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Chapter 340 The Man on the Dam

The charcoal stove placed in the center of the round table was filled with flames, covered with a black-gray iron net that had been burnt countless times, and several palm-sized boxes wrapped in tin foil were placed on it, inside which were various ingredients, garlic, etc. The sauce mixed with pepper at the end is spread all over, and with the sound of "Zi La", the aroma hits the face.

Puchi~
The lid of the beer drink was opened, and the cold bottle was covered with water droplets. Zhu Jue stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and gulped it down.

His eyes turned around the diners around him, most of them were in loose shirts and baggy shorts, and three or five people gathered together to talk and laugh loudly.

Turning back to the person in front of him, Zhu Jue frowned and asked, "Old Fu, why did you get mixed up with Xiangfeng Restaurant?"

Zhu Jue is not quite sure whether the title "Yimeng" is still a banned word by local governments five years later, so he changed his words abruptly.

That's right, the person who met Zhu Jue in Shenzhen-Hong Kong District this time was the old repair shop man he met a long time ago in the old city in the eastern part of Yecheng. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Zhu Jue's memory was actually the It's only been more than half a year, and his appearance hasn't changed much.

Facing the sudden appearance of an old friend, it would be a lie to say that he was not surprised. Before, Zhu Jue wondered if Fu Yingxiong would have died in the catastrophe in Yecheng five years ago. It seemed to be quite moist.

"Yecheng is gone, my identity and family property have been ruined by those bastard monsters, the federal government will not care about the life and death of an old man like me, and I am a person who does not want to treat myself badly. , then go try it out, you should be clear about my craftsmanship, I didn’t have much pursuit before, so I opened a repair shop to pass the time, after that, I did pretty well.”

Stretching out his finger to wipe off the green onion on his cheek, Fu Yingxiong briefly talked about his experience.

"Heh, nonsense, do you think I'm a fool, a guy who can modify the watch of the government order, and works as a repairman in the old eastern city, do you think you are a master of the mountains and forests, let alone beat around the bush and want me to help you? To get the torso of the monster that is the source of spiritual pollution, could it be that the motorcycle engines you repair are all biochemically driven, so you have to install a monster heart?"

Zhu Jue sneered at Fu Yingxiong's explanation. In fact, when he was still in Yecheng, he knew that this old man might not be simple, but he had no conflicts of interest, and occasionally had to rely on him to help him make some equipment, so he didn't deliberately Just explore.

"Haha, I haven't seen you in five years, I didn't expect you to remember."

He drank half a glass of beer in embarrassment, and then said,

"I admit that I had a cooperation with Xiangfeng Restaurant at that time. It was just a cooperation. Later, something happened in Yecheng and I had nowhere to go so I chose to join them. After all, in this era, we technicians with almost zero combat effectiveness are still There must be a backer, otherwise, even if you are full of weird ideas, but you can't even buy a few glass beakers, it is meaningless."

"Well, it makes sense."

With the continuous emergence of monsters of spiritual pollution and the collapse of social order to a certain extent, the people who have no backing or organization are undoubtedly the first victims, which even Zhu Jue cannot deny.

"Since you think what I said is reasonable, why don't you come to my side to do things? I guarantee that the benefits and harmonious atmosphere of Xiangfeng Restaurant will never let you down."

Glancing at Zhu Jue's expression, Fu Yingxiong reluctantly asked, knowing that the possibility was unlikely.

There is no way, the shopkeeper of Xiangfeng restaurant is very optimistic about this young man. After the Rong Xiacheng incident five years ago, his mind is full of the idea of ​​wanting him to be a member of the restaurant.

"I am now a consultant of the Dawn City Archaeological Association. My mentor is a highly respected professor of archeology. After all, I am also a member of the upper class. I sit in the office every day drinking drinks and singing songs. You asked me to give up this identity and go to work in a restaurant. ,is it possible?"

Rolling his eyes, Zhu Jue asked angrily.

"Advisor of the Archaeological Association?"

For Zhu Jue, Fu Yingxiong still has some understanding. When he was in the old eastern city, he had never heard that Zhu Jue taught himself this knowledge.

"That professor owes me a favor, just like what you said just now, if you want to gain a foothold in this society, you always have to find a backer for yourself. In fact, I don't care who you are, what I care about is Is the evolution potion that you helped to make earlier, has it been completed yet?"

Asking about the relationship between Fu Yingxiong and Yimeng was just Zhu Jue's subconscious behavior, too lazy to continue entangled in these topics, Zhu Jue tried to bring the center of the conversation back to the evolutionary injection.

"Of course, the phone call after five years, if it wasn't for what you did in Rongxia City that made us accept your favor, maybe Chen Qing would have hung up immediately."

His buttocks moved back, rubbing against the ground with the plastic chair underneath, just when Zhu Jue thought that Fu Yingxiong was going to take out the things, but saw Fu Ying slowly take out a crumpled piece from the pocket of his shorts. Group of black plastic bags.

"You put the medicine in this kind of plastic bag?"

Seeing Fu Yingxiong open the plastic bag and throw it on the table like two lumps of pig's head, Zhu Jue looked at the three potions inside and asked absurdly.

"If I mentioned a delicate suitcase, do you think I can sit here and eat barbecue with you?"

Pouting his lips, he nudged several bare-armed tattooed men nearby, and then said,

"When I came here, people told me that there are potential gang problems in the Shenzhen-Hong Kong area, and the law and order is not very good. I have no power to restrain the chicken, so I can't do it without taking some protective measures."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back."

Wrapping up the plastic bag and stuffing it into his pocket, Zhu Jue got up and was about to leave.

"Hey~ Don't rush to leave, it's hard to meet old friends, stay and play for a while, let's catch up."

Fu Yingxiong took Zhu Jue's wrist, he didn't just come to see Zhu Jue to deliver something, Yimeng was not even able to find a reliable deliveryman.

"Reminisce. What are you recounting to me?"

At this time, Zhu Jue naturally guessed that Hero Fu probably had something to do with him. With his temperament, he naturally found it troublesome, so he got up and left.

"There are a lot of things to talk about, such as the later changes in the old eastern city, such as the catastrophe in Yecheng five years ago, but I remember the 'Zero' who mocked your studio in front of the whole city. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

After drinking the remaining half glass of beer, Fu Yingxiong grinned and said in a slightly teasing tone.

Although he has not known Zhu Jue for a long time, he also pays attention to the situation of Weird Studio through Yimeng. Yu once, he does not believe Zhu Jue does not hate "Zero"!
He was right.

Zhu Jue, who was about to leave, sat down again, but his posture was no longer as lazy as before. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly at Fu Yingxiong, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better tell me something that interests me. Otherwise, at this time of year, the water in the river behind me would be very turbulent!"

Weird Studio, this is the knot in Zhu Jue's heart after knowing everything when he returned from Greenland.

Perhaps for Li Qinglian and Wu Tong, Weird Studio is their workplace and their hard work, but for Zhu Jue, it can be described as more than just "hard work".

The Weird Studio allowed Zhu Jue, the soul of the past wandering in Yecheng, to find a sense of belonging for the first time, and it was undoubtedly one of the few things he cared about in this world.

After waking up from sleep, the studio is gone, friends are gone, the barely familiar city has been reduced to ruins, even my own existence has been wiped out, and I have to re-register for a citizenship certificate
There is nothing to say, the people in the "Zero" organization, especially those who appeared in Yecheng back then, have long been on Zhu Jue's must-kill list!

"Are you sure you want to say it here?"

Fu Yingxiong was quite satisfied with Zhu Jue's reaction, pointed to the distant riverbank embankment, and continued,

"Why don't we go there and talk, if I can't tell you why, I don't need you to do it, I will jump off by myself, whether it is two and a half mid-air twists or three or five backflips, the posture is up to you."

"It's just your old bones, don't say anything else, if you can come up after going down, you win."

Zhu Jue turned her head, leaned on the table, and looked at the river embankment in Shenzhen-Hong Kong District. Fengling couldn't help but rushed out, still holding a piece of steak in her mouth.

The river bank embankment was not a vertical stone wall, but a rocky beach with a slant angle. Zhu Jue and Fu Yingxiong packed more than a dozen meals, and the former brought a small half box of drinks and wandered past.

It was almost night at this time, and the oncoming river breeze was much cooler. The orange-red afterglow at dusk was sprinkled on the river bank, and there were occasional rumbles from ferries on the river in the distance, and there were a few people on their shoulders nearby. Children carrying a bamboo pole and a plastic bucket in their hands ran past each other, probably just returned from fishing nearby.

In Shenzhen-Hong Kong District, most of the people’s lives are still stuck in the state of a hundred years ago. It should be a sad thing, but in Zhu Jue’s view, it is inexplicably nostalgic. Some irritable mood has improved a lot.

When he got closer, Zhu Jue suddenly noticed another figure appeared on the rocky beach in the direction Fu Yingxiong led him to.

With her back to this side, she was sitting on the embankment with a straight posture, not like a resting passerby at all.

Stereotyped and uninteresting.

(End of this chapter)