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Chapter 167 The Second Young Master's Experience ([-])

Among other things, rich people are really rich.

Banknotes are counted in bundles, and the people in the bank have a money machine, but they still get cramp when counting.

There are long queues for cash machines.

It's nothing to light a cigarette with a few big bills. When people are happy, they throw money out of the sports car, all over the sky.

This brother, that sister, the boss from the north, the second generation from the south, all kinds of foreigners, all have money to burn and play.

I am the lowest status, like a waiter in a club.

But in this position, even a group of people begging grandpa and grandma can't sit there.

Always pretend to be a grandson and put a smile on his face, but he spends a lot of money, and the tip in the first month is ten times his salary.

The kind of small boss in a coastal city who drinks every day and finds relationships to talk about business may not make as much net profit as I do in a month.

I'm just a waiter, and I can't even afford the work clothes I wear, and they were given by the casino.

After a year and a half, I became rich.

To be honest, I have never seen so much money in my life, my own money.

Think about my parents who work in the field and the factory, they are disheartened every day, and they have not earned as much as I have worked for 1 years.

How should I put it, it's gone.

Whatever the boss does, I do too, looking for girls and throwing money.

At that time, when people encouraged me, I went to the gambling table with all my wealth.

Alas, I will never forget.

In the first game, a small win, 200 million becomes 300 million.

I think my luck has come.

In the second game, a small loss, 300 million changed to 240 million.

I didn't think there was anything, and I still made money.

Net profit of 40.

In the third game, a grand slam win, my chips in hand became 600 million.

600 million! 600!

I was out of my mind at the time.

If you still have a little brain, you should stop and leave.

With the connections he made in the casino for a year and a half, it's no problem to take this little money away.

But I got up, and my eyes were red.

You see, in the fourth game, 600 million is the bet, even if it is a small win, it is still 900 million!
It's on top, it's all over.

When I lifted the thing and saw the numbers, I almost fainted.

Losing all, the probability is as small as choking to death while eating, but I won.

Then I didn't know anything about it.

When I woke up, I found myself in a small boat, floating in the sea, stripped naked except for a pair of brand-name underwear.

The underpants are bulging.

I opened it and saw that it was the note that the master and the female dealer left me, saying that to save you some face, I would give you 2000 yuan in cash and a pair of underwear.

She also said that if she jumped into the sea to feed the fish if she didn't want to live, that expensive pair of underwear would be a burial object.

I floated on the sea for a long time that day, and I had no strength at all. I didn't want to die, but I didn't want to live either.

That year and a half was like a dream.

When the sun was about to set, a coast guard boat rescued me, gave me a meal of instant noodles, and then threw me on the shore.

I thought, where am I going?

Go find the guy who drives the truck?

I really couldn't bear to look for the savior who almost became my father-in-law.

The old way, get on the train, take a nap, no matter where you go, wake up and get off, refund the ticket and make up the fare.

Wake up, walk around, it's still a commercial square.

Walking and walking, came to the University City.

There was a sports car parked on the side of the road, and a rich woman on it said why there are beggars at the university.

The student in the passenger seat asked me if I could help.

I said, I want to find a job and fill my stomach.

At this time, a handsome young man came over and greeted the two of them.

He said I'm a fucking talent, and the Veteran's Club needs no one who can drive properly.

To be honest, I was ashamed and a waste at that time. I don't know how the big boss took a fancy to me.

With a wave of his hand, I followed him.

……

The driver threw the cigarette butt out of the window after smoking.

He drove the truck out through the wasteland gate closest to Plum Street.

"It's been a month, and I've been hanging out with those people who have been soldiers," the driver said. "Although they all lack arms and legs, they live quite comfortably in the town. It's strange, why didn't I rush to be a soldier at that time?" Where are the soldiers?"

He drove the truck and made a small drift to avoid a large mutant that rushed: "I don't want to run away, I just want to stay in town. Brother Wolf said, when I think about it, find He, he will arrange to shave his head and buy clothes, and officially enter the job, just like a recruit. Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow I will talk to Brother Wolf. It is very good here."

The second young master was shivering in the passenger seat.

He saw that the driver with a calm and serene tone crushed an oncoming mutant in an extremely ruthless manner.

A large amount of blood was splashed on the front windshield.

"Those hunters missed this place?" The driver took out a notebook and wrote the number "1" and a series of coordinates that the second young master couldn't understand. "Fasten your seat belt, I'm going to speed up."

"Ah? Ah-"

The second young master put on his seat belt, but he was still so frightened by the growing feeling of pushing his back that he almost went to heaven.

Ahead, a group of abnormal species, at least fifty, is coming here.

"Monster, it's a monster!" The Second Young Master yelled.

When he uttered the first word, the abnormal population had just appeared; but when he spoke the last word, the abnormal population was already close at hand.

Under the control of the driver, the truck passed an inclined ramp and rushed into the air at high speed, three or four meters above the ground.

Flying over the heads of the aberrant populations, a fast-moving shadow flitted across their heads.

Snapped!
The truck landed and continued to drive forward at high speed.

The second young master looked back, and the deformed population was left far behind.

"Father Turing is here," the second young master was dumbfounded, "The truck you drive can fly!"

"It's good to get used to it. When I used to drive, some mountainous roads were very narrow, there were no fences on the side, they were all cliffs, and I was in a hurry to deliver, so I got used to taking risks."

The driver frowned slightly: "It doesn't feel right, the tire needs to be repaired."

The number of aberrant species around is getting smaller and smaller.

The truck gradually slowed down.

The second young master found that people came and went in the area enclosed by a simple wall.

"You have an entire wasteland base!" His eyes widened.

"It's just a bus stop. It's here, you should get off."

The second young master opened the car door and jumped out.

With bloody wind, sand everywhere, and dry air, he really stood on the wasteland.

"Yo, who is this? Isn't this Er Zai?"

A player came over and said, "The second young master of Giant Spirit City has been poor recently, so I asked the Giant Spirit Glory Company to give me some money to spend."

The second young master skillfully put his hands on his shoulders, and said in a refined and easy-going way: "You'd better go to the toilet to eat shit."

"Oh, you NPC, you have learned to speak like me."

The second young master laughed: "Whoever told you to be cheap."

The two hooked their shoulders together and entered the bus stop of the mutant species' nest.

Although this is a bus station, it was remodeled from the safe house made by the previous players, and it has a very large area.

There are always people in Giant Spirit City who say that the madness of the Flying Potato God Sect is contagious.

The second young master thought, if he could blend in, he was probably insane to the point of hopelessness.

Goodbye, that pure and lovely self.

Goodbye, that kind and gentle self.

If madness was the only thing that would get him a chair on the council, then madness would be all right.

He had no way out, so he could only smash the can and smash it.

"What are you doing here, Erzai," the player said, "You took a rifle to shoot at the target, and all eight bullets missed the target. If I hadn't stopped you, the new instructor Jiexiu could use his power armor to knock you out of the shit .”

"Don't talk about such things," the second young master lowered his head, "In short, I want to make a contribution to the company, the bigger the better."

The player thought for a while: "Two hours ago, there was a mission to find someone from a high-authority company who can collect raw ore. Do you have a channel there? You can't really be a gangster with your manner of speaking, right?"

The second young master's eyes lit up: "The god religion wants to sell mines? Where can I get mines?"

"Ask me?" the player said, "I'm just a hunter. For this matter, you have to take the bus and go to Outpost No. [-] to find the cute boy, or the rich woman Tuomei."

The second young master's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Who can work outside, which company person has his authority?
Although it is in a blocked state, the authority is only blocked, not abolished!
(End of this chapter)