"If you were unfortunate enough to end up in the Gobi Desert, or in the desert, and you could only bring the following three items with you except the clothes and shoes you currently carry with you, which ones would you choose?
A, a young, beautiful, plump, obedient blonde bunny girl, pure natural, 36D, the kind that wears very little.
B, a two-year-old shepherd dog, breed is Border Collie.
C, a latest mobile phone with 100% battery capacity; a warm reminder, it is pre-installed with a number of classic stand-alone games, many of which require payment.
D, a machete, the specific model is Malay machete type.
E, a bundle of rope one hundred meters long.
F, a box of old-fashioned matches, Botou brand, and a pack of sand cigarettes.
G, a pack of compressed biscuits, scallion oil flavor, single pack net weight 118 grams.
H, a two-liter bottle of 82-year-old Bingkuola, a must-have product in the hot summer. Anyone who drinks it will know.
J, an ax..."
When Xin Shu opened his phone, he saw clearly that the latest message he received was not what he expected, but instead it was Hu Biao's nonsense like the one above.
Immediately, in anger, he cursed fiercely:
"Ask me what to choose? I choose your grandma's mouth~"
It is true that Hu Biao used bad language in an uncivilized manner, but based on his current bad experience, it seems to be somewhat understandable.
Hu Biao, male, 28 years old, is unmarried. To be more precise, he is a single guy who doesn’t even have a serious girlfriend. His current occupation is a rider in a certain group.
As for what happened before that, it was pretty awesome.
Since graduating from a certain Sanben University, Hu Biao has held multiple jobs.
For example, insurance salesmen and real estate agents who wear suits and collars every day, salesmen at the Fourth Son Store, and clerks in small companies doing odd jobs.
There are also reserve cadres from a certain factory, a small owner of a late-night snack stall selling fried rice noodles, etc.
Among the many jobs mentioned above, some lasted for more than half a year, while some lasted only half a month before running away with a bucket.
The reason for this is not that Hu Biao, who was born in the urban-rural fringe of a small county town, cannot bear the hardships of that job, but to use a popular sentence on the Internet:
His stomach is not good, so he really can't digest the big pie painted by his boss.
Finally, half a year ago, Hu Biao came to the Qingpu area of the magical city, spent more than 1,000 yuan to buy a second-hand electric donkey, and became a glorious rider.
What is the specific description of the job of the rider boy?
The hard work is hard work. If you want to earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, you only need to pay a few dollars in orders and accumulate the hard-earned money bit by bit.
Fortunately, the overall advantage is that I am relatively free. I don't have to clock in on time every day and endure all kinds of distractions in the workplace.
Besides, most PhD students are delivering food and working hard to make money in order to survive. It is not shameful to neither invest nor rob.
It's just that in this world, there is no perfect job. Even if there is one, it is not delivering food; no! Tonight, Hu Biao encountered something quite heart-wrenching.
At about 2:06 in the morning, Hu Biao took an order on the platform.
The content of the order was to send a portion of noodles with scallion oil and a portion of pan-fried buns to a place in Jinze Town, the most remote area in Qingpu. From Hu Biao's current location, it was about ten kilometers away.
But this order is considered an errand, and you can earn 15 yuan on the platform.
At that time, I thought it was too far, but after finishing this order, Hu Biao, who just went back to sleep, did not think too much and took it decisively.
The first half of the subsequent errands went relatively smoothly.
Even on the way to the delivery, the customer who placed the order added some strange requests; in addition to bringing him a pack of hard-packed Huazi cigarettes, he also had to buy a tube of Mayinglong hemorrhoid ointment.
Judging from the tone of his voice, he seemed to be quite anxious.
In his six-month career as a rider, Hu Biao had seen stranger requests than this, and he didn't pay any attention to these additional requests.
The only problem is that during this seemingly ordinary errand run, Hu Biao was a little overconfident about the battery of his second-hand electric donkey that had been used for several years.
When we were still 1.5 kilometers away from the delivery address, the eDonkey ran out of power while running.
What should we do? Of course we should leave the small electric stove behind and walk all the way over to get those things in hand.
Otherwise, if the other party cancels the order and leaves a negative review, he will lose at least 200 yuan in errand fees, meal expenses, money to buy Huazi cigarettes and Mayinglong hemorrhoid ointment, and fines from the platform.
Doesn't it mean that most of today's work was wasted?
So, at around two o'clock in the morning, somewhere on the edge of the magical city of Qingpu, on a deserted and almost dead street, Hu Biao began to measure the road with his footsteps, and walked towards his destination with a bang.
Then, when we were still seven or eight hundred meters away from the delivery point.
Hu Biao received a series of bad news from the platform, customer chargebacks due to timeout, and negative reviews.
Then, no matter what he did, Hu Biao called the customer, hoping that the other party would not be able to accept the Huazi cigarettes and Mayinglong hemorrhoid ointment. He found that the other party had ruthlessly shut down his phone.
What a guy! I didn’t even give him a chance to save myself.
So, when he was in such a anxious and angry situation, he suddenly received a message.
I opened it with full of surprises, but found out that after some deceptive content at the beginning, I started cursing on the spot, which seemed quite understandable...
****
No matter how hard and bullshit it is, life goes on.
Hu Biao, who was sitting on the edge of the curb, smoked a sand cigarette depressedly, and finally accepted that most of the takeout he had eaten today was for nothing.
And basically adjusted the bad mood in my heart.
While cursing, he opened the takeout box next to him, took out the scallion noodles and pan-fried buns, and started eating and drinking with the half-pot of cold water left in the kettle.
Otherwise? These food platforms have deducted his money, so it can't be wasted in vain, right?
Besides, later he still needs to push the battery car to the next place where it can be charged. God knows how far he has to push it back. He has to have some physical reserves.
In this way, Hu Biao was actually a little hungry after staying up until now. It took him a few minutes to finish the two portions of food.
Perhaps after eating and drinking enough, his body gradually warmed up and his mood became more peaceful. Anyway, while Hu Biao was relaxing with a cigarette after the meal, he was actually in the mood to think of the message he had just received.
a message.
Information similar to this, or some similar statements.
This is not the first time that Hu Biao, who often surfs the Internet, has encountered this; there are always people posting this assumption on the forum that if you choose, you have not chosen, and if you choose, it is useless and impossible to happen.
The amazing thing is that there are actually many netizens who are too full to eat and have nothing to do, and they always choose between serious things.
In order to prove that their choice was more reasonable, they even started to spray each other with others across the network cable; the spraying made the building tilt, and it turned into cordial greetings between each other.
Of course, Hu Biao would do the above things as much as he could after he was full.
After Hu Biao reopened his phone, he instinctively wanted to be as clever as before, write three A, A, A in a row, and reply with three A's directly.
Isn't it just a whole life? It's like no one knows how to do it.
But before sending the message out, Hu Biao somehow got serious and deleted the three ‘A’s that he originally typed.
Replaced with D, G, and H, which are three more reasonable choices: machete, compressed biscuit, and ice cream.
Hu Biao thought this way: among the above choices, machetes can be used for self-defense and as tools, and biscuits and ice cream can be used to satisfy hunger and quench thirst.
If you want to make a fire, the environment in the Gobi Desert should be quite dry, and it should be relatively simple to drill wood to make a fire.
Therefore, Hu Biao believes that there is nothing wrong with the above choices.
After sending the message, Hu Biao wanted to go back with the takeout box on his back and go to his little eDonkey first to start a long process of pushing the cart.
The problem is that in the next second, something that cannot be explained by science suddenly happened to Hu Biao.
On the deserted streets, where a car often passed by in a hurry every few minutes, a series of "cracklings" sounded suddenly and strangely in Hu Biao's head, just like the sound of an old typewriter hitting the keyboard.
At the same time, a string of even vague and dim square characters slowly floated through Hu Biao's mind:
"The initial item selection is completed. The selection results will take effect immediately according to the system operation rules. The relevant trial personnel Hu Biao will start the transmission immediately."
In addition to the above, some more terrifying things also happened.
That was when Hu Biao found that his entire body was disappearing rapidly; starting from his feet and going up, he was disappearing very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, only half of his legs disappeared, leaving less than a third.
This process was definitely based on the professional instinct of the rider; Hu Biao immediately grabbed the strap of the takeout box next to him in his hand.
Rider brother! There are people and takeaways here, so the above operations are completely understandable.
At the moment when the whole person disappeared completely, Hu Biao, who was also a senior lover of Internet literature, had already somewhat reacted.
He was basically sure that he had encountered something similar to the plot of the Internet, that is, similar to the infinite flow, or these events in Zhu Tianwen.
According to the relevant plot routines, if this kind of thing can be overcome, the whole village will come to eat.
"What the heck! According to the routine in the Internet article, when the system recruits strong men, there are usually at least several people? Isn't there really a fool who chooses three 'A's in a row?"
After all, bunny girls are also rabbits, and rabbits are so cute, who can resist them?"
Before completely disappearing from this world, Hu Biao miraculously thought of this in his wild thoughts...
