Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1979 Sir, do you look at the picture?

The live broadcast resumed again, but what happened in the short period of time when the live broadcast was suddenly interrupted is still unknown to the outside world.

The outside world... people can only guess and make up for the excitement on the field.

"You said, is there a scene where [God-Man] fights against the priest?"

"Nonsense, this is clearly the script arranged by the crew, and the live broadcast was interrupted on purpose. It is clearly the remaining tricks of the next door Mangozi Channel to cheat the ratings!"

"..."

In fact, most people still like to watch the excitement... From the first day of the Extraordinary Summit, everyone tried to restrain themselves and watch obediently at home. Today, some people have organized gatherings outside.

Bars, restaurants, screens in front of the big square, drinking rooms and the like, the majestic extraordinary summit meeting, gradually reduced to a certain world football event every four years... But the difference is that this time people are really serious about it. Watching and discussing, not most follow the trend and pretend to be a circle of friends without thinking.

At night, the street was dead quiet because of the curfew, but during the day people couldn't hold back, and finally ran out, even if they didn't do anything, it would be good to brag with their friends.

People are divided into groups.

"Sir, take a look?"

There is such a guy with sunglasses, gray hair, who looks like a vicissitudes of life, but his grade should not be very old, and he is setting up a stall in an alley.

The booth is very simple, with a wooden box as a table, a stack of white paper and pencils on it, a straw mat, a narrator, and a larger wooden box, the kind that is as tall as a person.

There are only two words [Looking] written on the booth.

But it seems that the business is not very good, and there are very few people who have noticed here.

When Mr. Jin passed by, he saw a greasy man in his thirties besides a gray-haired guy with sunglasses who was looking at the booth.

"You actually said that I was born short-lived! Peach Blossom... Where did I get Peach Blossom, I love my current wife very much! You magic stick!"

"Sir, I'm just speaking directly from the book, don't panic, don't panic, we can solve the problem slowly! Look, I have a talisman here, which can attract good luck, avoid evil, and concentrate your mind! Five yuan One piece of money, three pieces for ten yuan, 30 yuan for a one-time purchase, and a free consecrated copper coin! This is the authentic copper coin consecrated by the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, which can ward off evil spirits!"

"Get out! Liar!"

The greasy middle-aged man in his thirties got up and left cursing in an instant.

"Don't mind me! It looks like you haven't paid the photoshoot fee yet... Hey!" The fortune teller sighed at this moment, "People nowadays...the world is really going downhill."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came, and the fortune teller looked up, and saw a man wearing a hat and a windbreaker (thin style) on a hot day.

The fortune teller suddenly showed a dog-like smile, and said with a smile: "Sir, do you read a fortune teller? Ask about the future or the marriage? If it doesn't work, you won't be charged!"

Mr. Jin took a casual look, and suddenly asked, "What do you think of this?"

"Palmistry, face reading, and word reading are all available. We can read it as you like."

"Let's test the word." Mr. Jin thought for a while, then sat down, picked up a pencil, and wrote a word [round] on the white paper, "Just measure this."

The fortune teller picked it up and took a look, only to see that his fingers were counting in a decent manner, his lips murmured as if he was muttering something silently, before long, "What do you want to ask?"

"I don't ask anything, you just test the word." Mr. Jin said indifferently: "As much as you can say."

The fortune teller thought for a while and said, "Yuan Tongyuan has the same pronunciation, you may be planning to go to a place related to the garden, or just to a garden."

Mr. Jin was expressionless, and said indifferently: "Continue."

The fortune teller shrugged his shoulders, and then said: "Yuan is also a member, a member of the staff, which means that you may want to find someone, but you may not be able to find it, because the member is locked tightly by a door, So you can't get in, and this person can't get out. This means that you are likely to be in a state of complete isolation...Sir, are you going to worship?"

Mr. Jin was still unmoved, "test again."

The fortune teller said again: "Yuan means consummation. When you write this circle, it is obvious that you have some kind of hope in your heart to achieve consummation. But at the same time, you can also write circles to make a lie and justify yourself... This shows what you are looking forward to. Things may just be self-explanatory, or... self-deception."

Mr. Jin frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said: "What else?"

I saw that the fortune teller drew a circle directly on the white paper at this time, and then said: "Did you see this circle? It looks like a moon, right? But if you write circles during the day, how can there be a full moon during the day? Sir, It might just be a sham."

"Why can't it be the sun? The sun is also round." Mr. Jin said abruptly.

Seeing that the fortune teller added many outgoing lines to the outside of the circle he drew, he smiled and said: "This is called the sun, and the sun is the one that can shine and heat to illuminate others. The moon is the one that is restrained. What is illusory is the moon, what is written in the dark is the moon."

Mr. Jin was silent for a while, and then suddenly looked at the big wooden box that the fortune teller had placed against the wall, and suddenly asked, "What's in this box?"

"Knives, pots and pans, clothes and shoes, big steamed buns."

"I want to see."

"That's not acceptable." The fortune teller shook his head lightly, "This is all I have."

Mr. Jin suddenly said again: "You are not blind."

The fortune teller smiled and said, "Didn't you say that those who wear sunglasses must be blind?"

Mr. Jin kept silent, but slowly reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something... The fortune teller looked at Mr. Jin motionlessly, and Mr. Jin also stared at him.

In the end, Mr. Jin just took out a wallet and asked, "How much is it?"

"It's only five yuan for the fortune teller." The fortune teller directly spread his palms.

Mr. Jin gave five yuan, stood up, and said calmly: "You can't measure it accurately, stop lying here, find a decent job, and you won't die of hunger."

The fortune teller scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's just a newcomer, but I didn't find a job. It's no wonder why I made such a bad plan."

Mr. Jin left without saying anything, but the fortune-teller suddenly stopped and threw away...throwing something.

Mr. Jin took it subconsciously, and opened his palm to see that it was a talisman folded into a triangle.

"Peace talisman, to keep you safe." The fortune teller smiled brightly at this time, "This is really opened by the celestial master of Longhu Mountain, it is not a lie."

"Is this thing useful?" Mr. Jin shook his head: "Didn't this city say that all magical powers are forbidden?"

The fortune teller smiled indifferently and said: "In the past, when there were no such gods and monsters, didn't people just go to the temple to ask for a safe talisman? You don't care if it works or not, just ask for it. Peace of mind. And my talisman was really consecrated by an angel from Longhu Mountain."

"Thank you then." Mr. Jin chuckled lightly, stuffed the amulet into his pocket casually, and walked out of the alley.

I only heard the fortune teller behind him continue to shout foolishly: "Look at the face, look at the face. You can seek good fortune, avoid evil, plant peach blossoms, and cut peach blossoms. The authentic peace amulet consecrated by Tianshi Longhushan is on sale. , five yuan a piece... don't miss it when you pass by."

Mr. Jin gradually couldn't hear the next words clearly.

He just walked quickly to the street, and then hailed a commercial taxi. After getting in the taxi, he said directly to the driver, "Go to Nanfa Temple."

The driver is an old driver, so he asked a lot at this time: "Boss, are you going to pray for blessings and worship God, or to visit, or to burn paper?"

"What's the problem?"

The old driver said: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with those who just visit to pray, but those who go to burn paper have to bring their own. If they don't provide it there, if you want to buy it, you have to go to another place."

Mr. Jin said indifferently: "Where can I buy it?"

The old driver pretended to be embarrassed: "You also know that in this world, many shops are closed... But let me try to ask you, I am a shroud shop, so I should still be open."

"Then go." Mr. Jin waved his hand and said calmly, "You don't need to play the watch."

"Okay!"

……

……

This day, Nan Xiaonan didn't work as a rented house. The migrant girl Xiaonan who seemed to want to work as a technician in a certain mansion was full of thoughts, but returned to the police station.

Don't act too hastily... You have to take your time, slow work can produce fine work, right?

In fact, the police station was empty at the moment, and there were not many people there... They were all sent out to maintain order outside—since the curfew began, the police officers here have been working overtime.

It's the kind that really has the time to die but not the time to get sick.

Only Xiaobao is still conscientiously fishing and playing games.

"Xiaobao, what are you doing with the power cord at the door?"

"I forgot to tidy up last night..." Xiaobao smiled coyly at this moment, and then said in surprise: "Miss Nan, why did you come back today? Didn't the director say that you have asked for many days of leave? Has the leave been cancelled?"

"No, I'm still on vacation." Nan Xiaonan said something casually, then sat back in her desk, and said directly: "Xiaobao, go and check, we have something that needs to be used up." Those who applied... don't come back before noon?"

"...What?" Xiaobao was suddenly dumbfounded, what does it mean that he doesn't have to come back before noon?

"You don't have to come back before get off work." Nan Xiaonan said after thinking for a while.

"Holy shit... can there be such a good thing?" Xiaobai shuddered immediately, and rushed to Nan Xiaonan without saying a word, "Miss Nan, are you sure you're not cheating me?"

"So... I'll go?" Nan Xiaonan blinked.

"I'll go! I'll go right away!"

As he said that, Xiaobao packed his luggage as fast as he could—he even stuffed his laptop into his backpack, ran out of the department in a hurry, and finally turned around: "Miss Nan, I love you! mwah!"

Nan Xiaonan shook her head at this moment... After Xiaobao really walked away completely, she used the key to open the bottom drawer of her desk.

She pulled out a thirteen-inch notebook... and opened it.

In an instant, the screen turned on - but there was no boot screen, what appeared was a pair of big eyes and a big mouth.

The built-in fan of the notebook is humming now, and there is sound.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuu...Master, you finally remembered me, I'm about to die from power failure!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Nan Xiaonan rolled her eyes, and directly plugged in a network cable to the laptop, "Get ready to work!"

The moment the network cable was plugged in, the big eyes on the screen flickered... Then the built-in fan turned even louder.

"Master, what do you want to do this time?"

"Let me think."

Nan Xiaonan made a cup of coffee, sat back in her seat, and thought about something carefully.

This computer was made by Xingchuang in the past, and it has always been locked in this office—even after the Forbidden City started, it has not disappeared.

Nan Xiaonan speculated that the prohibition was simply to prevent the supernatural beings from acting as demons, not to hurt anyone... Xingchuang's life is life, so it is fair that he did not lose his life because of the prohibition.

Although the creatures of Xingchuang have also been banned from many abilities, their inherent abilities before Xingchuang seem to have not disappeared-of course, the main functions of most Xingchuang creatures have no special effects.

However, as for a laptop, because it can think independently and operate automatically, it is equivalent to a ready-made hacker.

As for the level of this hacker, it is judged according to the level of its own hardware - anyway, it is public money, and the laptop has been upgraded before.

This time, Mr. Jin and his group were able to live so quickly to relax their vigilance, largely because of this Xingchuang notebook.

Before becoming a working girl, she had already used this Xingchuang laptop to change her information on the citizen system.

According to the information provided by [Da Qing Pill], there are members in Mr. Jin's group who are very good at network technology... So before dispatching, Nan Xiaonan had already prepared multiple hands.

In fact, Nan Xiaonan's guess was right. Mr. Jin had indeed had people quietly investigate Nan Xiaonan's personal information—because what was written on the information basically matched the personality of a working girl Nan Xiaonan, so Mr. Jin finally took it back. The bug installed in the second-hand washing machine gave up the surveillance of the migrant girl Nan Xiaonan.

"I have a few names here." Nan Xiaonan suddenly entered several names in Xingchuang's notebook.

These are all the names of everyone in Mr. Jin's team.

"For now, search for the things behind these names for me... get rid of those useless overlapping names." After speaking, Nan Xiaonan thought for a while and then suddenly said: "Also, you go to [Black Card] This website, see if you can hack into the background, I want to know more about the [Black Card] website.”

"Okay!"

The built-in fan was spinning crazily at this moment, and one page after another was quickly opened and closed in front of Nan Xiaonan... Nan Xiaonan leaned on the back of the chair, drinking coffee happily and waiting.

She is used to this kind of life where a servant can complete the task with just one command - this makes her seem to have regained a sense of satisfaction as the great mentor of Xingchuang back then.

(End of this chapter)