Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 242 Arkham's Post Office

The strange calls in the early morning did not disturb people's life rhythm, and people still started a new day's work.

Although eight o'clock in the morning is relatively early for ordinary office workers, compared to the post office, being able to go to work at eight o'clock is a kind of happiness.

Recently, due to the arrival of the Queen, the flow of people throughout Arkham has greatly increased, followed by a 160% increase in post office business.

Not only various packages, but also a large number of letters.

Reporting safety to family members, related reports recorded by reporters, and many special contacts, etc.

Recently, the Arkham Post Office started working at five o'clock every morning, sorting, bagging, and then delivering by seven o'clock.

Because many people may not be at home after seven o'clock.

In this era when telephones cannot cross cities, the importance of the post office is beyond doubt.

In the past, the Arkham Post Office was regarded as part of the Imperial Postal System. It was separated for some reasons about ten years ago and was contracted by private parties, and became the business of Rhodes Corporation.

Rhodes Company naturally also attaches great importance to this very important business, so the investment in the post office is still good.

After Losing the Post Office, he put about a third of them in prison, and put a former postman and a good friend of his father's: Eric Whitaker as the new chief.

The 48-year-old postman has served Arkham's postal system for 28 years and is the most senior member of the entire postal system today.

His hard work, his dark skin and hearty smile have almost become a part of the city's morning scenery in Arkham.

For his appointment, the underground people naturally obeyed, but the middle-level personnel and those close to the position of director general were not happy.

For these issues, Ross did not intervene too much, because he still has sufficient information about this person.

In the real situation, Eli Whitaker did not fail to live up to Rose's promotion.

After taking office, it took only five days to reshape the entire post office system, and then it took half a month to carry out a major change, which improved the overall work efficiency of the post office by at least 40%.

Today, there are 120 staff members in the Arkham Post Office, 60 of whom are responsible for sorting and transportation logistics, and the other 60 are responsible for the distribution and collection of the entire urban area and related villages.

"Director, the manpower can't keep up. Recently, the staff starts at 04:30 every morning and doesn't go home until [-]:[-] pm. It's a bit unbearable." Manager Josie, who is in charge of the delivery business, showed embarrassment.

Sitting behind the desk is Eli Whittaker, a middle-aged man with a height of 1.8 meters and a thin and lean body.

His skin was tanned by the sun, the rough skin and folds on his face were full of traces of wind and rain, and the palm of his big hand holding the pen was covered with a dry, hard and thick callus.

Hearing what Manager Josie said, Whittaker said seriously: "Persist for another four days, and we will be much less stressed when the Queen is gone. In addition, everyone's commission will be increased by 15%."

Hearing this, Josie, who had just looked embarrassed, was shocked: "This...our budget..."

Whitaker showed that trademark hearty smile and said, "Don't worry, go."

"Yes!" Josie, who just came in with her head drooping, immediately walked out with a look of excitement.

With the director's approval, he can at least give this group of ground workers an explanation.

As long as the money is in place, everything is fine!

When going out, Josie could even imagine the face-changing performance of the staff for a while.

After sending off Manager Josie, Whittaker let out a sigh of relief, took out a very simple pocket watch and looked down.

The outside of this pocket watch is made of brass, with intricate carvings on it, which looks full of traces of time.

Open the pocket watch casually, and you can see a very special symbol on the inside of the watch cover.

The most important thing is that the pointer of this pocket watch has stopped moving, and it seems that it has been broken for a long time.

But when Whittaker looked down this time, he was surprised to find that the pointer that had not responded for seven years was moving slowly.

Then the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand finally gathered together and pointed to the northwest.

This one looks more like a compass than a pocket watch.

Seeing this scene, a dark gray divine light flashed in Hui Kete's eyes, and then slowly stood up: "Who is blaspheming the great king in yellow?"

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"Are you sure?" In the South Lowland District, which is now the Church District, on a bench on the street, Bahn was meeting with another artist with a ponytail and a big beard who looked like an artist.

Two people with their backs facing each other hold grains and feed the pigeons on the square.

Bahn nodded and asked, "What's the situation?"

The artist said in a low voice: "According to the information I got, it seems that the Father's Redemption Society released a monster a while ago, and it seems to have the ability to connect the doors of different spaces."

"Father God's Redemption Society? What are they doing here?" Hearing this, Barn's expression darkened.

As the dark claw of the military department, he is very familiar with the situation of the entire superhuman world.

Those guys from the Father God's Redemption Society are considered enemies of the military department from a standpoint.

After all, both parties need the support of the upper echelons of the empire.

The artist said casually: "I don't know, but what I can confirm later is that they killed a lot of policemen and angered Los Arkham."

"And then?" Bane asked.

The artist tilted his head slightly, and said with a half-smile, "There is no more."

"What do you mean..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bahn suddenly thought of something, and his face became extremely ugly.

"How is this possible? How long has it been? How did this place get so out of control?"

The artist said calmly: "Behind Los Arkham now, there is very likely a god."

"God!?" Hearing this word, Bane almost lost his composure and stood up.

Although this is an era of technology, he has been in this circle for many years and knows very well that there are indeed gods in this world.

It's just that these gods are somewhat different from the omniscient and omnipotent gods in mythology.

Although different, compared with gods, human beings are still bugs that can be easily crushed to death.

"How is this possible? Doesn't it mean...this world is no longer suitable for the activities of gods?" Barlow said in a low voice.

It seems that this news, he is afraid of being heard by the surrounding pigeons.

The artist said: "It's really not suitable, the god disappeared in a flash."

"Did you see that!?" Barn asked in a low voice.

The artist gave a sigh of relief: "I saw him at the time... no, it should be him. The moment I saw him, I was thinking, if there are really gods in this world, then it must be like this."

(End of this chapter)