Cyber Daming

Chengdu County, Dujiang District.

A taxi with the words 'Tianfu MRT' printed on the door slowly drove out of the neon-shrouded city and headed southwest.

After walking forward for only half an hour, you can clearly feel that the mountain is gradually rising.

There are only a few people in the mountains, and only the electric pole erected by the Imperial Ministry of Industry stands alone.

Even the raindrops falling overhead became more and more rapid.

Such a quiet and quiet landscape, a wild and primitive environment, if it weren't for the faint roar of car engines in his ears, Gong Qinghong would have thought that he had returned to the pre-Ming Dynasty when Emperor Chongzhen was trying to turn the tide.

When traveling by car, combine vertically and horizontally, unite the strong to attack the weak, and combine vertically and horizontally.

That was the golden age of the strategist sequence. It was a pity that the seniors at that time still fell into the trap set by the Zhu Ming royal family.

Perhaps thinking that he was completing the unfinished business of his predecessors, Gong Qinghong couldn't help but smile happily on his face.

He lowered the window and let the moist air hit his face. He tapped on the car door with his fingers and started tapping gently.

"The sea laughs, and the tide of troubled times rises and falls with the waves, only today. The sky laughs, and the tides of the world come one after another. God knows who will lose and who will win."

The singing was heroic and majestic, spreading far and wide in the rain.

"Sir, you are so elegant. This song is so good."

In the driver's seat, the driver wearing a gray short-sleeved uniform smiled and greeted her, smacking his lips up and down as if he was savoring something.

"That's the word, it doesn't quite fit the occasion. When we get to the Taoist gate, we should sing Taoist songs."

"Oh?" Gong Qinghong stopped singing and said with a smile: "Master, can you hear the meaning of these lyrics?"

"Of course. Don't look at me now as a taxi driver. When I was young, I was also a student at Confucius Temple!"

The driver glanced at the road ahead, glanced at Gong Qinghong, and boasted: "It's a pity that the qualifications are a little bit inferior, plus we can't afford the Six Arts chip, otherwise we would be scholars wearing long gowns now."

Gong Qinghong nodded and chuckled: "It's not necessarily shameful to drive a taxi, and it's not necessarily a good thing to wear a long gown."

"Look what you said, after being promoted to the rank, he will be a noble person. He is much better than us commoners."

I don’t know if it’s due to his career, but this driver is also a talkative character, and he talks endlessly.

"Looking at your demeanor, sir, I know that you are not an ordinary person. Of course, I don't know how big the gap is between the inside and outside of this sequence."

"Let's take the most direct salary as an example. A commoner like me only earns 1,500 gold coins a month, which is barely enough to support our family."

"But those black workshops on the black market imitate a six-art chip, which is worth hundreds of thousands. Even if a villain doesn't eat or drink, it will take decades to afford it. If you can pass the imperial examination, let alone become an official Being an official means you can make a lot of money, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver seemed to realize something was wrong and quickly explained: "Of course, I didn't mean to buy or sell contraband, little man. I just heard about it."

Gong Qinghong smiled slightly and said comfortingly: "It's okay, let's chat, there's no need to be so formal. In your words here, what do you call... the Dragon Gate Formation?"

"That's right, that's right, just for fun."

Seeing that Gong Qinghong was so easy-going, the driver relaxed completely and said with a smile: "But the villain is still quite satisfied with his current life. At least he has food and drink. He is much better than those untouchables who have no company to take him in!"

"As for the criminals in the criminal areas, let alone them. In my opinion, the imperial court should not allow them to enter the empire. It would be better to imprison them and let them fend for themselves."

Gong Qinghong waited quietly for the other party to finish, and then asked softly: "Master, do you also think that the court should not allow criminals to enter the country?"

"Of course. To be honest with you, sir, in the eyes of a villain, a wise person is a wise person, and an outsider is an outsider. If someone is not of my race, then their minds must be different."

The driver snorted, "The public security in Chengdu County is so bad now. The big reason is that the criminal gangs are causing trouble. I don't know what the government is thinking, but they just let them go and let them cause chaos."

"You may have also heard that there were several bloody conflicts in the Ji'e District some time ago. Brother Pao Hui first eradicated the Sacrifice Sword Society, then merged with the Annan Gang, and finally started fighting with the Tianfu garrison. How arrogant you say it is."

Gong Qinghong pretended to be surprised and said: "You actually dare to fight against people from the government. Brother Pao is quite brave."

Seeing the guest's interest, the driver immediately became excited and started to rummage out all the gossip he knew.

"That's not good. Although they are all untouchables, Brother Pao is also a member of the Mingren Gang, and his strength is definitely much stronger than those foreign gangsters. Especially the helmsman who leads them is so tough. His name is Called Kuang...Kang..."

"Kuang Qingyun."

"Yes, my name is Kuang Qingyun."

The driver sighed, "I don't know what that young man is thinking. He has become a soldier. He doesn't know how to find a good job and leave his humble hometown. He is still willing to degenerate and fight with others."

The driver said in a tone of hatred that steel cannot be broken: "In the end, the government took action. Not only did he lose his life, but even the heart of the machine was dismantled and sold, leaving no bones left. This is not the worst part. , you said that he was made of steel and could not even burn his ashes. His relatives and friends couldn't find a place to worship him, what a sin."

Gong Qinghong looked surprised, "But why did I hear that Kuang Qingyun died to protect his brothers? He was a loyal man."

"Is loyalty more important or life? Living a stable life is the most important!"

The driver patted his chest and said with pride: "For example, when my son was just born, I spent a lot of money to find a doctor from the 'Fudu Group' to install a chip in his head, just to suppress these kinds of loyalty and grievances. . Make space so that filial piety can work better."

"The doctor promised me that after the chip is installed, let alone hanging out with others, even puppy love will not happen."

The driver had a big smile on his face and seemed very proud of his decision.

"As expected of those who have read books, they see everything clearly."

Gong Qinghong's tone of praise suddenly changed the subject, "But living like this, won't life be too boring?"

"They are all Qinggouzi dolls wearing crotchless pants. They don't know what boring is. Being down-to-earth and living a stable life is the first priority."

The driver raised his hand to brush away a strand of hair that fell to his eyes, and smiled.

"Don't laugh at me for being short-sighted. In fact, when I was studying at the Confucius Temple, I would burst into tears for the feats of the gentlemen in the history books. I would beat my chest and vow to do something great. But after I graduated, I entered Only then will society know what it means to be 'what you learn on paper will eventually become shallow, and only the secular world will teach you the true truth'."

"From the time we were born, our genes have determined that people like us have little future. The only way out is to work with peace of mind. Thinking too much will only lead to trouble."

He leaned forward slightly, pressed against the steering wheel, raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark sky outside the car, "Death and life, wealth and wealth are all destined by God."

It’s the Confucian theory of ‘being destined’ again

Gong Qinghong was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "Master, haven't you ever thought about changing your destiny against heaven?"

squeak

The vehicle was like a fish thrown ashore, swaying sideways on the mountain path.

The driver quickly grasped the steering wheel and regained control of the car.

When the vehicle stabilized, he didn't immediately wipe the sweat from his forehead. Instead, he reached out and fiddled with the center console.

"Sir, please don't talk nonsense. Everything we say will be recorded."

Gong Qinghong's eyes were blazing, and his eyes were so bright that he asked, "People are not destined by birth. Do princes and generals have the guts to be in love with each other?"

Suddenly, the driver felt as if the other person's words were taking root in his heart, and an indescribable feeling trembled in his soul.

What kind of nonsense is this? Are you a fucking ‘yellow beam patient’? !

He tightened his mouth, not daring to say another word, and stared at the road ahead.

Fortunately, in the dim rain curtain ahead, the shadow of a building had already appeared faintly. He immediately stopped the car regardless of the fact that it was still a short distance away from Qingcheng Mountain.

The driver said with a straight face and a stiff tone: "Qingcheng Mountain is here, Chenghui Baobao is two hundred and three."

Gong Qinghong was not angry because of the change in the driver's attitude and said nothing more.

Now that the seeds have been planted, just wait for them to germinate.

After paying the fare in full, he opened the door and walked straight into the rain.

The driver looked at the man who didn't even hold an umbrella and was soaked by the heavy rain in an instant, and he was even more convinced that the man was a delirious "Yellow Beam Disease" patient.

"Pooh!"

The driver spat on his thumb and counted the fares received one by one.

I just deleted the recording, and I will definitely be fined if I go back. If I receive fake money again, it will be a huge loss.

Suddenly, he stopped counting the money, frowned and pulled out an iron card from the banknotes.

Is this a famous assassination?

The driver turned on the light above his head and read out the content on the tattoo with the meager light, "Honghu, Gong Qinghong."