Star Dome Railway: The opening performance of Taixu Sword God

Their beautiful clothes were roughly stripped off one by one, and then they were put on thin and ugly prison uniforms.

Now I have offended everyone.

"Tsk... Our family has worked hard for Beloberg for generations. I didn't expect that it would end up like this in the end!"

"What a disappointment, so disappointing! Is this how the city builders treated the older generation of heroes?!"

"What are you arguing about?!"

Sangbo raised his foot and kicked the old man who screamed the loudest, cursing:

"If you yell again, you will be killed on the spot!"

"you……!"

Yan squatted beside him, admiring Sang Bo making waves while taking out his mobile phone to record the good times.

This blue-haired man may have never been so prosperous in his life.

On the other side, in the administrative square.

Three poorly dressed men squatted at the foot of the steps of Fort Clipper.

Bronya was wearing a cheap cotton coat, hugging her knees and squatting silently in the corner, thinking about life.

Pella has the same configuration.

As for Jeppard, who had just been cured by someone Yan, he was holding an iron bowl and sitting in front of the two of them with an embarrassed look on his face.

——The three of them were really fired!

Even the uniforms were put away.

"Oh, you are such pitiful three beggars. Let me, Miss Sylva, show mercy and give you a few small coins."

Danglanglang——! !

"..."

Jeppard watched helplessly as Sylva threw a few Winter City shields into his bowl, and suddenly said speechlessly:

"Sister...what are you doing?"

"Huh? Didn't you put the bowl yourself? You didn't thank me and you even questioned me."

"I didn't put this there, it was Sambo who ordered the Iron Guard to put it here."

"He's quite a nice guy!"

"..."

"whee."

Xiluwa circled around the three of them, the corner of her mouth raised crazily and never fell down.

She took out her phone to record this beautiful moment.

Occasionally, a passing Iron Guard would greet the three of them and curse Sambo for how arrogant he was.

But even though the three of them had been squatting on the street for a long time, Cocolia didn't go out to stop them.

Even... after Xiluwa posted the photo of the three people begging for food on WeChat Moments, she even liked it.

Perla leaned against the wall and complained:

"When will this day end? Just for a moment, I can't stand it anymore!"

Jeppard lowered his head and said melancholy:

"Why did they really drive us away... I thought they were just leaving temporarily."

Bronya sat in the corner, silently staring at the pedestrians coming and going on the street from this perspective.

"..."

"Hey, hey, hey, you three, don't you know, first come, first served!"

"?"

Hearing the curses, Jeppard couldn't help but turn his head. It was an old man with white hair and ragged clothes.

He was dirty and seemed like a real beggar.

"Ah... uncle, why are you still begging?"

Jeppard recognized the person and quickly made room for him.

There are only a handful of beggars in the upper area of ​​Beloberg, and this dirty old man often goes to Iron Guard to ask for food.

"Huh? This voice... roars, young man, it can't really be you!"

The old man was very surprised. He sat next to Jeppard and began to scratch Jeppard's face with his dirty hands, as if he wanted to confirm whether he was the once majestic silver-maned iron guard.

"It's me, uncle... don't touch me. My injury will heal today."

"oh oh."

After confirming that it was Jeppard himself, the dirty old man let go of his hand, but Jeppard's face was covered in black.

The old man looked at the two female beggars in the back corner. One of them was lying lazily in a Ge You posture, scrolling through her cell phone.

The other one was holding his knees with his hands and looking at himself.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the old man felt that this girl seemed familiar.

"Little girl, you look like that... what kind of quasi-great guardian? The one who was giving a speech a few days ago."

"…I am, that's me."

"..."

"Haha, it's okay... I will take you to beg for food from now on. Although the old man is older, he still has the strength to ask for three more meals." The old man patted his withered chest, and squeezed out the expression on his thin face. A few smiles.

Seeing that the uncle began to pity them, Jeppard quickly interrupted:

"Uncle...why are you still begging for food? Didn't I introduce you to a job last time?"

"Work?"

The dirty old man scratched his head, seeming to be recalling with difficulty.

Finally, he slapped his forehead with his withered hand and shouted:

"Oh~ you said that...sweeping the streets!"

"Yes." Jeppard nodded:

"Not only do you not have to worry about food and clothing, you also get a good salary, and you can also have a temporary place to live. Isn't it great?"

"Hey, hey... don't mention it." The old man waved his hand and stopped him:

"I'm quite old, why do you still want me to go to work and work like a cow? Am I tired in this life... I've been struggling when I was young, and you won't let me go when I'm old?"

"Uh……"

"Besides, I was promised a pension at the time, but now I haven't seen a penny of it!"

"Huh? Pension? I remember there is one."

Jeppard was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked at Bronya and Pella behind, trying to confirm.

Bronya nodded slightly and said softly:

"Yes, the elderly who have reached the age will generally receive a subsidy, and the elderly without children will receive more."

"Yes...that's it. I didn't see a hair of it."

The dirty old man snatched Jeppard's bowl and said angrily:

"I tried to get one before, but they asked me for a senior citizen ID card? I don't have one."

"My hair and beard are all gray. Isn't it obvious whether I am an old person or not? Why do I have to get a senior citizen ID card?"

"Then I thought, maybe it's reasonable if it exists, so I asked how to get the certificate."

"In the end, I was asked to pay money again? I paid it... Later, I was asked to give gifts to someone, and also to give gifts to the receptionists... After a whole set of procedures, I failed to complete it, and my own wealth was emptied. ”

Chapter 195 Good Deal

"These days, without a certificate, it can't prove that I am an old man?"

The dirty old man's series of words confused the three of them.

Jeppard's pupils dilated and he said doubtfully:

"Why is there still such a thing? I have never heard of such a complicated process to receive subsidies."

Bronya seemed to have thought of something, she opened her thin lips and said softly:

"I remember that the issue of pensions was handled by a certain family and was not under our direct jurisdiction."

Thinking about it now, maybe members of that family were also stripped of their good clothes by Sambo?

"Oh, I just want to live a better life. The cold wave is over, and we have been fighting for our whole life. I really don't want to go around with our compatriots anymore, and we will have nothing left."

The dirty old man took away Jeppard's iron bowl and stood up silently, his eyes cloudy:

"I'm going to bring you some food. Do you want it? If so, I'll bring it for you."

"Then bring four more."

"Huh? Four servings?"

The dirty old man turned around and saw a gray-haired boy who was even dirtier than him standing in front of him, grinning and saying:

"But I don't eat spicy food, onions, or coriander. Remember to eat more meat."

"You're such a picky little beggar!"

The dirty old man didn't say much. After making some complaints, he patted Yan on the shoulder and left.

Geppard was sitting on the ground. Seeing that the dirty old man really wanted to bring them food, he wanted to get up and join him, but was pushed down by the latter.

"Let them do their best, calm down."

"But he..."

"This is his special skill, we don't need to worry about it."

Mr. Yan fell to the ground with a "pop" sound like a dead fish and kept rolling.

Pella couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so dirty...? Were you asked by Sambo to dig coal?"

"Oh, I'm going to beg for food."

"?"

"Look, this is the trophy I want back."

Yan silently took out documents one after another from his arms. They were wrapped in exquisite folders and handed to the hands of the three of them.

Bronya, Pella, and Geppard all stood up, looking blankly at the pile of documents in their hands, and said doubtfully:

"What are these? Is it tangible evidence that those people are trying to threaten the Beloberg regime? Or is it other evidence of oppressing the people?"

"No, no, none."

After Yan finished giving the things, he lay down on the ground again and rolled around, making his clothes dirty:

"I got this from the Black Tower Space Station. It's not precious, it's just some optimization plans for various industries."

"Optimization?"

"Yes, there are also various operation and training manuals to quickly train a group of employees who can get started."

Pella said doubtfully:

"Why are you giving us this? Let us open a factory and become the boss?"

"Hey, that's a good suggestion."

Yan raised his head and gave a thumbs up:

"The three of you are now working part-time as small bosses in a certain industry, and you will definitely be able to make a lot of money!"

While the three of them were still wondering, the dirty old man came back with five lunch boxes in his hand.