Spy Family

On May 11, Standard Interstellar Era 300, humans on the seven planets celebrated the annual Earth Day together. The lively scene was broadcast live across space. Although there was a delay of a few minutes, it was harmless.

Like many festivals, this day was originally an anniversary of tragedy - 300 years ago, the earth's civilization was destroyed, and only a few humans were left to continue to thrive on the newly developed planet - year after year, the tragedy gradually faded away After that, the festival was retained and became one of the important dates alongside New Year's Day.

The grandest festival scene is the high-altitude electromagnetic fireworks display. At dusk, when the wind is light and the clouds are clear, colorful pictures begin to appear in the sky. The theme changes every year and lasts for several hours. During peak hours, it can often cover dozens or even hundreds of square kilometers. , and there are more than one, ensuring that residents everywhere can enjoy this beautiful scenery as long as they raise their heads.

This is also a time when several major planets compete for strength. They compete secretly. Even if they can't compete, they can't appear too weak.

"It's all money." Shao Yunyuan, the barber, looked up for a while and felt his neck hurt, so he said this and turned back to the shop.

At this moment, Shao Yunyuan didn't know that a huge pie was about to fall on his head.

He is from Zhai Wangxing. He lives in the old town of Zhai Jing City and owns a medium-sized barber shop. He entered this business when he was twenty-three years old and has been working for more than twenty years. His business is becoming more and more stable year by year, and his body is getting better and better. Each month is becoming more generous, and the beard and hair are getting thinner day by day. The only thing that remains unchanged is the craftsmanship, which is still as mediocre as before. It has long been unable to keep up with the popular fashion, and the machines in the shop are also obsolete products from more than ten years ago.

In this regard, Shao Yun is willing to have his own explanation: Barbering is a job done by machines, and artificial haircuts are just a gimmick. After working for a long time, compared with the machine, there is only one percent difference, and it may not be as good as the machine. A real barber should It is the abbreviation of psychological expert-psychological barber expert.

To put it more bluntly, a barber's main job should be to chat with his customers. Shao Yun would like to call it "social organizing activities". He is like the master who controls the scene at a party, creating topics, guiding topics, adding fuel to the fire, or taking the piss out of the pot. , ensuring that every guest can participate and enjoy an hour or two of fun.

There are not many customers who accept this trick. The poor have no objection to machine haircuts, as long as the price is low. As for the customers who can afford it, they are still willing to accept the "gimmick" of artificial haircuts and pay more for the one percent difference. Several times, dozens of times the price.

Shao Yun's dream of moving out of the old city and into a new center never materialized.

He has long been accustomed to the somewhat sad thought that "life will never get better".

The store is not big, arranged in a semicircle, with seven seats evenly placed. Behind the three in the middle are hairdressing machines. One is considered to be in good condition, but one will have some minor problems from time to time, causing embarrassment to both the host and the guest. One was reduced to a decoration, could not be repaired, and was not moved.

Because it was a holiday, there were more guests than usual, and all seven chairs were occupied. Most of them were old neighbors nearby, who were used to getting haircuts and chatting here. This was one of the few hobbies they could afford.

There were two strange customers. They both looked young and were incompatible with the decaying atmosphere of the store, but they did not have the vigor of young people. They sat there hardly moving, did not open their mouths to participate in the conversation, and rarely made eye contact with others, as if Tourists who are tired from walking on the street take a haircut as an excuse and go into the shop to rest for a while.

No matter what, they had to pay when they left. This was the only reason why Shao Yunyuan didn't open his mouth to chase them away.

The other five people, all regular customers, were arguing passionately about which firework display was the most exciting.

The argument had been going on for a while, and it was entering the boring stage. No one could convince the other, and the tone gradually became more angry.

Shao Yunyuan came back just in time and immediately changed the subject, "After all, it is electricity and money. This year it is a seven-star competition, next year it will be an eight-star competition."

Even on a day when the whole nation is celebrating, "Eight Stars" is still a hot topic.

"It's really unexpected. A planet developed more than 300 years ago, which should have been proven to have failed or was completely forgotten, suddenly appears and is said to have entered a mature stage and is acceptable. Have humans immigrated? I feel something is wrong, there is something fishy here." Shao Yunyuan added, pointing the way to the topic.

"Conspiracy" always attracts people's hearts. One person starts it, and others follow, and they develop all kinds of incredible theories.

What attracted people's hearts more than conspiracy was wealth. The topic quickly turned to the value of new planets. From time to time, someone's eyes were blank for a few seconds. That was when he was retrieving the news that had just been released through the chip in his body, adding new material to the chat.

At this moment, a tempting corner of the huge pie was revealed.

"Hey, did you see it?" A regular customer's voice suddenly rose with excitement, "The Star Alliance has just made a decision to determine the ownership of the new planet according to the inheritance law!"

"Which company is so lucky? Perhaps it has ceased to exist a long time ago, right?"

"It's not a company, it's a family that owns the company, or just a certain person..."

Suddenly, everyone in the store suddenly shut up and stared blankly. A large amount of news appeared on the Internet like a volcanic eruption, with at least one exclamation point after the title.

"Yixing Company... I've never heard of it."

"The company is gone a long time ago. There is one major shareholder and many small shareholders. The one who benefits the most should be the major shareholder, right?"

"Of course. The major shareholder's surname is Shao, and the successor... is being determined, but there will definitely be one."

"There is an entire planet, and the machines on it, as well as the Guangye Farm, all belong to the Shao family? This is too outrageous."

"It's been three hundred years. There must be a lot of descendants of the Shao family, right? Besides, there are other shareholders as well. I'm afraid there must be hundreds of thousands of descendants."

"The news that just came out said that New Planet was originally developed by Shaw Brothers with family funds and is not owned by Yixing Group."

"The whole planet is owned by just one family? Really... Hey, Lao Yun, isn't your surname Shao? Could you be one of the heirs?"

"Haha..." Shao Yunyuan smiled a little fakely, "If I were the heir, I would give each of you a lifetime free haircut coupon."

"How stingy."

"It's dark outside, but Lao Yun is still daydreaming. With such a big company, the descendants of the Shaw family should be a big family by now, so how can they be involved in the barbering business?"

The guests laughed, and Shao Yunyuan laughed along with him. Accepting ridicule was an important part of his job. He was used to it, but today he felt a little uncomfortable.

The guests chatted and chatted, and after it became completely dark, they left one by one. The two strange young people finally stood up and paid obediently without saying a word of nonsense.

Shao Yunyuan managed to remain calm, but in fact he was so distracted that he lost most of his judgment and did not notice the strange look cast by the strange guest before leaving.

It was just an hour into the night, and people were coming and going on the streets outside. The electromagnetic fireworks in the air were still going on. Shao Yunxiang had no intention of doing business anymore, so he locked the door, turned off the lights, covered the windows, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and found a microcomputer that had not been used for a long time. Then I sat down in a chair and started searching my family tree.

He was very cautious and did not use the chip inside his body.

The Shaw family did not have a ready-made family tree, so they had to go back through birth certificates, and they could only look up their own genealogy.

Half an hour later, Shao Yun wanted to stop the microcomputer and sit still. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

It was confirmed that he was really a descendant of the Shaw family. Coincidentally, the chairman of Yixing Development Group in the Earth Age was named Shao Xinyuan, only one word different from the eighth generation grandson's name.

It seems that only one granddaughter of this chairman was lucky enough to escape the disaster and lived in Zhai Wangxing. Shao Yunyuan is her descendant. After many twists and turns, she has always stubbornly retained the "Shao" surname.

"It turns out it was just for this day." Shao Yunyuan suddenly had a thin layer of sweat on his body. His arms loosened and the microcomputer fell to the ground. He jumped up and walked in circles instead of picking up things on the ground. It's big and fast, but the small store becomes increasingly cramped.

There are still many things that cannot be determined, such as how many descendants of the Shaw family are there? How are inheritance rights distributed? Will the Star Alliance's decision change again...

But the joy has already swelled, filled the heart chambers, overflowed the body, and was looking for openings everywhere to rush out of the room.

"Maybe it's all in vain." Shao Yunyuan murmured. He had to pour some cold water on himself, but he couldn't keep calm anyway, so he unlocked the door and joined the crowd outside.

The streets were packed with people and the traffic flowed slowly like thick syrup.

The fireworks show in mid-air was not over yet. At this time, a giant spaceship appeared, more than ten kilometers long, almost suspended.

It is impossible for a real spaceship to be so close to the planet. This illusion is extremely realistic and seems to weigh heavily on the city at any time.

Shao Yunyuan was not very interested in the spaceship at first, but now he looked up and admired it for a while, because it suddenly occurred to him that he might soon own such a behemoth.

Not just the spaceship, everything had a different meaning in his eyes. For example, the pedestrians and vehicles on the street were part of his life not long ago, but now they have become much smaller. Shao Yunyuan even felt that he was "looking down" on all living beings.

Someone bumped into him, turned around and cursed, blaming him for standing still for no reason.

Shao Yun smiled and was too lazy to respond. His thoughts were flying to the eighth planet that had not yet been officially named. Even if he only had one ten thousandth of the share, it would be an unimaginable huge wealth, far beyond this street. On, no, on the entire King Zhai planet, all personal assets.

The old city is full of entertainment venues, most of which are cheap. Shao Yun is willing to pass by and go to a relatively high-end bar three streets away.

The waiters here are all living humans. Unlike other places, charging and serving wine are all automated systems, and there are not even human-shaped machines.

The high price did not deter customers. The bar was crowded with young people, and the noise kept irritating the eardrums. Shao Yun wanted to squeeze in the crowd to get a glass of wine. He stood outside the counter and took a sip. He was disappointed to find that it was no better than a cheap bar. Delicious.

There are five waiters busy behind the long counter, their movements skillful and efficient, almost like robots.

After only drinking a glass of wine, Shao Yun was willing to leave in a hurry and return to the street, silently lamenting that his time was gone. He thought back then, like these young people, he would go to every amusement place in groups and spend half the night. Can spend a week's income.

He continued to go in and out of bars, one after another, drinking at most two drinks, staying away from his neighborhood so as not to run into anyone he knew.

Tonight, he didn't want to meet with acquaintances, and he might never meet again in the future. He thought that if he made adjustments quickly, he would be able to meet some people, especially those who had underestimated him.

He had three love experiences, but none of them were successful. He often regretted this, but now he can only feel happy.

"Their expressions must be very interesting when they see the news." Shao Yunyuan whispered, drinking an extra drink for each of his ex-girlfriends.

After coming out of the tenth bar, he was already drunk, his steps staggered, his mind fell back from the clouds a little, and he seriously considered how to use the wealth he was about to acquire, designing future houses one by one...

Unknowingly, Shao Yun is willing to go deep into the core of the old city. It is full of tall buildings older than him. The streets are full of potholes filled with water, but some of the best small shops are hidden among them. They offer high quality and low prices. You can meet interesting people.

Shao Yunyuan hasn't been here for a long time. Tonight, he wants to relax completely.

He is the descendant of the Shao family and the heir to a planet. Shao Yunyuan is certain about this. He believes that he will get official notification soon, and he will never be so relaxed again.

There are far fewer pedestrians in this area, and there is often light only dozens of meters away. Shao Yun is not afraid. He knows the streets here well and will not get lost even with his eyes closed.

A group of teenagers, about seven or eight people, walked towards them. Shao Yun wanted to get out of the way no matter how drunk he was. Groups of teenagers have always been one of the three major nuisances in the old city, and no one wanted to fight with them.

The teenagers laughed for no reason. They had obviously passed by each other. One of them turned around, spat on the ground, and asked loudly: "Old guy, how to get to the funeral parlor?"

The teenagers laughed louder. Shao Yunyuan did not dare to reply or even take another look, but he had already made a decision in his heart. These people would never be welcomed in the new planet, let alone build a bunch of high-rise buildings. They would become unscrupulous in a few years. A teenager's playground.

Shao Yunyuan was hit, neither lightly nor seriously. The man didn't apologize and walked past quickly. He couldn't tell his age and appearance, and he didn't know if he was one of the gang of teenagers.

Shao Yunyuan stood against the wall for a while, feeling dizzy. He wanted to have another drink and go home, but he could not move.

Someone ran over and roughly grabbed his right arm.

Shao Yunyuan lost his last bit of strength and slowly sat down along the wall. With the dim light, he saw a slightly familiar face. He quickly remembered that this was one of the two strange customers sitting in his shop at dusk. one.

There were footsteps approaching again, and another strange guest also appeared, with an obvious look of surprise on his face.

"You did it!" the latecomer said in a low voice.

"Idiot, how could it be me?" The first arrival released his palm, took half a step back, and looked in the direction where the teenagers disappeared.

Shao Yunyuan felt strange. He tried to force out a professional smile, but was unable to do so. He looked down for a while and finally recognized that a large dark stain on his clothes was actually blood, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

How strange, he thought, never looking up again.

The two strangers looked at each other and suddenly ran away in opposite directions. The giant spaceship in mid-air had just dissipated and was showing the eighth planet to be inherited. It was much smaller in size. The buildings on it were still clearly visible and could even be seen. To the slowly squirming mass of machinery and equipment.

(I will post officially today, one chapter earlier, one chapter later. For the remaining days of this month, I will post one chapter a day at 8 a.m., and I will post two updates a day from next month. Please forgive me, I have to take some time to get used to the rhythm again. .)