My doppelganger drama

On behalf of the troupe, Modern Brother had a friendly exchange with the Black Market Lord.

He couldn't talk about it, because the other party's chips had been leaked directly. If the black barrels were fired in volley, he didn't know what would happen to the others, but the computer carrying his data would definitely be scrapped on the spot.

So we can only talk.

The other party came in quietly, and after knowing his current situation, he already realized that this would not be an equal negotiation.

The master of the black market quickly figured out the context, and there was no surprise when Brother Modern proposed the so-called cooperation.

If you want to cooperate with him, it's just a little bit of a situation.

It’s just a matter of sharing the black market cake.

Thinking of this, he felt helpless. If his body was still there, he would most likely sigh on the spot.

After working hard for so many years, hiding his name, in the end he died in a corner that no one knew about, and even though he had a back-up, he was restrained.

The title of the Lord of the Black Market sounds nice, but he is just like a rat in the gutter. If he and the city authorities did not communicate and cooperate with each other on weekdays, if he really annoyed some people, he could just be replaced at any time.

He was exposed just to help the sister of the person he liked before. This dramatic process still made him a little unwilling.

But there is nothing to do.

Because the choice was his own, didn't he think that helping a troublemaker would not lead to any clues about it?

Obviously no.

But his long-term self-confidence and inner compassion made him make that choice.

But after truly knowing what the troupe was thinking, he was a little surprised.

It’s not that the other side wants too much, but too little.

In his expectation, if the other party kept him to pursue the black market, they probably wanted to use him as a puppet to rectify the situation and reap the benefits for themselves.

But in fact, the troupe does not intend to completely wipe him out. It just wants him to help provide some more channels to let his black market open to the troupe, and not to interfere with the development of the other party's black market. At the same time, he hopes that in a certain His name can only be used under certain circumstances.

If it were just these, then he would be able to accept it happily under the current circumstances.

Because as long as the majority of these black markets are still in his hands, anything the other party does within the scope of the black market will only earn him profits. Even the people from the troupe will definitely enter the black market and add another strength to the black market.

He can definitely provide checks and balances in the middle, allowing the theater troupe and city officials to fight.

Is it really that simple?

After all, his life was at stake, and the black market lord didn't think his life was so cheap. Having gained such great leverage, you actually don’t want to directly determine the greatest interests?

But if the other party doesn't want to, he can't be stupid enough to take the initiative to bring it up.

"Then we will have a professional operations team to discuss follow-up matters and some arrangements with you in detail." After saying that, Hyundai turned around and prepared to leave.

The Lord of the Black Market:?

Are you leaving now?

Don't you want to sign something like a contract?

No guarantee at all?

He was completely confused. He didn't know whether something went wrong after he transformed into a digital life, or whether the other party's style was too free.

But does he dare not do what he said?

Then he must not dare.

The so-called "Dihua" is just an excuse not to gamble. He can't guarantee that the other party hasn't set something up to plot against him. As for the stakes... After roughly understanding the organization of the theater troupe, he no longer wanted to think about it normally.

"Sir... what should I do?" Someone said after a moment of silence in the stronghold.

"Transfer first, and let's wait until the other party contacts us to discuss the rest." Electronic Sound said helplessly.

He still had a doubt in his heart.

Although the troupe representative just gave him a general description of the chaos in the afternoon, his description only reached the part where he escaped.

How did he die? The other party didn't know.

But the last data uploaded by the life monitoring system he set up in the Seven suit showed that he should indeed be dead.

But when he tried to retrieve the recorded data, there was only a mess of code.

Will the troupe kill him?

He didn't think about it any further.

No matter what, even if he were, he couldn't change anything.

…

"Thanks, Brother Curse." Brother Modern said on the way back to the boundary.

"It's a small thing. If I mark it, then it's just random tracking." Brother Cursed Grudge responded.

At that time, he relied on Brother Cursed to break into the mysterious stronghold. After mastering the qualitative transformation of the curse, Wan Yi could directly mark the target with Brother Cursed's curse, allowing him to track it, and even use the target as the birth point of Brother Cursed. .

This mark was given to the golden man in the elevator by Hyundai Brother.

"This is a good fight. Let's go back and have a party tonight!"

"You don't even have a head."

"But I have a lot of fish heads!"

"six."

"Brother Hyundai is coming?"

"Come on, Brother Curse, where are you?"

"I'll let the body take me there."

"The main body will not come."

"Hey." Wan Yi said.

"After this wave of happiness is over, some arrangements will have to be redone, and there should be a round of personnel transfers." Shaking his head, Wan Yi brought up the next thing.

“Indeed, to create the mystique of the troupe, we were everywhere!”

"Great!"

"But the party still has to happen."

"I almost want to set up a sign for my dead brothers. It's not good to die carelessly and happily every time without anyone commemorating them."

"Um, write everything Wan Yi?"

"Write everything Wan Yi."

"I think it's okay."

"all!"

There was a rush of approval in my mind.

"Don't have too much fun tonight, you guys." In desperation, Wan Yi could only mention it casually.

Of course he won't go. He has nothing to say to his free-spirited self. Besides, he hasn't even visited his new home after walking around the city for a day.

Speaking of which, his new home seems to be quite close to the scene of the incident.

Thinking about it, he walked past there.

The smell of sea and dead fish permeated the streets, and a large number of people from the city were rushing back and forth to clean up the scene.

Wan Yi shook his head and turned towards his neighborhood.

The location is a bit out of the way, but the term for high emotional intelligence is that it is clean. There are not many people living in the entire community. Wan Yi felt it and found that there were no neighbors above, below, left, or right of his house.

Having said that, this community is still quite high-end. After all, it is a residence in the center of the city.

Wan Yi took out the key and opened the door and entered.

Chen Changcai had already arranged the furniture and the like here, and he moved in directly.

"Original body! Why don't you have a party at the new house tonight?" A clone immediately asked in his mind.

"No." Wan Yi refused.

"I want it, I want it!"

"You don't have to worry about being exposed now, just play whatever you want!"

"I didn't know if Chen Changcai was prepared for the home karaoke machine I told him before."

"The main body will let us out to play."

Wan Yi sighed, his figure suddenly split, and several Wan Yi ran out, full of enthusiasm for their new home.

Just like a kid.

There are two gatherings tonight, one within a certain boundary and one in a house in a secluded community in the center of the city.

The number of people attending the party is unknown, but it was probably a full person.

The scene was very spectacular. Everyone performed talents on each other, sang, danced and played games.

Wan Yi and his clone were singing karaoke at home. He found that he could sing pretty well after tidying up his voice a little, but he still didn't understand why he was singing children's songs.

After the children's songs, there are some mountain folk songs, some of which are familiar, and some of which are very popular.

Why did he major in folklore in college? Is it to be able to sing ballads better?

He turned around and looked at the big party next door.

It’s time for a collective moment of silence.

In the middle is the Wanyi Monument.

That's right, that thing is called "Wanyi Monument".

There are countless names of "Wanyi" engraved on it.

In order to pay homage to Wan Yi who died.

He himself found it abstract when he saw it, but it was quite touching, even though he just thought they were playing.

Because when he suggested "should we add the date of death?", no one in the group said anything.

The amount of that project is a bit torturous.

In this way, Wan Yi's troupe is as peaceful and happy as ever today.

At least that's what they think.