Waste Strong Foundation

People's Park of a certain city in Henan.

The doorman Lao Han came back from fetching water, and glanced at Lao Min who was sitting slumped on the sofa and watching short videos, "I just met Xiao Li in the cafeteria, and he asked us to go to the back of the cafeteria in the afternoon to get rice dumplings and peanut oil. Hey, talking to you Well, why are you so excited?"

Lao Min is not interested in zongzi, "It's probably a weird taste. My wife told me not to use peanut oil, but to eat olive oil."

"Hey, just say whether you can take it or not."

"That's for sure. By the way, Lao Han, have you noticed that foreigners have been wandering around the park recently?"

Speaking of this, Lao Han's eyebrows frowned into two wavy lines.

Isn't it.

He turned his head to look at the scorching sun and the deserted road outside the window, and scratched the scar on the back of his hand twice irritably.

Seeing that he was silent, Lao Min flicked his finger to refresh the recommendation of a certain sound, and added: "There are also foreigners, and there are a few who look like a mouse."

Their park is open to the whole city free of charge. Most of them are old men and women doing morning exercises and dancing in the square. Now there are many strange faces.

Really awkward.

When they were young, once these abnormalities were discovered, they should be reported immediately and dealt with seriously.

At that time, New China had just started, and people were on guard against you, and it was no joke to send spies to wreak havoc.

The gringo is in a bad mood.

Lao Han shook his head and explained to himself: "Could it be that there are treasures in the park? It's not up to foreigners. There is a special archaeological team in the province."

Old Min took it for granted: "That's right. The situation abroad is in dire straits, and our country is getting better and better. Why, why don't people come to Henan for tourism?"

The two old men laughed loudly, and each sat in a corner wearing reading glasses and swiping their phones to listen to cross talk to pass the sweltering lunch break.

They were just talking nonsense, but they inadvertently said one thing——

In the past six months, the small People's Park has been turned upside down by various forces.

The holographic game "Trash" was born, behind it is the so-called game engine, technical support and an unimaginably huge database...

Just digging out a corner and publishing it to the public is enough to cause a sensation in the world and set off a technological revolution in the new century.

If he can win the core R&D team and materials of "Waste" to his side, it must be a feat written in the history books.

If it is confirmed that "Waste" has "someone on it", hum, it will involve more troublesome and complicated fields, and joint pressure and blackmail are indispensable.

It's a pity that many forces from overseas can only worry about one conclusive IP address in the end.

What's the situation?

Overcoming all kinds of difficulties and dangers, he traced to this small park, stared at several old men who were about to retire for 24 hours, even Bingxi was so skilled in how to build a group, bargain for free and exchange things for free, and was passively involved in seven square dance robberies Turf war, still nothing!

If you don't understand the gap in the level of science and technology between the two sides, it's pure stupidity.

Well, regardless of the bright and dark lines, those who should retreat should retreat immediately.

How many silver teeth used to eating milk, bread, and spicy curry were bitten overnight, and there are not a few who were caught in accordance with the law.

Someone came up with a new way to induce and spread news on the Internet, claiming that the research institute of "Waste" is under a certain People's Park.

These messages are not for ordinary people.

Ordinary players saw nothing but silly joy: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a few months. Why are we Fei Zong and Shang Zong so lazy? They live in the basement."

After a long period of induction, a very small number of immature netizens may become crazy chess pieces when their minds get hot.

It was noon, and the teenagers queuing up to enter the waiting hall put away their ID cards and passed the security check with arms outstretched.

He hadn't showered for many days, his hair was disheveled covering his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and he trembled when the security inspector fumbled in his trouser pocket.

The security inspector wrinkled his nose and looked at him suspiciously, "Take off the hat and let me have a look. Okay, let's go."

The boy put his schoolbag on his back and walked forward, took two steps and began to trot. He didn't control his trembling until he passed the ticket gate and got on the high-speed train.

He took out his mobile phone and insulted the active fans of @印花流纸's latest Weibo post one by one private message, and then went to scold the fans of @古航路.

It would be great if there was no ghost game called "Trash".

There are voices praising "Trash" everywhere, even if those people have no qualifications for internal testing, or have no interest in the game before.

This is the follower dog.The independent thinking ability of adults is nothing more than that.

Hehe, what spend huge sums of money on research and development, what ten years of hard work, I am afraid that the money is spent on marketing brainwashing.

The most hateful thing is that "Trash", which became popular all over the country overnight, has changed the games he supports and... the girls he likes.

[This game's screen blade (a derogatory name for women) has exceeded the standard, "If you don't play, you will regret it for a lifetime"?Don't disgust me (smile)]

[Embossed toilet paper (cry) Why was my embossed toilet paper (cry) hit by a forklift (cry)]

[Gu Dailu broadcasted live once, and those who watched the live broadcast lost one page of account book (smile with crooked eyes)]

He huddled in his seat and typed, repeatedly editing some dirty words, until he escaped the blocking word and successfully sent it.

Sitting next to him was a young man wearing a peaked cap and a black T-shirt, carrying a plastic bag of a certain saw blade, and was making a loud phone call:

"Hey master, I'm in the car. Next time you come to Shandong, I will treat you well. No, no, I won't go home. I will go to Wuxi to transfer goods."

Oh, the seller of saw blades.

In what age are people still doing this kind of work.Can you earn 3000 yuan a month?poor man.

The young man was full of disdain, and laughed coldly in his mind.

He spent money to buy news, and learned that the production team of "Trash" was in a certain park, and he had seen the live broadcast of the chief planner surnamed Fei——

The flight attendant pushed the trolley past, and the young man selling saw blades put his legs together, and subconsciously fell sideways to the boy seated with him while holding his mobile phone.

The boy vigilantly turned off the screen of his phone, his complexion suddenly turned pale.

He seemed to be pushed to a dead end by the society and the Internet, leaning against the armchair and looking away from the window to the fast-receding tall buildings.

what to see!

...stupid/crazy.

All are.

They called him an iron trash, a bum who dropped out of school and spent his days at home, and a scum who was abandoned by his parents because he devoted himself to making live broadcasts of games.

All!It's all because of "Trash"!

He, he, he will—

he wants--

"Wow."

As the high-speed rail drove into the tunnel, the young man covered his face in the dark and shed two cold tears, while remembering some severe and heavy accusations.

His life is hopeless.

He has nothing and nothing better to come.

The netizens who comforted him were right, he should have ruined other people's lives before committing suicide, and did something big.

The damp draft blows the jade and animal bone wind chimes hanging across the eaves of the Ming Hall.

Fei Mingqiu's left eye twitched wildly.

He thought for a while whether it was the left eye jumping or the right eye, but before he could figure it out, he suddenly heard a coughing sound.

The nobles holding bronze axes entered the seats one after another, and they were divided into eight groups in an orderly manner. The middle-aged man wearing a golden crown walked up the steps slowly.

This is Wang Shun.

Long face and thick forehead, slender eyebrows and deep eyes, thick beard on the chin, and slightly bald frontal corners on both sides, which does not conform to the aesthetics of modern people.

But he has a natural aura of a superior person. Even if he is sick, he only puts his left hand behind his waist and beats his spine slowly, without showing haggard.

Shun stared at the golden bronze tripod under his seat, pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then asked, "Gao Mi, I sent you to control the water, why did you come back early?"

Dayu didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately explained a series of things that happened in the search for Yinglong in a concise manner.

When Shun heard the name of his father, Di Jun, he paused with his left hand, beating his back, "How could my father design to kill you, a kid?"

He was still very young, and he hadn't thought about the matter of abdication a hundred years later. He speculated on the reason why Di Jun made a move, and his tone of conversation became two points cold.

Dayu didn't seem to notice the king's indifference, so he apologized respectfully, and told how they quickly returned to the king's city.

It is rare for gods to come to earth.

Shun raised his eyes in surprise, got up slowly with the red jade in his hand, pointed to the person beside Dayu and asked, "Who is the messenger of the ghost mother?"

Fenghuang stepped back calmly and pushed Fei Mingqiu out of the team.

Fei Mingqiu babbled nonsense skillfully: "...It's me."

Shun let out a cry, and quickly ordered someone to bring wine.

After Dayu came to the throne in his later years, he issued a "Prohibition on Alcohol". In fact, the earliest wine was not originally for drinking and entertainment.

Wine was an official sacrificial item in the Yao and Shun era, and it was a medium for the ancients to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth, made by consuming precious food.

No wonder just now that Fenghuang said that he would go to the city for a drink, Dayu and the others did not refute, but warmly welcomed them.

No matter how unpalatable the brewed wine is, it is reasonable and reasonable for the auspicious god, who symbolizes auspiciousness and peace, to name and taste the wine.

Fenghuang looked left and right, and finally waited for a cup of wine in a jade bowl, raised his sleeve and fanned the wind to sniff, "I'll share half of the bowl later."

He spoke in a moderate voice, just enough for all the nobles in the hall to hear clearly.

The ministers from the Gong Gong clan couldn't help frowning, talking head to head in low voices about what kind of madman this is.

Shun didn't take it seriously, "Anyone who comes is a guest, and he is allowed to drink. Gaomi, the matter of water control needs to be discussed by the elders and priests."

Dayu repeatedly said yes, and then introduced the purpose of Fei Mingqiu and his party.

Shun learned that there was an alliance between the Xia family and Fei Mingqiu, and accepted all kinds of handicrafts made by the players. As a reward, he gave an animal skin flag.

This flag has not yet been completed, and a special totem will be painted later, representing Wangcheng and Youyu's acceptance of the Fei tribe who is good at pottery.

What should I choose as the player's totem?

Fei Mingqiu released an announcement on the official website to openly call for totem ideas. The internal test players have one vote per person, and everyone can upload their works.

This is an offline event that inspires a sense of belonging and participation, and is fun for holographic gamers who emphasize teamwork.

The players queuing up in the outer city immediately became nervous when they heard the news, and they were quick-witted and asked for support on the spot.

Some of them had regrets about not being able to enter the Ming Hall today, and when they heard that they would be able to see Dayu's family later, their regrets were immediately forgotten.

Among the three saints of Yao, Shun and Yu, Dayu is a proper "C position" in the hearts of players.

Legend has it that Yu the Great passed through the house three times to control the floods but never entered - there are related texts in elementary school textbooks.

As a result, at least in the game "Waste", Dayu led thousands of players out of the city to the city with the Xia Clan and the Dangtu Clan.

The two cities are not far apart.

The crowd hiked through the thick and misty primeval forest, and saw the rammed city wall bathed in a halo of dark red and mournful beauty.

As soon as the shower stopped, the naked slaves knelt at the corner of the city wall to urgently repair the foundations that had been washed away by the rain, and threw the remaining waste back.

The Pixiu with a tiger face, antlers and a bear tail opened its mouth and swallowed it all together, burped, and whimpered obediently.

Taotie, who "voluntarily" acted as the mount of the Phoenix, sighed in disgust when he saw this.

There was light on the surface of the river, and he introduced it proudly: "Did you see it? Those are the mythical beasts that are only driven by our clan—Pixiu."

Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan nodded in cooperation.

Putting the beasts into the daily production and life of the tribe as non-recyclable trash cans, the future of Dayu's Youxia family is indeed immeasurable.

It can be said that this down-to-earth and innovative way of thinking is very similar to the players.

It is not without reason that people have had names and surnames since the Xia Dynasty for 5000 years.