Organization?”

Jiang Jitang nodded. “If it’s inconvenient, forget I asked.”

“It’s actually not inconvenient.” This would be the first formal meeting of East Region city heads. Aside from forming the Cleanup Squad, they would exchange information, assess available resources, and decide on reasonable allocation.

After all, the regional chief for the East Zone had yet to be chosen—they didn’t know if the higher-ups would appoint one or if they would elect a leader.

Overall, there wasn’t anything that required high confidentiality.

That was why she so readily agreed to let Jiang Jitang go relax. If there were any risks, she would never allow it.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jitang’s eyes lit up slightly. He was fine with everything except close combat—his combat instincts were slow; by the time someone got in his face, he’d only just start lifting his weapon. But while he wasn’t good at melee, someone else was.

Also—it was East Capital, one of C-Nation’s signature cities. He’d never been, and likely Parsons hadn’t either—they could explore together.

Happily, Jiang Jitang left the minister’s office. Han Shuo couldn’t help asking Jiang Xingzhou, “Minister, that East Capital place…”

They had received news that several top domestic universities’ player organizations would be gathering in East Capital. When foreign exchange student players heard this, they wanted to attend too—not only that, they brought players from their universities abroad.

Coincidentally, the gathering time was exactly on the day Eastern Region officials were meeting to discuss terror zone solutions. The timing was so precise it seemed deliberate—but they’d reported it half a month ago.

Whether or not it made sense that foreign players wanted to join a domestic gathering wasn’t important. The issue was: many of these elite foreign students were left-wingers. Mild ones were tolerable—but extreme ones carried unstable factors.

East Capital had already made preparations in case of any unexpected incidents.

As a top-tier “nanny dad,” Jiang Jitang was absolutely among the first names on certain people’s target lists.

“I know,” Jiang Xingzhou had already considered this, “but what should we do—restrict his travel because he’s too good? Nicely phrased, that’s protection. Less nicely, it’s imprisonment, isn’t it?”

Han Shuo couldn’t refute. Only criminals were restricted from travel within the country.

“Don’t worry, security has already been tightened. This decision was made on impulse—not many people know, just you and me. Also, Deputy Minister Jiang won’t be with us.”

“In fact, you might want to worry whether our itinerary will run into trouble. We’re going there to discuss resolving terror zones. And we’re the type of mid-level officials whose combat ability isn’t strong and who can easily be replaced. I can’t think of any strategic value in targeting us.”

To put it bluntly, with C-Nation’s population scale—if minor managers like them died, there were plenty of substitutes. It wasn’t worth the effort.

In comparison, the top-tier players from each division—and special talents like Jiang Jitang—had a much higher “assassination cost-effectiveness.”

“Go home and pack well. It’ll be four days. If things are light, you’ll get two days to play.”

Jiang Jitang stayed until the afternoon. Aside from freeloading meals, he waited for the tycoon. Around three, the tycoon arrived discreetly, bringing a convoy of six luxury cars.

As an ordinary citizen, this was Jiang Jitang’s first in-person encounter with a turbaned gold-tycoon. Without even doing anything yet, he received another meeting gift—this time, a high-grade defensive prop.

Of course, the tycoon also made a request—he hoped Jiang Jitang could demonstrate his healing ability on the spot.

Coincidentally, there were several severely injured players at the kindergarten waiting to be treated. Jiang Jitang healed them. After watching in amazement and clicking their tongues, the group discussed for a few minutes, then handed him a contract.

Before entering a dungeon, this tycoon would come to the kindergarten each time, and hoped that Jiang Jitang would be there to make sure that after leaving the game, his HP could be fully restored, returning him to optimal condition.

He would notify Jiang Jitang one week in advance before entering a dungeon.

As an active player, his frequency of entering the game was 2–4 times per month. The commission was 1 million USD, monthly salary, after tax, paid at the start of each month.

It was a one-year contract.

If the tycoon died due to an accident, the contract would automatically terminate—neither side would owe compensation. But if he survived the full year, he would additionally give a bonus of 10 million USD and extend the contract for another year.

In other words—as long as the tycoon did not die within a year, Jiang Jitang would earn 22 million USD.

That’s 22 million USD—over 100 million C-Nation currency.

And after tax.

This money must land in his pocket.

“Pleasure working with you.”