Black Tech Internet Cafe System

Chapter 8: A Shop that Rips Customers Off?

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

“What are these monsters? They’re so powerful! There must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind everything!” The two of them sat up in front of their desks with extreme interest. They wanted to continue their adventure so that they could uncover Resident Evil’s plot!

Unfortunately, neither of them knew how to use their guns, so they were quickly stumped when they encountered the zombie dog.

Fighting the zombie dog with their hands without it touching them seemed impossible!

Perhaps they were lucky enough to kill one or two zombie dogs, but not all the ones that they encountered since everyone makes careless mistakes at times.

They spent two hours fighting the zombie dogs. Then, they glanced over at Song Qingfeng, who seemed to be having fun, as his character was using the gun in his hands to shoot his enemies. They exclaimed, “Qingfeng! Where did you get your weapon?”

Lin Shao’s eyes stared at Song Qingfeng’s screen intently. “The zombie dogs can’t even get close to your character! It’s so awesome!”

“Is it a spiritual artifact created by a cultivator? Qingfeng, can we get one as well?”

Song Qingfeng responded proudly, “Weren’t you given two options in the beginning? If you pick the first option, you get a gun.”

“That’s it?”

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” They were both confident enough to choose the option without teammates, but to their surprise, the game was as difficult as could be.

“Aren’t the two of you meeting someone afterwards?” Song Qingfeng rolled his eyes at them, but his friends immediately shook their heads. “We’re not going, we’re not going! Brother, if you told us how amazing this game was from the very start, we wouldn’t have even made plans!”

Song Qingfeng’s expression filled with disdain, “I told you so many times this morning, but did either of you believe me?”

“…” Being at a loss for words, both of them fell into an awkward silence. Since they found the ‘gate to success’, they both decided to restart their games, just so they could try out a new weapon in their quest to kill monsters.

“System, did I complete my task?” Fang Qi glanced at the three occupied computer desks. Since he was sitting on the fourth computer, his internet café was a full capacity, right?

“You’re the owner of the internet café; you don’t count as a customer.”

“…” Fang Qi stuck out a middle finger and asked, “Can I at least go look for one?”

“As the owner, please do not solicit others.”

“…” Fang Qi’s expression darkened. “What do you mean, ‘solicit others?”

Feeling like he couldn’t do anything to help himself, Fang Qi fell back onto his chair furiously.

Just then, a beefy-looking man walked up to the internet café.

“Someone’s here?” Fang Qi’s eyes lit up; talk about meatballs falling out of the sky.

“I heard a couple days ago a shop that rips others off opened on this street and deceived a few customers yesterday. I, Liang Shi, hate it when these things happen!” The beefy man looked up at the sign above the door. “Origins? How arrogant! It’s this shop, isn’t it! I’d like to see how this shop can dupe me!”

Then, he forcefully pushed open the door of the internet café and shouted, “Who’s the owner?”

Fang Qi immediately walked up to him.