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Chapter 103 Security Advisor
The night is dark and the moonlight is deserted.

The decadent man with unshaven beard suddenly woke up from his dream. He subconsciously tightened the dagger he carried with him and stood up. The depths of his round tiger eyes were full of cold and fierce light.

"It's a dream..."

The man's tense body relaxed again. He was silent for a moment, put away the dagger, and no longer felt any sleepiness.

The fragments of chaotic dreams echoed in his mind.

Kowloon Walled... stowaways... the Zhu family... theater troupe... black abyss... greed... betrayal...

The Grand Inquisitor, who was in charge of day and night, clenched his fists and indifferently crushed the mass graves in his hands into fine blood mud.

He saw the teacher's relieved smile before he died, he saw Zuo Canguang's crazy and twisted face, he saw blood feud like fire, igniting the black abyss, and the red curtain slowly fell, covering the children's gray faces.

Memories of the past gradually fade away.

Sparks lit up, igniting cheap and easy-to-smok cigarettes.

Chen Guyue was holding a cigarette in his mouth. He pushed aside the pile of peach-covered books on the desk and gently opened the wooden box underneath the pile of books.

Inside the wooden box is just an old-fashioned pistol with an ordinary appearance.

That was the only token left to him by the teacher.

Even though the parts inside the gun have long been outdated and aged, Chen Guyue has always been cherishing the memories of the past. He is afraid that he will be addicted to the beautiful present situation and forget the blood and sins engraved in the past.

He held the handle of the gun and gradually calmed down.

There is no tomorrow for the stowaways who are living an ignoble existence.Chen Guyue does not regret the choice he made.

Sadly, no matter how he moves forward, fate will still drag him into the quagmire of the past again and again.

"The Zhu family...the naturally noble Zhu family..."

Chen Guyue wiped the outer shell of the gun barrel, and his eyes gradually turned cold: "I really have a fate with you..."

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Time soon came to the early morning of the next day.

As a poor bookstore owner, poverty still limits Bai Yue's imagination.

He was currently standing on the giant viewing platform specially built by the Bureau of Strategy. Bai Yue stared at the huge thing looming in the sky, lost in thought.

"This Zhu family's Zhongshan post boat..."

Bai Yue touched his chin and muttered to himself: "Why does it seem to have nothing to do with 'zhou'?"

The sunlight fell down and was cut off in mid-air by the deep creation created by the Zhu family.

The huge black train shuttled through the depths of the clouds like a dragon, and endless circles of carriages hovered over the city. The city was bathed in the shadow created by the Zhu family.

Bai Yue finally agreed to Ning Caiying's request and came to Shangcheng District of Beihe City with her.

The small bookstore is managed by Xiaoyao, who is skilled in business. With the company of Masako and Baishu, the young employees will naturally not feel lonely and bored.

As for Dongguo Gao Tianyuan, Bai Yue completely entrusted him to the black market businessman Wen Zaiyan.

Winning the shogunate, harvesting profits, managing companies, and reorganizing the royal family. Although Lao Wen is quite capable in these aspects, it still takes a certain amount of time to deal with trivial matters, and there is no way to accomplish it overnight.

Bai Yue felt at ease because of this, and Di Jiang's invitation was just right for him.

As a newcomer who has just traveled through time, the vast depths are quite attractive to Bai Yue.

What's interesting is that the Zhu family's post boat never docks in the current situation. The train in front of everyone is just a reflection projected from the depths.Artists still need to swallow the corresponding 'inspiration' before they can accurately step into the deep train created by Zhujia.

Everyone had to wait patiently for a while before the train's guide arrived.

During this period, Bai Yue had been observing the passengers around him.

There were three types of people boarding the train this time.

The first type is the official staff of the Bureau of Statistics such as Ning Caiying. There are only a few of them. As Di Jiang's eyes and ears, they are mainly responsible for collecting all kinds of information that happens deep inside.

The second type, the Shanhai Squadron headed by Chen Guyue, is also small in number and is mainly responsible for protecting the safety of local employees.

The third type is the artists who have received the invitation letter from the Zhujia Train. They are the main passengers transported by the Zhujia Train this time. They come from upper-class families from all over the country, and their composition is quite complex.

Bai Yue, holding the ticket, successfully blended into the group of artists.

Bai Yue also roughly understood the rules of this art exhibition from Ning Caiying.

In order to celebrate the birthday of Zhu Jiuyin, the Zhu family has spent a lot of money this time. The Zhongshan Station Boat will go from shallow to deep, passing through hundreds of deep interfaces in order for the artists on the train to create rich and diverse wonderful works.

Every time a period of time passes, the Zhujia judges will screen the artists' works, and the top ones will be promoted smoothly, thereby leading to better carriages and enjoying higher-level treatment and inspiration.

Those at the bottom of the ranking will naturally be eliminated, and losers will have their tickets taken back, thus returning to the present situation with their works in disgrace.

In the end, the Zhu Family Association selected the five best artists to receive the highest honor personally issued by Grand Inquisitor Zhu Long.

Bai Yue glanced around and found that the passengers waiting for the bus had formed small circles one after another in a short period of time.

And based on life experience and artistic achievements, a faint chain of contempt has been formed between circles...

A rookie player like Bai Yue, who is simply dressed and has no reputation, is undoubtedly at the bottom of the contempt chain...

Fortunately, as a special passenger assigned by Di Jiang, Bai Yue only needed to protect Shanhaiwei and the staff of the Bureau of Strategy.

In other words, once he goes deep, the life and death of these artists has nothing to do with him.

Just as Bai Yue was thinking, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Bai Yue turned around and saw Chen Guyue's unshaven face.

"Business Owner Bai." Chen Guyue lowered her voice: "Master Dijiang has ordered that our team will secretly work under you this time."

Bai Yue nodded slightly, and had to say that Di Jiang's method really made people worry-free.

During the time they spent together in Dongguo, Bai Yue also had a certain friendship with Chen Sang.

"In addition, Lord Dijiang has already made it clear to me."

Then, Chen Guyue grinned: "Are you here to be a security guard this time?"

"What security..." Bai Yue twitched the corner of his mouth and clarified: "I am the security consultant specially arranged by Dijiang!"

"I understand! I understand! Isn't that the security chief!"

Chen Guyue said excitedly: "But security also has the benefits of security. As the hidden boss, you can pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger in front of this group of people, and then slap them in the face!"

Bai Yue: ...

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