Myriad Ages First Dragon

Myriad Ages First Dragon Chapter 842

2020-10-30

Chapter 842 Technology?

Long Qingchen took the mocha handed over by Xiaodu, took a sip, and felt a little emotional. He remembered that there seemed to be a brand of coffee like Mocha more than 800 years ago. More than 800 years later, this brand has not closed down. , it is really long, it can be called a thousand-year-old brand.

“What work are you doing now?”

Half-lying on the sofa, drinking coffee and chatting, this feeling is not bad, maybe it’s because of returning to my hometown, He felt very peaceful.

Zhang Xiaoya laughed.

"As you know, in this day and age, most of the work is done by robots, and there is no need for too many people to work. Therefore, most people receive government grants every month. If you have the minimum subsistence allowance, you can live very well.”

“I thawed the freeze last year and woke up. The same is true. I received the government’s minimum subsistence allowance every month. Later, a university found it. I, hired me as the Associate Professor of the History Department, and asked me to teach history classes, and I then went."

"Our college diploma at that time was not bad, but in this day and age, Just like elementary school, elementary school students in this era know more than us, so I can't do other jobs, I can only teach history, after all, I'm also an ancient person more than 800 years ago, hehe."

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

Zhang Xiaoya asked, "How about you?"

"I"

Long Qingchen has nodded pain.

His identity cannot be said in Bluestar, he can only lie , he lives in the 8899 neighborhood of Yannan City, which the ghost knows is a neighborhood where rich people live.

Zhang Xiaoya asked him what he was doing now, how did he know what work was in the current era?

"What's the matter, is it inconvenient to say?"

Zhang Xiaoya's beautiful eyes whiten him, "God is mysterious."

weng!

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

After searching again, he said with a smile, " There is nothing I can’t say. Before, I did a little business and made a little money. I paid a down payment in the 8899 community and bought a house. I needed to pay more than 2 million monthly payments every month. The pressure is too great. , I expanded the business a little bit, opened a small processing factory, barely able to maintain a living like this."

In this way, the previous lies can be rounded up, and lying is also a skill Live

Zhang Xiaoya sat down beside him, put her arms around his shoulders, and looked at him admiringly, "Okay, it's really good, you've become a boss, what are you doing as a processing factory? ?"

Long Qingchen glanced at Zhang Xiaoya's hand on his shoulder, suspected that Zhang Xiaoya was deliberately taking advantage of him, shook his shoulder and shook Zhang Xiaoya's hand down, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Xiaodu , said with a smile, "It's the one who made the robot shell."

Xiaodu shuddered and looked at him a little scared, feeling that this person could see through her internal structure, this kind of Feeling bad, she quietly left the living room.

Zhang Xiaoya looked at his shoulder resentfully, and then looked at her own hand, what does he mean, it's not enough to put on a shoulder, can you still chat happily.

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

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

"You know, my personality is not suitable for being a teacher. Those students are always asking all sorts of questions, they are annoying."

"One student asked me, In our era, did the birth of a child depend entirely on luck? Before giving birth, we did not check whether the genes of the two parties were suitable, nor did we screen the sperm and eggs. I taught history, not biology."

"Another student asked me, in our time, did we get married at the age of 20 or 30, and the body was not in good shape at the age of 20 or 30. Is it appropriate to get married so early? Such an idiot question, I'm dying of anger It's over."

"There are still many, many strange questions."

It may be the reason for the reunion after a long absence, or the reason for the small talk, Zhang Xiaoya's speaking of which is endless, Very much talk.

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

Said to be thirsty, Zhang Xiaoya drank a little water and looked at Long Qingchen, "I want to change jobs, old friend, old classmate, take care of me, I'll go to your processing factory and be yours. How about a secretary?"

pu!

Long Qingchen almost spit out the coffee from his mouth, "I'm just a small processing factory, I don't need a secretary"

pu! p>

Zhang Xiaoya looked resentful again, "You need to pay more than 2 million mortgages every month, which means that your processing factory earns at least more than 2 million a month, how can it be small, so Don't you want to take care of friends who have been with us for many years? If you don't want to, forget it."

Long Qingchen is depressed, it's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't, he has a fart processing factory.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoya's resentful eyes, he couldn't bear it, and subconsciously said, "The secretary doesn't need to be, why don't you take care of the finances?"

"Okay!"

Zhang Xiaoya was delighted, opened her arms, and rushed towards him, wanting 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 Bluestar and found only one person he knew, so it's fine to take care of it, anyway, it's a matter of no effort at all, just get some money, buy a small processing factory, That's it for Zhang Xiaoya.

"Is it boring to chat with me?"

Zhang Xiaoya found that Long Qingchen said less, so she casually pointed to the opposite wall, "Then let's watch TV."

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

Long Qingchen discovered when he was searching Jiangnan City just now. In today's era, as long as there is a wall, you can connect to the Internet, which is very convenient.

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

"Last night at around 3:20 in the morning, the suburbs of Wujiang City suffered a huge lightning strike, killing more than 2,000 people, injuring more than 7,000 people, and destroying more than 10,000 houses."

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

Next, the female robot random point, on the screen, displayed the lightning strikes that were photographed last night.

I saw that in the whole night sky, dark clouds rolled, forming a huge vortex, and a huge thunderbolt fell straight down from the vortex.

Long Qingchen's eyes froze. As a cultivator, he is all too familiar with this kind of lightning strike.

Transcending Tribulation!

Before, his senses had swept across the Blue Star twice, and he didn't find a cultivator. How could anyone have Transcending Tribulation?

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

When cultivator Transcending Tribulation, usually go to remote places, or arrange a Defensive Array, just to prevent ordinary people from being hurt.

Transcending Tribulation in a crowded place like this, causing casualties to ordinary people, is not allowed by Culture World.

And, most importantly, this is Bluestar, his home planet, and his hometown. Of course, he didn't want such a thing to happen.

(end of this chapter)