Star Trace Gate

Inside the office.

"He, tui...!"

Huang Wei spat into the trash can, lit another stick, and took a deep breath.

He took his mobile phone and browsed four or five player groups in succession, and unexpectedly saw the sales message pinned to the top.

This thing itself is not surprising, because such player exchange groups usually sell some star gate information, props, mission guides, etc. As long as you spend money to pay advertising fees, the group owner will stick to the top.

However, the content of this message shocked Huang Wei, because it mentioned the princess's tomb, Qingliang Mansion... and these were all things Ren had just experienced, and he remembered them clearly.

Are other players from the Qingliang Mansion Star Gate selling information?

Huang Wei frowned and thought for a moment, then took the phone and dialed a number: "Hey, counterfeit medicine seller, come to my office, hurry up."

After the call was made, about ten minutes later, a strong but elegant-looking young man opened the door and walked in: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

The young man was probably in his twenties. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, had a dull expression, and spoke very slowly. He looked like a coding dog.

This man's name is Xu Peng, one of Lao Huang's subordinates and a New Year's Keeper in Qingfu Block.

"Come here." Huang Wei waved his hand, called the slow-moving Xu Peng to his side, and said quickly: "Two things. First, you also have this smart group, right? You will follow this one later. Contact the person who sells the information and ask about the price. As long as he opens the door, just agree and I will take care of the rest. Secondly, Ren will also stay outside for a week. Starting from tomorrow, you will train him alone. Mainly It is to help him understand the Star Gate, various professions, and the current situation in the real world..."

"...If I stay up late, will I get overtime pay?" Xu Peng asked politely.

"Have."

"Then can the entire unit promote my medicine?" Xu Peng looked slow, like a quiet male rabbit.

"No." Huang Wei refused without hesitation: "The Bu Yuan Pill you gave Niannian last time almost caused her menopause... I also advise you not to promote it privately, our new Mr. Yan He is not a quarrelsome person. If you cause trouble, he will really deal with you."

……

It's about six o'clock in the evening.

After the father and son had a sumptuous dinner together, Ren also stood in his father's room, playing with each other's figurines and asking softly: "Are you going there tonight?"

"Yes, the editor is urging me. I'll take a taxi and be there soon." Dad was packing laptops, chargers and other things beside the bed.

"Oh fine."

Ren also nodded and said nothing more, just admiring the row of character figures on the bookcase.

These realistic-looking prototypes are all important characters that appeared in Dad's books. They are original and cannot be seen on the market at all, and the price of customization is not cheap.

Ren has seen the sunset warriors, true dragon monks, and dragon guards on the cabinet before, and even discussed their plots with his father. However, on the far left side of the cabinet, there is a new female character who looks like a nun...

"How come I haven't seen this figure before?" Ren Ye picked up the nun and played with it curiously: "Is its coat removable...?"

"Snapped!"

Dad snatched the figurine and put it back in its place with great care. He locked the cabinet and closed the curtain: "If you want to be successful, take off a real person for me!"

"I'm in jail, okay? I'm going to be a real person in there, so shouldn't my sentence be increased?!" Ren was speechless.

"I keep talking every day, but I can't do anything." Dad sighed and picked up his schoolbag: "Okay, I'm leaving."

"Then slow down."

"Yeah." Dad paused: "I left three thousand yuan for you on the computer table in your room."

Ren was also startled for a moment: "No need, Qingning gave it to me."

"Your father only has this much ability, nothing more." Dad usually doesn't talk much, and his expression is always serious. He said this without question, and left the house with his small schoolbag on his back.

……

As soon as his father left, Ren returned to the room as quickly as possible, picked up three thousand yuan in cash, put on a pair of pants at random, and chased out quickly.

Fortunately... After going downstairs and chasing towards the main road for less than two minutes, Ren saw his father's back.

The father and son came to the roadside one after the other and each hailed a taxi.

"Master, follow the car in front." Ren also sat in the back seat and ordered carefully: "No need to buckle the watch."

"Ah? How can we charge without deducting the meter?" The master was confused.

"brush!"

Ren didn't waste any time and handed over the two hundred yuan directly: "If it's not enough, please add more."

"Ong!"

As soon as the master took the money, he immediately stepped on the accelerator excitedly and followed him very professionally.

In the back seat, Ren Ye squinted at the taxi his father was riding in. He felt very excited and his voyeurism was fully satisfied.

The fact that he chose to follow his father was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. He was just too curious and awkward... If he didn't confirm it tonight, he might not even be able to sleep.

The plot of Qingliangfu Star Gate is very different from the plot that Dad wants to revise, but the story structure and context are very similar.

And the most important thing is that before dinner in the evening, Ren Ye casually asked his father about his working hours, but the other person's answer was that the editor required that the manuscript must be published within six days to solve the bug in which the Taoist priest's clone died tragically.

But the time for Ren Ye to re-enter the Star Gate was seven days...

If he had never entered the Star Gate, Ren would never think much about it. But now that a series of mysterious and weird events have really happened, his mind has been opened, and he feels that anything outrageous may happen.

Follow up to confirm what is going on, and also find out who the editor dad wants to meet!

……

The two taxis drove for nearly forty minutes before stopping on a street on the outskirts of the city.

It doesn't look as prosperous as the urban area. It's filled with many low-rise buildings. It should be an urban village that needs to be renovated. There are many food stalls at the entrances of alleys and alleys, and most of the pedestrians on the road are migrant workers from surrounding factories.

Ren also got out of the car and followed his father into an alley in a sneaky manner. The two walked for about six or seven minutes before arriving near a food stall.

"Old Xu!" The father, carrying a small schoolbag, greeted a middle-aged man sitting in the food stall familiarly.

Ren Ye was hiding at the door of a residential building, surrounded by electric cars, which could just block his body. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing next to the food stall, chatting with his father.

The man looked to be in his fifties, bald, slightly fat, but very fashionably dressed, wearing a white suit and a pair of purple-framed glasses.

The two chatted briefly and then sat down together.

There were some side dishes and beer on the table, but Dad had already eaten at home, so he didn't move his chopsticks at all. He only took out the revised manuscript and showed it to Lao Xu, and then sat there scrolling through his phone.