The First Dragon of All Ages

Long Qingchen took the Mocha that Xiaodu handed over and took a sip, feeling a little bit emotional. He remembered that there seemed to be a brand of coffee like Mocha more than 800 years ago. More than 800 years have passed, and this brand hasn’t gone out of business. It is long-lasting, which can be called a thousand-year-old brand.

"What job do you do now?"

Lying half on the sofa, drinking coffee and chatting, this feels good, maybe because of returning to his hometown, he feels very calm in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoya laughed.

"You also know that in this era, most of the work is done by robots, and there is no need for too many people to work. Therefore, most people receive the minimum living allowance issued by the government every month. You can live well."

"I thawed and woke up the year before last. It was the same. I was led by the government's monthly minimum living allowance. Later, a university approached me and hired me as an associate professor in the Department of History, and asked me to teach history, so I went. chant."

"Our college diploma at that time was pretty good, but in this era, just like elementary school, elementary school students in this era know more knowledge than we do. I can't do other jobs. I can only teach history. After all, , I can be regarded as an ancient person more than 800 years ago, hehe."

Long Qingchen listened quietly, he just asked casually, but Zhang Xiaoya answered in such detail, telling him the experience of the past two years... Obviously, Zhang Xiaoya has always regarded him as a good friend.

Zhang Xiaoya asked, "How about you?"

"I......"

Long Qingchen had a headache.

His identity cannot be said by Blue Star, he can only tell lies, but if he tells a lie, he needs more lies to come back...

As he said before, he lives in the eighty-nine community in Yannan City, and the ghost knows that it is a community where rich people live.

Zhang Xiaoya asked him what kind of work he does now, and how does he know what kind of work is available in the current era?

"What's wrong, isn't it convenient to say?"

Zhang Xiaoya's beautiful eyes paled at him, "It's mysterious."

Hum! ......

Long Qingchen calmly released his senses, and searched Jiangnan City to see what jobs are available in this era...

After searching, he smiled and said, "There is nothing left to say. Before, I did a little business and made a little money. I paid a down payment in the 8**9 community, bought a house, and I had to pay 200 per month. With a monthly payment of more than 10,000 yuan, the pressure was too great, so I expanded my business a bit and opened a small processing factory, barely able to maintain my life like this.

In this way, the previous lies can be rounded up. Lying is also a technical job...

Zhang Xiaoya sat down beside him, stretched out her arm around his shoulder, and looked at him in admiration, "Okay, it's a good mess, I'm the boss, what do you do in this processing factory?"

Long Qingchen glanced at Zhang Xiaoya's hand on his shoulder, suspecting that Zhang Xiaoya deliberately took advantage of him, shook his shoulder, and shook Zhang Xiaoya's hand. He pointed his finger at Xiaodu and smiled, "It is to make a robot shell. of."

Xiaodu shuddered and looked at him with a little fear, feeling that this person could see through her internal structure. This feeling was very bad. She quietly left the living room.

Zhang Xiaoya looked at his shoulders with bitter eyes, and then at his hands. What he meant, he couldn't put up a shoulder, and could he chat happily?

Zhang Xiaoya stubbornly stretched out her hand and put it on his shoulder again.

Long Qingchen was helpless, so she had no choice but to leave it to her. She was like this since she was a child, and she liked to do things with him.

"As you know, my personality is not suitable for being a teacher. Those students always ask questions and are so annoying."

"A student asked me if it was all luck to give birth in our era. Before giving birth, I did not check the genetic compatibility of both parties, nor did I screen the sperm and eggs. I was teaching history, not biology. of."

"Another student asked me, in our time, were they married at the age of 20 or 30, and did not grow well in their 20s or 30s. Is it appropriate to get married so early? I am almost mad at such an idiot question."

"There are many, many strange questions."

It may be because of the long absence of reunion, or the reason that Zhang Xiaoya has talked a lot since he was a child, and Zhang Xiaoya talked endlessly.

Most of the time, Long Qingchen listened, and occasionally nodded and answered.

She was thirsty, Zhang Xiaoya drank a little water and looked at Long Qingchen, "I want to change jobs, old friends, old classmates, take care of them, I will go to your processing factory and be a secretary for you, how about? "

puff!

The coffee in Long Qingchen's mouth almost squirted out, "I am just a small processing factory, and I don't need a secretary..."

Zhang Xiaoya's gaze began to resent again, "You need to repay more than two million mortgages every month. That is to say, your processing factory earns at least two million yuan a month. Where can it be small? Friends for so many years, Don’t you take care of it? Just forget it if you don’t want to."

Long Qingchen was depressed, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't, he had a fart processing factory.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoya's bitter gaze, he couldn't bear it, and subconsciously said, "The secretary doesn't need it, or are you going to take care of the finances?"

"Okay!"

Zhang Xiaoya was delighted, opened her arms, and leaped towards him, trying to give him a hug.

It seemed that he wanted to take advantage of him again, so he quickly pushed away.

He finally returned to Blue Star and found the only person he knew. It’s a matter of taking care of it. Anyway, it’s a matter of raising a hand. Just get some money, buy a small processing factory, and give it to Zhang Xiaoya.

"Talking to me, isn't it boring?"

Zhang Xiaoya found that Long Qingchen said less, so she pointed her finger at the opposite wall, "Let's watch TV, then."

The wall suddenly lit up, and a screen appeared, playing a program.

Long Qingchen found out when he was searching Jiangnan City just now. In the current era, as long as there are walls, you can connect to the Internet, which is very convenient.

On the screen, a female robot dressed in formal clothes is broadcasting news with a nice voice.

"At around 3:20 in the morning last night, the suburbs of Wujiang City were struck by a severe lightning strike. More than 2,000 people were killed, more than 7,000 were injured, and more than 10,000 houses were destroyed."

"In the past month, three similar lightning strikes have occurred in the suburbs of Wujiang City. Experts speculate that there may be some reason for the disturbance of the electromagnetic field and lightning strikes. The specific reasons are still under investigation."

Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the female robot casually clicked, and the screen showed the scene of lightning strikes taken last night.

I saw that in the entire night sky, dark clouds rolled, forming a huge vortex, and huge thunder and lightning plunged straight down from the vortex.

Long Qingchen's gaze was frozen. As a cultivator, he was too familiar with the sight of lightning strikes.

Cross the robbery!

Before, his feelings had swept Blue Star twice, and he didn't find a cultivator. How could anyone cross the catastrophe?

This puzzled him, and at the same time, a little annoyed.

When cultivators cross the catastrophe, they usually go to remote places, or arrange a defensive formation to prevent ordinary people from being injured.

Things like this that cause casualties to ordinary people in a crowded place like this is not allowed in the cultivating world.

Moreover, the most important thing is that this is Blue Star, his home planet, and his hometown. Of course, he doesn't want such a thing to happen.