Chapter 00110: This World is a Huge Outsourcing
# This World is a Huge Outsourcing
Chapter 110
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 110: This World is a Huge Outsourcing
A wave of resentment and anger, almost tangible, surged towards Ji Jue, making him break out in a cold sweat.
His expression twisted in discomfort.
Indeed, Brother Kunpeng's experiences could only be described as heartbreaking, as if he were the protagonist of a tragic story.
Imagine this: a dogged student, toiling day and night, grinding through school and witnessing one classmate after another get buried under the heavy pressure of exams.
Eventually, he finally graduates with a hot degree, aiming to succeed in the industry.
After signing a lucrative contract with a renowned company, he dreams of showcasing his talents.
But instead, he’s assigned to the mailroom, earning a meager salary, spending his days collecting packages and reading newspapers.
Day after day, the monotony drags on.
Watching his former classmates, who once struggled, rise to remarkable success while he remains stuck in the mailroom, sipping tea and smoking a cigarette, he feels his ambitions stifled.
After a year and a half of this, one day, the company’s boss rushes in, panicked, and says, "Dude, the company is going under; we need your help!"
When Ji Jue finally closes the newspaper, gives a mischievous smile, he knows his words will be more stinging than Brother Kunpeng's frustrations.
Realizing this, Ji Jue felt a sudden baldness creeping on him.
He had a bad feeling that this dinner treat from his brother might not end up as he thought.
"How about, while there’s still time, we discuss tonight's race? Can you switch cars and take my three-wheeler instead? It's a guaranteed win!" he suggested.
They did win, but at the cost of all their dignity.
"Hey, have you heard? He’s the one who won the race on a three-wheeler…"
If he earned the nickname of the Three-Wheeler God, Boss Chen would surely find it hard to hold his head high in the racing community afterward.
"Brother, I know you’re anxious. Please hear me out first."
Ji Jue sighed, squatting down and seriously advising the car: "Firstly, we can’t deny the objective facts. The situation is what it is, the conditions are these. But you know, old Chen truly can’t drive, right? Even if he can’t drive, he hasn’t neglected your care, has he? Every few months, the maintenance has been consistent, nothing out of place. The engine has no sign of carbon build-up, and it's in perfect condition, right?"
"I understand you’re upset, but I have a solution. How about I make sure he takes you to a professional race at least once a month from now on? And then, I'll give you a full pampering session afterward; you’ll be satisfied!"
As his voice faded, Ji Jue felt the surge of Kunpeng's anger rise again.
He hesitated but had no choice but to use his special abilities: "Brother, just give me some face, will you?"
"... Hmph! You think just saying that earns my respect? Well… I could consider it…”
Despite the rage boiling within, Kunpeng reluctantly accepted after much back and forth—there was no way around it.
After all, he had called Ji Jue "Brother," offered so many kind words, and even asked for a favor!
“Just… this once, alright?” he finally conceded after a long deliberation, pressing the horn to indicate seriousness and resolve.
"I don't usually give face! Don’t let this happen again!"
The effects of Ji Jue’s charm were astonishing.
Most creations had no way to resist his commands.
If Ji Jue hadn’t insisted on having Kunpeng take Chen Yubo to the race, Kunpeng would have simply carried Ji Jue and dashed through Lianhua Mountain! And afterward, would have casually asked, “Brother, did you enjoy it? If it didn’t go well, we can go another lap!”
Even so, considering his beloved car-fixing brother, Kunpeng chose to overlook the anger still boiling within him as he angrily glared at Chen Yubo, who was munching on watermelon nearby.
Chen Yubo looked back in confusion, his eyes shining with sincerity and ignorance, "What's up, Brother Ji?"
"It’s nothing. We’ve ‘discussed’ it; tonight’s race is definitely on."
Ji Jue smiled, not offering any further explanation.
"The car is in excellent condition, nothing else needs changing. We’re just one step away from racing, but I need your cooperation."
"Mm?"
In confusion, Chen Yubo watched as Ji Jue brought over a massive incense burner, placing it before Kunpeng and handing him a lit incense stick.
"All things have spirits. We rely on it to restore your honor tonight. A little bow and offering of incense wouldn’t be over the top, right?"
“Ah? Does… does this work?”
Chen Yubo was taken aback, struggling to understand.
Isn’t Brother Ji an alchemist? How could he be chanting spells?
Seeing Ji Jue’s serious demeanor, he hesitated a moment but accepted the incense stick—he might not have many other qualities, but he excelled in listening to recommendations, and since Ji Jue assured him, he wouldn’t question something so minor.
Even as Ji Jue solemnly reminded him to be sincere and avoid half-heartedness, Chen Yubo mirrored his instructions perfectly.
After all, he had bowed countless times at temples.
What was wrong with bowing to his own car?
“Come on, Brother Car, I’m counting on you tonight!"
With all his sincerity, Chen Yubo clasped the incense stick and bowed deeply toward the racing car.
Just as he started to rise, a powerful wind and a loud crash blasted toward him!
The dazzling bright light was close at hand.
In an instant, the previously silent car roared to life, shooting forward several meters before slamming to a halt just inches from him.
Two glaring headlights shone down on his shocked expression, the tire screeching sound seemed like mockery.
“What the—”
Chen Yubo fell back, wide-eyed, so stunned that he forgot to worry about his pants, exclaiming aloud, “It really has a spirit?!”
“Creating an attachment is quite complicated, and maintaining it is challenging too.”
Ji Jue’s face was stoic, reflecting the cold demeanor he learned from Professor Ye. “Your choice of car is quite good. However, this one has a rather fiery temperament. It’s best to take it to professional tracks to run a few laps every month or let someone drive it in competitions. Doing so will ensure that even if the spirit doesn’t stay as strong as now, it will last for many years.”
Chen Yubo, without blinking, immediately agreed, excitedly starting to make arrangements for professional venues and racing workshops for the next six months, and the resentment in Kunpeng's heart finally began to fade.
Excellent, the machine spirit was pleased.
While Chen Yubo eagerly posed for photos with Kunpeng, praising the engine lid, Ji Jue quietly wiped a cold sweat.
Earning three hundred and not-so-easy dollars, and he had to moonlight as a mediator, helping mend relationships…
“Oh right.”
Ji Jue turned to Lu Feng, who was slacking off nearby. “Brother Feng, let’s install a couple more seat belts in the driver’s seat, and grab a roll of plastic bags to store in the glove box.”
Lu Feng seemed puzzled.
"What do we need the plastic bags for?"
Ji Jue glanced at the agitated Kunpeng, shaking his head with a sigh.
"Of course, it’s in case someone gets sick in the car.”
As polite knocking came at the door, two large trucks filled with various cooking utensils parked at the back.
Chefs, carrying all sorts of fresh seafood and condiments, filed in.
After greeting the boss, they set about preparing a meal in the backyard.
Some brought out tables and laid down tablecloths, getting everything set for dinner.
The youngest and the third brother, having never witnessed such a grand affair, cheered and ran around excitedly in the backyard.
Mama Lu sat behind the counter, watching them with a smile, calling for Er Niu to come home for the feast.
If they missed inviting her, given Lu Ling’s stubbornness, she feared there would be tears shed into her pillow later…
Amid the lively atmosphere, Ji Jue chuckled softly, not involving himself in the antics.
With his heavy toolbox in hand, he turned to the repair shop.
Dinner would still be a while away.
He rolled up his sleeves and removed his safety gloves; intricate geometric patterns shimmered across his hands, reflecting on the smooth car surface.
Non-Attack Manifestation!
Then, as his fingertips danced over the car’s body, complex spiritual circuits sprang to life, extending and twisting, enveloping the entire Kunpeng in an instant.
Time was too tight; adjusting the power unit would affect everything else.
Without the original factory or specialized equipment to measure, hastily making changes could lead to issues.
Moreover, this system, during its manufacturing and modification, had already been meticulously designed countless times by professional engineers based on the owner’s needs.
There was no need to overdo it.
But aside from that, there were still so many areas to improve!
By reviving the car’s innate spirit and essence with Mechanical Reduction, and then using Fluid Alchemy to adjust the properties of the framework, suspension, tires, and other components, natural enhancements manifested almost as if ordained by heaven itself!
Though just temporary adjustments, the effects would surely fade with time, getting through tonight was absolutely no problem.
Considering the material restrictions, after enhancing properties, the car’s body strength, toughness, hardness, and other metrics would increase by another sixty percent.
Along with Ji Jue’s ongoing reinforcement and refinement, its safety and stability were maximized.
Since he took the money, he had to ensure absolute certainty.
For the precious bond with the boss, he would tackle any risks head-on, whether racing through Lianhua Mountain tonight or facing any fiery challenges, he’d bring this machine to the finish line!
For friendship, passion, victory!
And the remaining payment!
As night fell, stars twinkled above.
Outside Yanzhou city, beside the seldom-trodden Lianhua Mountain road, vehicles from the Road Administration already lined at both ends.
The road repair vehicles glowed with lights, workers laboring under the signs warning of roadwork, blocking incoming traffic.
Yet, just as if they were invisible, luxury cars zipped past the caution lines and onto the mountain.
The young workers, filled with envy, would sneak glances at the disappearing tail lights while older foremen casually lit their cigarettes, enjoying the breeze and occasionally spitting aside.
No worries at all.
It was well-known that those with wealth and leisure were often drawn to high-threshold hobbies, and over time, they naturally formed exclusive circles.
Yanzhou had many clubs, but few could match the high standards of Boss Chen’s racing club.
Youthful, wealthy, and equipped with cars capable of hitting four to five hundred, the enjoyment was beyond ordinary imagination.
“Actually, although the club can be messy, overall, it’s not too bad. Everyone here is well-off; we’re all socializing, so there’s no way anyone would foolishly bring out stuff like drugs.”
“Compared to racing, the most common activities are just playing ball, cruising around to get familiar with each other, and if an opportunity arises, making money together. Bonds deepen over time, turning superficial friends into real friends.”
“Even if arguments arise, they resolve amicably; it’s rare for someone to make things so awkward that someone loses face outright.”
Boss Chen sat in the driver’s seat, struggling to push the speed to fifty, fully focused on control.
For some reason, he felt especially restless tonight; with just a gentle press on the gas, the speed shot up to greet a hundred, and in panic, he fumbled for the brakes, causing Ji Jue in the passenger seat to start feeling dizzy.
“Ugh, that Mu character! Ever since he arrived, the entire club has become like a chaotic mess, the atmosphere has changed. Many friends nowadays refuse to come out for events, our encounters are becoming distant.”
He sighed in despair. “At this rate, I’ll just have to hang out in the yacht club from now on. And I can’t even drive a blimp; that’s too troublesome. Hey, Ji Brother, why do you seem so quiet? Feeling unwell?”
Nope, I’m fine; just feeling a little bruised inside, you know, from the poor man’s perspective.
At a loss for words, Ji Jue merely wished he could spit a mouthful of blood in his face.
He just wanted to clarify how much of that three million was his earnings and how much was for emotional damages… There was no way that none of it was illegally spent, right!
Soon, they pulled over to the roadside.
Amidst the shadows of the towering mountains ahead, streetlights flickered, illuminating the winding road.
Not far away, a cluster of luxury cars, usually only seen at car exhibitions, had gathered, and surprisingly, someone had set up a stage.
Amidst the flashing lights, pulsating electronic music blared.
Not only was there a DJ on site, but various servers swarmed around, offering champagne on trays…
If it weren’t for the remote mountain scenery, Ji Jue would have thought he’d stepped into a luxurious hotel or a grand ball.
When people’s wealth exceeds their needs, they become playful.
As for playing like these second-generation rich kids, Ji Jue could only dream—what a waste of time and money! A more efficient use of that cash would be pooling it together for a workshop instead!
Even in the midst of such exuberance, Ji Jue felt a sense of distance and detachment.
Though everyone had the same pair of eyes and ears, the sounds they sought to hear and the sights they wished to see were completely different.
“It’s so lively,” he thought, opening the car door, quietly marveling.
At this moment, among the stars of the night, one of the guests of honor, Chen Yubo, drew everyone's attention upon his arrival, and among the crowd stood a young man in a shirt already stained by wine, revealing his muscular chest, who grinned mockingly, clutching his female companion, "Oh, I thought Brother Chen wouldn’t come!"
Unlike his competitor’s mockery, other close friends within the club quickly surrounded Chen, patting him on the shoulder to encourage him.
“Old Chen, don’t mess this up!”
“Right, stay sharp.”
“Go for it! You got this!”
With encouragement from his friends, Chen Yubo grew increasingly pumped up.
Feeling unrestrained, he tore off his tie, unable to contain the frustration and anger boiling within him.
Striding forward confidently, he pointed a finger at his opponent, shouting loudly, “You, Mu, I’m going to—”
Ji Jue’s expression twitched as he instinctively stepped in front of the boss.
He was there simply to assist with dialing in, not for a real-life duel.
Even if the little cow behind them suddenly pulled out a shotgun to shoot up everyone present, what would be the point of that?
Given that everyone here was from wealthy families, getting involved in a scuffle could easily lead to endless trouble.
The thought of parents anxiously watching their children suffer hung-ups made Ji Jue grimace.
Fortunately, before things escalated, the crowd had already pulled them apart.
Everyone had placed their bets after all—if one got sent to the hospital tonight, would the race even continue?
Mu Jiang’s face clouded with a storm of rage, but he managed to rein it in, sneering, “Chen, don’t act tough; others might fear your family, but I sure don’t!”
“Fear? From you?”
During the scuffle, Chen Yubo had fully unleashed his anger: “You’re just some washed-up loser from Tide City, forced out and now swaggering through Stone City? You wanted to race, huh? Let me tell you—if you’re swimming in cash, there’s plenty of ways to lose; but winning? Forget about it!”
“Good! Bring it on!”
"That’s right!"
“Let’s do this!!!”
In the crowd, many excited voices shouted, cheering him on.
Ji Jue’s eyelids flickered as he thought, “Damn, where did all these troublemakers come from?”
Isn’t it true that those who love watching a show don’t shy away from trouble?
However, among this crowd, he did recognize a few deeper friendships.
A few whispered closer reminders on the side: “Old Chen, take it easy; that guy’s a bit tricky.”
“I called a while back; Old Li lost under strange circumstances.”
“That kid might have some sneaky tricks, so watch out.”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Chen Yubo said instinctively glancing back at Ji Jue nearby, boosting his confidence. “I’m all set; that so-called Tide City car god is all garbage!”
“Today, I’m going to wipe the floor with him and send him back to Tide City!”
His impassioned cry ignited cheers and encouragement again, while Ji Jue wiped the sweat from his brow, sensing a subtle shift in the lingering spirit energy in the crowd.
He glanced around, quickly spotting Mu Jiang next to a captivating woman.
The woman met his gaze, momentarily stunned as their eyes locked, both sharing a brief flash of recognition.
Damn, this is awkward—another player in the game!
You’re here to compete too, right?!
However, unlike Ji Jue’s cordial nod, the woman’s dark eyes flashed with a warning: back off, don’t get in the way!
Ji Jue maintained his smile, beaming cheerfully, brushing off the ominous feeling.
Ah, did she just threaten him?
Under the flickering lights, he slightly turned his head as a cloud passed over his warm smile, now shrouded in a shadow that could not be erased.
Now this feels like being provoked.
Ah, please send a monthly ticket!
(End of Chapter)