Overturned Tower

After Russell entered the door, the first thing to do was to turn off the dazzling neon lights like a nightclub.

Then there is the cut song.

He didn't order a song, but cut several default playlists one after another, staying on a recitative music with some vaporwave style.

Even if you don't sing with a microphone, just listening to the melodious and soothing soundtrack is not bad.

"It gives people a very elegant and light feeling."

Paradise Bird whispered.

But she soon realized that her voice was drowned out by the music, so she amplified her voice slightly: "Feeling... psychedelic?"

"That's right."

Russell smiled.

This is not steamwave music in the strict sense, or the world does not have that concept. But this kind of dynamic electronic synthesis music emphasizes adding a sense of stutter and distortion to the melodious and smooth rhythm. This kind of soothing music that can give people a sense of psychedelia has become more popular in Happy Island in recent years. Over there in the pendulum district, even on the street, this music is played.

But for Russell, this similar music style has become a retro nostalgia—a nostalgia for another world that only exists in his memory and can never go back.

Russell sat on the sofa and let the Bird of Paradise sit next to him. Too far away and communicating under the shadow of the music can become tiring.

For the first time, Paradise Bird sat so close to Russell, almost sticking together.

She put her legs together, her hands nervously pressed down the white short skirt, and smoothed out the wrinkles of the skirt without any trace.

She complained softly: "Why does this kind of store exist..."

"This is actually the main business."

Russell couldn't help laughing out loud: "Barbecues don't make that much money. Those barbecue places in the hall outside are only used to recoup costs and maintain popularity."

"Huh? Is that so?"

"Of course. Even if it's processed food, it won't be too high... After all, it's all synthetic meat. It can be produced with a single button."

"The Almighty King of the Female President"

Whether it is fried chicken or barbecue, the raw materials can only be synthetic.

Poultry meat is okay, there are still quite a few centralized farms in the lower city. There are also some pork, but the price will be much higher.

And the real beef and mutton can only be imported from Taoyuan Island...Only in the restaurants affiliated to Taoyuan Commercial Bank can there be "real food"; the seafood market affiliated to Hudson will also sell some uncontaminated meat Seafood, but the prices are quite expensive.

—Of course, the food synthesis technology of this era is very developed.

In terms of taste and taste, the degree of simulation is very high, and even many unnecessary parts have been eliminated.

To put it simply, the fish that everyone eats usually has no spines. Although "steak meat" is called steak, it has no bones.

The kind with bones is either a higher-end imitation meat, or the price will be more expensive.

Of course, it is also synthetic meat, will the addition of that bone affect the taste?

The answer is no.

But it can be made more expensive.

"Under such circumstances, the price of food cannot be high. Because the purchase price is too low...maybe better seasoning, the price will be higher than that of meat.

"However, the price of wine will be higher. Because the winemaking process is different, the lower city will only provide syrup, puree or fruit, but the wine is brewed in the factory in the upper city.

"This also means that the profit of wine is very high. The model is just to mobilize the atmosphere and sell more wine..."

When Russell said this, he couldn't help laughing: "You should also know that the 'bad wine' in the downtown area. It is made from syrup... After all, the raw materials are everywhere, and the principle is not complicated. You can learn it by trying it. But after all, it is just moonshine, and there is definitely a gap between the special taste of the upper city that is adjusted by adding many complex flavors.

"It's just the taste of wine itself, no matter how much it is used, it can only be called 'bad wine' in this era. People who don't drink just don't like to drink it.

"After all, these long-lived elves are very concerned about enjoyment. It is simply a luxury with a high price but is too common to use, which is meaningless to them-their worth does not need to be marked with that kind of thing, just long ears and elves That’s enough. Therefore, things that sell well at a high price must be really good things... When put on wine, even non-drinkers will find it very delicious after a sip. This is the market choice. the result of."

"You know a lot..."

Paradise Bird couldn't help asking: "Mr. Qunqing, do you often drink alcohol?"

"That's not true. I might as well say I'm going to throw up at the sight of the wine."

Russell shook his head helplessly: "But when I was in school, I really drank too much wine. I drank everything at any price, so I know a little more.

"To put it bluntly, the directors of some small companies probably don't drink as many types of wine as I do, and the price is high."

"...But drinking is bad for your health."

"I know, so I only drink Coke now."

But Coke doesn't seem to be very healthy...

Seeing Russell pouring Coke on his own, Paradise Bird hesitated to speak.

"By the way, Mr. Qunqing. The church..."

And Russell noticed her move, smiled and stretched out his hand in front of his mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry," Russell said softly, "We'll talk about it after they finish serving the food.

"Otherwise our conversation will be interrupted by the waiter all the time, and we won't be able to have a good chat, right?"

"Yes…"

"Then don't worry, come and chat casually. How is your situation in the church?"

"is acceptable."

The bird of paradise looked at Russell with its smart eyes, and whispered: "The angels are very good to me."

"Another meaning of 'okay' is not happy enough."

Russell also poured a glass of Coke for Paradise Bird, and said softly, "Otherwise, you should be chatting with me about your daily life with great interest."

"Yes…"

"Come on, drink some happy water. Everything will be fine."

Russell handed the Coke to Paradise Bird.

She took the Coke with both hands and carefully placed it on her lap.

The girl seemed a little hesitant, and asked uncertainly: "Is it really going to be all right?"

"fake."

Russell looked at her with a smile: "I lied to you."

"why is it like this…"

Paradise Bird obviously did not expect Russell's answer.

But Russell couldn't help laughing when he saw the little pigeon showing a bullied expression.

Under the somewhat dissatisfied gaze of Paradise Bird, his laughter stopped quickly, but the smile remained on his face.

"it does not matter."

His voice became gentle and deep: "Although the world will not become better for no reason. But I will help you solve the troubles you encounter.

"You can always trust me. You can think of me as your... kin."

—For a moment, Paradise Bird seemed to see the shadow of his father from Russell.

She kept looking at Russell beside her, with extremely strong love and nostalgia in her eyes. He didn't even notice when the iced cola in his hand was warmed up.

"Okay, the waiter probably won't come in again."

Suddenly, Russell spoke.

Only then did Paradise Bird wake up, realizing that he had been staring at Russell's side face for an indefinitely long time.

Before I knew it, all the dishes were served.

Russell turned up the music a little bit, approached Paradise Bird and asked, "What's the matter?

"Both Wuming and Bugle are good people, what should I say without them?"

"There are two things... but maybe it's also one~www.readwn.com~ Paradise Bird grabbed Russell's arm very nervously, leaned close to Russell's ear, and whispered in a low voice: "When I went to the church headquarters, pay attention There is one thing.

"—many angels are gone!

"It is said that they only thawed more than fifty angels. But when I visited the angels, I noticed one thing.

"Although the cabin I saw was full of more than two hundred angels. But when I came out, someone was entering the cabin opposite, and the door hadn't been closed yet.

"I glanced at it and saw that in that cabin, there were only seven or eight scattered cabins with something in them...the others were all empty.

"Those two compartments are the frozen compartments belonging to the lower angels. The number of angels should be the largest, and it is impossible to have so many empty... Although the church has thawed more than fifty angels, there should be only seven healers.

"That is to say, the number of angels I saw is already less than a hundred. I didn't look at the other cabins, but I think they may have been secretly thawed by the church and used to deal with you...

"—Mr. Barber!"

"...I thought, maybe not so."

Russell just shook his head slightly, thoughtfully.