"That's good, that's good..." Thomas Moore let out a sigh of relief. David Walker continued, "I need to think it over carefully. According to him, Jiuyueshe is very powerful."

"But they're from the demonic path!" Thomas Moore deliberately emphasized the word "demonic," but David Walker didn't care at all. "People just have different philosophies. Who says everyone from the demonic path is a bad person?"

"This..." Thomas Moore was left speechless. The old man raised his eyebrows, "As long as you're alright, get some rest for today."

He and Grace Carter got into the car and left together. David Walker muttered to himself, "What a cheapskate. I thought this Lincoln was actually given to me, but it turns out it's just a loan. So much for Kongtong Sect's strength—it's nothing special after all."

Volume One: A Stroke of Luck

Chapter 9: An Unexpected Reunion

Early the next morning, while still in a deep sleep, David Walker was woken up by the ringing phone. He glanced at the number—it was from the magazine office.

"Hello."

"Hello, this is Emily Smith."

David Walker said, "Oh, it's you. What's up? Don't tell me that witch is upset because I was late again. She did say I could come to work whenever I wanted."

On the other end, Emily Smith said, "No, the deputy editor said you've worked two days in a row, so you get a day off today. You don't need to come in."

David Walker was stunned. After hanging up, he still couldn't figure it out: What does this mean?

This job was arranged by the Kongtong Sect, but in the end, he just held a position without doing anything, always feeling out of place. At this moment, David Walker truly felt that the Kongtong Sect's strength was just so-so.

A day off—what's so bad about that? David Walker made up his mind. Damn it, worst case, let the people from Jiuyueshe find him another job. Didn't they say they were powerful? Let's see what they can do. David Walker threw off the towel covering him and got out of bed to wash his face.

Looking in the mirror, David Walker found himself more and more awkward. His perfectly fine hair had been dyed like this for that damned magazine office. Looking at his clothes, he wondered how he ever dared to go out dressed like this before—he looked almost gay. All for that damned magazine office, and he had put up with it!

But now, he had become a mere ornament, someone forcibly inserted into a position by connections and influence! He remembered when he graduated, seeing classmates with connections land good jobs, he had been so envious. But now that he was living off connections himself, he realized—damn, this feeling really sucks!

David Walker was furious. He smashed his toothbrush cup against the mirror. "Bang!" The mirror shattered all over the floor. Cursing, David Walker stormed out. At the street corner, Little Emily came up to him, "Boss, heading to the magazine office?"

"Not going. Little Emily, are you familiar with this area? Find me the best hair stylist!"

Little Emily didn't know why David Walker was so angry, but as an employee, he dutifully took David Walker to a very professional image design shop.

After a round of fussing, a hairstyle was specially designed for David Walker. Carrying a few recommended brand-name outfits, David Walker emptied out his last tens of thousands of yuan—anyway, those sects wouldn't let him starve, so what was there to be afraid of if he ran out of money?

When David Walker walked out of the image design shop, Little Emily's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but laugh, "Boss, you look totally different now. Before, you were just... hehe!"

Realizing he had said too much, Little Emily gave an awkward laugh and fell silent. David Walker grew even more annoyed—his previous look must have been terrible if even his driver couldn't stand it.

But David Walker forgot that the previous look was his own design. The clothes were also ones he had bought himself.

Now, with a total makeover, this set of name-brand clothes cost over ten thousand yuan. It wasn't the very best, but it was already quite luxurious.

Out of money, David Walker sat in the car, pondering how to get more. He couldn't just ask others for money outright. Even though his skin wasn't thin, he wasn't that shameless. There was still over two thousand yuan in his bank card, enough to last until the end of the month. By then, he'd get his salary—no matter what, he was working, and working meant getting paid—next month would be easier. He remembered back in school, when a hundred yuan had miraculously lasted him a whole month. Sigh, those were days best left forgotten...

This image makeover took up the whole morning. He grabbed a quick lunch, and with nowhere to go in the afternoon—he couldn't go to Red Bird Internet Café anymore—David Walker really had nothing to do. After thinking it over, he called Emily Smith.

"Hello, Emily Smith, it's me."

David Walker said, "Are you free? Come hang out with me."

Emily Smith knew he was in a bad mood, but she really couldn't get away. "I'd like to go out too, but Salina..."

David Walker said, "I know, sigh, never mind..." He realized that in this city, Emily Smith was the only one he was really familiar with.

Emily Smith said, "Are you bored? I'll tell you a place to go and have some fun."

The place Emily Smith mentioned was a teahouse—a Peking Opera teahouse.