Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1375 - 664

Feihong Road, Midnight Forest Bar.

In the VIP lounge on the second floor, the light is somewhat dim.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

But here, heavy curtains block most of the sunlight outside the glass.

On the marble coffee table, several empty beer bottles lie haphazardly, and the ashtray is already stuffed full of cigarette butts.

The air ferments with an unpleasant smell, seemingly a mix of tobacco, alcohol, and foot odor.

Snore—snore—

On the wide leather sofa, a young man with a buzz cut is lying on his back, sleeping soundly.

He’s bare-chested, wearing only a pair of floral beach shorts.

His tattoo-covered arms are sprawled out, revealing a roaring tiger tattoo on his chest.

One leg dangles on the edge of the sofa, precariously, with a suspicious trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.

It was evident he had an all-night revelry last night, thus exhausting his energy, sleeping until now.

Ring—ring—

A sudden phone ringtone shattered the silence in the room.

Xu Hao smacked his lips a couple of times, muttering vaguely, turning over to continue sleeping.

But the ringtone persisted, showing no signs of stopping.

He furrowed his brows, eyes still closed, his right hand groping aimlessly on the coffee table.

With a clatter, he knocked over an empty beer bottle.

Then he leaned down, reaching for the floor under the sofa.

Searching for a while but found nothing, his hand came up empty.

Hearing the phone ring again, he irritably scratched his head, picked some eye gunk, slowly propped himself up into a sitting position.

Glancing around, he eventually looked down and found the phone firmly squashed under his bottom.

"Ah—"

Squinting, he yawned, pulling out the hot phone, groggily pressing the answer key.

"Xu Hao!"

As the call connected, a familiar and steady voice came through the receiver.

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it seemed to carry a high-voltage current.

One second ago, Xu Hao was half-asleep; the next, he sprang off the sofa like a spring-loaded cushion under him.

His feet snapped together, standing upright, holding the phone in both hands, his tone instantly respectful:

"Chairman, I’m here!"

"What are you doing now?" The voice on the other end asked.

Xu Hao’s eyes darted, immediately answering:

"Boss, I was up all night cultivating the Great Sun Burning Body Technique you taught me! I felt something special, just that the spirit was a bit drained, was about to close my eyes to recover a bit."

"By the way, did you call me for an important task?"

Before Fang Cheng could delve deeper, he smoothly diverted the topic, fervently expressing his loyalty:

"Boss, just say the word; wherever you’re pointing, I’ll go, I won’t hesitate to go through fire and water, Haozi never shirks!"

"Yes, there’s indeed a task, and I intend to hand it to you."

Fang Cheng paused slightly.

Then he lowered his voice, elaborating in great detail over the phone.

"Mm, mm, understood..."

Listening and nodding, Xu Hao’s loose expression first turned startled, then slowly turned odd.

Once Fang Cheng finished, Xu Hao repeatedly assured, replying respectfully:

"Boss, rest assured, I remembered everything, I’ll make sure to handle this beautifully!"

"Do a good job, I believe in your smartness and wit."

Fang Cheng encouraged him in closing.

With a beep, the call ended.

Xu Hao, holding the phone in his right hand, scratched his mess of short hair with his left, muttering to himself in confusion:

"Boss wants me to go to West Mountain and be some village guard? And check out the details of an old zombie?"

Hearing words like zombie and ghosts just now, on a hot day, a chill ran up his back.

But after a thought, he realized he had the chairman—a man like a god or demon—behind him.

No matter if it’s a vampire or a thousand-year-old mummy, in front of the boss, they’re all small fry!

If it really ticks me off, I’ll just call for backup directly.

By then, when the boss arrives, won’t he scatter the ashes of those supernatural creatures?

This self-assurance was quite effective.

Xu Hao instantly perked up, filled with confidence.

After this unexpected incident, any trace of sleepiness vanished.

Instead of returning to the sofa, he turned to look at the desk in the corner.

A bulky square monitor computer sat on the desk, its case still looking relatively new, yet the keyboard had quite a bit of ash lodged in the gaps.

This metal brute was something he had bought to stay trendy, originally intended for gaming, but he had to painstakingly learn Pinyin typing for it.

In the end, his gaming talent was too awful, getting bullied every day, so it ended up being relegated as a dedicated tool for watching movies.

Xu Hao walked over, tossed the phone onto the desk, and pressed the power button on the computer tower.

The fan buzzed with a humming sound.

The screen flickered twice, gradually lit up, and the desktop icons appeared.

He first opened the browser, following Fang Cheng’s instructions, extending two thick fingers to type in a "hunt-and-peck" style on the keyboard.

The typing was very slow, with scattered clicking sounds ringing out.

After more than half a minute, "Talent Recruitment Network" finally appeared on the screen.

He then entered related search terms like "East Capital West Mountain," "village guard."

The page refreshed, with a slew of irrelevant entries popping up.

Xu Hao squinted, slowly filtering through until only a few remained.

With a somewhat greasy mouse, he clicked on the link marked "Ancient Locust Village."