Resurrection Empire

Time: 6:15 pm on the seventh day.

Location, slum, northern outer city, close to the city walls.

This is a relatively desolate alley. Only half of the houses have been built, and the other half is either vacant land or the ruins of old houses that have collapsed.

The low-class desolate people, who had finished their boring life all day long, had just eaten a dinner consisting mainly of cheap synthetic food, and were at a point in time when nothing they did was right and everything they did was meaningless.

The people in the wilderness were either sitting in front of their respective homes bored, counting the time to see if they should set off to the sleeping cabin to grab a seat; or they were gathering in twos and threes to chat about topics that were neither nutritious nor meaningless.

A store that repairs home appliances and buys and sells second-hand appliances is crowded with men and women at the door. The old ones seem to be in their seventies or eighty years old, and the young ones are eleven, twenty, or three years old.

Everyone stretched their necks to look inside, their expressions extremely focused, their eyes shining brightly.

Seeing this scene, Ren Zhong couldn't help but feel curious.

He also stayed in the town for many days, and rarely saw such a look in the eyes of the poor people at the bottom. It was exactly the same as when he first opened the popular science book on quantum mechanics when he was in junior high school.

He quickened his pace and approached the pavement.

"Um……"

"Oh~~"

"Hmm~~"

High-pitched and intense moans are radiating from the inferior speakers, like noise pollution.

Ren Zhong's progress suddenly stalled.

When he looked at the crowd over there, he looked amused.

No wonder these people who usually have no light in their eyes suddenly become so diligent and studious.

It is truly open to the public, regardless of gender, old or young, to observe and learn life skills.

He retreated quietly.

Alas, I am really out of touch again.

On the other side, seven or eight ragged little kids were running around in panic on the street like a flock of ducks being chased, followed by several simple women who kept yelling and cursing.

Ren Zhong noticed keenly that these women's clothes were loose and sloppy, and they were basically hanging from the air.

These people really just don't have the word poverty written on their faces.

Even though they are both slums, the alley where Miao Shou Hui Chun is located and the alley where Zheng Tian's team is located are much more prosperous and wealthy than the alley in front of Ren Zhong.

Even practitioners in the special service industry don't bother to come here to solicit customers.

The desolate people who live close to the city wall are undoubtedly the bottom among the bottom.

There is no business to be done here, you can only be prostituted for nothing.

…

"Young man, I have a job here. You help me build a five-meter by five-meter board house next to your house, and then I will give you 3 contribution points. Are you interested?"

Ren Zhong looked at the young man in front of him with a smile and said with a smile.

The young boy looked up at the front with a confused face.

There was a young man riding a luxury motorcycle.

The man is wearing a balanced first-level exoskeleton, and he looks like an elite and powerful professional scavenger.

At this time, the man took off his full-coverage helmet and looked at himself condescendingly but with a gentle face.

The young man didn't even know what happened.

Suddenly, a man led a supply and marketing cooperative's delivery truck to the open space next to his house.

Then these high-quality alloy plate building materials that can make people drool just by looking at them were unloaded with a bang.

Then, the man walked straight to himself who was watching the excitement.

He said he would let him help with the work.

This makes sense.

Many desolate people without the ability to hunt earn extra income by doing odd jobs.

But after the man raised the price, the young man was dumbfounded.

3 contribution points! Sky-high price!

Normally, when people at the bottom help each other build houses and create things, they will get at most 0.2 contribution points, mostly 10 cents, and they usually exchange them for food of equal value in the canteen as a means of payment.

After all, everyone has empty hands in their pockets, and no one has any food left.

As for those wealthy professional scavengers, they sometimes hire low-level scavengers.

But these scavengers will never be so merciful as to give them an extra penny, and their prices will follow the market.

How could you give 3 points at once!

The surprise came so big and suddenly, the young man almost thought he was hallucinating.

He also wanted to see clearly who this person was.

After looking again and again to confirm that he really didn't recognize the other person, he became even more puzzled.

"Young man, don't be in a daze. Just tell me whether you can take this job or not."

Ren Zhong asked again.

"Brother, are you telling the truth?"

Ren Zhong shrugged, "Of course, why should I tease you about this?"

The confusion in the young man's eyes gradually disappeared, and then glowed with excitement.

He rushed forward suddenly and knelt down under Zheng Zhong's motorcycle with a thud.

He was lying on the ground, suppressing his voice and not daring to make too much noise. He could only tremble and tremble in a crying voice.

"Brother! Thank you! I will take over this job! I will do it well for you! I swear! I will!"

Tears of disappointment burst out from the young man's eyes.

He wanted to buy a second-hand rapid-fire machine gun, and someone else offered him 10 contribution points.

Now he and his mother have a total of 7 contribution points in their hands.

In eight days, he will turn 16.

There are only 83 days left before the census, and it is almost impossible for him to save enough money to buy a gun during this time.

He would have to say goodbye to his mother quietly before the census came, and rush into the wild empty-handed.

Now, he seemed to see hope of changing his destiny.

If you can hold your own gun in your hand, you at least have hope.

Ren Zhong looked at the young man, but in his mind he remembered the first time he spent the night in Xinghuo Town, the young man who was working as a night watchman for others, running towards the battle point with a gun, and the young man who agreed with him to leave together. The determination of Spark Town.

Unexpectedly, this young man who was determined to die would burst into tears because of three contribution points.

They are both deserted, but Ren Zhong has seen an insurmountable chasm between himself and the other party.

So how far is the distance between citizens and desert people in this world?

Is it farther than the distance between the sun and the source star?

"That's good. I'll pile the materials here first. You can start working now. Try to build the first house before half past nine tonight, and then lock the remaining materials in it. Tomorrow night at nine o'clock Half, I'll wait for you at the stairs of sleeping cabin No. 13, just give me the key."

The building materials he bought were all high-end and fully modular. When building a house, he didn't need to put cement on the walls. He only needed to build it like building blocks.

This guy will be busy for a few hours tonight, and it will be enough for him to work for a whole day during the day tomorrow.

"Um!"

The young man nodded heavily.

Before Ren Zhong said goodbye, the young man went to the door of his house happily, shouting: "Mom! Mom, come out quickly! I want to help this big brother repair the house! Mom, come and hand me the tools!"

Before the thirty-eight-year-old "old lady" walked out the door, Ren Zhong had disappeared.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to have too much contact with this "old lady".

He is afraid of exposure.

Ren Zhong rode his motorcycle through the streets and returned to Zheng Tian's team's house on time at half past six.

After everyone had dinner together, he officially began to study under his master.

Chen Hanyu began to explain.

Unlike mecha warriors who focus on actual combat, dismantlers not only require extremely dexterous and precise hands, but are also a profession that emphasizes the accumulation of knowledge.

To become a qualified dismantler, one needs to memorize the physiological structure of a large number of beasts.

Only those who can be as skilled as a butcher unloading a cow can peel off the shell and covering tissue of the beast with various shapes and features in five minutes like peeling an onion, and take out the chip intact.

Fortunately, Ren Zhong has been an experimental expert appreciated by chemistry teachers and biology teachers since he was in junior high school. Many of the experiments related to his undergraduate, master's and doctoral thesis were done by himself.

He had the skillful hands of a surgeon.

Many people once said that if he studied medicine, he would also be a good hand on the operating table.

As for another professional requirement of a dismantler - amazing memory and rich knowledge accumulation, as well as the analytical ability to draw inferences from one example to other cases.

Chen Hanyu asked like this: "Mr. Ren, my previous suggestion is not without purpose. People like you who have super talents as mecha warriors usually find it difficult to calm down and recite these boring knowledge. Types of Ruin Beasts There are many, and different variants are being produced every moment. The key points of chip removal for each variant have large or small differences. We need a perfect combination of experience and analytical capabilities to avoid mistakes. Often it is just a small detail If you make a mistake, the chip will be damaged and there may even be a risk of explosion. Can you really do it?"

Ren Zhong gave a rare smile, "I was not kidding when I said that my favorite thing is actually reading. In addition, you may have misunderstood my talent."

My friend, you know nothing about a doctor who can be published in the official journal of SCI at the age of 23.

He wanted to say that if the need for survival did not force him to obtain combat effectiveness, perhaps the dismantling engineer would be the most suitable profession for him.