Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

Zheng Ziyang's eyes were not closed until he died. Apart from annoyance and remorse, there was also a deep sense of panic in his eyes.

At the last moment of his life, he really regretted that he had indeed provoked a lunatic!

In the shortest time, with the most humble tone, he made the greatest concession and promise.

However, it was useless. After the lunatic muttered to himself, he executed him by way of execution.

After Qu Jianlei killed and mutilated the corpse, his mood became much better - he had been holding back this depression for twenty years.

Although there was only one audience, the emotional stagnation was vented out, which could improve his mental state a lot.

In addition, he also gained materially - Zheng Ziyang carried the Nawu Talisman of the Quantum Group on his body.

Head Zheng came back on a rotation basis, and during the process of debriefing, he brought back some gains by the way.

Most of these harvests are Zarif's special products, and it is hard to see that there are no energy blocks in Qu Jianlei's eyes.

But what surprised him was that there were actually a large amount of energy block silver notes in the Nawu Talisman, nearly three million.

Zarif has recovered, prices will return to normal soon, and bank notes can be effectively circulated. What do you do with them?

Then Qu Jianlei figured it out: This is probably not the public property of Quantum Group, but Zheng Ziyang's private property!

After the star robbers captured Zarif, the banknotes once depreciated to 30% or even 20% of the original price.

And Zheng Ziyang held the right to distribute the data of the quantum group, and it couldn't be easier to gain some benefits from it.

Maybe among these banknotes, there is also inventory from the Fat Fox Group.

In any case, this income made Qu Jianlei feel extremely comfortable.

After integrating into the current society, with a lot of financial support, you can continue to practice steadily.

After destroying Zheng Ziyang and his rented off-road vehicle, Qu Jianlei drove on.

This time, he can get on the highway and go straight to his destination.

Hope Star is really not small, it is bigger than Blue Star.

Even though Qu Jianlei seldom rested on the road, it took nearly 20 days to reach the destination, and there were two car repairs on the way.

This is a city called Qingyu, which is listed as the two major airports of Hope Star along with Bailan City.

However, Bailan City puts more emphasis on entering Hong Kong, and pays more attention to work such as entry inspection and quarantine.

But Qingyu is more focused on leaving the port, and is more concerned about the identity check of the people leaving the port.

If there is demand, there is a transaction. A certain identification provided by Linghu was made by the counterfeit dealers here.

Qu Jianlei spent more than 800 to buy the car, which is already a bit dilapidated, after all, it has been driven intensively for 20 days.

Before he entered the city, he sold the car to a repair shop for eighty silver dollars.

The value has shrunk so much, it is actually possible to negotiate a price, but Qu Jianlei is not good at this, nor is he very interested.

Then he walked into Qingyu City, and as expected, identity checks were more common here.

However, there is still not much monitoring, Qu Jianlei said that there is no pressure.

As for the inspectors who randomly check their identities on the street, to him, there is no difference.

Unknowingly, night fell, Qu Jianlei found a restaurant first, and ate and drank a lot.

After drinking and eating, he wandered all the way to the "Ye Taimei" bar.

This bar is not too small, it can be seen from the door, not only the first floor, but also the second and third floors.

But there was a ticket seller at the door, and the ticket price was 50 silver dollars, which was more than half of the car that Qu Jianlei sold.

What is particularly interesting is that there is a sign at the door, which clearly states: Men buy tickets for admission, women are free.

Qu Jianlei didn't have any objection to this, this bar looked serious.

If it was the kind of bar that "women are not welcome", he would really feel uncomfortable.

The point is, this kind of bar that you can get into with money doesn't put any pressure on him.

After buying a ticket and entering the arena, he found that the space inside was really not small, with an area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters alone.

After scanning around, Qu Jianlei leisurely walked up to the second floor and sat down in a dark corner.

Soon a waiter came over, took away his ticket stubs, and served drinks - such an expensive ticket is actually considered cheap.

All in all, there is not much difference from Blue Star. Although he seldom goes to bars in Blue Star, he still knows about it.

The show at the bar has already started, a bald woman is singing, it feels like the atmosphere of a slow rock bar.

Qu Jianlei drank for a while, Xiaoxiao almost finished his drink, then called the waiter over, and ordered some more wine and dried fruit.

He didn't know much about wine, so he chose a medium-grade one. After serving it, he drank a couple of sips, and felt that the taste was a bit... hard to describe.

Anyway, he was trying to keep a low profile, and although there were many well-dressed women here, no one took the initiative to come over.

On the contrary, some men took the initiative to lean over, licked their faces and said something, some were able to sit down, and some could only leave in embarrassment.

To put it bluntly, this is a place for two-way choices. Most of the time, men still have to take the initiative.

From a biological point of view, this is in line with the mainstream courtship style of patrilineal society.

Some men who are worth a lot of money at first glance will have women take the initiative to come up to them, which is still normal.

The mid-range wine that Qu Jianlei chose made him look very inconspicuous among the drinkers, and it was normal that no one came to him.

After sitting for about an hour, his eyes narrowed: The person he was waiting for finally appeared.

It was a short, fat little old man with an ordinary appearance, but with a huge rosacea nose, he was highly recognizable in the crowd.

Holding the cheap wine that the bar gave away for free, the old man licked his face and greeted one beautiful woman after another.

Some beauties ignored him at all, and some beauties laughed and scolded him, looking very familiar.

The little old man almost harassed all the beauties on the first floor before he chose a place to sit down and drink silently by himself.

After about half an hour, many beauties came again, and the little old man started the second wave of chatting up.

This time he was out of luck and actually harassed a beautiful woman who had a boyfriend.

The man went to the bathroom, and when he came back and saw his girlfriend being accosted, he was so annoyed that he wanted to hit her.

Finally, the sharp-eyed waiter at the bar stopped the man, and after explaining a few words in a low voice, the man sat down resentfully.

When the little old man encountered this kind of thing, he was a little ashamed to strike up a conversation again, so he chose another place to sit down.

Qu Jianlei waited for another ten minutes, picked up his wine glass and walked down from the second floor.

He came to the old man and sat down naturally, "Ivan, long time no see."

The music in the bar was a bit loud, but the old man could still hear it.

He turned his head sideways, opened his sleepy drunken eyes, looked at the other person's eyes up and down, and answered with a big tongue, "I don't know you."

"How could it be?" Qu Jianlei smiled and shook his head, "I've seen you pee and mud when you were young."

This code word... is really bad! He secretly complained in his heart that it didn't match the age of both parties at all.

The old man rolled his eyes at him, turned his head and continued to drink, and after taking two sips, he spoke slowly, "What year is it?"

Qu Jianlei played with the wine glass, and replied casually, "It should be autumn, it's evening, but the weather is still very hot."

"You're late," the old man said bluntly, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, "Additional money is required!"

Qu Jianlei took out a silver dollar and slowly clenched his fists, but he didn't see much force in his hands.

When he opened his palm again, the silver dollar had turned into a syndicate.

He said casually, "I allow you to reorganize the language."

This move is not difficult, even reformed fighters can do it, but if you want to do it lightly, it is still relatively difficult.

The little old man didn't care, but he had already realized that the other party didn't plan to pay more.

He hiccupped, "Uh, well, buy me a drink, just your wine."

"No," Qu Jianlei replied very simply, "The money has already been given to you, and I want the goods now!"

Linghu didn't explain the following words, it was purely his own attitude - money and goods are good, what else do you want?

"Stingy ghosts," the old man muttered and snorted again, "Not only are you late, you should be a woman."

"I haven't heard of it," Qu Jianlei replied without thinking. Linghu really didn't explain this.

So he simply said, "I won't let you earn an extra dime...you can try it without delivery!"

The old man fell silent when he heard the words, and after a while, he took another sip from his wine glass, "Why are people nowadays so poor?"

Seeing that Qu Jianlei still didn't respond, he sighed softly, took out a hand card and put it on the table, "Get it yourself!"

This hand is the sign in the cloakroom of the bar. There are boxes for placing items in it. Different boxes need to be opened with the corresponding hand.

Qu Jianlei put away the cards in his hand, took out a silver dollar and slapped it on the table, "Have a drink that costs money."

The wine in the old man's hand is really free, and one silver dollar can buy a glass of the second cheapest wine here.

The consumption here is really not low, and Qu Jianlei's performance can be regarded as the most basic etiquette.

A silver dollar is really not an insult, but it is true that he did not take the other party seriously.

Watching him turn and leave, the old man's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his drunken eyes returned in an instant.

He patted the table and shouted with his tongue out, "Waiter! Have a glass of wine!"

There was a hint of displeasure in the waiter's eyes, but he didn't have the courage to say anything.

He knew that this little old man, Ivan, had a good relationship with the boss, he could enter the arena for free at any time, and free drinks were enough.

As for the reason... No one dares to ask, the owner of such a big bar must not be a good person.

At the same time, Qu Jianlei came to the cloakroom, and found the corresponding cloakbox according to the number on the hand card.

The opening of the box with the hand card is inductive, no need to touch, someone is picking up the object next to it, shake it in the air, and the box will open.

Qu Jianlei not only observed this point, he also discovered a secret: There is actually a miniature camera here!

There is actually a camera in the cloakroom. Sure enough, this is human nature.