The solar system is broken

Refuse? Don’t think too much.

With the methods of this group of gangsters, the writer would be charged with betraying the city-state even if he refused the door without even stepping out.

It was obvious that the New Army had just achieved great success in seizing power, and there were also people within the seven generals who wanted to get their hands on this force.

As the founder of the new army, Huo Shan had absolute leadership over the entire army.

Anyone who is familiar with politics knows that the army is a good thing. The knife handle is hard enough and it can be done directly.

The current situation is that Huo Shan has become the new general and is bound to become a new pole force.

Moss's choice of writers actually smacks of alienation.

Although it is a small grain of sand, it is enough to cause slight ripples. Suspicion is a chronic poison that will penetrate deep into the bone marrow sooner or later.

"So what do I need to do?"

"It's nothing?" Moss naturally would not say it directly and let the writer act as a spy.

"Help me look for mines," Dora said dully, pushing the round eyes on the bridge of her nose.

"I don't know the ore seedlings, where can I find them?"

Mineral exploration is a specialized knowledge. How can a half-hearted writer be competent at it?

"This is your business," Dora hugged herself with a haughty attitude.

"I..." Angry.

"If you can't find the mine, you are derelict in your duties!" Dora threatened.

...

"As the army's staff officer, you can lead people~" Moss came out to smooth things over.

In fact, in the early colonial wars in Europe, it was actually very common for non-military personnel to accompany the army.

There are missionaries, market developers from big companies, and some other weird people.

As an industrial city-state, it is understandable that they launch wars to plunder other countries' mineral resources.

The writer even suspected that their reason for provoking the war was most likely for resources.

Youzhou is a small area, so the types of resources cannot completely cover industrial needs, so it is very necessary to expand the raw materials needed for war.

Unkind, just like several gangsters in Blue Star, who wantonly start wars for the sake of rising up.

"Actually..." Moss hesitated and raised his head.

What else can you do, you big hooligan? I'm sorry.

"Um?"

"I want sir... to help me find someone," Moss smiled a little awkwardly.

"who?"

Find someone. You are carrying personal goods and using your power for personal gain.

The writer looked at Moss with intense eyes.

As a mature politician, it is impossible for him to lack common sense. If someone catches him, it will definitely be a stain.

"Ding Ling!"

"Ding Ling?!" The writer was stunned.

This name has a high probability of appearing recently.

"She's not dead?" The list of victims is clearly written, so how can it be false?

The writer's first thought was about the woman he met at the General Administration of Customs.

However, there are many people with the same name and surname in this world, so they may not be the same person.

"Dead." Moss shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Then where should I find it?"

"Xibi, Qiucheng!"

"Qiucheng?"

The writer has an unforgettable memory, the kind of pain that stung his heart.

Ziwei.

Regarding this person, when it comes to revenge, the writer actually doesn’t have that many ideas. Everyone in the world knows that homomorphic revenge does not have much meaning in compensation except for psychological pleasure.

If Ziwei is killed, what is the difference between a writer and Ziwei?

"It was an unbearable place to look back on," the writer shook his head.

When leaving, the writer secretly told himself that he would never return to the place of sadness.

"3k general currency."

"I'm not that kind of person."

"This is not a question of money, it involves my heart..."

"3w."

"Today I am yours."

"Haha," Dora looked at the writer and kept laughing.

There is no way, he gave too much.

"Mr. Writer, you just need to send her bones back to Youzhou," Moss said without much entanglement on the issue of the writer's integrity.

Digging up corpses? This is taboo among Chinese people.

There was something strange on the writer's face, and he was reluctant.

"What's wrong?"

"The corpse..." the writer looked embarrassed.

"More money!"

"It's not that difficult." The writer changed his mind again.

Dora was moved by the writer's shamelessness, "How must you be short of money to be so shameless?"

The writer didn't take it seriously. He couldn't refuse it anyway, so he might as well make more money.

As soon as Moss stretched out his hand, the bodyguard immediately stepped forward and handed over a checkbook with a pen clipped on it.

Signing and filling in numbers, all done in one go. It seems like this old guy has been doing this a lot.

The writer grabbed the check and stuffed it directly into his inner pocket.

"Don't you want to take a look?"

Confident men never look at the amount, anyway...

The writer turned over the check again, still afraid that the old thing would cheat him.

4w!

Isn't this... a bit too much?

Dora was also shocked when she saw the amount.

A big deal, this amount is enough to fund an independent villa.

The writer glanced at Dora, and the number of profiteers soared sharply. Dora shuddered.

"Looking for minerals, he is what I hate the most...if I hadn't..." He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, a classic movement of counting money.

In a word, if you have money, it's easy to talk about anything, but if you don't have money, don't even think about it.

"You are robbing!"

“Start with 1w!”

It is impossible to work for free, and writers love money more than most people imagine.

"You are working for our factory, not..."

"2w!"

Are you lying? Aluminum ore may be considered a demand by the military, but titanium ore is not needed by your aerospace industry. Is it all used to produce pen tips?

A large piece of titanium metal is enough to produce pen tips for the entire continent. I need a titanium ore. Do you think I am stupid?

"Can it be cheaper?"

"It's impossible, it's 20,000 now, 30,000 tomorrow, and double the day after tomorrow!" The writer pulled Dora and said viciously.

You all plot against me and don't let me make money. How can there be such a good thing in the world?

"Okay!" Dora nodded and gritted his teeth, "But you have to open all these mines for me!"

"No problem, pay first! Mining will be paid separately!"

The writer is not lying. Anyway, we won’t talk about it until the time comes.

Breach of contract? Just kidding, there are so many factors of force majeure, such as rocks falling from the sky and blowing up, roads collapsing...

Is it reasonable? Extremely reasonable.

But as long as Dora is not an idiot, he knows about this contract and cannot force the writer.

"The institute's funds have been tight recently and we have no money for a month."

"If I have money, I will start working."

The writer is not in a hurry. When the project is postponed, Dora should be the one who is in a hurry. What does it have to do with him as a writer?

"Okay~" Doula, I'll give it to you evenly.

"Happy cooperation!" The writer smiled and extended his hand.

Dora had no intention of shaking hands, "You are just a profiteer."

“Each other!”

Bang bang bang~

Moss clapped his hands and interrupted the two of them, "Gentlemen, our time is very tight, let's go and see the next thing."

The writer was about to leave, but Dora grabbed the writer and signaled him not to leave with her eyes.

He smiled at the writer mysteriously and said, "There is a big guy who is a man's favorite!"

"I'm straight!"

"..."

"Obscene!"

However, Dora did not let go of the writer and followed Moss. The writer could not break free several times, so she let him hold her.

Walking along an iron overpass and on the slightly rusted steel mesh, the creaking sound was very obvious.

The chandelier overhead was dim and dim.

The cool wind blew slightly in the clothes, and the writer couldn't help but shiver.

This weird atmosphere, like a thriller blockbuster, weighed on the writer's heart, and he had some expectations for the big guy ahead.

What will it be?

The overpass is very long, and after walking for a long time, the writer looked down at it out of boredom.

There were some aircraft parts there, including the fluttering wing (a bionic dragonfly-type aircraft). They were folded and placed on the ground, as soft as jelly beans (overly long strip design plus metal deformation)

.

There is a huge green solution pool, which is soaked in a silver-white cube. It shines with some metallic luster in the light. It looks like an active metal.

There is a small pulley at the front. The hook on it has been rusted. It seems that it has not been maintained well.

Just when the writer was distracted, a bright light lit up in front of him.

It's the exit. What's in front of it?

curious.