Special photography: Daily life in a world without collapse

In the waiting hall, Zeren sat on a chair in the waiting area, it was 8:43 in the morning, and the ticket prepared for him was 9 o'clock, and there were almost seven minutes to board the plane.

You can see a lot of people with luggage here, probably going to travel abroad, or to study in a certain country as an international student.

Relatives watched their children from the window, friends boarded the plane, and looked at it reluctantly, not knowing when they would meet again.

He also saw two young men and women hugging each other, and the boy watched the girl enter the ticket gate, thinking that it must be a couple, hoping that the two would finally come together, and not come back with a foreigner.

There are many, many such things, but it has nothing to do with him, as long as he doesn't find a girlfriend, there will be no such things.

Soon, hearing the radio announcement, Zeren got up and went to the ticket gate, and then prepared to board the plane, to be honest, he had not taken a plane yet, he had not even gone abroad, and he had not taken a plane when he was traveling in China before, just a motorcycle, some camping equipment, and he was on the road.

Although he had never been on a plane, he had seen that the plane of 35 years was very different from that of 12 years ago, it was larger, it was driven by four engines, and it looked very domineering.

Zeren got on the plane and found his seat under the guidance of the flight attendant, but there was a red wrench on his right hand, which he knew was and was occasionally seen on the Internet.

"Sir, where are you sitting now?"

Zeren nodded, "I know, pull ninety-eight." The

flight attendant smiled, she didn't have to explain to the passengers who understood, and she could simplify her work, and there was no shortage of people in the world who said that if they didn't listen, they would pull it with their hands.

Passengers boarded the plane one after another, there are not many passengers on this flight, a plane is only less than half seated, yes, the Zuluk people only attacked the magic capital yesterday, many people are too busy to take care of themselves, and it is normal for there to be few people.

"Hey brother, did you also flee abroad?"

Zeren's lead seat was a young man who looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, and he leaned over and asked quietly, as if he was afraid of being known.

"Why run away?" Zeren didn't quite understand, if it was because of the Zuluks, there was no need to flee at all, because it was not safe anywhere.

The man whispered: "You see that monster was so destructive yesterday, and the red giant was defeated all of a sudden, counting on them to protect it, anyway, I can't count on it, so I bought a ticket to the United States overnight, which is the first military power, and a monster mutated from nuclear wastewater will be solved in minutes."

"You can escape for a while, you can't escape for a lifetime, and you should believe in your motherland, besides, maybe there is more than that, the United States can solve one, then can he solve a group?"

Zeren turned his head and didn't want to talk to him anymore, now only he knows that sooner or later the United States will also encounter a terrifying enemy, and he doesn't know how much damage will be caused by that time.

Moreover, this is a plane to the Far East branch, you kid bought the wrong ticket.

There is a good saying, when you find a cockroach at home, it is not because you are lucky to find the cockroach, but in a place you don't know, the cockroach can no longer squeeze in, and the one you find is just driven out.

This applies not only to Bourgeois, but also to what he is facing today.

These people will have the idea of fleeing elsewhere, in the final analysis, he is too weak, he is like Li Xin, who has just come out of the god costume, and the five people on the enemy side have pushed to the crystal, a demigod costume full of five people in the god costume, and four teammates who have just come out of a god costume.

Before arriving at the Far East Branch, there were still several hours to go, Zeren fastened his seat belt, leaned his head against the chair and fell asleep, he was held by Jana last night and slept all night, his whole body was sore, and he could sleep while he still had time.

"Hello dear passengers, I am the captain of this flight, the plane to the Far East branch is about to take off, please fasten your seat belt, turn off your mobile phone, thank you for your cooperation."

The captain's broadcast came, and the man next to Zeren looked stunned, isn't this a plane to the United States? How could it be the Far Eastern Branch?

The man hurriedly checked his visa, it was from the Far East Branch, he was stupid, it turned out that he was in a hurry and made a mistake about everything.

"Stop, stop, I'm going down, this is not a plane to the United States!"

"Hello sir, according to the latest regulations, the bridge has been retracted, and the plane cannot get off the plane unless it enters the runway, please sit down and fasten your seat belt."

The man sat in his seat, looking like a dead fish.

The plane took off smoothly, and Zeren gradually fell asleep.

In the haze, Zeren heard someone calling him, and when he opened his eyes, the flight attendant was patting his face.

"Hello sir, this flight has arrived at its destination, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Have you arrived?" Zeren unbuckled his seat belt and followed the other passengers off the plane.

The airport was full of busy figures, and the weather in the Far East branch was very good, neither hot nor cold, it was a suitable weather for exercise, but unfortunately now he had more important things to do.

He was empty-handed, with a bank card that Kevin gave him before leaving, and a letter handed over to him by Fu Yuan, he didn't know much about ME Club and Raiden Ryoma, but this is reality after all, and it may be a little different.

When he first arrived, he didn't know the way, so he could only ask a random passer-by, and the first thing he did was to go to the bank to withdraw some money.

Although the place is different, the method of withdrawing money is still the same.

The Far East branch is so big, he doesn't know where the ME Society is, and it would be a waste of time to look for them one by one, but fortunately, the ME Society is not a secret organization, it is all public, otherwise it would be tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Master, do you know where the ME Society is?" Zeren flagged down a taxi.

"ME Society? Of course, it's a bit far from here, and it's not cheap to get there. "

Let's go, just get there quickly."

To be honest, the taxis in the Far East branch are very troublesome, and there are different charging standards for low-speed operation, waiting for red lights, etc.

He was a little glad that he used to learn Japanese from Wang Ze, and the purpose at that time was just to wash the kelp.

It's pretty good to be useful now, otherwise it's very troublesome to communicate without a language barrier.

The driver master is very stable and fast, looking at his technique, he should have been a racing driver before, the driving habits of ordinary drivers and racing drivers are different, he used to be fortunate to sit on the co-pilot of a racing driver to feel drag racing together.

So it's clearer.

After about 20 minutes, the taxi stopped in front of a building, and the fare was 5,000 yen, which was not cheap.

The building stands like a giant on the ground, and the outside seems to be loaded with holographic projection equipment, and a broken and creative logo exudes brilliance above.

Walking inside, a wave of technology blows in his face, which is simply eye-catching, if he didn't know where this is, he would have thought that he had traveled to Cyberpunk 2077 on a plane.

"Hello, may I ask if Mr. Raiden Ryoma is here?" Zeren found the front desk lady and asked.

"In? Do you have an appointment? The front desk lady greeted her with a smile, and she would definitely be looked down upon, and it was estimated that she had seen too much brainless cool writing.

Zeren hesitated for a moment, but still said: "I didn't make an appointment, I need to find him for something, and his old friend asked me to bring a letter to him."

"Is that so? Then I'll help you contact Mr. President.

Zeren nodded, he was wondering why Fu Yuan let himself come to Thunderbolt Ryoma, there are also many people in Shenzhou who make double knives, there should also be a way to restrain the Zulu Xingren, or is there something else hidden?

While his thoughts were wandering, the front desk lady told him that he could go up, and after thanking him, Zeren found the elevator.

"It's pretty tall." Zeren took a cursory look, the elevator can reach up to the thirtieth floor, is this really no problem.

Soon, the elevator reached the top, which was Raiden Ryoma's office.

When the elevator door opened, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair, although he was middle-aged, he looked quite young, with dark blue hair, a little stubble on his face, and was wearing a black suit.

"I heard you brought a letter from an old friend?"

Raiden Ryoma's tone made him feel that this was not the president of a world-famous electronics manufacturer, ME, but more like a salted fish.

"Well, this is what Mr. Fu gave to you when I was in trouble, saying that you can help me." Zeren handed over the letter.

Before that, Raiden Ryoma thought that he was desperate and couldn't afford to eat, but after opening the letter and checking it, his face changed in vain.

"It's a real headache, although I promised you that you would do one thing you said within my ability, but this is a bit difficult for me." Raiden Ryoma was very entangled.

"Huh?"

"That old boy Fu Yuan, he actually asked me to teach you Beichen Yidaoliu, this is an ancestral technique, not passed on."

Headache, ten, even nine.

"I'm so sorry to let you run for nothing."

"Is there no way around it?" Zeren guessed that he didn't mention his identity, which means that Fu Yuan is still a little worried about Raiden Ryoma.

Raiden Ryoma shook his head slightly, the most he thought of was to arrange a job or something, who knew that he would directly want his ancestral technique, he couldn't let Zeren get involved, and his daughter would never agree to this question.