It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

Although in principle, living in that world does not cost a penny, each captured contestant has a time limit to participate. Once the time is up, they will be forcibly teleported into the competition venue by the master controller. Although it is called a competition venue, it is actually a battlefield every time.

But people die on the battlefield. Once a contestant who has paid insurance dies, the master controller will revive them after the game. If a contestant who has bought insurance dies, then he is really dead. The master controller will not revive those who do not buy insurance. "

"As long as you buy insurance, you can guarantee that you won't die?" The officer tilted his head and couldn't help but sighed: "I thought it would be an extremely cruel world over there."

"It's a little cruel, but really not much. At least on the main planet of the competitive world, and in various low-end, primary competitions, that's true."

Boss Cheng smiled and explained, "The main theme of that world is the sense of participation. Because there are not only people like us who are forced to participate, but also many who participate as free contestants. Most of these free contestants are just for fun. Just like... just like... tourists who go to a film and television base to travel and play a cameo role in the crowd. If it is too cruel, the sense of participation will inevitably be greatly reduced."

The UNSC officers thought that the competitive world described by Mr. Cheng would be extremely cruel, with people fighting to the death every day. But in fact, it was a place similar to Macau where the gambling industry was well developed. Gambling + leisure and entertainment, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling all in one.

"This...I..."

The officer, who had nothing to say, took out the recorder he carried with him and fiddled with it for a while. Boss Cheng quietly watched him fiddle with the recorder.

In fact, what Mr. Cheng described is just the tip of the iceberg of the competitive world. He didn't even talk about the classification of insurance. For example, for the resurrection business, is it to revive in the most basic state, or to revive in the strongest state before death?

Should I still throw away my equipment after resurrection? Should I return a single piece of equipment or the whole set? What if someone steals my equipment?

In the competitive world, all of these can be insured, and they are not all divided into different levels and different amounts.

Seeing that the officer was silent, Boss Cheng left him alone and went to the kitchen. The reason was simple: it was 5: in the afternoon and it was time for dinner.

In the kitchen, while Di Nisha was slurping the sesame sauce rice noodles in the steel basin, she asked Boss Cheng who was frying eggplants and potatoes: "You didn't lie to him just now, did you?"

"Gahha wants to lie. This world will have to face that day sooner or later."

"Then why did you leave, boss? If that place is really as good as you said."

Boss Cheng asked, "Is the crab delicious?"

Denise nodded.

"I'll let you eat crabs every day, six times a day, three pounds each time, for 6 years. If you don't eat them, I'll force them into your mouth. After you finish eating them, I'll force you to go to the sea to catch crabs. Do you still think they taste good?"

Denise shook her head decisively.

"I think so too." After saying that, Boss Cheng did not forget to remind her: "If you stir it for a while longer, the Lapi in your basin will become smelly because of you."

"Oh!" Denise finally reacted.

With the joint efforts of the two, a dinner was prepared for 300 people. After washing his hands, Boss Cheng returned to the officer and asked him if he had brought money.

"what?"

"12 yuan, cash or scan code is fine."

The officer decisively transferred 12 yuan to Boss Cheng, and Boss Cheng handed the officer a plate.

"Go get whatever you want to eat. I guarantee it will taste just as good as the food in your cafeteria. Even if you eat at a special restaurant, it won't be good."

The officer took only one bite and decided that Boss Cheng was not bragging. He once again lamented that someone like Boss Cheng was willing to quietly run a small restaurant.

"You don't understand. When you experience more, you will understand that the ordinary and plain life is the real life."

But from the perspective of Denise in the kitchen, Boss Cheng's life is not ordinary at all. Not only is it not ordinary, but it makes his life exciting every day.

"report!"

A UNSC officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel entered the restaurant, saluted the officer who was eating, and asked: "The red unidentified machine has been packed, please point it to..."

Before the officer put down his chopsticks, Boss Cheng spoke first: "Thank you very much. I will open the school's main gate in a moment. Please help me carry it to the school yard."

Then, Boss Cheng received a look from the UNSC Lieutenant Colonel that said "Are you fucking sick?"

Boss Cheng simply made it clear and told them: "If I were you, I would never dare to take that thing. Besides, it is my trophy. No one of you can touch it before I agree to give it to you."

The lieutenant colonel wanted to speak, but no matter whether he was planning to mock or reprimand, he was stopped by the civilian officer who had just put down his chopsticks.

"Can you tell me why? I mean, why can't you even think about getting that thing even if you die?"

"The original owner of that red mecha was the supreme ruler of hell. The energy that drives that mecha is also the agold energy from hell. The biggest feature of agold energy is that it has a very strong smell. Once you ignite it in this world, the demons in hell will most likely follow the smell of agold energy and find our world.

We are still in the initial stage of intervention, there is no need to rush to death. When I saw this thing today, I began to suspect that the main control deliberately leaked this mecha to us and waited for you to open the cover of the mecha to lure the devil from hell. "

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"go out!"

The lieutenant colonel was stunned for a moment, then saluted and quickly left the hotel.

"I'm sorry, they don't do this kind of work." The officer apologized sincerely, "Please don't mind it, boss."

"It doesn't matter whether I care or not, but you must not think of that thing. The hell world is in the subspace, which is completely different from the universe you understand. Once they smell it, those bastards will tear open the space and kill you. By then, you will all be disgusted to death by the demons. Do you understand? The key point is not disgust, but the word 'death'."

The officer nodded. He was willing to believe Boss Cheng and the sincerity he showed. Boss Cheng saw that the other party no longer had any intention of taking the Dark Lord mecha, so he changed the subject and pointed at the "flower" on the officer's shoulder badge and asked, "Your flower is so big, and there are wheat ears underneath. In the UNSC civilian system, is this considered a very high rank?"

The civilian officer shook his head and told Boss Cheng that civilian officers had no military ranks, only levels and professions.

"But my civilian rank is level two, which is relatively rare."

Yes, it is not that much! A second-level civilian cadre is almost the same as a major general in a UNSC military region or sub-military region. But the civilian officer did not say much, but continued to eat the "dinner" on the plate. As for the Dark Lord mecha outside the hotel, although it was tightly wrapped in blue and white snakeskin cloth, it was still left in the middle of the road.

"What are you going to do next?" Boss Cheng pointed outside, "You've covered up everything around here, are you planning on doing something big?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet." The civilian officer shrugged, "But the action will definitely be big."

"Then if you have a big project, do you have to find a cook?" After saying that, Boss Cheng took two steps back, patted his chest and asked, "What do you think of my job? I can provide food for 600-700 people at one meal time, and guarantee both quality and quantity. But my family is closed on Sundays, and I think if you want to build a big project, you won't force the workers to work overtime on Sundays."

“Cough, cough, cough, cough…”

The officer is really a girl. This burly man in front of her who is nearly two meters tall really runs his small box restaurant well.

It is this surprising sense of contrast that is really grasped by Boss Cheng.

No, I have to change the subject!

The civilian officer thought of a major event that they had mentioned. So, after he ate the last piece of green pepper on the plate and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he asked Boss Cheng:

"If... the world we live in started to be 'magical' more than 40 years ago, how should we respond?"

"More than 40 years ago?" Even though Boss Cheng was well-informed, he was still stunned. He frowned and stared at the civilian officer with annoyance and confusion. After staring for a long time, he spoke again.

"How is it so magical?"

The civilian officer originally intended to look up at the night sky outside through the window, but unfortunately his view was blocked by a huge tarpaulin.

"What if... the sun, which we depend on for survival and which we regard as our mother, will no longer be gentle in the near future?"

0059 If you want to cooperate, you have to call first

Boss Cheng is what Wanwanmei thought of!

The UNSC army came out to carry out the mission, followed by several kitchen trucks!

It is the latest 6rd generation 6* off-road chassis! Boss Cheng exclaimed "I want one too".

Unfortunately, either the new kitchen car was too powerful, or the one cooking in the kitchen who was frying the sugar color was a new recruit.

"How do you know?" Denise asked.

"Because I smell the fuzzy smell of overcooked caramel."

Denise sniffed the smell coming from the glassless store door and asked in confusion, "Isn't it morning now? Even if we want to make braised pork, isn't it too early?"

"Maybe they had a mission at noon and didn't have time to eat."

Recalling the secrets told by the UNSC civilian officer last night, Boss Cheng still couldn't be sure whether the scientist's prediction was wrong or the officer was fooling people.

After cleaning the store, Boss Cheng and Denise came to the school playground and looked up at the sun in the sky with Ise and Fuso. Unconsciously, Boss Cheng's thoughts drifted back to last night, when the officer was telling a story with a serious face...

"What if... the sun, which we depend on for survival and which we regard as our mother, becomes less gentle in the near future?"

Boss Cheng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly realized something. He smiled and asked the officer, "Which unfilial son is so lacking in virtue that he made our mother so angry?"

"But if I'm not joking, Mom will really be furious. What should we do then?"

"Just run away, what else can you do?" Boss Cheng shrugged.

"But there's an old saying: You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple. The problem is, if a monk leaves the temple, he will die, so will he run away or not?"

Boss Cheng gradually frowned and stopped joking. He asked the officer seriously, "Is there really something wrong with the sun above our heads?"

"It is aging rapidly. In 1977, Chinese scientist Fu Jianming first established a model and concluded that the fusion in the core of the sun is accelerating. A helium flash is likely to occur in about a hundred years. At that time, the sun will expand rapidly until it swallows up all the matter within the orbit of Jupiter."

"Wait, wait a minute." Boss Cheng counted on his fingers, "A hundred years after 1977? Isn't that only 50 years left? Don't lie to me!"

The officer smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "I sincerely hope that everything I just said is to fool you into providing us with science and technology that surpasses the current human level. But unfortunately, both our FAS Sky Eye and the Ugly Parker (solar probe) have proved that the sun is aging rapidly.

Not only in China, but also in all places with people around the world, governments have set up surveillance networks. One is to prevent any information about the aging of the sun from being leaked; the other is to find all possible civilian technology experts. It is said that 20 years ago, a young scientist who mastered anti-gravity technology appeared in the United States.

Unfortunately, the young scientist was an African American living in Texas. Even though the young scientist was protected by the U.S. Secret Service, he was still shot and killed by the San Antonio police right under Furby's nose. Just because he was accidentally bumped into by an old white lady when he was leaving a coffee shop.

Boss Cheng looked incredulous, yet he felt it made sense.

"This is also what we once valued about your father..."

"Can you just call him by his name? Apart from our grudge, we have basically no other relationship."

"Okay." The officer nodded and continued, "This is why we once attached great importance to... Cheng Xiu Hai. Someone once witnessed that Cheng Xiu Hai had some ability to stop the flow of time in a local area."

"Time stopped?" asked Boss Cheng.

"That's about it. We once suspected that Cheng Xiuhai, like Dio Brando in JOJO, also had a time stand. However, this ability of his seemed to have disappeared 10 years ago."

Boss Cheng slapped his forehead, speechless. He had to explain to the officer: "That thing is not a power. Does your eyewitness report also record that when time resumes, the small area where time was suspended will also experience time acceleration?"

The UNSC officer nodded continuously.

"That's because that bastard Hacker Magician used a micro-zero bomb!"

"Hacker magician?"

"That bastard Cheng Xiuhai's code name for his accession to the throne."

"What about the miniature zero bomb?"

"Calling it a bomb is a bit exaggerated. To be precise, it should be called a trace zero-point energy interference quantum device. It uses zero-point energy bursts to disturb the quantum flow, and then uses quantum disturbances to exert influence on the subspace, so that the subspace temporarily interferes with the real world."

However, the officer didn't understand at all.

"I don't understand either. These are the things in the final boss settings of certain competitions. After fighting them many times, I naturally remember these broken things. But it is certain that this kind of weapon is not something that a normal contestant can possess. So these are all good things that the bastard got by cheating.

But I guess the bastard didn't get many micro-zero bombs, and he used them up very early. Otherwise, he couldn't have used this thing when fighting me. After all, if I didn't know he had this thing, he could have used a short time pause to kill me. "

The officer agreed and said, "Cheng Xiuhai is really not smart enough. If I were him, I would never use such extreme weapons to rob a small money transport truck."

"Rob, rob a money transporter?" Boss Cheng asked in surprise, "With his ability, wouldn't it be better for him to rob a bank secretly?"

and many more!

wrong!

Why rob a bank?

Officer U didn't understand, but was shocked. He felt that the guys from the competitive world didn't seem normal. Or to put it more simply, these guys all had some serious brain problems.

However, many veterans who have experienced bloody battles have some personality problems, but these problems are not post-traumatic stress disorder. Some of them have not improved even after being in nursing homes for more than ten or twenty years.

"Then what is JOJO?" Boss Cheng asked curiously.

"Uh……"

After the topic returned to the crisis of the rapid aging of the sun, the officer also said that the technology currently possessed by humans is simply not enough to resist the crisis that will occur in the future.

"So on behalf of the country, I hope that you, Boss Cheng, can consider the overall situation and provide us with some technologies that can be studied, learned and imitated."

"How to provide it?" Boss Cheng asked with interest.

"The provision is not free and does not require the boss's selfless dedication." The officer emphasized: "If the boss is interested in cooperation, the military hopes to establish a long-term, stable, mutually trusting and mutually beneficial relationship with the boss."

"Reciprocity?"

"Yes, reciprocity." The officer explained, "Reciprocity based on equality and equal exchange."

"Is it business?"

“It’s business, but it’s also cooperation.”

"Then can you order food from our partners?"