After leaving the cabinet, Xueming took her suitcase and rushed back to Longhua Road to find a convenience store——
——Beside the entrance and exit of Moon Lane, walk along the suspension bridge of the House of the Rising Sun, and you can find this store only one kilometer away.
Its name is very simple, called Baijia Tonghuo, and it is also the temporary stronghold of the Shang School in the Nine Realms.
If we were to follow the strict party requirements to introduce the origin of this store, it would take thousands of words, so let’s briefly explain it here.
When Xueming first completed the stone ceremony, there were many different schools in the nursing home that would take the initiative to stay outside the Shining Road and invite new passengers to join these schools. At that time, the most lacking thing in the underground world was those with psychic talents. explorer.
In short, these schools of thought are like BOSS-authorized companies in the human resources market. They recruit talents for governors in various regions and local enterprises. They also mean half training and half job arrangement, like Foego Se Basti was originally brought to District 41 by Toussaint from the business school. This kid couldn't afford the tuition, and he wasn't old enough to get on the bus and memorize directions.
Baijiakong is a resting place for the intermediary brothers in various schools. They are not willing to live in the Council of Five Kings because these people are doing business 24 hours a day and can easily become the ones who stuff small notes into the guest rooms. In roll form, the waiters in the customer service department didn't like to see this group of people, so they had such a place as a place to stay.
"Gunsmith!" The person who came out to greet the guests was a young man with acne on his face. He was wearing a mandarin jacket from Hongshiren Baiweifang and spoke an authentic Beijing movie: "What kind of wind brought you here today?"
With that said, the younger brother pulled out the bench and asked the gunsmith to take a break. The turmoil in District 41 was still unsolved. The Luna Cup finals were halfway through. It was the time when the players returned to their hometowns and the industry shuffled and personnel changed frequently. The boss can't get away from the meeting.
The younger brother asked with a smile: "Patron, please wait, I will serve you tea. Do you want some snacks?"
Jiang Xueming immediately said: "No need, I"
"Hi! Why are you so polite! You sit here, it won't take more than twenty minutes." The younger brother said in a serious manner: "The beautiful girls in the Five Kings Council will have to come here to line up. I will prepare pens for you by then. And cultural shirts, you come to sign and I will take care of the accounts, and I will get a 19% share afterward."
"No! Don't, don't, don't," Jiang Xueming quickly interrupted his younger brother's dream of getting rich.
The younger brother didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He put the tablecloth over his shoulders and said with a happy smile: "Forget it, just treat it as a minor joke and let's talk about it."
He squatted down and asked softly.
"Patron, why are you here today?"
Jiang Xueming: "Looking for a small job, I want to travel far away."
Younger brother: “Do you think I’m suitable?”
Jiang Xueming: "It needs to be stronger, with a mental attribute above B and some resistance to spiritual pressure. I want to go to Fangfeng Settlement. Oh, the most important thing is to be able to drive a big car."
"Okay, wait a minute." The younger brother hurried to the store and made his way through the crowded alley. After a while, he saw this clever young man climbing up the wooden beam of the attic. He was as dexterous as a head. Ape, crawl into the office next to the attic.
After a while, a strong young man came out of the side door of the kitchen of the currency store. He had a beard and a seaweed head. He didn't take care of his hair all year round and wore a pair of glasses. The voice is also very loud.
"Gunsmith boss! Is it right to entrust someone to do this?"
Jiang Xueming nodded, immediately stood up and walked out the door, took out a ticket from his pocket and handed it to the young man.
"Check your identity information and fill in your name and ID card number. It will be easier to check in later."
The young man took the ticket with a smile: "Okay!"
The next step was to go back to the club to pick up the car. Xueming didn’t ask or say anything and just led the way.
The young man with curly hair and a scruffy beard behind him seemed a bit familiar.
"Boss, you can just call me A Feng. I'm from Zhongshan."
Jiang Xueming: "Yeah."
Afeng: "I studied cooking at New Oriental, and later I went to deliver food. I am not afraid of the wind or the sun. I am very strong."
Jiang Xueming handed a suitcase containing "epidemic bones" to Afeng.
"Try it."
When Ah Feng got the suitcase, his face became obviously ugly, but after about ten seconds, it returned to normal. The young man immediately said: "It's not bad."
Jiang Xueming praised: "It's amazing."
"Hehe!" Afeng was not boasting at all, all his emotions were written on his face.
Arriving in front of the Anonymous Bar, Afeng and Xueming started chatting again——
——Unlike Meteor, Feng talks more about things rather than people.
"When I first came to the station, I heard that Anonymous had free food and accommodation, so I came here to make a living."
Afeng approached Xueming, followed him into the workshop, and greeted Foianini familiarly, waving his hand and throwing a five-leaf divine cigarette over.
"Holy shit! When I saw this sign, I felt like I was cheated. How could there be free food in such a high-end place? Someone must have tricked me into spending money."
Jiang Xueming walked under the large truck, stepped into the lift, looked up to check the condition of the truck, and finally made sure that there was no problem, so he asked Billy the Kid to lower the suspension and prepare to leave the warehouse.
"How could it be? Didn't Sister Hong entertain you?"
Afeng described it in a serious manner: "Of course there will be entertainment! She called for people to entertain her, and I thought it must be very expensive here! Think about it, such a beautiful aunt came over and told me - there is delicious food here, and it's free Stay the night. Of course I’m scared!”
"Hahahahaha!" Foianini laughed heartily, "This young man is quite interesting."
Jiang Xueming also suppressed a smile and didn't know what to say. He backed the dump truck out of the warehouse. A Feng saw the boxes full of goods, which were all boards, and felt unsure.
"Boss, do you want me to help with the decoration? I'm afraid I don't know how!"
Jiang Xueming: "No, no, it's just some physical work, not that troublesome."
Afeng immediately felt confident: "That's easy to say! I don't have much ability. I can move things when I'm full."
"Get in the car." Xueming opened the passenger door.
Ah Feng got in immediately, and then retreated halfway.
Xueming asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Are you motion sick?"
Ah Feng ran to the front desk, asked Sister Hong for a rubber band, tied up his dirty hair so as not to stain the passenger seat, held the two suitcases in his arms, and finally ran into the passenger seat.
Jiang Xueming thought to himself at the time, this little worker was quite polite, but his method was a bit strange——
——A Feng did tie his hair tightly, but the sweat stains on his vest and the kitchen oil stains on his trousers were not missing at all. They should have been left in the car.
However, the gunsmith didn't care much about these minor details. After giving a few brief instructions to the two apprentices, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the House of the Rising Sun where Ms. Fenxing was. He followed the mountain road and entered the maintenance corridor. Here, he could The truck is loaded onto the train.
The lights in the tunnel flickered on and off. After passing two security posts and a comprehensive post for identity verification of goods and personnel, Xueming and Afeng showed their ID cards and saw Brother Bing stationed at the dangerous goods processing center. He stood in a standard posture, held the rifle in one hand and saluted the gunsmith.
"To the fighting hero! Anonymous! Salute!——"
The loud orders came out, and several sentries who were on shift ran out from the second floor of the dormitory. They were not even dressed, and they wanted to take a look at the gunsmith.
Jiang Xueming: "Don't be like this, brother. I'll just deliver something."
The soldier on duty had a serious face and gave the release order without answering.
"Boss, you have to get used to it." Afeng was not surprised: "I know the soldiers here well, and I often travel long distances to escort them."
Under the guidance of the service electric tricycle, the truck arrived at the D3 warehouse and had to follow the tricycle to enter the train's access ramp through the diverter.
Jiang Xueming responded while driving: "Are you still a knight?"
The transportation capacity in the underground world is very precious. The transportation of bulk commodities depends on trains. If it is an important material, there will be soldiers to escort it. If it is not so important, the security officer will also take this part-time job, just like the ancient escorts.
Railway lines that are not disturbed by crazy butterflies do not require powerful soldiers to protect materials, so these small workers can become guardian knights of cargo carriages at a relatively low price.
"Yes." Afeng said with a smile: "You have killed all the bandits, like me, and Xiaodong who sleeps on my upper bunk, and my dad can run long distances - you are really Don’t you know what you did?”
Jiang Xueming shook his head. He had never been self-conscious and didn't quite know his position.
"Two years ago, when I went to the Mimir Hot Spring Market from the Nine Realms, I had to pay tolls." Afeng explained in a serious manner: "You need to be taken by an acquaintance, otherwise others will not recognize your pass and you have to go further. Where you live, you have to pay for the goods. Depending on how much you turn over, 20% will be deducted from your business as insurance. This is called a local tax. To put it bluntly, it is robbery by the militia! It is not the consul who collects this tax—— Soldiers are just like bandits.”
Jiang Xueming's KDA radar rang: "Is there such a thing?"
"Yes. Otherwise, why do you think the shrimps from District 19 are so expensive in the Nine Realms? Pohos, fruits, and fresh food from the districts starting with Four were sold for three digits per kilogram three years ago. Oh! On the way back to Hong Kong, there are so many jackals, tigers and leopards blocking the road." Afeng cursed angrily: "It's so easy to make money! Just put a gun next to the railway and bring a few gas welders. , get a spray gun, carry a few oxygen bottles, damage the railway and force the trains to stop, and money will come immediately."
Speaking of this, Afeng immediately took out his cigarette case——
"——It's different now, boss."
Jiang Xueming looked at Wuye Shen, stunned for a long time, and finally took the cigarette away.
"These annoying little monsters don't dare to come out, because you have killed all the big devils." Ah Feng held a cigarette and pointed to the country with joy: "There are heroes who fought in Hongxing Mountain, and there are heroes who recovered Eureka. Medals include the Gulan Castle Heroic Medal, the Anti-Narcotics Pioneer Medal, the Green Stone Man who will issue you the Emerald Roland Medal, the Ausin King Hunter Medal, the Luban Medal and the thirty-two first-class merit medals from the expedition—— I would say, these are nothing.”
Ah Feng lit a cigarette and rolled open the car window——
"——There should be a medal named after the gunsmith. In the future, if a soldier makes meritorious service, he or she will be awarded with your code name, just like the Nobel Prize."
He tapped the gunsmith on the shoulder and handed over the lighter.
Jiang Xueming immediately lit a cigarette for himself, not bothering this lively young man anymore.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Ah Feng's sitting posture also became splayed, and his true form suddenly appeared. It was the charming moment of a Cantonese man.
"Hey! I think you don't understand at all! Gunsmith boss, how many people have accomplished this feat in the past and present? If I were to wait for death as a defense soldier, let alone salute, I would have to kowtow to you on the spot. Otherwise, if the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult comes back one day, I will have to go to the battlefield and get shot—and maybe even be eaten by monsters."
"Hahaha" the gunsmith smiled awkwardly: "Yes, I don't quite understand."
When the truck stopped firmly on the train platform, the gunsmith asked A Feng to get off the truck. The two locked the wheel hubs together, covered the roof with chemical fiber cloth, and firmly fixed the body of the truck to the chassis of the train.
Afeng worked quickly and with diligent hands and feet. It only took about ten minutes for him to climb back into the passenger compartment with the gunsmith.
After handing in the weighing sheet to the crew and double-checking the load and cargo category of the dump truck, there was no other chore.
Four hours later, they will get off at Fangfeng Station and set off from the fossil forest to Fangfeng Settlement——
——During this leisurely ride in the car, Xueming returned to the original seat.
This was the place where he first met the shooting star, and at this moment, it was completely impossible to squeeze in.
It's not because he has become fatter or stronger, but because there are sightseeing tour groups crowded in this carriage early, and they want to take turns to experience the gunsmith's and crying general's seats. Many people traveling with children put their children in the car. Putting the baby in those two seats is a beautiful wish.
Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say. Maybe this was also a kind of superstition. The superstition that BOSS wanted to get rid of had always been there, and it seemed that it was so deep-rooted that it could never be completely eradicated.
He took Ah Feng to the quiet dining car to make tea for Ah Feng.
"Brother Feng, how old are you?"
"Hey!" Afeng didn't care at all about the title "Brother Feng" and responded naturally: "Twenty-two years old."
Jiang Xueming sighed: "That's great."
When Xueming was twenty-two years old, he was preparing to ask for a pyroxene ring from the Rose Cult. It was a journey that could lead to death at any time.
The train made a sharp whistle when it started, the familiar whistle sounded, and the platform manager was still busy and running.
There are countless ordinary people like Afeng, running around in every city, every town, every village in the underground world.
"What's your name? Shall we formally meet?" Jiang Xueming suddenly asked Afeng's real name.
"Hey!" Brother Feng pretended to be mysterious, pushed up his glasses, and replied in clean Cantonese: "Li Yaofeng!"
"Hahahahahaha" Jiang Xueming responded with a smile: "Your parents don't want you to have a good time! What [are you going crazy] - I won't say it anymore. Smoking, smoking."
The ashtray is full of coffee grounds, and together with the tea table, it lights up and goes dark in the light and shadow of the lava lake.
Afeng took the steaming cup of tea and started talking about his hometown.
"We Guangdoor people just like to drink tea and soup! It helps to relieve moisture and nourish the body! It is immune to all poisons! I don't know if it can cure Vita Brand!"
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Jiang Xueming smiled and said, "You have to add some potion."
Afeng continued: "I can also sing! If you feel bored, boss, you can add five yuan. My signature song is "Men Should Be Strong". I am most satisfied with who I am and my whole body. It’s just my singing voice and a little bit of artistic bacteria.”
Jiang Xueming: “Artistic cell.”
Afeng: "The fire in my heart, I feel like it's going to explode in this moment."
Jiang Xueming quickly raised his hand and declined: "Forget it, forget it. Brother Feng, please don't be quiet for a while."
Ah Feng immediately became unhappy.
"Then I'll give you five dollars and you'll be responsible for listening."
(End of chapter)
