SWDnovel Chapter 242 Forcing a Duck onto a Shelf
Chapter 242 Forcing a Duck onto a Shelf
Soon, all fifty positions were assigned.
Deputy Director Tang Xiaofu stepped forward, her voice cold and clear:
"Now, we'll be divided into seven groups based on job categories."
"Each group will have an experienced employee in the corresponding job type to guide you through a brief pre-job training, after which you will start working directly."
Her gaze swept across the crowd, and when she passed Lin Feng, her eyes lingered subtly on his face for a moment before she looked away without making a sound.
A moment later, a man in his fifties, wearing a navy blue zoo uniform, jogged over.
He was thin, with a slightly hunched back, gaunt cheeks, and deep eye bags that looked like two small pouches hanging from his eyes. He clutched an old leather notebook tightly in his hand, and his whole being exuded the weariness of someone who had been staying up late for a long time.
"Where is the ticket office?" he raised his voice and called out.
Lin Feng, Chiba Saori, and Song Xi stepped forward in response.
Lin Feng said, "Hello, we are three people from the ticket sales team."
The man nodded: "My name is Chen Fu, you can just call me Lao Chen. Come with me, we'll talk as we walk."
His voice was hoarse and dry. After speaking, he turned and walked quickly toward the main gate, as if he did not want to stay in the square for even a moment longer.
Lin Feng and his two companions immediately followed.
As Old Chen walked briskly, he began to give instructions quickly without turning his head:
"The ticket counter sounds simple, but it's just as crucial as it seems. Listen carefully!"
"First, the ticket price."
"Adult ticket, 100 'ghost coins' each."
Children between 1.2 and 1.5 meters tall are half price, 50 "ghost coins".
Children under 1.2 meters tall are free, but must be accompanied by an adult, and one adult can bring a maximum of two free children.
"We only accept 'ghost coins,' nothing else!"
"Identifying the 'strange coin' is not difficult. The coin has fine serrations on the edge, an eyeless raven is engraved on the front, and distorted numbers are on the back."
"The banknotes feel elastic like human skin, and when you look at them against the light, you can see a black blood vessel slowly wriggling inside."
He paused, then his tone suddenly turned sinister: "If you receive counterfeit money, the losses will be paid for with your own flesh and blood!"
Upon hearing this, Chiba Saori and Songxi's faces turned pale instantly.
This was the first time they had been drawn into this world of ghost stories, and they had never even seen or touched real "ghost coins."
Based solely on Old Chen's few abstract descriptions, it's impossible to construct a clear understanding in one's mind.
This is too vague and ethereal.
What if you receive counterfeit money and can't tell the difference...?
Chiba Saori seemed to feel the cold blade against her arm, while Songxi instinctively brought her legs together.
In contrast, Lin Feng remained calm.
His house was not only full of Ghost Coins, but he also used them to great effect in the last dungeon. He even had a great time chatting with Su Wan about life using Ghost Coins.
Therefore, he felt no pressure in identifying the strange coins.
Songxi hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and asked in a low voice:
"Master Chen...do you have any 'strange coins' on you? Could you...let us take a look?"
Old Chen didn't stop walking. He turned his head and glared at Songxi, then uttered two words curtly: "No."
"Secondly, the ticket sales time," Old Chen continued.
"Tickets will be sold at 8:00 AM sharp." He glanced at his watch. "It's 7:45 AM now, 15 minutes to go."
Both women swallowed simultaneously, and Chiba Saori couldn't help but exclaim, "Only 15 minutes left?!"
Isn't this forcing someone into a difficult situation?
Old Chen ignored their shock:
Ticket sales will stop at 5 p.m.
"The lunch break is from 12:00 to 1:30 in the afternoon. Regular staff will come to relieve you for an hour and a half."
Lin Feng nodded slightly.
This zoo, at least, has a touch of humanity.
"Third, only red tickets marked 'Valid for the day' will be sold, and we will refuse to sell or give away any blue tickets—even if tourists offer high prices for them."
The partial rule-affinity talent he inherited from his daughter, Zhixia, made it instantly clear to Lin Feng—
This rule is correct!
The blue ticket is likely a "pass" to a dangerous area inside the zoo.
"Fourth, if a visitor asks 'How do I get to the primate enclosure?' you can only describe it verbally and must never point in any direction. Also, avoid making eye contact with visitors for more than 2 seconds throughout the visit."
Lin Feng frowned; this was yet another correct rule.
The primate enclosure... probably holds quite a secret.
"Fifth, at 10:00 AM sharp, regardless of whether there are tourists, the ticket window must be closed for 10 minutes. Everyone must sit quietly with their backs to the window, and must not turn around or speak."
Lin Feng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
Although he couldn't explain why, his intuition told him with exceptional clarity that the rule was wrong.
"Sixth, refuse to sell tickets to tourists who are 'covered in white fur and wearing a black straw hat,' even if they show several times the amount of ghost currency, and immediately press the red alarm button under the ticket counter."
This is also a correct rule.
It seems the zoo is also preventing some dangerous creatures from getting in.
Old Chen closed his notebook, looked up at the three of them, and said, "These are the six rules. Have you memorized them clearly?"
Chiba Saori's face turned pale: "I...I was so nervous, I only remembered the first two points...Is there a written version?"
Old Chen glared at her and said irritably, "No."
As he spoke, he yawned, "Oh, we're here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he led the three of them into a low building next to the main gate—the ticket office.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a strong smell of rust rushed into my nostrils.
The ticket office is small, with three ticket windows side by side facing the entrance, all fitted with thick bulletproof glass.
However, the glass was no longer clear; it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and countless deep scratches.
Several splatter-like dark red streaks, like flowers of evil, were solidified inside and outside the glass. Even on the edge of the small window for handing over money and collecting tickets below, dried and blackened scabs could be seen.
This is no ordinary workplace; it is clearly the remnant of a violent crime scene.
Clearly, some employees who failed to handle ticketing issues properly or violated the rules have been subjected to extremely terrible "treatment" here, leaving behind these silent yet powerful warnings.
Chiba Saori and Songxi's faces turned deathly pale instantly, their stomachs churning, and they instinctively covered their mouths.
Even Lin Feng's expression turned serious when he saw this scene.
It seems that one cannot be careless in the slightest when it comes to the job of a ticket seller.
Old Chen pointed to the window numbers: "1, 2, 3, your respective positions. Your work clothes are in the lockers inside, change into them."
He glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's almost 8 o'clock, everyone be alert."
After saying that, he walked out of the ticket office without looking back, as if he had completed a task.
The room fell silent instantly.
The three exchanged a glance and quickly headed towards the lockers inside.
The uniforms in the lockers were all dark blue with stand-up collars, made of rough material, with the words "ticket seller" embroidered on the epaulets, and they smelled like mothballs.
Lin Feng and Song west quickly changed into their new clothes.
Chiba Saori faced a bit of trouble; she needed to take off her gorgeous furisode kimono first.
When she unbuckled her outer belt and took off her loose coat, all that remained underneath was a set of black lace lingerie, revealing her curves.
The live stream chat exploded instantly:
[Screenshot! Screenshot!]
[This figure... I'm in love!]
[Saori-chan is the best!]
Lin Feng glanced at it subconsciously, then quickly looked away, showing little interest.
It's too dry.
Compared to my own wife's perfectly proportioned, plump, and soft figure, she's nowhere near as good!