I Can Really Fire a Map Cannon

　　 At the door of an office on the third floor of the main building, Zhou Ping looked at the note on the door silently.

　　【If you have anything, please call: XXXXX】

　　 How come here is the same as on the earth, it also needs to be connected. Unfortunately, Zhou Ping has a cell phone in this world, but he can't make calls, so he can only wait dry.

　　 After waiting for more than an hour, a fat man came over and opened the door.

　　 "Apply for handyman?"

　　 Seeing Zhou Ping at the door of the office, the fat man asked while opening the door.

　　 "Yes!" Zhou Ping nodded immediately and approached the man.

"come in!"

　　 The fat man opened the door. A small office is similar to the offices of many units on the planet, but there is only one desk in it, and only fat men work here.

　　 "What did you commit to hide here?"

　　 The fat man sat at his desk carelessly, first looked up and down Zhou Ping, then asked with a smile.

　　Because of his fat, the man's face is round, and his eyes can't be seen with this smile.

　　 "I did nothing wrong..."

As soon as Zhou Ping spoke, the man waved his hand and interrupted him: "You don’t need to explain, people like you have come here. I think they have committed a lot of things before thinking about hiding. I first declare that we can accept you when you come. , But if you commit too serious a crime, and if someone asks you by name, we won’t be able to keep you!"

"I see!"

　　 Zhou Ping really understood. It seems that many people who have committed crimes in this world want to hide in the underground boxing arena.

　　 The fat man in front of him misunderstands that he is also a criminal, so it is better and easier to hide his identity as a transgressor.

　　 "Just understand, no matter what you did before, but here, you have to abide by the rules here, do you know all the work that the handyman has to do?"

　　 "I know, I will completely obey the arrangement!"

　　 The small advertisement outside does say that the work that the handyman must do, in addition to the regular cleaning, but also to serve the real fighters and even other workers.

　　 It can be said that all chores are done by chores.

　　Handyman is the lowest-ranking person in the underground boxing arena.

"It's very good for you to have this awareness. Let me first say yes. I have an identity certificate and I have a monthly salary of 3,000. Without an identity certificate, only 1,500 will be paid. You will be expelled if you don't do well, and you won't have any salary! "

　　 The fat man continued, Zhou Ping was slightly happy, as expected, there is no proof of identity here.

　　 As for the salary, Zhou Ping didn't think so much about it. It is the key to let him settle here safely.

　　 "I understand, I don't have an identity certificate!"

　　 Zhou Ping answered honestly. Fortunately, he bought 20 small gold bars before crossing, otherwise his salary would not even be guaranteed for his basic life.

　　 "If you don't have one, it's one thousand five, go to the deputy third building room 107 to find Master Ma, he will arrange you to do things!"

　　 The fat man seemed very satisfied with Zhou Ping's attitude, did not ask carefully, threw him a work card with a lanyard, and waved to Zhou Ping to leave.

　　 Are you applying now?

　　 Zhou Ping walked out of the office in a daze, without even registering, this underground boxing arena is too casual, right?

　　 But after thinking about it carefully, he understood what was going on.

　　 He didn't even have an identity certificate. What else did he register? Even if he did, it was likely to be false information, so there is no need to do so.

　　 The movie comes from life, this sentence is not false at all, the underground boxing ring really doesn't care about his identity, so he is left behind.

　　 The third deputy building is an auxiliary building next to it.

　　 Before Zhou Ping went to the deputy third building, he bought two packs of cigarettes in a small supermarket nearby and then walked towards the deputy third building.

　　 The thirty or so people who were waiting for the fighters outside the main building have all disappeared, and it is estimated that they have all been taken away for assessment.

　　 The third building is easy to find. Room 107 is a dormitory. When Zhou Ping arrived, the door was open.

　　 The room is not big, only about ten square meters in size. There is also a high and low bed inside. There is a recliner beside the bed. A man who looks like his 50s is lying on the chair with his eyes closed.

　　 "Master Ma, hello, I am a new handyman, please take care of me in the future!"

　　 Zhou Ping stepped forward and put the two packs of cigarettes he had just bought on the small table next to the reclining chair.

　　 The food in this world is not expensive. A small noodle set meal and drinks are only 20 yuan.

　　 Watching movies is also a normal price, but cigarettes are really expensive. These two packs of cigarettes are just medium-sized cigarettes, which cost Zhou Ping 400 yuan.

　　 Two hundred yuan per pack is definitely much more expensive than cigarettes on the earth.

　　 But one year after graduation, Zhou Ping, who has been taught many times by the society, understands that if he wants to settle down in the underground boxing arena and do this handyman, some money must be spent.

　　 This Master Ma is the person who will arrange his specific work next. A good relationship is extremely beneficial to Zhou Ping's hiding in the future.

　　 Even though it was painful when buying cigarettes, Zhou Ping bought these two packs of cigarettes and gave them to Master Ma.

　　 "New here? Not bad, with good eyesight!"

　　 The man on the reclining chair opened his eyes, got up and picked up the cigarette that Zhou Ping had laid down.

　　 Zhou Ping then noticed that he only had one arm, and the other arm was empty.

　　 There are mechanical arms in this world, but the price is not low. It seems that men are not rich people and have no money to install mechanical prostheses.

　　 "It's a pity that someone like you is innocent to do handyman!"

　　Master Ma took out the cigarette with one hand and drew one into his mouth. Zhou Ping immediately stepped forward and helped him light the cigarette.

　　 "A job card without a name? I see. Come with me!"

　　 When Zhou Ping was on fire, Master Ma saw the work card hanging on Zhou Ping's neck, a very ordinary white work card, he got up with a smile, and walked directly outside.

　　While he was walking, Zhou Ping was stunned again. Master Ma limped when he walked. Not only did he lose an arm, he was also a crippled man.

　　 "Have you seen a dead person?"

　　 When he came to a gate not far away, Master Ma suddenly stopped.

　　 "I have seen it!"

　　 Zhou Ping answered honestly, he had indeed seen it, not before the crossing, but after the crossing.

　　 Just came across last night, the tattooed man who wanted to escape was killed in front of him.

　　 "I've seen it before!"

　　Master Ma opened the door with one hand, and it was empty inside. There were only ten small beds, two of which were covered with white cloth, and the others were empty.

　　Master Ma pointed to the small bed covered with white cloth and instructed Zhou Ping: "Move the two corpses to the cremation room!"

　　 Zhou Ping's mouth suddenly became dry.

　　 He didn't expect that the first thing he did when he became a handyman in the underground boxing ring was to move the corpse.

　　 It was true that he had seen a dead person, but he didn't look closely at all, and he didn't dare to look at it. Now there are two really cold corpses in front of him, and he has to carry them directly.

　　 "There are carts over there, one by one!"

　　 Master Ma didn't give Zhou Ping a choice at all, and pointed to a small cart by the wall.

　　 Unable to refuse, Zhou Ping endured the fear in his heart and pushed the cart by the wall. When he was about to touch the corpse, his body was covered with goose bumps.

　　Master Ma just looked at him with a smile, and did not speak.