Technology dominance: starting from raising villains

Chapter 27 Amazing Discovery
Hearing such a fierce voice, Fan Yan thought it was calling him, and stopped immediately.

"Stop! It's you bastard again, let's see if I don't punish you today!"

After a while, a small stall owner ran towards Fan Yan aggressively with a spatula, and in front of him was a six or seven-year-old waif.

The clothes he was wearing were out of shape, his hair was long and messy, with a few vegetable leaves in between, like a chicken coop, and he ran rampant on the street with food in his hand.

After a while, he collided with Fan Yan, his thin body was hit to the ground, and the stall owner picked up the spatula and wanted to teach him a lesson, "Let you steal my things! Kill you little bastard!"

The little waif didn't protect himself with his hands, knowing that he would be beaten badly, he immediately ate the food in his hand.

After three or five mouthfuls, he stuffed a large meat roll into his mouth and covered it tightly with his hands, as if he was used to being beaten.

"Bang-"

The stall owner's spatula didn't hit the little waif, but Fan Yan's arm. There was a bang, and the iron handle of the spatula was bent into a C shape.

The stall owner was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and when he looked up and saw Fan Yan with a cold expression, he immediately frightened him a lot, "This kid is stealing from me, don't interfere."

Fan Yan also came here in Kavers when he was a child, and the little waif in front of him brought back his childhood memories, "How much did he eat from you?"

"Stolen several times, at least a few hundred star dollars."

"Offset his, and give me the rest for those to eat."

Fan Yan took a large denomination of Xing Yuan to the stall owner. When the stall owner saw that someone made up for his loss, he didn't say anything, took the money and went back to his stall.

Fan Yan looked down at the little waif for a while, and remembered that when he was a child, he also stole things when he was a child, but it was not food, but medicine.

Grandpa was seriously ill back then, and there was only one drug that could relieve it, but at that time that drug was monopolized by the five major groups, and the price was sky-high.

The grandfather's family was originally from a wealthy family, but later he was chased and killed because of protecting something. In order to protect him, the grandfather had to give up everything he owned, and finally fell to the point where he could not even cure the disease.

He couldn't buy the medicine and could only steal it. He stole the medicine and hid in the most chaotic black street in Caves, but was finally found and almost beaten to death.

The passers-by walked indifferently as if they had seen a street mouse, only Dr. Nuoli stopped.

Dr. Nuoli helped him buy the medicine, but unfortunately his grandfather had passed away when he took the medicine back. Dr. Nuoli saw his pity and took him back to the laboratory. He has been living with Dr. Nuoli ever since.

The child in front of him was very much like him at that time.

"Still hungry?"

Fan Yan casually lifted the little vagrant up and helped him remove the vegetable leaves from his head. The little waif hadn't finished eating, but nodded vigorously.

Fan Yan took him to the stall owner. The stall owner was also a real person. He made as many things as he had left after taking the money and offsetting the stolen ones.

The little waif was dirty and stinky, as soon as he appeared, many customers left, Fan Yan gave some Xingyuan to the stall owner, and the stall owner couldn't care less.

"Young man, this little bastard doesn't need to be too nice to him. It will affect his identity. Give it to the inspectors, and they will take it to the Management Institute."

The stall owner persuaded while talking, that Baiduoluo City is one of the top ten prosperous cities in Dongxing District, and most of the people here are rich people, even those with a little money pay attention to their status.

The little waif didn't know which sentence he heard, the meat roll in his hand was tightly grasped, the whole person hid under the table and trembled, his mental state was obviously very unstable.

Fan Yan could see that he was afraid, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, so he had to pack his food and take it away.

After leaving Night Street, the little vagrant's condition gradually improved, and he began to eat again, but he had to look back after walking a few times, a little nervous, as if he was afraid that someone would come and arrest him.

Fan Yan is more and more unable to understand this era. Although there are all kinds of resources, people will suffer from hunger. In the future, the world will lack resources but no one will worry about food. Moreover, due to some diseases such as madness, there are very few newborns. After 2170, children are the focus of protection in the future world.

And not long after he came to this age, he has already met a few poor children.

Ke Jue, Fei Ya and the child in front of him, the strap on Fei Ya's back reminded him that this era is far more complicated than he imagined, and he doesn't know how many children like this exist in this era.

Fan Yan walked and walked back to his residence unknowingly.

The little vagrant didn't know how long he had been hungry, he ate all the way, and followed Fan Yan back to his residence.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Fan Yan planned to take him with him first, and then find a way to settle him down tomorrow.

He used the key given by Lao Cao to enter through the back door. Everyone was supposed to be asleep at this point, but he met Lao Cao as soon as he entered the door.

"Young man, why is it so late, I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

Lao Cao put down the wine glass in his hand and walked forward with a smile on his face.

"Maybe I'll be back later."

"It's okay, it's okay, young people always want to have a little night life, and those stinky boys in my family often disappear at night, I'm used to it."

Lao Cao waved his hand. He didn't mind at all whether the guest came back early or late. After all, he also collected money, and being too lenient would only affect the business.

While talking, Lao Cao smelled a smell, looked down and found a little vagrant behind Fan Yan, "Oh, where did this kid come from?"

The management system of Baiduoluo City is perfect, and the benefits are also very good. Homeless people are very rare, and homeless children are even rarer.

People who are really in trouble can be arranged quickly as long as they go to the Management Institute. Even people from other places deliberately pretend to be in trouble and go to the Management Institute to seek help in order to live in Baiduoluo City. Such a down-and-out child is rare.

"Meet in Night Street."

"Well, maybe it's because the inspectors didn't find the child due to the incident of the five major groups. They will send it to the Management Institute tomorrow, and they will arrange it."

Lao Cao enthusiastically made a suggestion. After all, the Management Institute specializes in this kind of thing. There are still many lost children who have found their parents because of the Management Institute. The ability of the Management Institute has won the hearts of the people.

"Bang-"

The little waif didn't know which sentence he heard, and hid under the table and trembled again. His whole body was dominated by a kind of fear, and his mental state was unstable again.

Fan Yan's eyes dimmed, as if he had discovered the problem, and after a few polite words with Lao Cao, he took him upstairs to wash.

Lao Cao got a set of clean children's clothes from somewhere, and sent them upstairs together with the supper.

In the bathroom, Fan Yan fished out the little waif who had soaked for a while, the water in the whole bathtub was gray-black.

The little waif didn't have any injuries like Feya's, but due to years of malnutrition, his bones were so thin that he could hardly see any flesh.

Fan Yan washed his hair and wiped off the dirt on his face, the more he wiped, the more he felt that this little waif looked familiar.

Fan Yan dried his hands, called up the recording mode of the past few days, and finally fixed on the group photo that Bright held that day.

The little waif in front of me is exactly the same as the little boy in the photo except that he is a little thinner and has grown up a bit.

(End of this chapter)