Abyss Express

After leaving the cabinet, Xue Ming rushed back to Longhua Road to find a convenience store with his suitcase——

——Beside the entrance and exit of Moon Alley, walk along the suspension bridge of the House of the Rising Sun, and you will find this store within one kilometer.

Its name is very simple, it is called Baijia Currency, and it is also a temporary stronghold for the business school to stay in the Nine Realms.

If we introduce the origin of this store according to the strict requirements of the party, it will take thousands of words, so let's briefly explain it here.

At the beginning when Xueming completed the stone ceremony, there were many different sects in the old mansion, who would take the initiative to squat outside the glorious path and invite new passengers to join these schools. At that time, the most lacking thing in the underground world was to have spiritual talent explorer.

In short, these schools of thought are like companies authorized by BOSS in the human resource market, recruiting talents for consuls in various regions and recruiting troops for local enterprises. They also mean half training and half arranging jobs, like Foiego Se Basty was originally brought to Area 41 by Toussaint of the business school. This kid couldn't afford the tuition fees, and he wasn't old enough to get on the bus and memorize the road books.

Baijia Currency is the resting place for intermediary brothers in various schools. They are not willing to live in the Five Kings Council, because these people are soliciting business 24 hours a day, and it is easy to become a roommate who stuffs small notes into the guest room. In the shape of a roll, the waiters in the customer service department don't want to see these people, so there is such a place as a foothold.

"Gunsmith!" A pimple-faced boy came out to greet the guests, wearing a mandarin jacket from Hongshiren Baiweifang, and said in an authentic Beijing film, "What brought you here today?"

Saying so, the younger brother drew a bench and asked the gunsmith to rest for a while. The turmoil in District 41 is still undecided. The final of the Luna Cup is halfway through. It is the time when the players return to their hometowns and the industry reshuffle personnel changes frequently. The meeting boss can't get away.

The younger brother smiled and asked: "Guest, please wait, I will serve you some tea, do you want some snacks?"

Jiang Xueming immediately said: "No need, I"

"Hi! You are welcome! You sit here, it won't be more than 20 minutes." The younger brother described it seriously: "The beautiful sisters in the Five Kings Council have to come here to line up, and we will prepare pens for you when the time comes. And cultural shirts, you come to sign and I will take care of the accounts, and I will share 19% afterwards."

"Don't! Don't, don't!" Jiang Xueming hastily interrupted his younger brother's dream of getting rich.

The little brother didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, put the tablecloth on his shoulders, and said with a happy smile: "Forget it, just treat me as a small joke, let's talk about it."

He knelt down and asked in a low voice.

"Customer, why are you here today?"

Jiang Xueming: "I'm looking for a small worker, I'm going to travel far away."

Little brother: "Do you think I'm suitable?"

Jiang Xueming: "It needs to be stronger, with a mental attribute above B, and a little resistance to spiritual pressure. I'm going to Fangfeng Village. Oh, the most important thing is to be able to drive a big car."

"Sure, wait a moment." 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 beams of the attic, as dexterous as a head Ape, crawl into the office off the attic.

After a while, a strong young man came out from the side door of the currency firm's kitchen. He had a beard and seaweed hair. He didn't care for his hair all the year round and wore glasses. The voice is also very loud.

"Boss gunsmith! Is it right to entrust someone to do things?"

Jiang Xueming nodded, immediately stood up and went 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 convenient for ticket inspection later."

The young man took the ticket with a smile: "Okay!"

Next, he had to go back to the club to pick up the car, Xue Ming didn't ask or say anything, and led the way ahead.

The young man with curly hair and a scruffy beard at the back seemed a little familiar.

"Boss, you can just call me Ah Feng, I am from Zhongshan."

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Ah Feng: "Learned to be a chef at New Oriental, and later went to deliver food. I am not afraid of the wind, the sun, and the sun, and I have great strength."

Jiang Xueming handed a suitcase containing the "epidemic bone" to A Feng.

"Try."

When Ah Feng got the suitcase, his face obviously became ugly, but after about ten seconds, he returned to normal, and the young man immediately said, "It's okay."

Jiang Xueming praised: "Amazing."

"Hey!" Ah Feng didn't exaggerate at all, all the emotions were written on his face.

In front of Wumingshi's bar, Afeng and Xueming started chatting again——

— Unlike Meteor, Ah Feng talks more about things than people.

"When I first came to the station, I heard that Anonymous had free board and lodging here, so I came here to beg for a living."

Ah Feng leaned over to Xueming, followed into the workshop, and greeted Fuyanini familiarly, that is, waved his hand, and threw a Wuyeshen cigarette in the past.

"Fuck me in the end! When I saw this sign, I felt 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 big truck, walked into the lift, looked up to check the condition of the truck, and finally confirmed that there was no problem, so he asked Billy the Kid to put down the suspension and prepare to leave the warehouse.

"How could it be? Did Miss Hong not entertain you?"

Afeng described in a serious manner: "Of course there are entertainments! She called someone to entertain, so I thought it must be very expensive here! Just think about it, such a beautiful aunt came to tell me-there is delicious food here, and it can be free of charge. Overnight. Of course I'm afraid!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Fuyanini laughed loudly, "This young man is interesting."

Jiang Xueming also suppressed a smile, not knowing what to say, and dumped the dump truck out of the warehouse. Ah Feng saw the full box of goods, which were all boards, and felt uncertain.

"Boss, do you want me to help with the decoration? I'm afraid I won't!"

Jiang Xueming: "No, no, it's just some hard work, it's not that troublesome."

Ah Feng immediately gained confidence: "That's easy to say! I'm not very capable. I can move things when I'm full. It's okay to move."

"Get in the car." Xue Ming pushed open the co-pilot's door.

Ah Feng climbed up immediately, and backed out halfway through.

Xue Ming was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter? Car sickness?"

Ah Feng ran to the front desk, asked Sister Hong for a rubber band, tied up his dirty hair so as not to dirty the passenger seat, hugged the two suitcases in his arms, and finally rushed to the passenger seat.

Jiang Xueming thought to himself at the time, this little worker is quite polite, but the method is a bit strange——

——Ah Feng did tie up his hair tightly, but the sweat stains on his vest and the kitchen oil stains on his trousers are not missing at all, whether it should be left in the car or in the car.

However, the gunsmith didn't care much about these incidental details. After a few simple instructions with the two apprentices, he stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction of the House of the Rising Sun where Ms. Fenxing was, and entered the maintenance corridor along the mountain road. Wagons loaded onto trains.

The lights in the tunnel flickered on and off. After passing two security checkpoints, there was a comprehensive post for goods and personnel identity verification. After Xue Ming and Ah Feng showed their ID cards, they saw Brother Bing stationed in the dangerous goods processing center. Standing in a standard posture, he held the rifle in one hand and saluted the gunsmith.

"To the battle hero! Anonymous! Salute!—"

The loud and loud orders came out, and a few sentries on shift ran out from the second floor of the dormitory, and they were also not fully dressed, so they wanted to take a look at the gunsmith.

Jiang Xueming: "Don't be like this bro. I'll deliver something."

The brother soldier on duty had a serious face and gave a release order without answering.

"Boss, you have to get used to it." Ah Feng is no stranger to it: "I know the soldiers here well, and I often run long-distance escorts."

Under the guidance of the duty electric three-wheeler, the truck came to the D3 storage warehouse, and had to follow the three-wheeler through the diversion port to enter the train's take-up ramp.

Jiang Xueming replied while driving, "Are you still a knight?"

The transportation capacity in the underground world is very precious. The transportation of bulk commodities depends entirely on trains. If it is important, 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 bodyguards.

There is no railway line disturbed by mad butterflies, and no strong soldiers are needed to protect the supplies, so these small workers can also become the guardian knights of the cargo compartment at a relatively low price.

"Yes." Ah Feng said with a smile: "You have wiped out all the bandits, like me, and Xiaodong who sleeps on my upper bunk, my dad can go for a long-distance run—are you really Don't you know what you did?"

Jiang Xueming shook his head. He has never been self-conscious and doesn't know his position.

"Two years ago, you had to pay a toll to go to the Mimier Hot Spring Market from the Nine Realms." Afeng explained in a serious manner: "You need to be accompanied by an acquaintance, otherwise no one will recognize your pass and you will have to go further If you want to buy a place, you have to pay for the goods, depending on your turnover, 20% of your business will be deducted 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 like bandits."

Jiang Xueming's KDA radar rang: "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, otherwise, why do you think that the shrimp from the 19th district is so expensive to the 9th district? The green radish, the fruit, and the fresh food from the four districts at the beginning of the fourth year sold for three digits per kilogram three years ago. Oh! On the way back to HK, how many wolves, tigers and leopards are blocking the road." A Feng scolded angrily: "It's easy to earn a lot of money! Just put a gun on the side of the railway and bring a few gas welding machines , Get a spray gun, bring some oxygen cylinders, damage the railway and force the train to stop, and the money will come immediately."

Speaking of this, Ah Feng immediately took out the cigarette case——

"—it's different now, sir."

Jiang Xueming stared 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 the big devils." A Feng pointed Jiang Shan with smoke in his arms: "There are Red Star Mountain fighting heroes, and there are recovery Eureka heroes." Medals include the Medal of the Hero of the Battle of Gulanbao, the Medal of Anti-drug Pioneer, the Medal of Emerald Roland awarded by the Green Stone Man, the Medal of King Osin Hunter, the Medal of Luban, and the thirty-two first-class medals of the expedition—— I would say it's nothing."

Ah Feng lit a cigarette, rolled open the car window——

"——There should be a medal named after the gunsmith. In the future, if a soldier makes meritorious service, your code name will be used to award the award, just like the Nobel Prize."

He patted the gunsmith on the shoulder and handed over the lighter.

Jiang Xueming immediately lit a cigarette for himself, and didn't bother this lively little brother anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Ah Feng's sitting posture also became sprawled, and he suddenly showed his original shape, which was the moment of the charm of Guangdong men.

"Hey! I think you don't understand at all! Boss gunsmith, how many people have been able to achieve this kind of credit throughout the ages? If I were to wait to die in the post of a defense soldier, let alone salute, I would give you a few kowtows on the spot. Oh, otherwise one day when the Mad Butterfly Sect comes back, I’ll have to go to the battlefield and get shot—maybe I’ll be eaten by monsters.”

"Hahaha" the gunsmith smiled awkwardly: "Yes, I don't quite understand."

When the truck stopped firmly on the platform of the train, the gunsmith asked Ah Feng to get off the truck. The two of them locked the wheels together, covered the roof with chemical fiber cloth, and firmly fixed the truck body and the chassis of the train.

Ah Feng worked swiftly and diligently, but in less than ten minutes, he climbed back into the passenger compartment with the gunsmith.

After handing in the weight list with the flight attendant, and checking the load and cargo category of the dump truck again, there are no other chores.

Four hours later, they were going to get off at Fangfeng Station and set off from the fossil forest to Fangfeng Settlement——

—— During this leisure time in the car, Xue Ming returned to the original seat.

This is where he first met Meteor, and at this moment, it's completely fucking impossible to squeeze in.

It's not because he has become fatter and stronger, but because there are sightseeing tour groups crowded in this carriage early on, and they want to take turns to experience the seats of the gunsmith and the crying general. It is a good wish that the baby is placed in those two seats.

Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say. Perhaps this was also a kind of superstition. The superstition that the BOSS wanted to break had always existed, and it seemed deeply rooted and could never be completely eradicated.

He took Ah Feng to the quiet dining car and wanted to make tea for Ah Feng.

"Brother Feng, how old are you?"

"Hey!" Ah Feng didn't care about the title "Brother Feng" at all, and replied naturally: "Twenty-two years old."

Jiang Xueming sighed, "That's great."

When Xueming was twenty-two years old, he was about to ask Rose for a pyroxene ring, which was a journey that could kill him at any moment.

When the train started, it whistled sharply, and the familiar siren sounded, and the platform manager was still busy and running.

There are also countless ordinary people like Ah Feng, running around in every city, every town, and every village in the underground world.

"What's your name? Let's get to know each other formally?" Jiang Xueming suddenly asked Ah Feng's real name.

"Hey!" Brother Feng pretended to be mysterious, pushed his glasses, and replied in neat Cantonese, "Li Yaofeng!"

"Hahahahahaha" Jiang Xueming responded with a smile: "Your parents didn't want you to feel better! What [you're going crazy]——Oh, let's not talk about it. Smoking and smoking."

The ashtray is full of coffee grounds, and together with the tea table, it lights up and darkens under the light and shadow of the lava lake.

Ah Feng took the steaming teacup and talked about his hometown.

"We in Guangzhou Door like to drink tea and soup! Expelling moisture to nourish the body! A hundred poisons will not invade! I don't know if it can cure the Vita brand!"

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Jiang Xueming said with a smile: "I need to add some medicine."

Ah Feng went on to say: "I can also sing! If you feel bored, boss, you can add five yuan. My specialty song is "A Man Should Be Self-improvement". I am the most satisfied with this person, this whole body, It’s just my own singing voice, and a little bit of artistic bacteria”

Jiang Xueming: "Artistic cells."

Ah Feng: "There is a fire in my heart, I feel that at this moment, it is about to explode."

Jiang Xueming hurriedly raised his hand and declined politely: "Forget it. Brother Feng, don't be quiet for a while."

Ah Feng immediately became unhappy.

"Then I'll give you five yuan, and you are responsible for listening."