Resolution

Focusing back on the pearl, Di Tou scanned through quite a few more messages and only picked up its and bits of information here and there.

Feeling annoyed, Di Tou couldn't help but curse. "F*ck, that old man really knows how to talk about everything but the important stuff, ah?"

After listening to hundreds of messages, most of which were just random complaints, Di Tou still hadn't heard anything about what the f*ck he was supposed to do as a janitor, or as a fake Mu Di Bai.

It couldn't be that there was nothing he had to do right?

If nothing else, it was a job, so there had to be responsibilities, ah? And even if there weren't any responsibilities, at least tell him where he could get paid!

After all, while it seemed like Mu Di Bai had quite a fortune stashed at home, and Di Tou hadn't managed to spend even a hundredth of it so far, it was only a matter of time before he ran into funding issues if he kept on only spending and not earning.