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

Looking at Hanzo's back, Boss Cheng cursed quietly: "Kvass is not free, you got the wrong one."

……

Time is like a meteor in the sky, coming and going quickly.

"Pow!" It's gone just like that.

So, time passed by November in a flash and came to December 11 when it was snowing heavily.

Because it doesn't snow in the Rain Country in winter, and it rains every day and every month, it also gives the Rain Country some respite in the coming months of winter. So the workers need to wear thicker clothes, but their enthusiasm for work is much higher than in the autumn when it rains all the time and the atmosphere is not very harmonious.

Boss Cheng did a good job in labor protection, but Zhou Zhe was better at searching for inventory and tail orders. Boss Cheng just wanted Zhou Zhe to contact a manufacturer with inventory pressure, but he didn't expect that the manufacturer directly shipped more than 10,000 sets of brand new cotton jackets to Boss Cheng.

"No, I plan to pay for it."

"Okay, you can buy the next batch yourself. This batch is less than 20 yuan." Zhou Zhezhi gave Boss Cheng a phone number and told him, "Clothes, pants, shoes and hats, anything related to foreign trade, you can call this person. Foreign trade has been difficult in recent years, and many manufacturers have a large amount of inventory due to returned orders. If you buy in large quantities, the price is very cheap."

“Is the world out there hard right now?”

"It's difficult, of course it's difficult. The end of the world is coming, and the top leaders of the Ugly Country know this, so they are squeezing the value of the currency and national debt. The world's economy is in turmoil, like a roller coaster, with more and more bankrupt companies and more and more unemployed people.

You don't usually pay much attention to international politics, right? The strike in the old revolutionary district has been going on for half a year. They almost demolished the Eiffel Tower and used it as a roadblock to block the military and police. Otherwise, why do we say that the old revolutionary district is the old revolutionary district? The Social People's Occupy the Line Alliance in the new city has even put its red flag on the Arc de Triomphe. "

"what?"

"You don't understand? The old revolutionary base, the Paris Commune, was a great forerunner of the socialist experiment."

"Oh." Boss Cheng pointed to his head, "My memories before the age of 35 are all fake, don't expect me to know too much. Apart from common sense, everything else is like looking at other people's memories, you have to look through them carefully."

Zhou Zhe just laughed, and patted Boss Cheng's arm to console him, "It's okay. In another 10 or 20 years, none of them will be of any use to you anymore."

After that, Zhou Zhezhi took out a large aluminum alloy box from his trunk. When he opened the box, Boss Cheng's eyes lit up instantly.

"Thank you again for providing us with the titanium alloy armor technology. After several months of hard work, we have acquired the technology to mass-produce the titanium alloy armor in the laboratory. And with the breakthrough in titanium alloy armor technology, the liquid hydrogen room temperature storage tanks provided by Boss Cheng can also be mass-produced. So..."

"So my Falcon can fly again!"

After saying that, Boss Cheng grabbed Zhou Zhezhi's arm and ran to the underground base. After Boss Cheng replaced a new liquid hydrogen tank on a twin-rotor helicopter and filled the helicopter's "fuel tank" with tap water...

"Let's go up and try it?" Boss Cheng opened the Falcon's hatch that almost no one had seen, pointed at the cockpit and asked.

"Okay! But you have to find me something to wear." Zhou Zhezhi showed off his thin coat, "No matter which world you take me to, I will freeze to death in this coat."

After some preparation, Zhou Zhezhi asked Boss Cheng if he could take him to the end of the world again. Soon after Boss Cheng nodded, Zhou Zhezhi realized how good the performance of the twin-rotor helicopter under him was, and how wild Boss Cheng's driving skills were.

Boss Cheng, who was driving the Falcon, dared to drill into any gap no matter how narrow it was. There were several times when Zhou Zhe saw the blades of the Falcon were about to scrape against the building. But every time the helicopter was able to drill out of these places safely and accurately.

"You bastard! Are you trying to kill me?"

Boss Cheng told Zhou Zhezhi in the onboard communication: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I learned to fly this thing when I was 10 years old. After I went to the competitive world, I found that this thing was sold in the mall, so I saved up money to buy this one. I have flown this plane in various competitions for decades. The most I have flown is being hit by bullets and forced to land. I have never crashed."

Wow, he has decades of experience in flying single helicopters. No wonder he dares to fly the helicopter so wildly.

But Zhou Zhezhi's sweat was still pouring out. After all, not everyone can experience the feeling of instant weightlessness in the cockpit of a helicopter.

"Please, Comrade Cheng Tianyan! Can you fly more steadily?" Zhou Zhezhi shouted to his boss on the in-flight communication: "I want to record some videos of the city's buildings. If you fly so wildly, it will easily throw my phone away!"

"Then you didn't tell me earlier!"

The Falcon, which had just completed a 360-degree roll, suddenly stabilized itself, almost making Zhou Zhezhi in the crew cabin vomit. Zhou Zhezhi resisted the discomfort in his stomach, turned on the video function of his mobile phone, and began to shoot various images of the deserted city.

The Falcon flew through the deserted city with tall buildings. Zhou Zhezhi recorded videos and took close-ups. He also let Boss Cheng land on the street to record the overall condition of the buildings from the ground.

“Such detailed shots?”

"It won't work without details. We need to prepare a feasibility study report."

"Planning to immigrate here?"

"It's still in the planning stage, but it will eventually have to be carried out." Zhou Zhezhi did not hide anything. He told his boss, "If we really want to push our little temple out of the solar system, there will likely be more than 30 billion casualties worldwide. If we don't move, those people will die when the Earth stops rotating."

Hearing this, Boss Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked excitedly, "So, you plan to transfer 30 billion people from me?"

"It's impossible to have so many." Zhou Zhezhi explained: "You will never know how stubborn humans are. Even if the flood is over their feet, they are unwilling to believe that the sun will explode, and it is even more impossible for them to abandon their property and go to a completely unfamiliar environment with you.

So we estimate that even if the plan is passed, the number of people who can immigrate here will be between 10 billion and 12 billion at most. For those who are unwilling to give up what they have until the disaster comes, we can only give up on them. When that day comes, more than 10 billion people will die, but we have done our best. "

"Oh." Boss Cheng was silent for a long time before he discussed with Zhou Zhezhi, "Well... if you use my place as a portal, do I have to charge a toll?"

Zhou Zhe looked at Boss Cheng as if he was crazy and asked him, "Are you planning to sell them a box lunch each?"

0074 Let the Three Body Go to Hell

Humans are highly adaptable animals. Except for a small number of idiots, most humans are willing to actively adapt to the environment. In other words, they have to change themselves to adapt to the new environment in order to survive.

This is the case with an old man who lives in a cave at the border of the Fire Nation. Although he is already in his seventies or eighties, in order to live a few more years, for the sake of his front-line health, and to wash his pants less often, he forces himself to stop paying attention to the big treasure that comes and goes.

The old man had come to terms with it. After all, his big baby would definitely "return" on time in the evening after disappearing for a day. And his disappearance and reappearance had a special "schedule" pattern, just like the school day at the ninja school, and he would rest on Sundays.

"Since I've let it go, peeing has been much smoother."

The old man urinated freely and without any obstruction, and then went back to bed to take a nap.

However, in Black Zetsu's eyes, the old man's change was just a sign of giving up and lying down. He felt that maybe it was time to find an opportunity to take back the Samsara Eye that was nurtured in little Nagato.

The only thing to worry about...

He was just afraid that he would not be able to get his eyes back, but would become a meat bun and never come back.

"We must take a long-term view!"

But in fact, if Black Zetsu was braver, he could capture Nagato and dig out his eyes right now, and maybe he could succeed.

Because Boss Cheng is almost going crazy with work.

The exploration and surveying team of more than 3000 people gathered on the playground of the old mining school. Various surveying equipment, engineering machinery, transportation vehicles and life support facilities were lined up for several kilometers outside the school gate.

Boss Cheng, who was frantically flipping a one-meter-diameter wok in the kitchen, also kept swearing that he would have to take "big deals" in batches, at different times and at different times. There were several thousand people gathered at once, and Boss Cheng and Denise felt that their wrists and waists were about to be broken.

"After we get there, we will first check the elevators connecting the floors, and come up with reinforcement and repair plans as soon as possible." Zhou Zhezhi took out a recent aerial view and pointed while emphasizing, "Here and here on the fifth floor, you must be careful, this part of the area has begun to collapse. When inspecting the elevator, try to avoid the collapsed area. If it is really dangerous, then you will take the initiative to clear the dangerous area.

You are the first group of people to go there, so remember to be cautious. You have at least two years, so don't rush things. Wait until you have a thorough understanding of the place and have repaired the elevator. Then you can speed up your work and the plan will be fully implemented in time."

After more than a week of intensive exploration, Zhou Zhezhi and Boss Cheng studied and confirmed with Zuo Qianhu and Yuli Nicholas Zhao that the elevator connecting the upper and lower floors is not just a simple elevator. The huge and overly thick elevator shaft is an important part of the load-bearing structure that supports the upper artificial ground.

This means that in the "Hive City", tall buildings can collapse and the ground can collapse, but the huge supporting structures and elevators cannot collapse - at least in the next ten years, the giant elevators built by humans in the "old era" must not collapse!

Zhou Zhe only has 10 years to transform the end world. After 10 years, a new giant elevator will go directly from the 6th floor where Boss Cheng is located to the grassroots. The "Taoyuan Project" for preserving species will also begin pilot work in the end world.

Once the cheap and fast desert vegetation experiment is successful, the excess labor in the other world will be transferred to the end world, and the endless desert in the end world will be transformed. In the next 100 years, the end world will be built into a life ark with lush vegetation, thousands of miles of fertile fields, and herds of animals.

This place should not only become the food supply base of the Wandering Earth, but also serve as an alternative plan after the failure of the Mountain Moving Plan. Therefore, this world should not only have green mountains and clear waters, but also preserve and utilize all the industrial equipment of humans in the "old era".

In short, this will be a top-secret mission that is as important as the "Mountain Moving Project" and will not be made public for decades.

What? You ask why it must be top secret?

First, once the "Taoyuan Project" is made public, countries around the world will certainly try their best to promote the "Taoyuan Project" and stop the implementation of the "Mountain Moving Project". Even the "Ark Project" that they themselves are leading will be completely abandoned.

After all, a ready-made new world in which humans can survive is more reliable than a plan to run away with the ruined temple.

Let's not talk about whether the sun in the apocalyptic world will explode or how many people it can feed. When all countries and populations are transferred to another strange world, how will the existing national boundaries and political structure be maintained? Will they be overthrown and rebuilt, or will everything that exists be copied over?

Human nature, or more precisely, Western nature, is to ensure that everyone else survives first, regardless of whether they can survive. So after arriving in the new world, humans have to take up arms to fight the Third World War before they even have time to sit down?

Of course, the greater possibility is that once Boss Cheng's secret is leaked, the dirty politicians in the Ugly Country will definitely use some bullshit "human rights" excuse to unite the Convention countries to send troops to attack the UNSC first.

Then after the war was lost, Lao Jibaden suddenly went crazy and directly escalated the conventional war into a nuclear war?

At that time, regardless of whether the sun dies or not, humans on Earth will definitely die, and another doomsday world will be born.

It must not be revealed in advance!

We must not let humanity be left to gamble everything on one throw!

Both hands must be grasped, both hands must be hard!

At worst, when the "Mountain Moving Plan" is initially completed, the other four big gangsters can be recruited to ensure that the Earth United Government has absolute military suppression power. Then Hualin and even the entire Northeast will be implemented as a UEG (United Earth Government) co-managed area. Finally, with the convenience of Boss Cheng, the United Nations Space Command Center (UNSC) will be expanded from East Asia to the whole world, making it a veritable United Nations Space Command Center.

Boss Cheng: I always feel that this world is becoming more and more familiar.

Fuck the Alliance!

After learning the full story of the "Mountain Moving Plan", Boss Cheng asked Zhou Zhezhi to pass on a message to the central government: "Fuck the Centauri system, that damn place is only fit to be an interstellar garbage dump!"

"But...Boss, why are you..."

"Nothing but death."

Zhou Zhezhi: …

"I don't know which bastard came up with the idea of ​​organizing the Centaur Golden Fleece Competition. They also used the pretext of 'voluntary participation, free and lossless resurrection' to attract people. The rules of the competition also promised that participants would receive 1000 points for every minute they held the Golden Fleece, and their points would not be reset even if they died. Those who held the Golden Fleece until the end of the competition would receive an additional 10 points.

I participated in the game and habitually placed a bet of one silver treasure chest on myself before the game. As a result, when I was placing the bet, I was startled by someone from behind. My hand was shaking, and I clicked the option of "I bet on annihilation" instead of "betting on myself".

As a result, just over half an hour into the competition, before the contestants even had time to see what the Golden Fleece looked like, the sun in the sky suddenly went from one to three. All the contestants, along with the planets beneath their feet, were vaporized by the three suns in the blink of an eye.

"Then, you bet right?" Zhou Zhe asked directly.

"Ah, the bet was right. The investment of one silver treasure chest turned into the output of 70 gold treasure chests."

"You can be resurrected for free and get a golden treasure chest, so why are you still complaining?"

"Nonsense, you think being roasted to death by the sun doesn't hurt! The newbies and those at the bottom of the rankings are damn lucky, they died in an instant without leaving any trace. But a bunch of us at the top of the rankings, because of our own superpowers, it took us a full minute or two to die. Do you know what it feels like to be conscious and watch yourself being roasted bit by bit? It's like being roasted face to face at hundreds of thousands of degrees Celsius!"

This time Zhou Zhezhi finally understood why Boss Cheng had made the decision to retire. Perhaps... he must have been so scared by the new ways of dying.

"Then boss..." Zhou Zhezhi asked again: "What was the most memorable death for you? How did it happen?"

"What do you remember most vividly?" Boss Cheng answered without hesitation: "The time I was trapped in hell for 30 years."

"why?"

"Because I couldn't die that time! I was torn to pieces and eaten by the devil, and then resurrected right there! In the end, in order to avoid experiencing the feeling of dying and coming back to life again and again, I had to kill my way through hell and killed devils for 30 years!"

Zhou Zhezhi had nothing to say, so he had to change the subject. He patted Boss Cheng's arm and promised to bring up the phrase "Fuck the Centauri Trisolaran system!"

The first batch of "Otherworld Expedition Teams" began to march in an orderly line towards the end of the world. After the humans walked, the machines walked, and after the machines walked, the helicopters walked. The appearance of one of the super-heavy helicopters immediately aroused Boss Cheng's strong interest.

but……

“This one won’t work!”

"I can use gold..."

"It's not a question of money, but a question of whether we can afford to maintain it." Zhou Zhezhi pointed to the Mi-26T2V super-heavy helicopter being towed into the playground and told Boss Cheng: "This machine consumes 2.5 tons of fuel per hour of flight. If you want it to fly steadily in the sky, it will need at least a ground crew squadron for long-term maintenance. It's impossible for one person to do it like you maintain the Black Hawk."

"Oh, forget it." Boss Cheng looked at the ridiculously large Mi-26 and sighed helplessly.

Zhou Zhezhi just mentioned the helicopter and asked Boss Cheng: "Are your two Mi-171s due for maintenance? Since they have a lot of people, do you need them to help you check one of the planes?"

"No need." Boss Cheng told Zhou Zhezhi calmly: "The one I usually use crashed a month ago. Recently, I have been using either the Black Hawk or the Falcon to take you to take pictures."

"It crashed?"

"Ah!" Boss Cheng nodded and told him: "It was blown down by a bunch of ninjas while flying."

Zhou Zhezhi was shocked and asked Boss Cheng: "Are other worlds so dangerous?"

"It's OK, but the individual combat power of the units is a bit over the standard. It is said that some powerful guys can almost produce the firepower of an entire battalion by themselves."

Zhou Zhezhi was speechless again. After a long time, he asked Boss Cheng whether he wanted his Mi-24 returned.

"Have you finished your research?"

Zhou shook his head and said frankly not yet.

"Then you can continue your research. But I want to discuss something with you. How about you take my remaining Mi-171 away and replace it with a medium or heavy armed helicopter that can fire tactical nuclear missiles."

Zhou Zhe looked up and down at Boss Cheng for a long time, and then told Boss Cheng bluntly: "Excuse me, but with your body, you can't fit into any of the current armed helicopters in service in the world. Not even the Russian KA-52."

"How is that possible! If you want to trick me, you have to find a more reliable reason, right?"

But Zhou Zhezhi smiled and asked Boss Cheng: "The report mentioned that when you were arrested and taken to the police station, you couldn't even sit in the confession chair. I wonder if this is true?"

Boss Cheng: "Why do you remember such a thing?"

Zhou Zhezhi did not answer, but told Boss Cheng: "If you can't even sit in the confessional chair, don't even expect fighter jets, armed helicopters, etc."

"I..." Boss Cheng looked at his arms, which were thicker than other people's legs, and sighed helplessly, "Wait until you finish your research, then send the mi24 back to me."