A few days later, Crooked Mouth came to Chen Jie and introduced him to a job.

Hearing the knock on the door, Shangdi opened the door and smiled and said, "Brother Chen."

"Brother Shang, I have a job with 10,000 federal coins per month. Will you go?" Chen Jie asked straight to the point.

Ten thousand federal coins are equivalent to 60,000 weekly national coins. Those who work in antique streets only have more than 1,000 weekly national coins per month.

"What job?" Shandy asked.

"Looking for the Demon Tower." Chen Jie replied.

"I'm the one." Shangdi smiled.

"Follow me." Chen Jie said impatiently.

The two of them came to a courtyard house and explained their purpose, and they were taken in by the guard.

"Professor Li, Mr. Chen is here." The guard said with a respectful expression.

"Who is Mr. Chen?" asked Li Wenyuan, who was in his fifties.

"I am Chen Jie, this is Shangdi." Chen Jie said.

Charle, a federal archaeologist in his forties, frowned: "We don't need him."

"Then I won't go either." Chen Jie threatened.

"What is his ability?" Charle asked.

"We are safe only with him." Chen Jie said.

"I have this." Char pulled out a pistol.

Shangdi snatched the pistol quickly and in the blink of an eye, the pistol turned into parts.

"Zhou Guo Kung Fu?" Char asked.

"Not bad!" Shangdi nodded without denying it.

Chen Jie showed his abilities and was recognized by everyone.

"Each person has 10,000 federal coins per month. If there is no objection, sign it on it." Nasha, the employer of the joint archaeological team, came up with two agreements.
Chapter completed!