“Chief Dispatcher of the Southern Bus Terminal?!”
White-Tiger Warlord Hu Ba stared at the crisp, dark-blue peaked cap with shiny gold braid on the visor that Pei Xuan was holding out to him.
Hong Ling had even thoughtfully snipped two neat round holes in the sides of the cap so Hu Ba’s striped white tiger ears could poke right through without getting squished!
“That’s right,” Pei Xuan said with a straight face, handing Hu Ba a brass pocket watch, a red-and-green traffic paddle, and a heavy cast-iron [BUS STOP #1 — NO PARKING] sign on a six-foot iron pole. “With ten thousand Double-Decker Armored Spirit-Buses running day and night between the Central Continent and the Southern Demon Steppes, someone with Rank 6 Golden Core authority needs to keep the drivers on schedule and make sure no wild steppe bandits block the highway.”
Abacus Su stepped up beside them and clicked his golden abacus.
“As Chief Bus Dispatcher,” Abacus Su read from the promotion contract, “your daily debt-repayment salary increases from 1,000 Spirit Stones a day to 50,000 Spirit Stones a day! In addition, you receive a 10% commission on all highway traffic fines collected from unruly outsiders, PLUS your employee meal benefit is upgraded to three giant washbasins of Master Boom-Pot Sun’s Rank 6 Furnace-Braised Spirit-Hog per shift—with extra gravy and two free jars of Tiger-Bone Fire Wine every evening!”
