Zhou Jinru realized that he and Yanke had not run very far. They were still staying in an abandoned factory area. No wonder there were not many people here. As for the bar that was still open, I can only say that the owner was too dedicated. .
Walking over, Zhou Jinru opened the door, and the orange-red light shone on his face. The bar hall was empty, except for the idle waiter behind the bar. There was no one else.
The waiter was a middle-aged man with an unkempt face. He was not enthusiastic about the arrival of Zhou Jinru and Yan Ke. He still stood there and wiped the table casually with a rag.
"one room."
Zhou Jinru shouted, he put Yan Ke near the door, walked over and looked at the indifferent waiter, who pointed to a list posted on the bar.
Theoretically, in addition to its main business of drinking, this bar should also provide rooms for resting, but what Zhou Jinru saw was that the column for resting rooms had been crossed out on the list. The handwriting was very new, as if it had just been crossed out not long ago. .
"Why?"
Zhou Jinru reached out and took out a few coins and slapped them on the bar. He didn't drink, but some sweet drinks were fine.
The waiter's eyes were cold, and he put away a few coins with a swipe of his hand. He took out a small wine glass from under the counter with some turbid liquid in it and pushed it in front of Zhou Jinru.
Zhou Jinru stared at the drink. When he picked it up, he heard the waiter's deep voice:
"There was an earthquake during the day. The guest room collapsed and several people died. No one has cleaned up yet."
"Oh, sorry."
Zhou Jinru drank it all in one gulp, and there was still some sweet and sour drink left in his mouth. He turned his head slightly and pointed back: "My friend is injured. He needs a quiet environment and some emergency medicine. I don't know what he can do now." Where did I get it from and do you have any connections?"
As he spoke, he took out a few large-denomination Longmen coins from the jacket pocket of his work clothes and placed them on the bar. He stared at the waiter with his eyes, and the other party also looked at him warily.
The waiter shook his head slightly: "The working class in Saint-Aral can't get these."
Zhou Jinru grinned and said, "Don't worry, we are all good people."
He has been using his talent to observe the waiter's emotions. Until the other party shows uncontrollable greed, half of the deal is concluded, and the other half lies in the conversation between the two.
According to intelligence, after the invasion of the deep sea in St. Martin, a large number of low-level laborers fled St. Martin, and a considerable number of people entered the Rust Belt. Their arrival did not inject vitality into the Rust Belt, but muddied the stagnant water.
The Rust Belt has long played the role of exporting labor. It cannot provide enough jobs to accommodate these extra people, but it can allow the gangs that replace the official institutions to absorb enough members and strengthen their own At the same time, more chaos will be created.
The share of gray industries in the Rust Belt is limited, and the cake is only so big. Those who squeeze in want a piece of it, and those who originally have a share want more, so there are constant frictions, big and small.
The bartender may not be aware of the macro-level changes, but the things happening around him are real. Therefore, after Zhou Jinru said, "We are all good people," he automatically labeled the two people "foreigners." label of "not to be trifled with".
Moreover, Gantry coins are foreign currency in the Rust Belt and need to be converted into Colombian currency before they can be used. This further confirms their identity.
Out of greed and caution, the waiter only drew one of the Longmen coins. He looked behind Zhou Jinru twice, but there was no one at the door.
He quickly left the bar. Two minutes later, he was holding a suitcase in his hand and opened it in front of Zhou Jinru. There were some medicines, gauze, and medical alcohol inside.
Zhou Jinru saw it clearly. He took the suitcase from the waiter and pushed the remaining two gantry coins on the bar: "A room."
The waiter poured him a drink.
"Go upstairs and turn left to the third room."
"Thanks."
Zhou Jinru picked up the cup and drank it, then took out a small note with his left hand, pressed the money with the cup, pushed it to the waiter, and then carried Yan Ke upstairs.
Looking for a room under the weak fluorescent lamp, Yanke said weakly: "What did you do after talking to him for so long?"
Zhou Jinru said angrily: "I asked him if he would accept Sakaz and sold you for a good price."
They walked through the corridor with wooden floors, and the sound of the soles of their shoes made a clicking sound, which was very harsh in the silent night.
"The third room is right here."
Squeak.
Pushing open the wooden door panel, Zhou Jinru pulled the pull cord on the side of the door. The fluorescent lamp hanging from the ceiling gave off a dim light, instantly filling the room.
This was a room with old furnishings, filled with a rotten smell, and even the door handle was covered with rust. Zhou Jinru suspected that he could pull the handle off with just a little force.
“It would be nice to have these in the Rust Belt, but even these are rare in Kazdale.”
Yanke seemed quite satisfied.
Zhou Jinru placed him beside the bed and tried to lift up his clothes.
"what are you doing?"
Zhou Jinru said plausibly: "I am a doctor. Have you forgotten? I am a researcher in the field of Originium Disease in Kazdare."
Yanke waved his hand: "No need, Tallulah's attack did not hit me head-on, and I am also an expert in using fire. This little trauma can't do anything to me."
Zhou Jinru didn't force it. He saw that Yanke had no big problem, so he concentrated on checking the suitcase the waiter sold him.
After a moment, he closed the box with a frown, sat at the table, and fell into deep thought.
A few seconds later, Yan Ke's voice broke the silence: "What did you find?"
"Something I still can't figure out."
Zhou Jinru raised his head and looked at Yan Ke, as if asking if I can trust you.
Yanke turned over on the bed and propped his head on his elbows: "Tell me about it?"
"This box comes from Victoria," Zhou Jinru pressed a hand on the box. "The combination lock style and style are all in the Victorian style, but it has been damaged. I suspect it was made by the waiter at the bar."
"The second thing is the medicines and various instruments inside. I have learned Victorian. The label on the medicine is not for treating trauma. Its real function is to deal with sudden heart attacks. Its real value is enough to buy several small bars like this. .”
"It's incredible that medicines and medical equipment of such great value appear in a small bar. I infer that the earthquake during the day disrupted a certain plan, causing the people living here to encounter unexpected events, so that now This box falls into my hands, and the person who really needs it will come to the door soon. After all, Saint-Aral is so big, and the person who really controls it has absolute power."
