The first dragon of all time

Long Qingchen took the Mocha handed over by Xiao Du and took a sip. He felt a little emotional. He remembered that there seemed to be a brand of coffee like Mocha more than 800 years ago. More than 800 years later, this brand has not closed down. It’s really It has been around for a long time and can be called a thousand-year-old brand.

"What job do you do now?"

Half lying on the sofa, drinking coffee and chatting, it felt good. Maybe it was because he was back in his hometown, and he felt very peaceful.

Zhang Xiaoya laughed.

"You also know that in this era, most of the work is done by robots, and there is no need for too many people to work. Therefore, most people receive the minimum living allowance from the government every month. You can live a good life.”

"I thawed out and woke up the year before last, and it was the same. I received the minimum living allowance from the government every month. Later, a university found me and hired me as an associate professor in the history department, and asked me to teach history courses, so I went chant."

"The university diploma we had at that time was pretty good, but in this era, it's just like primary school. The primary school students in this era know more than we do. I can't do other jobs but teach history. After all, , I can be considered an ancient person from more than 800 years ago, hehe."

Long Qingchen listened quietly. He just asked casually, but Zhang Xiaoya answered in such detail, telling him all his experiences in the past two years... Obviously, Zhang Xiaoya has always regarded him as a good friend.

Zhang Xiaoya asked, "What about you?"

"I......"

Long Qingchen had a headache.

His identity cannot be revealed to Blue Star, and he can only tell lies. However, if he tells a lie, he needs more lies to make it right...

As he said before, he lives in the 8**9 community in Yannan City. Who knows it is a community where rich people live.

Zhang Xiaoya asked him what kind of job he was doing now. How did he know what kind of jobs there were today?

"What's wrong? Isn't it convenient for you to tell me?"

Zhang Xiaoya's beautiful eyes rolled at him, "Mysterious."

Buzz! ...

Long Qingchen calmly released his induction and searched Jiangnan City to see what jobs are available in this era...

After searching, he smiled and said, "There is nothing I can't say. Before, I did a little business and made a little money. I paid a down payment and bought a house in the 8**9 community. I need to pay back 200 yuan a month. The monthly payment of tens of thousands was too much pressure, so I expanded my business a little and opened a small processing factory, which could barely make a living."

By saying this, you can round up the lies you told before. Lying is also a technical job...

Zhang Xiaoya sat down next to him, put her arms around his shoulders, and looked at him with admiration, "Okay, you are doing well. You are your own boss. What does this processing plant do for you?"

Long Qingchen glanced at Zhang Xiaoya's hand on his shoulder. He suspected that Zhang Xiaoya was deliberately taking advantage of him. He shook his shoulder and knocked Zhang Xiaoya's hand off. He pointed at Xiaodu and said with a smile, "It's about making robot shells." of."

Xiaodu shuddered and looked at him with a little fear. It felt like this person could see through her internal structure. This feeling was very bad. She quietly left the living room.

Zhang Xiaoya looked at his shoulder with a resentful look, and then at her own hand. What did he mean? Can she still chat happily without putting a hand on his shoulder?

Zhang Xiaoya stubbornly stretched out her hand and put it on his shoulder again.

Long Qingchen had no choice but to let her go. She had been like this since she was a child and liked to touch him.

"You also know that my personality is not suitable for being a teacher. Those students are always asking questions and are annoying to death."

"One student asked me if having children in our time was all about luck. Before giving birth, we didn't check whether the genes of both partners were compatible, or screen the sperm and eggs. I teach history, not biology. of."

"Another student asked me, in our day, if people got married in their twenties and thirties. Is it appropriate to get married so early when the body has not yet grown up in their twenties and thirties? Such an idiotic question, I am almost pissed off."

"There are many, many weird questions."

Maybe it was because of the reunion after a long separation, or maybe it was because Zhang Xiaoya talked a lot since childhood. Zhang Xiaoya talked endlessly and talked a lot.

Most of the time, Long Qingchen listened, occasionally nodding and responding.

Feeling thirsty, Zhang Xiaoya drank some water and looked at Long Qingchen, "I want to change my job. Old friends and classmates, please take care of me. I'll go to your processing factory and be your secretary. How about that?" "

puff!

The coffee in Long Qingchen's mouth almost spurted out, "I'm just a small processing factory, I don't need a secretary..."

Zhang Xiaoya's eyes turned resentful again, "You need to pay back more than two million yuan in mortgage every month. In other words, your processing factory earns at least more than two million yuan every month. How can it be so small? All the friends you have made for so many years are... Don’t you want to take care of me? If you don’t want to, forget it.”

Long Qingchen was depressed, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't have a shitty processing factory.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoya's resentful eyes, he couldn't bear it and subconsciously said, "I don't need a secretary. How about you take care of the finances?"

"OK!"

Zhang Xiaoya was so happy that she opened her arms and rushed towards him, wanting to give him a hug.

It seemed that he wanted to take advantage of him again, so he quickly pushed away.

He finally returned to Blue Star and found the only person he knew. It was easy to take care of him. He could just get some money and buy a small processing factory for Zhang Xiaoya.

"Isn't it boring to chat with me?"

Zhang Xiaoya noticed that Long Qingchen spoke less, so she pointed to the opposite wall and said, "Let's watch TV."

The wall suddenly lit up, and a screen appeared, playing a program.

Long Qingchen discovered when he was searching Jiangnan City just now that in today's era, as long as there is a wall, you can connect to the Internet, which is very convenient.

On the screen, a female robot in formal clothes was broadcasting the news with a nice voice.

"At around 3:20 a.m. last night, the suburbs of Wujiang City suffered a huge lightning strike. More than 2,000 people were killed, more than 7,000 were injured, and more than 10,000 trees were destroyed."

"In the past month, three similar lightning strikes have occurred in the suburbs of Wujiang City. Experts speculate that there may be some reason that caused electromagnetic field disorder and led to lightning strikes. The specific cause is still under investigation."

Then, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. The female robot clicks casually, and the lightning strike scene taken last night is displayed on the screen.

I saw dark clouds rolling across the night sky, forming a huge whirlpool, and huge thunder and lightning struck straight down from the whirlpool.

Long Qingchen's eyes were frozen. As a cultivator, he was very familiar with this kind of lightning strike scene.

Overcoming the tribulation!

His induction had scanned Blue Star twice before, but he didn't find a single cultivator. How could anyone survive the tribulation?

This made him confused, and at the same time, a little annoyed.

When cultivators overcome tribulations, they usually go to remote places or set up a defensive formation to prevent ordinary people from being harmed.

Going through a tribulation in a crowded place like this, causing casualties to ordinary people, is not allowed in the cultivation world.

Moreover, the most important thing is that this is Blue Star, his home planet and hometown. Of course, he does not want this to happen.