The motel is located on the edge of the town. Seven or eight hundred meters ahead, you can officially enter Yefeng Town.
Mo Fan drove through a wasteland covered with weeds and came to the Stinky Water River that separated the inside and outside of Yefeng Town.
A string of small factories operate in the upper reaches of the Stinky River, and a large amount of sewage is discharged into the river without filtering every day.
Maybe it's because the environment is so bad. In a meteor-star town like Yefeng Town, there is no environmental protection department.
The mixed industrial sewage turned into an abyss-like turbid dark brown color.
When the light hits the surface of the sewage, it reflects the colorful light like soap bubbles.
As long as you have seen this smelly river, you will definitely understand what colorful black is.
There is a narrow bridge built over the Stinky River, only big enough for two cars to go parallel.
It is the only way to cross the Stinky River.
Abandoned checkpoints were placed on both sides of the bridge. At first, the checkpoints were still guarded, but after several guards died suddenly from inhaling excessive toxins, the checkpoints were abandoned.
After crossing the narrow bridge and walking for about a kilometer, a small square appeared in sight.
Far away you can see a mobile food truck with a light sign.
There are a large number of homeless people occupying the square. Their poor life has not made them lose their love for life, and they are all enthusiastic and cheerful.
As soon as Mo Fan's car stopped, three homeless people came from the back of the car, wanting to help the stranger share some of the heavy burden.
For example, the federal coins that cannot be spent, and the car that looks like it can be sold at a good price.
In his previous life, Mo Fan was able to eat well anywhere, just by following the local customs.
He lowered the window, took out a large-caliber revolver and fired three shots, shattering the guns and the hands holding the guns of the three homeless men.
The homeless people who were watching around like vultures immediately turned into birds and beasts when they saw Mo Fan's friendly greeting.
A few bold ones approached with their hands raised and quickly dragged away the three companions who were covering their hands and screaming.
However, when they were dragged away, the three people's faces were full of panic and they kept struggling.
It is not known whether these "companions" will take them to the hospital or only take part of their body to the hospital.
No matter which one, Mo Fan doesn't need to worry about it.
He locked the car and walked quickly to the dining car.
What he has to worry about now is how to fill his stomach.
The dining car was converted from a minibus. The windows around the car were modified so that they could be pushed outward to form a simple table for diners to dine around the dining car.
The sign on the roof of the car reads "Love Bento".
The stove is at the back of the car, and a neon sign sticks out from the back of the car with crooked handwriting on it.
"The dining car specializes in various kinds of rice bowls, each serving costs 3 federal coins."
Mo Fan found a seat near the stove. As soon as he sat down, a menu was projected on the table.
Looking at the dazzling projection on the menu, he pointed to the potato stew rice bowl that he often ate in his previous life.
"Boss, five servings first."
"okay."
The boss with a sinister face stood up, held the frying spoon and walked to the stove.
Transparent kitchen, freshly cooked and fried, the most outstanding thing is that it is clean and hygienic.
The boss was shaking his spoon while chatting with Mo Fan next to him.
"New customer, first return?"
"Introduced by a friend."
"Your marksmanship is good. It reminds me of when I was young, when I was a mercenary..."
The boss took a long puff of cigarette, his eyes full of nostalgia.
"Then your marksmanship must also be very good." Mo Fan said politely.
"No, I mean, I was also hit in my right hand."
The boss rolled up his sleeves and showed off the prosthetic leg on his right hand.
"At that time, I couldn't afford to replace it with a high-precision prosthetic body, and the gun was not stable, so I had to change it."
Mo Fan was silent for a moment, "What a sad story."
The boss asked: "Why didn't you blow their heads off just now? My business is getting worse and worse because of these bastards."
"I'm a pacifist and don't like killing people."
Mo Fan shrugged and pointed at the semi-open dining car and asked:
"It's such a mess here, boss, aren't you worried about safety?"
"Don't be afraid of messy things. I can deal with these little bastards with one hand. The most important thing is that the diners can eat with confidence. It is clean and hygienic."
When it comes to business philosophy, the boss is very proud.
When he got excited, the cigarette in his mouth flickered, and a piece of ash fell into the pot.
Thanks to the boss' quick eyesight and quick hands, he used a frying spoon to blow away the ashes, and then continued to stir-fry like no one else.
Mo Fan frowned and felt the urge to update his boss's prosthetic body.
But then I thought about it, eating in Yefeng Town and eating only cigarette ash and toppings is indeed considered clean.
Two minutes later, the first portion of potato stew and rice bowl was brought to him with the smell of the pot.
He stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, and the bitter and astringent taste of quick-cooked potatoes hit his forehead. There was no meat, and the rice was hard, tough, and sandy.
Putting aside the countless shortcomings, the seasoning is pretty good, it really tastes like potato stew.
but……
Mo Fan asked while grabbing the rice bowl:
"Boss, potato stew without meat shouldn't be called potato stew."
"Of course you can call it that."
"No, no one calls it that."
The boss lit a new cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.
"It's okay when it's priced at only 3 yuan."
Mo Fan thought it made sense and didn't know how to refute it.
"If I pay more, can I eat real meat?"
"There is no such thing as real meat in the entire Yefeng Town."
"Okay, I admit it could be called potato stew."
Mo Fan was speechless and could only lower his head to eat.
After five portions of rice bowl, he just felt like he was filling his stomach. His hunger didn't diminish at all, so he added ten more portions.
While waiting for the rice bowl, he looked into the distance.
In a corner of the square, many homeless people gathered around a burning iron bucket and threw paper money into it.
Among them was a young man wearing a sleeveless fluorescent jacket and colorful goggles.
There was an electronic incense burner in front of him. As he slid his fingers, a colorful virtual ghost coin appeared above the incense burner.
The colorful coins spread out, projecting a huge stage above everyone's heads.
There was a band standing on the stage, and the lead singer in a leather jacket raised his arms and shouted to the front, as if the homeless people were the audience he was facing.
There is a small logo on the edge of the stage.
"Night of Fever" - a collectible commemorative coin produced by Xituo Virtual Life Company, serial number 11101.
Mo Fan searched online and found that it was an NFT virtual currency released by Xituo Company.
It contains important scenes from the lifetime of the person being commemorated. All collection-grade items are limited editions, and the cheapest ones start at 200,000 federal coins.
Darling, why did the rich guy who spent 200,000 to buy a virtual ghost coin appear in Yefeng Town?
Mo Fan couldn't help but ask: "Boss, what's going on over there?"
The boss threw the pot on the stove and selected the automatic spoon-turning mode. The robotic arms stretched out from both sides of the stove and shook the iron pot while adding various seasonings to the pot.
As a full-fledged stove, it can obviously cook on its own.
Looking at the boss who came out of the dining car and sat next to him, Mo Fan couldn't figure it out.
What's the point of real people's existence apart from adding a little ash to the dishes?
The boss took out two cigarettes and gave one to Mo Fan.
"You don't know what they are doing? Today is June 1st."
"I know, it's Children's Day, so what?"
The boss choked and coughed at Mo Fan's answer, "I didn't see it, but you have a sense of humor."
The boss pointed at the rock performance that started on the virtual stage and said solemnly:
"June 1st was the day when the man led people to break through the Xituo head office building."
After listening to the boss's words, a memory came to Mo Fan's mind, a story that everyone at the bottom of District 4 had heard since childhood.
That was a criminal with five special wanted warrants. A dangerous anti-federal and anti-corporate element, a restless rock and roll youth, and a rebel who unites all the bottom to threaten the eight major super companies.
The real legend of District 4 - "Warhammer" Chen Jiming.
When the company was at its peak, Chen Jiming proposed the new 80-20 rule.
That is, 80% of wealth is in the hands of super companies that account for 0.02% of the population.
And now calls on the people at the bottom to change the status quo.
From then on, he began a long struggle with the eight major federal super companies.
As the fight continued, his followers grew more and more, and almost all the people at the bottom of the Fourth District regarded him as a spiritual totem.
85 years ago today, Chen Jiming and his followers gathered in Star City in District 4, and a huge team captured the headquarters of Xituo Company.
Under his threat, several other major companies joined together and sent elite troops to support.
That night, the Xituo Building was bulldozed by the flames of war, and Chen Jiming died in the ruins.
The concert scene projected in the distance was Chen Jiming's last performance before he captured Xituo Company.
"He almost destroyed Xituo Company. Why is Xituo still selling his commemorative ghost coins?" Mo Fan asked.
The boss sneered,
"It's not new. As for the company, as long as the price is right, they can sell the rope to hang themselves."
When the two were talking, an exaggerated voice came from behind them.
"Wow, it's actually a fanatic night. This is my favorite nostalgic music scene."
Looking around, I saw a man with exaggerated pink hair and a funny appearance who looked like he was born with a clown filter, speaking loudly.
Eight or nine people followed the man, and three staff members holding cameras surrounded him, taking pictures of the surrounding environment in all directions.
It looks like they are recording a TV show.
The clown man waved his hands excitedly:
"It's tasteful. There must be someone there who understands art, so I chose this place."
