The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 133 I don’t know what to name it

"Destination: Juxia City, let's go!" March 7th cheered.

"Speaking of which, should we talk to the leader of the faction first?" Meng Huaifeng asked.

“No need. We can just wait for the crisis to come and then act. Or do you prefer the feeling of being followed everywhere you go, constantly restricted?” Walter asked.

"I don't like it." Meng Huaifeng quickly shook his head.

Xing used the flames of protection to burn off the black ash on his body, and San Yueqi also used the Six-Phase Ice to remove the ash marks from his face.

Angel Yan concealed her wings, changed into casual clothes, and continued to follow the train crew, showing that she was indeed very interested in the train crew.

There aren't many things in the universe that can pique the curiosity of angels, but the trains that came from outside the known universe are clearly one of them.

Yan didn't really enjoy talking to Walter; he was too serious and boring.

It's more fun to tease young people, except for Xing, who's too bold and really dares to do it for real.

With no one on the road, they sped up and, after more than half an hour, entered Juxia City.

Walking on the streets of Juxia City, looking at this city that was similar yet somewhat different, Walter's eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

“Ancient technological societies that haven’t ventured beyond their planet are rare to see. This is completely different from Belloberg’s style.” March 7 looked around curiously.

"Little sister, which one is this Belleburg you're talking about?" Yan asked. She had discovered that this straightforward little girl was the easiest to get information out of.

For some reason, the others didn't stop her from trying to get information out of her; it seemed there was nothing she couldn't know.

She's quite at ease with it.

If you are upright, you have nothing to fear.

“Beloberg, a planet we saved…” March 7 chattered away with Hiko.

Yan felt a little guilty because of her innocent and guileless manner.

Are you an angel or am I?

After feeling guilty, he continued to categorize and upload the information he had learned from March 7th to the sacred treasury.

However, he also deliberately revealed some information about the Angel Civilization during the conversation.

The train crew didn't really care about that. Anyway, Himeko had already gone to the Angelic Civilization, and they would be given most of the information so that the train crew could prepare themselves.

Xing ran up to a jianbing (Chinese crepe) stall and said, "Boss, I want to eat this."

"Seven yuan," the shopkeeper said.

Before March 7th could whisper a reminder that there was no money in this world, Xing took out seven Immortal Boat patrol tokens and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"What era is this currency from? I don't collect ancient coins, I won't take it, I'll pay with regular money." The shopkeeper waved his hand dismissively.

"This is money from the Immortal Ship, one coin is equivalent to several hundred credits," Xing said, pouting.

"What 'fairy boat'? Credits? What game's money is this? Don't give me this nonsense." The shopkeeper was getting impatient.

"Let's go first," March 7th said awkwardly, pulling Xing along.

Yan took out his phone, scanned the code, and paid the money.

"Thank you, I'll return it to you later," Meng Huaifeng said.

"No need, it's just seven yuan." Yan Po said, somewhat speechless. We're all not ordinary people, why bother with such a small thing?
Anyway, this money wasn't hers; she transferred it directly to Angel International.

Angel International was founded by followers of angels, and the money in Angel International is the money of angels. It's okay for her to use a little bit, right?
"Shouldn't we look for some commissions to earn some money in this world first? It's such a hassle not being able to use credits," March 7th complained.

In the Douluo World, Flander lost three thousand gold soul coins. In the Ling Cage World, he didn't need any money at all. In the Collapse Iron World, credit points were universal. This was the first time he had encountered a situation where he had no money to spend.

“No need for that trouble. I anticipated this and prepared gold bars in my space a long time ago. I’ll go to a gold shop or jewelry store to exchange them for some money later,” Meng Huaifeng said in a low voice.

"You're the most reliable one." March 7th happily patted Meng Huaifeng.

“Uncle Yang, Sister Ji, and Dan Heng should also be preparing,” Meng Huaifeng said.

March 7th looked at Walter, who smiled gently. He had indeed made preparations. If the three little ones hadn't prepared anything, he planned to wait until they had done a few days of hard labor to learn a lesson before bringing it out.

The senior staff are there as a safety net, not to solve all your problems.

Xing took a freshly made jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), took a big bite, and then handed it to March 7th.

Without any hesitation, March 7th took a bite and then handed the star to Meng Huaifeng.

Meng Huaifeng had just opened his mouth when Xing smugly withdrew his hand, getting nothing in return.

"Tch, don't expect me to give you any money later." Meng Huaifeng gave Xing the middle finger as he ran away.

Using his experience from the original world, Meng Huaifeng randomly chose a large shopping mall and went inside. As soon as he entered, he saw several jewelry stores.

"You guys rest in the coffee shop for a bit, I'll go exchange some money first." Meng Huaifeng casually entered a jewelry store.

After inquiring about the price of gold, I took out a small gold ingot weighing about 100 grams and waited for the jewelry store to verify its authenticity and purity.

According to Meng Huaifeng's observation, mobile payment or card payment is more commonly used in this city, while cash is not used much.

As Meng Huaifeng watched the data flow by, he downloaded a payment app for this country and opened a bank account for himself.

He casually took out a card from his pocket, rubbed it slightly, and it became a bank card.

After receiving tens of thousands of yuan, Meng Huaifeng went to the coffee shop and sat down at a table.

"Share the money, share the money, first download a payment app for this country on your phone."

The mobile phones produced by Interstellar Peace Corporation are compatible with most technological networks and software. Only a very small number of networks with completely different scientific paths or mystical magic networks will have connection problems.

The world of "Super God" is clearly a fairly normal scientific world, and there is no situation where mobile phones cannot connect to the Internet.

“Miss Yan, let me return your money first. We, the nameless guests, will repay your kindness tenfold. We will return seven hundred to you, a hundredfold return.” Meng Huaifeng said, squinting his eyes.

"Kid, I get the feeling you're up to something. Do you want to add me on WeChat?" Yan teased.

"It's none of your business. Are all angels as narcissistic as you? Hurry up and open the payment code." Meng Huaifeng rolled his eyes.

"Our angels are so wonderful, isn't it normal for them to be a little narcissistic?" Yan still accepted the money back from Meng Huaifeng.

"Fifteen thousand for Uncle Yang, fifteen thousand for Xiao Sanyue, fourteen thousand three thousand for Xing, and I'll keep the rest. Ask me for more if you need more," Meng Huaifeng distributed.

"Wait, why am I the one with the fewest?" Xing asked, raising her hand.

"It's yours. Who told you to overspend? Of course you have to pay it back. There's 14,300 left, that's right." Meng Huaifeng's lips curled slightly.

"The money you just returned was mine?" "What else? You bought the food, and you ate it, so of course you're the one returning the money." Meng Huaifeng shrugged.

"Revenge? This is blatant revenge! No wonder you were so generous in returning the money," Xing said angrily.

“That’s right.” Meng Huaifeng nodded.

"You shamelessly admitted it! In March, you also took a bite, so transfer me the money."

"I only ate one bite, so I'll transfer you two yuan. Isn't that generous enough? Okay." March 7th transferred two yuan as if it were charity.

"No, at least two hundred."

"Ah Xing, you're dreaming." March 7th rolled her eyes at Xing.

“Kid, you can try to take it back. Maybe your sister will give it to you,” Yan said, pondering what conditions she should set to get back at Xing for the humiliation she suffered earlier.

"Woman, remember this." Xing leaned closer to Yan's face, his golden pupils meeting hers, and said in a serious tone, "The money from earlier was paid back by this young master Xing."

This kid has a rather aggressive look in his eyes.

Yan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Pfft, I thought it was seven million. I might remember if you borrowed seven yuan and had to repay seven million. But seven hundred yuan? That's not a small amount for an angel to remember. Little tyrant, why don't you make up the difference?"

It can't make up for anything.

"Come to my room tonight, I'll make it up to you." This world doesn't have money stars, but it still has credit points.

"Oh? Kid, what do you want to buy for your sister?"

Neither of these two strong-willed individuals backed down first; perhaps we'll only find out who the real verbal champion is once they're in a room together.

"Ugh, these two are so mushy," said March 7th, looking uncomfortable.

“That’s how it works when you sell ML,” Meng Huaifeng said.

"is that useful?"

"Ask those LSPs."

"Here are your coffees, guests." A short-haired girl dressed as a maid brought over five cups of coffee.

Xing tasted it and commented, "It's just okay, not as flavorful as Himeko's coffee."

"Are you serious?" March 7th exclaimed in surprise.

"Sister Ji Zi will be very happy to hear this. Here's a cup of your favorite hand-ground coffee for you." Meng Huaifeng casually retrieved Xing's comment from his memory and sent it to Ji Zi.

"Clang."

The sound of the glass shattering, accompanied by a woman's scream, drew everyone's attention.

The waiter who had served them coffee earlier was now standing there, looking flustered and at a loss.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with a large belly, looked furious, and there were large, obvious coffee stains on his suit.

"Do you know how much this suit of mine cost? You couldn't afford to pay for it with several months' salary!"

"I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to, it was because you suddenly swung your hand and hit the tray..." the waiter explained timidly, his eyes misty with tears.

"You mean it's all my fault? You're blind and you're blaming the customer? I have a meeting later, a multi-million dollar project, how am I supposed to meet the client now? Tell me what to do? Can you afford to compensate for the losses?" The middle-aged man shouted, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

"I...I..." The waitress wanted to say she would compensate, but her difficult family circumstances made her unable to speak.

"Ruimengmeng! What's wrong with you? How many times has this happened this month? Apologize to the customer right now!" The store manager rushed over and scolded her sternly, then said with a smile, "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry. This waitress was clumsy. Her family isn't well-off and she can't afford to pay for it. Our store is willing to compensate you with 1,000 yuan. Please don't hold it against her."

"No way! Why should I have to accommodate her just because her family isn't well-off?" the middle-aged man insisted.

"I'm sorry, but... but I really don't have the money to pay you back," Rui Mengmeng said, her voice trembling with tears.

"No money to pay?" The middle-aged man looked Rui Mengmeng up and down, a lewd smile on his greasy face: "Since you're good-looking, you can spend one night with me."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man grabbed Rui Mengmeng's hand, and his other hand reached towards her waist.

"I can't stand it anymore!" March 7th slammed her hand on the table and stood up, instantly shattering the poor coffee table.

"Uh." March 7th was a little dumbfounded as he looked at the mess in front of them, even forgetting his chivalrous deeds.

Meng Huaifeng shook his head, instantly appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and grabbed his groping hand.

The girl, who was on the verge of exploding with tension, looked at Meng Huaifeng with gratitude.

"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business," the middle-aged man said sternly, trying to pull his hand back but it wouldn't budge.

Countless data points, invisible to ordinary people, flowed past Meng Huaifeng's eyes.

After analyzing the Heavenly Questions Technique, even without using his soul skills, Meng Huaifeng could still search for the information he wanted to know within a limited scope.

"The suit you're wearing is a knock-off from a street vendor, bought for forty-nine yuan. You've been eyeing this girl for a long time, knowing she's soft-hearted and a bit slow... not very bright, so you orchestrated this accident. You deliberately waved to her as she passed by, just to make things difficult for her. As for the meeting and the multi-million dollar project, those are all fabrications."

"You...you're talking nonsense! You brat, you dare ruin my plans? Do you know who my big brother is? Big D, the man who can break a policeman's leg and still get out of jail unscathed!" the middle-aged man threatened.

"Then let him come find me, you scum, get lost." Meng Huaifeng kicked the middle-aged man away, and at the same time used EtherEdit to block the signal from his nerves that blood was flowing to a certain place.

From now on, he will always be in a state of wisdom, and will no longer have worldly desires. The world has lost a scoundrel and gained a sage.

That way, this guy shouldn't try to take advantage of Ruimengmeng again.

"What's your name? Dare to say it?" The middle-aged man got up and asked with a contorted face. He had only been kicked once, so why did his whole body hurt so much? He didn't feel like he was injured at all.

"Meng Huaifeng".

"Brother, brother, where are you? What? You're in jail again? When are you coming out this time? Okay, I got it." The middle-aged man hung up the phone and sighed, "No wonder you're called brother, going to jail is like going home."

"You brat, you wait! My older brother will deal with you when he gets out!" the middle-aged man warned, then turned and ran away in fright when he saw Meng Huaifeng about to charge at him.

"Thank you, but won't you get into trouble for hitting him?" Rui Mengmeng asked Meng Huaifeng worriedly.

"Don't worry, little sister, we're not afraid of trouble," said March 7 as she walked over.

“That’s right.” Meng Huaifeng nodded.

"That's great!" Rui Mengmeng thought enviously.

"Mengmeng, I didn't expect you to be targeted by that notorious thug. You should leave quickly and find another job so they won't bother you again. I'll give you all of this month's salary," the shop manager said worriedly to Rui Mengmeng.

"Manager... thank you, I understand." Rui Mengmeng said, her expression somber, suppressing the sadness in her heart.

I finally found a job, but then I lost it. What should I do?
(End of this chapter)