236 Easy to See the King

"You’re new here, right?"

"Huh?"

"It’s obvious you’ve never been here," the guy lamented. "The other places are okay, but only this section is annoying. You won’t have to come here if you have a musician license. You can just let them know and go to the special resting room for tea and talk. Otherwise, you can only wait in line obediently and mind their attitude. It’s not just fixing things three or four times. If you don’t come from a good background, you might even have to fix it ten times, wait three to four weeks, and then start all over again…"

Charles was stunned. "What should we do?"

"Just bear it." The man shrugged. "Or do you want to hit him and never get this done?"

Charles’s instantly grew depressed. The emptiness he felt came from wanting to go crazy but not knowing where to vent his anger.

"Senior, sit here and rest. I’ll fill out the form and call you when I’m done." Ye Qingxuan picked up the pen and quickly began writing.

The youth’s speed attracted much attention. The middle aged man saw his frustration and shook his head helplessly. "There’s no point in hurrying. You have to start over if you mess up one word. Take your…"

Before he could say the word "time," he saw the youth’s writing clearly. He swore that he had never seen someone able to write the complicated and inhumanely strict Sacred City text so smoothly in his life. Ye Qingxuan’s speed was so fast his pen was a blur.

Within one minute, he had filled out the thick stack of forms, without any mistakes. His writing speed was faster than his speech. Ignoring the other’s shocked eyes, Ye Qingxuan put down his pen, blew the ink dry, and began waiting in line again.

This time, the line was abnormally long for some reason, and the speed was so slow it made one’s heart itch. It was not Ye Qingxuan’s turn until three in the afternoon.

The worker had changed to a fat middle aged lady. She seemed to be talking about her kids with her coworkers. Excited, her laughter was loud and high as she showed the other her child’s picture.

"He’s starting school this year. I heard that Kelton Public School’s has high quality education."

"But the tuition is expensive, right?"

"It’s okay." She pretended to be nonchalant. "His father made a lot of money from business recently. He brought back a lot of things for the child a few days ago."

"When will you bring your son over?"

"Ah, when there’s time. He’s in his naughty years and doesn’t have any manners. It’ll be so embarrassing if he’s impolite…"

"It’s normal for kids to be naughty."

"Ahem!" At the table, Ye Qingxuan coughed many times before the worker finally realized he was there.

The worker glanced at him unhappily. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, my throat hurts. Sorry." Ye Qingxuan smiled and pushed the form over. The woman sneered and lifted the form with her pinky finger. After scanning it, she tossed it back.

"Your documents aren’t complete. Come back when you have them all."

Beside Ye Qingxuan, Charles’s expression stiffened instantly. "Not complete? Why didn’t you say that earlier? The last person didn’t tell me."

"How would I know? Go ask him. Anyway, your documents aren’t complete."

Charles felt his tooth ache and his fists clenched under the table; he wanted to beat someone up. Ye Qingxuan held down his wrist and squeezed out a smile. "Which documents do we need?"

"Complainants Ye Qingxuan and Charles?" the worker picked up the form and pronounced the names with difficulty. She coughed and mumbled something along the lines of ‘what kind of f*cking names are these?’ causing the two to darken their faces. "Ye something? Where’s your household registration number? And a copy of your Anglo household registration?" She glanced at Charles. "And you, what’s your full name? Your surname? Do you only have one name? No parents?"

"That’s my full name, it’s just one word," Charles muttered without emotion. "Sorry, I don’t have surname and don’t have parents."

The worker blanched and glanced toward Ye Qingxuan. "And you?"

"I’m not from Anglo and don’t have the Anglo household registration." Ye Qingxuan shrugged and pointed at his hair. "Sorry, I’m an Easterner…"

The worker furrowed her brows and put on a professional expression. "Then I’m sorry. You must be a citizen, those are the rules. Come back when you have citizenship."

Ye Qingxuan handed over another document emotionlessly. "I have a passport and code from the Church."

The worker glanced at him. "No, you need household registration documents! Can’t you understand the rules? If you can’t, don’t hold other people up."

"What kind of stupid rule is that?" Charles could no longer hold down his anger. "So Anglo citizens can’t come to the Musician Union if they don’t have household registration?"

Seeing him lose his temper, the worker seemed to have experienced this many times and scoffed. "Complain to the higher ups. What’s the point of yelling at me?"

The guard waiting in the back of the crowd finally saw something happening and approached them with his baton. He was ready to kick these guys out as soon as they started protesting.

But Ye Qingxuan pushed Charles down and held him down. He forced a smile at the worker. "Sorry, we’ll come back once we have the documents."

"Hmph." The woman glanced at him and scoffed loudly before ignoring them.

But she would never have guessed that the white-haired youth was sitting before her one hour later. "Sorry, I’m back again." The guy’s smile was extremely annoying as he pushed over the form and papers. "Everything you want is here. Please tell me if anything else is missing."

The worker looked at them in shock and furrowed her brows. "I hope you won’t waste any time." But soon, she tossed the form back with an annoyed expression. "Why didn’t you fill this out?"

"Oh, really?" Ye Qingxuan glanced at the form and it suddenly dawned on him. "Ah, sorry, this is the wrong one. It should be this one."

He took another form from his suitcase and handed it over. The worker froze before snatching it. After scanning through it, she tossed it back. "Sorry, this doesn’t have a stamp from the Avalonian police department. We can’t accept it."

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan smiled and handed over another form. "Then check this one."

"You!" The woman’s face changed as if she was going to lose her temper, but Ye Qingxuan pointed at the sign on the wall that reminded her to work with a smile. Her expression slackened and she grabbed the form, gritting her teeth. This time, she discovered that it really did have the police department’s stamp. This guy had prepared everything!

Gritting her teeth, she scanned it again and tossed the form back in annoyance. "We can’t take care of this. You’re in the wrong place. Go to the next department."

"No way." Ye Qingxuan chuckled again. "They said you could do it here. Are you sure?"

"You’re the one who’s wrong," the woman retorted. "This is not our responsibility."

"That’s strange. Then why did they give us a certificate that we can come here?" Ye Qingxuan scratched his head and took out a certificate signed by the other department. The worker’s expression twisted.

The stamp could not be faked and she was unable to find fault. She glanced at Ye Qingxuan and sneered as she took the form. She had worked here for more than a decade. She could definitely take care of him.

After checking carefully, she smiled mockingly. "Sorry, but we can’t be sure if it’s you or someone using your identity. We need proof from the police department."

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan casually asked in reply. "Please tell me everything I need at once so you don’t waste my time. Your time is not valuable but mine is. It can’t be wasted."

"Ha." The woman smiled thinly. "Take care of that and we’ll see what else is missing."

"Alright." Ye Qingxuan reached into his pockets, causing her expression to stiffen. Then, that guy actually took out a f*cking certificate stamped by the d*mn Avalonian police department, proving that he was Ye Qingxuan.

F*ck, why did the police have so much on their hands?!

"Anything else?" Ye Qingxuan smiled for the third time. The smile was like a fuse that ignited the gunpowder in the worker’s heart.

"Sorry but I’m getting off work now. Come back tomorrow." The worker stood up abruptly and began organizing everything.

"The Musician Union closes at six but it’s only 4:45 right now…" Ye Qingxuan glanced at his pocket watch and eyed the woman. "Does it count as leaving early if you get off now?"

"What does it matter to you?" The worker glared at him. "Report me if you can! I hate you annoying people, the problems never end!"

"I don’t mind, but the manager behind you seems upset." Ye Qingxuan pointed behind her and she froze.

She turned around stiffly. "Mr. L-Leo?"

Leo glared at her. "Look at your attitude! You don’t need to come in for work tomorrow."

"I—I…" She panicked. "Didn’t you tell me to make things hard for them? I was just—just…"

Crack! Leo’s expression changed and he slapped her face. "Are you crazy? When did I ever order that?"

"I—I…it was clearly you!" The woman stared at Leo in panic, speechless. When she saw the coldness and annoyance in his eyes, she screamed in hysteria and pounced on him. "I’m going to kill you!"

The hall instantly fell into chaos.