After putting the four central nervous system cores into boxes, Li Liang dragged an anti-gravity trolley from the utility room and stacked the four boxes on it.
The cart buzzed and was suspended more than ten centimeters above the ground. There was a traction rope on the front, so it could be easily pulled along. This kind of equipment is specially used for short-distance transportation and can save a lot of effort.
Just as Li Liang walked to the door with Banzi in hand, Old Messi shouted: "Wait a minute."
"Ah?" Li Liang turned around, "What's wrong?"
Old Massey suppressed a smile: "Do you remember how to say it?"
"I know," Li Liang said lazily, "Just say that the core was repaired by you, the owner of the Meisai Bionic Pet Hospital on Fifth Street, a top graduate of the prosthetic repair and maintenance training class, and an engineer who is well-known in the east of the city. Mr. Sai.”
"Okay," Messi nodded, "Go and come back quickly."
"Let's go."
Li Liang dragged the trolley out of the clinic and down the barbed wire stairs. The trolley automatically adjusted its horizontal position and followed closely behind.
Watching Li Liang disappear at the entrance of the alley, Old Messi sighed, raised his wrist, and a read message popped up:
"Let Li Liang deliver the goods today. Time is tight. Mr. Moqi asked me to convey a piece of advice to you. Don't make any small moves, otherwise you will die in an ugly way."
Old Messi walked slowly back to the utility room where Li Liang lived, and stared at the small room. Then, as if the old man who had always been confused and muddle-headed had made up his mind, he turned around and walked out of the clinic quickly, went downstairs and knocked on the door. The door of the "Ford SLOW" drugstore rang.
Boom boom boom!
"Who is it, yo, Massey," Old Ford, wearing pajamas and with his gray hair disheveled, yawned, "What, scolding you a few words that I'm not satisfied with? It sounded early in the morning..."
"I have something important to ask of you," Old Massey looked seriously at his long-time friend.
Old Ford was stunned for a moment and opened the door: "What's the matter? Come in and talk about it."
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Li Liang dragged the cart towards the PEACH building three blocks away.
It is now close to ten o'clock, and shops are opening one after another. Fifth Avenue is filled with holographic advertisements. Large and small images are stacked together, and it is impossible to see what the content is.
The City Appearance Management Office under the Public Order Bureau recently issued new regulations that strictly stipulate the size of holographic images outside shop doors, but it is obviously not very effective.
Li Liang lowered his head and passed between the legs of a "huge chef", then stopped, waiting for "a large waterfall of colorful chocolate candies" to roar past in front of him, and then chatted with a man who "kept talking to introduce the services of his club." Bunny Girl" walked together for a few minutes before finally walking out of this crowded shopping area.
However, only Li Liang subconsciously avoided those holographic images. The crowds of pedestrians around him had long been used to it, and they all walked straight through them, dragging out a colorful stream of shadows.
The morning rush hour has ended by now, and there are not many cars on the main street. Instead, there are more airships in the sky, densely packed like swarms of bees leaving their nests.
Li Liang dragged his cart past Old Tang's steamed bun boat.
Old Tang put his head around and said with a smile: "Hey, Li Liang, where's the stroller?"
"Fuck you," Li Liang scolded with a smile, then deliberately raised his voice: "The leeks in your buns this morning were not fresh."
"Hey, hey, that's nonsense," Old Tang hurriedly said to the customers in line, "Friends are joking, joking, it's absolutely novel."
The customers burst into laughter.
Li Liang led the trolley, walked through Fourth Street, turned two corners, and finally reached the downstairs of the PEACH Building.
The PEACH building next to Third Street is quite old and is a 30-story apartment building. Many residents work in the nearby water treatment plant.
It seems to be no different from other apartment buildings, but in fact, this place has long been the center of illegal transactions in the east of the city. Hallucinogens, illegal bionic modifications, skin and flesh business, and the sale of stolen goods are filled with every room of this building.
Several gangs have their own businesses here, but on the surface this place is managed by the MOMO gang.
Standing on the roadside, Li Liang looked up and saw that the black glass curtain wall of the building was mottled and old, and the flowing airships left distorted shadows on the curtain wall.
The glass front door of the building was locked with a rusty iron chain, with only a small door open on the side. People kept coming in and out, including workers in uniforms from a water treatment plant, agents from biological companies in suits, and women in bold clothes. More were bare-chested gang members with tattoos and wary expressions.
However, gangs will not embarrass civilians casually. This is the rule of Zhongjing.
Civilians working for Xi'an's various subsidiaries will join corresponding trade unions based on their occupations. The strength of these trade union organizations is often no worse than that of ordinary gangs. If a gang dares to bully a civilian at will, their own trade union will come forward and demand an explanation.
However, Li Liang didn't like this kind of place.
Coming from a society governed by the rule of law, he could not accept the existence of such a lawless place in human civilization, and could not understand what the senior management of Xi'an Company was thinking. However, he was just an intern at a pet hospital, so he could live a decent life, so how could he be qualified to do anything about it? The Xi'an Company and the New Order Joint Conference are pointing fingers.
More than ten minutes later, Li Liang pulled the trolley and took the elevator to the tenth floor.
The delivery location was at 1015. After knocking on the door, the person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.
"Hello, Mesai Hospital, we deliver cores," Li Liang smiled.
"Please come in."
After entering the room, Li Liang found that it was very spacious. It probably opened up several surrounding apartments. The entrance was a hall with a circle of sofas three or four meters in diameter in the center, and only one person sat in front.
The man had a bald head, half of his face was mechanical, with a metallic color, and was painted with complex patterns. He stared at Li Liang with an expressionless expression.
The middle-aged man in a suit said enthusiastically: "This is my boss, please wait a moment while I check the core."
"OK."
Li Liang nodded to the "boss" and helped the middle-aged man unload the four boxes.
The middle-aged man checked them one by one with a hand-held instrument, and then took out a wad of bills from his pocket and handed them to Li Liang with satisfaction: "Not bad, the repairs are very good. Mr. Massey's level is very high."
"No," Li Liang shook his head.
The bald man sat up straight in an instant.
Unexpectedly, Li Liang continued: "It's not very high, it's quite high."
Ever since Li Liang started working, Old Mesai never mentioned Li Liang's skills to others, and always claimed that Li Liang was a handyman for him. Li Liang thought about many reasons. At best, he thought that old Messi was protecting him, but at other times, he thought that this old man just had a good reputation.
After getting along for a long time, Li Liang believed that the latter was obviously the most likely.
Repairing the core is naturally not something to refute Massey's reputation. Anyway, this thing is installed on industrial robots, and it is not Xi'an's armed drone core, so it doesn't matter.
Hearing this statement, the middle-aged man relaxed and smiled: "Brother, you are very humorous. We will cooperate again if we have the opportunity in the future."
"Okay," Li Liang shook the money in his hand, "Then I'm leaving."
As soon as he walked to the door, the middle-aged man slapped his forehead as if he was remembering something: "By the way, there is something urgent that I need your help with."
"What?"
The middle-aged man took out another core from the cabinet next to him and spread his hands helplessly: "Another broken one was just delivered this morning. No, this batch of cores is urgently needed and there is no time to send it to Mr. Massey for repair. Do you think this is okay? I also have a semi-automatic machine tool here. If you repair this core, I will give you three times the price." He handed over another stack of banknotes.
Li Liang looked at the banknotes, then at the middle-aged man, but said nothing.
The room was unusually quiet. The middle-aged man smiled kindly, and the hand holding out the banknotes stopped in mid-air. On the other side, the bald man narrowed his eyes.
Li Liang frowned and said slowly: "I'm sorry, I... can't cultivate."
"Don't be modest, brother," the middle-aged man put his arm around Li Liang's shoulders, "How could you not learn this from being with Mr. Massey? Don't worry, I will never reveal this extra money to Massey."
"Hey," Li Liang glanced at the banknotes and sighed with regret, "Forget about repairing other things. Mr. Massey is avoiding me."
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced, then put the banknotes back into his pocket and said calmly: "I know, you can go back."
"Uh, why don't I take this back and I'll send it back to you after repairing it tomorrow?" Li Liang had a sincere expression as if he wanted to do more business, "It's a simple matter that won't take up much of your time."
"No need, you can go."
The middle-aged man's face was expressionless.
"Okay," Li Liang shrugged and walked out of the room a little uninterested.
A few minutes later.
The bald man said in a low voice, "It's not him."
"Well, boss, Ken and I have been observing him for three months. Not only the core, but also the ordinary bionic pets were repaired by Messi. Judging from Messi's attitude towards him, this Li Liang is indeed a handyman."
"Okay, let's inform the other side that we can start." The bald man stood up and smiled again, "Before setting off, remember to clean up this person."
"But Messetti's condition is..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the bald man had already walked out of the room.
Two blocks away, Li Liang turned the corner casually, glanced back, and after confirming that nothing was abnormal, he turned around and ran away.
His heart was beating wildly, and a thought kept repeating in his mind: "This thing is not right, something is not right, something is not right..."
