space broker

After changing into the clothes given by the little prince and having a full meal of Malatang, Anton left.The fat man and the little prince sent him out. The fat man said that we would meet again by fate, but Anton said get out.

Seeing Anton's receding back, the fat man clicked his tongue, "This dude is really a pull."

The little prince also stared at it for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked the fat man, "Where are you going next? I'm afraid your agency won't let you go. After all, the mission failed, and your bomb didn't blow up our passers-by."

The fat man stared at his big eyes in horror, "You know all about it?"

The little prince smiled, and wanted to light a cigarette handsomely and put on a fork. He touched his pocket only to realize that Dasu had been taken away by Anton, "We're 'passers-by' who attract attention, and your family is not the only one staring at us. Let me tell you, you It’s really stupid to want to cut off this time. I originally thought that your boss, Brother Pei, was someone, but I didn’t even figure out the three types of passages that Chunyangxili will open, so I let you go there to die for no reason... Or, he intentionally used you to fill him in. pit?"

The fat man turned pale, "Nonsense! Who do you think you are?"

The little prince said his name lightly: "Passing guest, Luqiu Danxin."

This guy, this guy turned out to be the master of the passers-by!

Fatty is going crazy.

The little prince stretched out two fingers to the girl in the shop, and the girl opened the door with a sullen face and threw him a cigarette.

Satisfied with the cigarette in his hand, the little prince patted the fat man on the shoulder, "Luo Gu, you are well-known in the circle, and you are also registered in the messenger group. I respect your ingenuity and send you a message for free. You The real behind-the-scenes boss of the agency is Cheng Fengyang, you know who he is. Sooner or later I will kill him, so don't mess around with me if you're a technical geek."

The fat man's chubby face trembled in fright at the word "Cheng Fengyang", "It's really him?"

"Believe it or not is up to you."

The fat man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then showed a serious expression for the first time, "Okay, I see. Thank you for your help today, I will remember this."

The little prince smiled golden-haired with a cigarette in his mouth: "They're all brokers, no matter how much we fight in our circle, we can't take advantage of the messenger group. But then again, all roads lead to Rome, should you consider changing your employer?"

The fat man pursed his lips for a while before saying, "Brother Pei is the one who brought me into the industry."

The little prince shrugged, "Well, pretend I didn't say it. My proposal is valid for three days, because after these three days, I don't know if you are still alive. After all, we never suffer from being dumb when passing by. If you dare to touch us, You have to have the consciousness of being in the same bed."

The fat man lowered his head, "I'll go back and talk to Brother Pei." Suddenly he raised his head again, "Don't make things difficult for the courier, he's not in the industry."

The little prince laughed, "I know, of course I won't make things difficult for him, don't worry."

There are two traffic lights to the north from Malatang in Xiaotaizi, turn left to Jixiang Road, and turn right to Ruyi Road.

This is the boundary of demolition, an urban village that has not caught up with the plan.The old and messy houses are only two kilometers away from the elegant and beautiful neighborhoods in Chunyang Xili, and they are already two worlds.

Anton's express outlet is on the right at No. 8 Ruyi Road, but today he didn't turn right, but turned left—the auspicious road leading to Uncle Liu's house.

When passing by the street store, Anton went in and bought a big bag of snacks, swept away all the canned luncheon meat in the store, and ordered a box of drinks.

The owner of the canteen knew him, and while helping to move, he asked, "What's the matter with the salary increase?"

Anton glanced at the drink he brought, six large walnuts...

"Get me the real one."

The boss bared his teeth and said, "They are all made by regular manufacturers, and they taste similar."

Anton's glance slapped the boss's smile away.

"Okay, I'll get you the real one! If you have money and have nowhere to spend it, the difference is dozens of words, silly!"

Anton brought big bags to Uncle Liu's house. When Aunt Liu greeted him, she also thought that he had received a salary increase, and then asked for a meal, saying that their family had pancakes today, with pork head meat, and a roll of green onions. , It smells good!

Anton used to be called over for dinner.Uncle Liu felt sorry for his orphan background, and felt that although the child looked cold, he was not a bad person.Anton is a master who doesn't like to owe others. He eats once, and the next time he comes back, he will carry a spare rib or a bag of rice, so Aunt Liu doesn't think it's too unusual for him to carry things this time.

Anton said that he had already eaten, and took out a handful of change from his pocket that he specially exchanged at the canteen before, "This is the meal fee that Uncle Liu asked me to bring to the fourth girl."

This is also Uncle Liu's last words.Anton was very puzzled. Before his death, what a man was thinking about was only his daughter's meal expenses for the next month.And this sum of money for the four girls who acted like a baby and insisted on eating healthy meals like their classmates in the city was all saved up by Uncle Liu picking up bottles and cartons in the community for fifty cents.

A stinky girl who only knows how to be willful but doesn't know how to be considerate of her own father!

Aunt Liu stared blankly at Qian, "Why did you bring it back, where is Old Liu?"

Anton said stiffly, "I don't know. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Aunt Liu didn't turn her head as she shouted from behind.

A few minutes later, Anton had returned to the courier outlet.Instead of going in directly, he squatted on the curb and smoked a cigarette.There are a lot of things that he has experienced this day, so he has to be steady.

Because his boss, Yang Xiaofeng, was the former "sentinel" of the Messenger Corps. Although he had retired, his eyes were very poisonous.

The time for a cigarette is very short, but it is enough for Anton to adjust his mood.

Stuff out the cigarette butt, get up and walk to the door.

Their outlet is a two-story building built from a bungalow.There is also a warehouse and office on the first floor, and there is a simple stove, where the courier usually eats and rests.The second floor is the staff dormitory. There are several wooden beds and a pile of cardboard boxes used as furniture in the large bay.The roof of the self-built house has only one layer of sandwich colored steel plates. After a day of exposure in summer, it is hotter than a sauna room. No one wants to go up unless they are too sleepy.

When Anton entered the room, several other couriers were lazily sitting on a small bench smoking a cigarette and watching TV. The boss Yang Xiaofeng stood in front of the stove with his back to the door, cooking vegetables clackingly, and the air was filled with the scent of vinegared potato shreds. smell.

It costs [-] yuan a day to book a partner at an outlet.Steamed buns, porridge, and pickles for breakfast, three vegetarian dishes for lunch, and three vegetarian dishes for dinner, don't expect the taste if you are full.

Yang Xiaofeng is a meticulous person. He steamed the steamed buns by himself. In order to save [-] cents per catty of vegetables, he went to the agricultural product market five kilometers away on weekends to wholesale them. He even went there when the market was about to close. The cheap ones are almost equal to picking up for nothing.

Once when spinach was on the market, Anton and the others fried spinach for a week, which made their faces turn green.

Anton suspected that if Yang Xiaofeng was given a piece of land, the elder brother would even grow the rice for porridge by himself.

Now this point is a rare and comfortable time of the day for the couriers.Anton's late return did not arouse anyone's concern. Everyone just waited for the food to be served, and each of them lowered their heads while playing with their mobile phones while eating.

As the boss, Yang Xiaofeng didn't just start small things, he only had one more glass of white wine in front of him than the others, in bulk.He eats slowly, he hardly eats staple food for dinner, and takes a few mouthfuls of vegetables and sips of wine, a layer of red soon appears on his brown and black face, making the already high cheekbones look like they are going to break through the sky.

Anton has always felt that although Yang Xiaofeng looks stupid and thick, he is sick and does not have the energy and spirit that a 30-year-old man should have.Especially the eyes, which can be regarded as black and white, but the black is a matte black, and the white is the white belly of a dead fish.

Just when Yang Xiaofeng put down his wine glass and looked over, Anton thought of the word "dead eye".

"Why don't you eat?"

"Ate."

Yang Xiaofeng's gaze scanned Anton like a scanner, "Are you going to Chunyang Xili this afternoon?"

"Ah."

Yang Xiaofeng didn't write any more.

Anton feels that the current situation is rather confusing.

Such a big event happened in Chunyang Xili, but the people at the table were indifferent. Could it be that the gossip soul of human beings is dead?And the most fascinating one belongs to Yang Xiaofeng.Anton failed to come back on time to deliver the goods, the message from Bagun was interrupted, and even the electric car for delivery was lost, but the stingy Yang Xiaofeng didn't care about it.

Anton thought for a while and decided that all this must have something to do with the messenger group.

The masses didn't know, it should be the messenger group temporarily blocked the news.Yang Xiaofeng, as the front sentry of the messenger group, probably had an old comrade in arms tipping off the news, so it is not surprising.

Later, it turned out that his guess was right.

The incident in Chunyang Xili was only exposed three days later, and the family members of the deceased naturally made a fuss, hunger strike and sit-in, set up a mourning hall, media public opinion, and social panic erupted. In such a state of desperation, the Messenger Corps had to recall a large number of retired former members like Yang Xiaofeng to come back to help.

This is all for later.

At this moment, Anton was happy and quiet.

There is a small yard surrounded by iron fences outside their warehouse, which is equivalent to the "repair shop" of their network. There are various parts dismantled from scrapped electric vehicles, as well as miscellaneous tools, broken chairs and old boards.

There is a faucet in the corner of the yard, which is where Anton takes a shower every summer.In fact, there is a public bath diagonally across from their outlet, but Anton felt that it was not worth spending seven yuan a day to take a hot bath.

Anton's shower is very simple, with a bar of soap from head to toe.

When he returned to the house wearing only fancy beach shorts, all his colleagues went to the opposite bathhouse, and only Yang Xiaofeng was left holding his mobile phone to watch the video.

He glanced at the T-shirt Anton used to wipe his hair. It had white short sleeves and a line of red offset printing on the chest, Superme, and raised his eyebrows, "New?"

Anton shook the white tee that was crumpled up in his hand, "My friend's."

Yang Xiaofeng didn't say anything else, and continued to watch the video with his head down.

Anton picked up a cucumber from the vegetable basket, simply washed it down and went up to the second floor with it in his mouth.

The room was unbearably hot, and Anton seemed to fall apart as soon as he stuck his head on the bed.This kind of situation is rare, he has always been energetic, although there are times when he feels tired, but this is the first time he is so tired.

It seems that the radiation at the bottom of the pit still has an effect, even though his blood test result is (according to the words of the little prince) "unprecedented green"!

Anton took a bite of the cucumber and felt a little wilted. Fortunately, the fragrance was still there. The fragrance dispelled the sweltering heat in the room, and then Anton fell asleep without knowing it. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was still holding half a cucumber Tail.

There were snoring sounds one after another, and the colleague on the opposite bed was grinding his teeth.

Anton had that unrememberable dream again. After waking up, he still felt suffocating fear, but this time at the end of the dream, a big chubby arm appeared, tightly locked around his neck, and there was a constant noise Shout: Fuck, Fuck, buddy, help!

This fat man... next time I see him, I have to kick him!

It was already late at night, and the room was still sweltering, An Dongjin took his pair of broken sneakers to the first floor to find water.

There was not a single drop left in the cool white kettle (there is no such luxury as a water dispenser on Yang Xiaofeng's site), and the hot water couldn't be drunk, so Anton swung to the faucet outside the warehouse and poured tap water, and flushed it by the way. I hit my head.

Straightening up and rubbing the water droplets from his hair, Anton suddenly paused and turned around with a flying kick.

"Oh shit..."

Under the night, a fat white man flew up and crashed into the fence, making a lot of noise.

Anton picked his ear, "Oh, it's you."

The fat man almost vomited blood, "Could you please see the person clearly before doing anything next time!"

"This is what you owe me."

The fat man was confused, "Huh?"

"What, what are you doing here?" Anton lowered his voice and glanced at the door, unable to see what was going on inside.Yang Xiaofeng lives in the office on the first floor, next to the warehouse.

The fat man rubbed his stomach, and his big, glisteningly white face was full of panic: "Let me tell you, something serious happened, and we have to work together to save the world!"

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