Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 181

Chengdu County, Dujiang District.

A taxi with the words 'Tianfu MRT' printed on the door slowly drove out of the city surrounded by neon lights, all the way to the southwest.

After walking for less than half an hour, you can clearly feel that the mountain is gradually rising.

Among the mountains, there are people curling up, only the electric poles erected by the Ministry of Industry of the Empire stand alone among them.

Even the raindrops falling overhead became more and more violent.

Such a quiet landscape, wild and primitive environment, if not for the faint roar of car engines, Gong Qinghong would have thought that he had returned to the pre-Ming period when the Chongzhen Emperor tried his best to turn the tide.

Traveling by car, unite vertically and horizontally, unite the strong to attack the weak, and combine vertically and horizontally.

That was the golden age of the strategist sequence, but it is a pity that the seniors at that time still fell into the trap set up by the Zhu Ming royal family, and they actually honestly disarmed and returned to the fields, and released Ma Nanshan
Perhaps thinking that he was completing the unfinished business of his predecessors, Gong Qinghong couldn't help showing a hearty smile on his face.

He lowered the car window, let the moist air hit his face, tapped his fingers on the car door, and tapped the beat lightly.

"There is a laugh in the sea, and the tide of the chaotic world floats and sinks with the waves, only in the present. The sky laughs, and the world is full of tides. Whoever loses and who wins, God knows"

The singing is majestic and majestic, and it can be heard far away in the rain.

"Sir, you are so elegant, this singing is really good."

In the driver's seat, the driver in the gray blouse and uniform greeted him with a smile, smacking his lips up and down, as if savoring something.

"That's the word, it's not suitable for the occasion. When you get to the Taoist gate, then you should sing a Taoist song."

"Oh?" Gong Qinghong stopped singing and said with a smile: "Master, can you understand the meaning of the lyrics?"

"Of course. Don't look at me now as a taxi driver. When I was young, I was also a student at Confucius Temple!"

The driver looked at the road ahead from the corner of his eye, looked at Gong Qinghong with both eyes, and boasted: "It's a pity that the qualifications are a little bit inferior, and we can't afford Liuyi chips, otherwise we are also scholars in long gowns now."

Gong Qinghong nodded, and said with a light smile, "It's not necessarily a shame to drive a taxi, and it's not necessarily a good thing to wear a long gown."

"Look at what you said, after being promoted to the sequence, he will be a noble person, and he is much better than us ordinary people."

I don't know if it's because of his occupation, but the driver is also a talkative personality, and he can't stop talking when he opens the chatterbox.

"Looking at your demeanor, sir, you can tell that you are not an ordinary person. Naturally, I don't know how big the gap between inside and outside this sequence is."

"Let's take the most direct salary as an example. The salary of a commoner like me is only [-] treasures a month, which is barely enough to support our family."

"But those black workshops on the black market imitate a six-art chip, which is worth hundreds of thousands. Even if a villain doesn't eat or drink, it will take decades to afford it. If you can pass the imperial examination, let alone become an official Being an official means earning a lot of money, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the driver seemed to sense something was wrong, and quickly explained: "Of course, I didn't buy and sell contraband on purpose, I was just hearing it."

Gong Qinghong smiled slightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, chatting, you don't need to be so formal. What do you call it in your dialect...Placing a Longmen Formation?"

"That's right, that's right, it's just playing around with the Longmen Formation."

Seeing that Gong Qinghong was so easy-going, the driver relaxed completely and said with a smile: "But the villain is still quite satisfied with his current life. At least he has food and drink. He is much better than those untouchables who have no company to take him in!"

"As for the criminals in the criminal area, let alone the criminals. In my opinion, the imperial court should not allow them to enter the mainland of the empire. It would be fine to confine them and let them fend for themselves."

Gong Qinghong quietly waited for the other party to finish speaking, and then asked softly: "Master, do you also think that the imperial court should not allow criminals to enter?"

"Of course. To tell you the truth, sir, in the eyes of villains, smart people are smart people, outsiders are outsiders, and if they are not of my race, their hearts must be different."

The driver snorted coldly, "The law and order in Chengdu County is so bad now, there is a big reason why those criminal gangs are doing trouble. I don't know what the government thinks, but they just let them do it and let them make trouble."

"You may have also heard that some time ago, there were several bloody conflicts in the chicken and goose area. Brother Pao first eradicated the Knife Sacrifice Society, then merged with the Annan Gang, and finally fought with the Tianfu Guards. How arrogant you say it is."

Gong Qinghong pretended to be surprised and said: "How dare you fight with the government, this pao brother is quite courageous."

Seeing that the guest was interested, the driver immediately shook his spirits, searched his guts, and gathered all the gossip he knew.

"That's not bad. Although they are all untouchables, Brother Pao is also a gang of Ming people, and its strength must be much stronger than those of foreign gangs. Especially their leading helmsman, that is called a tough name. Call the situation..the situation..”

"Kuang Qingyun."

"Yes, it's called Kuang Qingyun."

The driver sighed, "I don't know what that young man is thinking. He has become a soldier. He doesn't know how to find a good job and leave his humble hometown. He is still willing to degenerate and fight with others."

The driver said in a tone of hatred that steel cannot be broken: "In the end, the government took action. Not only did he lose his life, but even the heart of the machine was dismantled and sold, leaving no bones left. This is not the worst part. , you said that he was made of steel and could not even burn his ashes. His relatives and friends couldn't find a place to worship him, what a sin."

Gong Qinghong looked surprised, "But why did I hear that Kuang Qingyun died to protect his brothers? He was a loyal man."

"Is loyalty more important than fate? Living a safe life is the most important thing!"

The driver patted his chest and said proudly: "Like when my son was just born, I spent a lot of money to find a doctor from the 'Fudu Group' to install a chip in his head, just to suppress these loyalty and grievances. Make space, then filial piety can work better."

"The doctor assured me that after the chip is installed, let alone messing around with others, even puppy love will not appear."

The driver had a big smile on his face and seemed very proud of his decision.

"As expected of a person who has read the book, what he reads is transparent."

Gong Qinghong's tone of praise suddenly changed the subject, "But living like this, won't life be too boring?"

"They're all Qinggouzi dolls in open crotch pants. They don't know what's boring. It's the first thing to live in a down-to-earth way."

The driver raised his hand and brushed away a strand of long hair that was hanging in front of his eyes, and smiled.

"Don't laugh at me for being short-sighted. In fact, when I was studying at the Confucius Temple, I would burst into tears for the feats of the gentlemen in the history books. I would beat my chest and vow to do something great. But after I graduated, I entered Only then will society know what it means to be 'what you learn on paper will eventually become shallow, and only the secular world will teach you the true truth'."

"Since birth, genes have determined that we people have no great prospects. Working with peace of mind is the only way out. Thinking too much will only cause trouble for the upper body."

He leaned forward slightly, pressed on the steering wheel, raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark sky outside the car, "Death, life, wealth and honor are all determined by heaven."

It's the Confucian theory of 'being born to be destined' again
Gong Qinghong was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Master, don't you think about changing your fate?"

squeak
The vehicle was like a fish thrown ashore, swaying its tail on the mountain path.

The driver quickly grasped the steering wheel and regained control of the car.

When the vehicle stabilized, instead of wiping the sweat off his forehead, he reached out and fiddled with the center console for a while.

"Sir, you can't talk nonsense, everything we say will be recorded."

Gong Qinghong's eyes were scorching, and his eyes were frighteningly bright, "People are not destined to be born, is there something that princes and generals would like?"

Suddenly, the driver felt that the other party's words seemed to take root in his heart, and an inexplicable feeling trembled in his soul.

What nonsense. Are you fucking 'Huangliang disease'? !
He tightened the corners of his mouth, not daring to say another word, staring fixedly at the road ahead.

Fortunately, in the dim rain ahead at this time, the phantom of the building has already appeared faintly, and immediately stopped the car regardless of the short distance from Qingcheng Mountain.

The driver put on a straight face and said in a blunt tone: "Mount Qingcheng is here, Cheng Hui Bao notes two hundred and three."

Gong Qinghong was not angry because of the change in the driver's attitude, and didn't say anything more.

Now that the seeds have been planted, just wait for them to germinate.

After paying the fare in full, he opened the door and walked into the rain, just like that.

The driver looked at the man who was drenched by the heavy rain without even holding an umbrella, and he became more determined that the man was a delirious patient with 'Huangliang disease'.

"Pooh!"

The driver spit and spat on his thumbs, counting and verifying the fares received one by one.

I deleted the recording just now, and I will definitely be fined when I go back. If I receive fake money again, it would be a terrible loss.

Suddenly, he stopped counting the money, frowned and pulled out an iron card from the banknote.

Is this a famous assassin?

The driver turned on the light above his head, and read out the content on the name badge with the meager light, "Honghu, Gong Qinghong."

(End of this chapter)