Can Jiuluoyu Also Work As Customer Service In Wuxianliu? Chapter 8
byChapter 8: Cultivation
“Ghost Painter!”
Seeing the Ghost Painter in the Break Room, Zhang Yu excitedly greeted him.
The Ghost Painter’s lips curved into a slight, artificial smile: “How was your day?”
Zhang Yu patted his chest: “Everything’s great. I’ve completely adapted to our company now.”
“That’s good.” The Ghost Painter subtly observed Zhang Yu.
“Oh, right,” Zhang Yu sat down casually next to the Ghost Painter, “Can I change how I address you? Calling you Ghost Painter feels really strange.”
“What do you want to call me?”
“Can you tell me your name? I mean, your real name.” Zhang Yu looked expectant.
“Lin Xichen.”
“That sounds nice!” Zhang Yu was delighted, feeling that the name perfectly matched the Ghost Painter’s Aura, much better than his alias.
“Is that so.”
The Ghost Painter’s gaze remained on Zhang Yu. Why could this person be happy every day over such trivial matters?
“Then can I call you Xichen,” Zhang Yu subtly elevated his own status, “I feel like we’re about the same age.”
“You may.”
“Xichen.” Zhang Yu tried calling him.
The Ghost Painter cooperated with a soft “Mm.”
Zhang Yu felt something explode in his mind, followed by a tingling sensation throughout his body.
Oh my god, a qualitative leap!
Since entering the city, Zhang Yu had met many people, and every time he tried his best to build good relationships, but for some reason, others always seemed to dislike him.
People who were chatting would suddenly fall silent and quickly disperse when he approached; if he proactively helped others with work, the other party would scold him with an unpleasant expression and tell him to stay away; if he encountered something he couldn’t handle and asked for help, others would only say, “I don’t know how, don’t ask me…”
Countless times, Zhang Yu heard others whispering, disgustedly saying how unlucky they were to run into a lunatic who couldn’t understand human speech, and that he might suddenly go crazy one day. People like him shouldn’t be let out.
Thus, he was tacitly excluded by one person after another.
Before joining the company, only Old Man Tong would bother to talk to him, usually while huffing and puffing.
But now it was different. The Ghost Painter spoke to him gently, replied to his WeChat messages, and even allowed him to call him by his name.
He was not the lunatic others claimed him to be.
Noticing Zhang Yu’s sudden dip in mood, the Ghost Painter gently stroked his messy hair: “What’s wrong?”
Zhang Yu shook his head.
The Ghost Painter took in Zhang Yu’s reaction: “How about I teach you how to write?”
After speaking, the Ghost Painter himself was slightly surprised.
Zhang Yu lifted his head: “Huh? Really?”
“If you are willing.”
“Willing, willing, a hundred times willing!”
Zhang Yu knew his handwriting was ugly. He had bought calligraphy practice books, but the effect was minimal.
Having a teacher guide him was, of course, the best possible outcome.
The Ghost Painter found paper and a pen and started teaching him, beginning with how to hold the pen.
Zhang Yu asked foolishly: “Were you a teacher before?”
“No. Why?”
“Then how do you explain things so well,” Zhang Yu said sincerely, “Better than online classes.”
The Ghost Painter smiled: “It means you are smart.”
Zhang Yu: “!”
Unknowingly, several hours passed.
By the time Zhang Yu realized it, it was almost time to clock out.
He had actually spent the entire afternoon openly slacking off with the Ghost Painter in the Break Room.
If the boss found out, he would surely be fired on the spot!
Zhang Yu sneaked back to his cubicle. Ding Anna across from him looked like she had something she wanted to say but held back.
Zhang Yu steeled himself and ignored her gaze, secretly praying that Ding Anna wouldn’t expose him.
Fortunately, Ding Anna said nothing in the end.
After dinner, Xia Yun went out for his usual walk.
He was in his forties, short, and habitually wore a dark polo shirt and baggy suit pants, with a string of keys clipped to his waist, looking no different from most middle-aged men.
After walking for a while, he unexpectedly encountered an old man setting up a stall.
This was a bustling old street with countless vendors, but this old man stood out—a banner was hung on the back of his cart, which was a missing person notice, featuring a young boy in a school uniform.
The boy on the banner looked only seventeen or eighteen, with a buzz cut and a few acne spots on his face. He seemed unaccustomed to having his picture taken, his smile a bit stiff and shy, but his youthful, vibrant spirit was still evident.
Xia Yun’s heart sank, and he froze in place.
The vendor looked up and saw Xia Yun. His expression was also strange. After a moment of silence, he spoke first: “Teacher Xia.”
Xia Yun felt bitter: “Tong Wei’s father, still setting up the stall this late?”
The vendor awkwardly rubbed his hands: “There are more people at night, so it sells better.”
Both men had nothing more to say, but Xia Yun couldn’t move his feet.
“I’m sorry,” Xia Yun suddenly said with difficulty.
The vendor frantically waved his hands: “No, no, how could it be Teacher Xia’s fault…”
His hands were dark and rough, overly stained with the hardships of life.
“If I had noticed earlier, things wouldn’t have gotten this bad,” Xia Yun choked up.
He was a high school teacher. A few years ago, a boy in his class named Tong Wei, who had excellent grades and was very motivated, ran into trouble before the college entrance exam. First, he was criminally investigated for suspected intentional assault, and then he mysteriously disappeared, his whereabouts unknown to this day.
Subsequent investigations revealed that Tong Wei and the victim had long-standing disputes, and the resentment between them was significant, yet Xia Yun had been completely unaware.
While he went about his routine 9 to 5, the situation worsened until it became irreversible.
This incident had always been a thorn in Xia Yun’s heart. If only he had paid a little more attention, perhaps the current situation would be entirely different.
Time did not numb the wound; instead, the pain grew sharper with each passing day of torment.
It was another workday.
Zhang Yu swayed his head at his cubicle, pretending he was listening to explosive music.
He didn’t have much work today. Occasionally, a new pending task popped up, and he responded flawlessly.
During his free time, Zhang Yu raced against the clock to catch up on his language studies.
Study, study, study!
Study until he was sick of it.
Ding Anna walked past Zhang Yu, pretending to be casual: “Hey, Brother Zhang, anything interesting happen today?”
“Interesting things?”
Ding Anna sat down next to him very naturally: “With so many users contacting Customer Service every day, there must be some ridiculous content, right?”
Zhang Yu pondered: “Doesn’t seem like it.”
Nine times out of ten, they were just screaming for help.
“Really? Let me see.”
Zhang Yu didn’t think much of it and leaned aside, allowing Ding Anna to peer at the screen.
Player: Help! Coordinates Dungeon B-124. This is a world where judgment reigns supreme. Everything is bound by detailed rules, and every matter, big or small, must be judged. I was dragged to the judgment seat because I had a coin of unknown origin in my pocket. The judge is about to sentence me to death. Quickly think of a defense, save me!!!
CS Little Zhang: Dear, I’m here [Rose].
Player: Hurry up and defend me! The trial is almost over!
CS Little Zhang: What are judgment and defense?
Player: Are you kidding me?
CS Little Zhang: Dear, no, I’m not. Oh, right, what is a coin?
Player: You!!!!
CS Little Zhang: What coin? Isn’t that your kidney stone?
Player: Ah!
After more than ten minutes, the Player reappeared.
Player: Thank you, CS! Praise the CS! The defense was accepted! I’ve been acquitted. I’m giving you five-star feedback! [Thumbs Up] [Thumbs Up] [Thumbs Up]
Ding Anna looked at it again and again, feeling something was off: “Brother Zhang, I get that you didn’t know what a trial or defense was, but you didn’t even know what a coin was?”
Could someone really be that lacking in common sense?
Impossible.
Zhang Yu’s internal alarm bells went off. Of course, he knew what a coin meant; he just didn’t recognize the character for “beng” (镚) and had to look it up online urgently to understand.
He couldn’t let Ding Anna know the complicated truth, or it would expose his educational level.
“I was just trying to lighten the mood,” Zhang Yu said earnestly.
“Lighten the mood?”
“Yes, it’s part of the service, ensuring the user is as satisfied as possible.”
“…”
Ding Anna was amused internally but kept a straight face: “Alright, Brother Zhang, you keep busy.”
Zhang Yu let out a long sigh of relief. Excellent, another safe landing without incident.
After Ding Anna left, Zhang Yu continued his work.
Player: The game cannot log out normally. Please handle this.
CS Little Zhang: Dear, try clearing the background processes [Rose].
Zhang Yu had extensive experience with phone lag; clearing the background always helped.
Player: I can’t clear the background.
CS Little Zhang: That sounds like a phone issue. Try asking the phone manufacturer.
Player: The phone is fine. It’s just the game not allowing the Player to log out.
CS Little Zhang: Okay, I’ve noted this down for you. Do you have any other questions?
The other side didn’t reply again.
Zhang Yu still felt it was the user’s phone problem.
He used a very cheap phone, and when opening apps, he often encountered various issues. Every time he contacted the app’s Customer Service, the reply was always that it was a phone problem and unrelated to them.
Through prolonged exposure, Zhang Yu was convinced his approach was correct. Maybe the Player would naturally log out in a few minutes.
A moment later, a new Player connected.
Player: I want to kill someone, but I haven’t been able to for years. What should I do?
CS Little Zhang: Then don’t kill them.
Player: If I don’t kill them, I won’t rest in peace.
What did “won’t rest in peace” mean?
Never mind.
He had seen videos while surfing the internet. Working in CS meant encountering strange people, including those who deliberately acted like jerks and used prohibited words.
When dealing with such people, don’t give them attention. The more you engage, the more excited they get. The best choice is to warn them and then ignore them.
CS Little Zhang: Murder is illegal. Please consciously abide by laws and regulations, or the platform will automatically report you to the police.
Then he immediately blocked the user’s messages.
Zhang Yu was very satisfied with his performance. He was answering fluently, calmly, and with ease.
“What are you smiling about? So happy?” The Ghost Painter appeared behind Zhang Yu again, without a sound.
Zhang Yu dramatically spread his hands, his tone filled with unconcealed surprise: “Maybe I’m a genius at Customer Service.”
It was true that everyone had their uses.
The Ghost Painter cooperated fully: “I think so too.”
Zhang Yu felt like he was floating up to the heavens.