The solar system is broken

One month later, Youzhou, Customs.

The writer crossed his legs and sat on a leather chair, facing the large glass.

Holding two pieces of bamboo paper in his hand, looking at the declaration information in the form, the corner of his mouth twitched, he is really a talent.

Through the window, you can see several billows of thick smoke rising from the hills outside, which are factories in the downstream industrial zone.

Blue and black tiles, low walls painted in red, railroad tracks on the ground, bustling crowds...

Everything is so extraordinary.

This is the Blue Blood Man Base in Youzhou, a rudimentary civilization of the industrial age.

The city of Youzhou is not big, with a population of only about 200,000, of which more than 99% are red-blooded people. Less than 1% are truly blue-blooded people, and there are only one or two thousand blue-blooded people.

If you want to ask why there are so few people with blue blood, the reason is actually very simple: reproductive issues.

All blue blood is the product of an anaerobic environment. Children born to people with blue blood today will also turn red after a few months due to the aerobic environment. People with blue blood generally live shorter lives than normal.

The lifespan of red-blooded natives is more than half shortened, and they can only live to be more than 200 years old. (Red-blooded natives can generally live to about 400 years old)

This has led to a very strange phenomenon. The red-blooded descendants have died several times, but the blue-blooded ancestor has never aged.

due to this problem

Most of the blue-blooded people have experienced the destruction of civilization more than 10 times, and they have mastered the most advanced technology on the entire Wrangler planet.

In Youzhou City, blue-blooded people basically belong to the elite class and are treated very well.

People are greedy, whether they are on Blue Star or Wuma Star.

Wherever there is profit, there will be profiteering.

After the red-blooded natives had been living in Youzhou City for a few years, some people wanted to disguise themselves as blue-blooded people and achieve a class jump.

For this purpose, the blue-blood people have specially set up a blue-blood customs administration to identify the real technology carriers.

With his profound knowledge, the writer got a free job as a customs screener as soon as he entered.

My daily task is to chat with a group of natives across servers, often making ridiculous jokes.

Looking at the bamboo paper information sheet in his hand, the writer twitched the corner of his mouth several times. You may think I am a fool.

[Name: Qian Duoduo]

[Gender: Male]

[Player education experience: Chaos Era 121 ~ Chaos Era 130, Huaxia Jinghua University Affiliated School]

This is nothing. Jinghua University is very well-known and can be easily found out. Moreover, schools with nine-year compulsory education are also filled in together, so nothing can be seen at all.

[Chaos Era 131~Chaos Era 134, MIT, USA]

Below are the notes.

[Professional: Animal Husbandry and Breeding Department, Excavation of Chicken Fetuses and Breeding]

Looking at this line, the writer called him an expert.

Not to mention whether the American Institute of Technology has a major in animal husbandry or breeding, it is just a matter of cultivating chicken embryos, which is also a new breed.

【Native language: English.】

[Self-introduction:...]

This self-introduction is nothing special. It is all written in English. Except for a few grammatical errors and indiscriminate case, there are no flaws.

[Ethnicity: Caucasian]

[Original address: Martland Street, Queens, New York]

[Hobby: Blues]

The writer was so angry that he was speechless. You are an open-minded white man and you don’t even discriminate against African Americans.

[Experience from another world: One day I was walking on the sidewalk, and the red light came on. A speeding FAW heavy truck knocked me four meters away. Then when I opened my eyes, I encountered a person from another world.

Beautiful girl...]

Chinese name, native English, Caucasian, I think you are a mutated overseas Chinese.

Being an overseas Chinese is not a reason for you to go to college in Massachusetts and release a clone to live in New York.

If you can forgive this section, then can you change the routine of this time-travel plot in your light novel? This is a game, where does time-travel come from?

But this is not over yet.

【Life motto: Every day without dancing is a failure of life.】

This sentence is the bad Nietzsche. No problem...?

Turn the page.

【——Menjielifu】

Why does this name look a bit bleeding?

"I can't bear it anymore," the writer slapped his face directly on the table.

The chandelier overhead trembled.

There was a petite man in the room, his body shrunk, his eyes flashing in confusion. He didn't know where he went wrong.

"There's a problem...."

"I~" the writer covered his face.

The little man with a short beard looked at the writer angrily, at a loss.

But my mind is very lively. I have already signed up for classes. I can’t make any mistakes this time.

"You're so stupid," the writer stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Qian Duoduo. The writer went over and put his arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "You spend more money to buy a set of technology.

, apply for Green Pass directly.”

"Can I buy technology?" Xiao Hu asked cautiously, holding his mouth.

"This is difficult, but easier than going through customs."

"Is there anything simpler?"

"Buy the entire General Administration of Customs."

"This is a bribe! I'm an honest man."

"Then there's nothing I can do." The writer spread his hands, indicating that he was helpless.

"You are so dirty. This is back! Do you understand bribery?" Mustache opened the door angrily and was about to leave.

But when I got a discount, I came back and asked cautiously how much it would cost.

"roll!"

A long shout broke out from the room, and a man with a mustache ran out of the room in embarrassment.

Xiao Li stuck his head out from the door, "Master?"

"Next one! Next one!" He waved his hands impatiently.

Xiao Li understood.

The writer took a breath while sitting on the chair, took a sip of Fat Boy's Happy Water with ice, and then his irritable heart calmed down.

I can’t blame the writer for being irritable, it’s really because these natives are too irritating.

One morning, more than a dozen people came in, and each one of them answered the wrong questions.

Crunch!

The door opened again.

A woman with proud breasts walked in with a faint smile.

He gently threw the two pieces of paper information on the writer's desk, pulled the chair in front of the desk, and put a beautiful leg gently on his knee. The slit side seam of the cheongsam showed the beautiful scenery.

"Ahem!"

The writer turned sideways and suppressed his evil heart.

Without looking at the information, he slowly said, "Name!"

"Ding Ling~Chinese" voice is soft and waxy, and the breath is like orchid, like sweet rice wine.

"Profession!"

"Hook the thin horse~"

"Fuck~"

Isn’t this game restricted by academic qualifications? Why is this possible?

"Huh?! Is there a problem?"

"No, continue!"

The writer calmed down and remembered what the General Administration said: Don't underestimate these natives. They are extremely difficult to guard against and must not be taken lightly.

"Your expertise."

"Astrophysics," he held his chin with his hand, squeezing his breasts. The skin like mutton fat was very attractive under the low-cut collar.

"Madam, please pay attention to your appearance," the writer said, "sternly refusing", but still couldn't help but glance at her.

"Oh~" evoked a successful smile.

"Do you know Einstein?"

"I know!" He smiled slightly.

The writer narrowed his eyes, Einstein was a very important astrophysicist, and all those who want to pretend must learn.

According to Chinese high school students, this is the focus of the exam.

"Talk about his pioneering role in calculus!"

"Brother, you are so funny," the woman hugged her big dumpling and sneered, "Those are two questions."

"Okay," the writer nodded.

"How many years can a trainee practice and make his debut playing basketball?"

"Two years!"

"How many letters are there in English!"

"26!"

"Is there a number bigger than one hundred!"

"have."

"Is there anyone with two legs?"

"have!"

Ask simple questions quickly.

The writer stared at the woman and asked questions expressionlessly.

His eyes stared at the woman like a hawk, not missing a single move.

"What's your name?"

"Uh, Ding...Zero~"

There was a pause.

This is a very simple routine. When dealing with agents, this routine is used to subconsciously identify whether a person is lying.

"Your question is too irrelevant..."

The writer picked up the Feizhai Happy Water on the table and took a gentle sip.

"Okay, ma'am, let me ask some professional questions." Of course, a writer cannot reject a person with just one question. According to the work manual, more than 6 obvious flaws are needed to determine whether a person is a gamer.