When Zhang Yunxi saw the old man walking in, he stood up and asked, "What did you say?"
When replying, Zhang Yunxi looked at the old man carefully again. He was probably in his early fifties, with gray hair, shaved very short, wearing sunglasses on his face, a slim motorcycle leather jacket on his upper body, and a singlet on his lower body.
Leg leather pants.
Why is it one-legged? Because his right leg is grafted with a black metal mechanical leg from the thigh down, also called a prosthetic leg.
This prosthetic limb is very different from the plastic prosthetic legs of decades ago. It is a mechanical limb that is connected to human neurons and can be controlled by the brain. Although it cannot be used as freely as the original limb, it generally fits well.
It must be above 70%, otherwise the hospital will not agree to the operation and rejection will occur.
In modern society, people with physical disabilities and relatively good economic conditions can choose to undergo prosthetic grafting, which is a symbol of the progress of medical science.
Zhang Yunxi has seen a lot of people with prosthetic limbs, but they usually hide them and don't want outsiders to see them. So like the old man, he exposed his shining mechanical legs and even wore one-legged trousers while riding a horse.
It's somewhat rare.
In addition, it was raining outside and this person was wearing sunglasses and was quite fashionable, which gave people a very strange feeling.
The old man walked slowly to Zhu Qizhen with his hands behind his back, took a cursory glance at the machine, and asked again: "Are you selling it?"
"Oh, this is not for sale." Zhang Yunxi came back to his senses.
The old man paused: "1.3 million, full payment after signing the contract."
"Haha, I'm sorry, this thing isn't mine, it's just kept here for two days." Zhang Yunxi refused without hesitation.
The old man looked at Zhang Yunxi: "My name is Weber. I own the 10:30 bar next door. I also live across from you. If you want to sell it, come to me at any time."
"...Oh, okay." Zhang Yunxi nodded with a smile.
The old man named Weber entered the room, said only two or three words, then turned and left.
Zhang Yunxi turned to look at Zhu Qizhen and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, I make nearly 400,000 more yuan every minute! The biggest problem in my life is that I am too kind...!"
After finishing the beer, Zhang Yunxi cheered up and continued working. He used an online delivery service to buy some cleaning supplies and tidied up the inside and outside of the warehouse and second-floor residence.
After finishing cleaning, it was already around seven o'clock in the evening. Zhang Yunxi ordered takeout, sat in the bedroom on the second floor to eat, and took out a dozen very small pinhole cameras from the package.
The packaging of this pinhole camera was very exquisite, with police logos and other stickers printed on it. He connected the camera's transmission signal to his microcomputer and immediately went downstairs.
Holding an umbrella, Zhang Yunxi walked on the surrounding small streets, placing cameras in some very hidden corners one by one.
After everything was done, Zhang Yunxi returned to his residence, turned on the holographic projection equipment, brought up the surveillance image, checked the clarity again, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
In the deserted room, there were almost no personal belongings of Zhang Yunxi, including the sleeping cabin and the connecting cabin to the eternal world. Zhang Yunxi didn't have time to buy it yet. He took a short rest and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
It's around nine o'clock in the evening.
Zhang Yunxi wiped her wet hair, lay on the bed and used her brain computer to connect to the world of immortality.
…
In the eternal world, in the city of freedom.
Zhang Yunxi was waiting on a swing for about ten minutes in a park on Lingjing Avenue.
"Weng!"
An air taxi flew over. Wei Wu opened the door and got out of the car, waving to Zhang Yunxi: "Hello, long time no see."
"Yes, I haven't seen you for more than ten hours. I miss you so much." Zhang Yunxi replied falsely.
Wei Wu bent down and sat on the swing next to Zhang Yunxi, and asked softly: "Have you finished installing it? You have to pass the connection signal to me..."
In the park, the cold wind blew slowly, the willow branches swayed wildly, and the full moon was bright in the sky. The two old men sat on the swing and conspired.
…
About half an hour later, Zhang Yunxi exited the connection and lay on the bed, beginning to feel sleepy. But he didn't know whether it was because he had experienced too many things during this period, or because he was far away from the hustle and bustle of the college, and living here alone was too lonely. In short,
He had some insomnia and was tossing and turning unable to sleep.
Slowly sitting up, Zhang Yunxi wore pajamas and looked out the window boredly.
In the bright neon city, some people have gotten off work and are hurriedly walking home; others are laughing and eating at roadside stalls, as if they are preparing to stay drunk...
Zhang Yunxi sat on the bed, looking at the bustling city, and suddenly felt a little yearning. He also noticed that there was a small bar called "10:30" next to the food stall.
Isn't this the one driven by Weber?
Zhang Yunxi paused for a moment, lifted off the blanket, got out of bed, changed his clothes, locked the door and left.
If you can't sleep, have a drink and feel the atmosphere of District 1.
After a while, Zhang Yunxi came to the street and bought a cheese shrimp ball. While eating, he came to the door of the bar at 10:30.
"Hello, how do you charge here?" Zhang Yunxi rarely went to nightclubs when he was in school, and he didn't understand the process of entering here.
"Tickets are 400mb, drinks are not included." A young man in a suit frowned and asked, "Have you never been here?"
"Yes, I just moved here. Is it so expensive?" Zhang Yunxi asked with some pain.
"Do you know where this place is?" the young man asked again.
"Of course I know that." Zhang Yunxi was stunned and replied.
"Today's single show will cost 400 tickets." The young man replied expressionlessly.
Zhang Yunxi didn't understand what the other party was talking about, but he really wanted to find a place with a better atmosphere to drink today, so after thinking about it, he swiped the data and bought a ticket to enter.
Two minutes later, the service staff at the door took Zhang Yunxi to the bar lobby. He turned around and looked at the surrounding scene. His first feeling was that he had been cheated.
The area of the bar is about more than 400 square meters, with two floors. The space is not particularly small, and the attendance rate is indeed very high. There can be more than 100 people upstairs and downstairs, more men and less women. And there are more women.
The quality of customers also fluctuates greatly. Women in their forties and fifties, as well as young girls in their twenties, can all be seen here.
There are a lot of people, so the atmosphere must be good, but the decoration of the bar is very ordinary. Solid wood bar, small round tables, seats covered in black leather, very primitive amplifier speakers, and very ugly-looking artificial bartenders.
This is what the bar looked like forty or fifty years ago. There is no sense of technology at all, and there are no AI waiters in sight.
Zhang Yunxi originally wanted to come over for a drink and look at the young and energetic girls, but he didn't expect that there weren't many girls and the environment was so bad. The most important thing was that there didn't seem to be a resident singer in this bar.
"Order drinks here." The waiter reminded me, pointing to the small bar next to him.
Zhang Yunxi stepped forward, picked up the wine list, glanced at it, and asked in shock: "Is it so expensive?"
The bartender replied calmly: "No one asked you to order ten thousand glasses of wine. Just order whatever suits you."
"The cheapest one is 166!" Zhang Yunxi replied looking at the wine list.
"...!" The other party did not answer.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a second. Zhang Yunxi looked back at the service staff and asked, "Can I refund the ticket?"
"Sorry, the tickets are non-refundable." The other party shook his head.
"Damn!" Zhang Yunxi sighed: "Let's have a cup of 166."
Five minutes later, Zhang Yunxi randomly picked a corner and sat down. He looked at a glass of pink pre-mixed wine in front of him and cursed the profiteer in his heart. With his IQ, it was not difficult to tell that the ingredients in this glass of wine were at best not very good.
More than twenty dollars.
Come and drink!
While Zhang Yunxi was tasting the pre-mixed wine, he turned to look around. At this time, he noticed that Weber, who had gone to the warehouse during the day, was sitting behind the largest bar, chatting with a man in his forties.
Outside the bar, a man in his forties was sitting on a high chair and said in a low voice: "Two more tiger whip injections, with a higher concentration."
Weber didn't reply. He reached out to open a drawer on the left side of the bar, took out a small brocade box and placed it on the table: "Produced by Asan, the latest model."
"How's the effect?" the man asked after taking the brocade box.
Weber thought about it for a moment: "It works quickly, lasts a long time, and strikes accurately. Everything that has been used says it is good. If you put in some effort, your wife might be pregnant next month."
The man nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, Godfather Wei!"
"Twelve thousand." Weber replied with a smile.
The man showed his watch and mobile phone and scanned the cash register on the table: "It's OK!"
"I wish you success in sowing seeds as soon as possible!" Weber raised his glass and gestured at the other party, then took a sip.
The man walked away, and Weber waved his hand to the side.
A middle-aged man in his thirties walked over, sat on a high chair and said: "Godfather Wei, there is a group in the wilderness area that is stuck...!"
Before he could finish speaking, the man who had just bought the potion returned the same way, waved his hand apologetically at the middle-aged man, and crossed the bar alone to pull Weber: "Godfather, I have a rather extreme problem..."
"
"Speak!" Weber replied.
"Apart from tigers, are there any donkeys... I want to break through myself!" the man asked shyly, lowering his head.
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Bar corner.
Zhang Yunxi drank half a glass of fake wine and felt that her brain was already dizzy.
At this moment, a woman in her thirties who was dressed very gorgeously came over and sat down opposite Zhang Yunxi.
The two looked at each other, and Zhang Yunxi showed an awkward smile: "What's wrong with you?"
"Are you leaving?" the woman asked softly.
"Where are you running?" Zhang Yunxi stretched his neck, his expression was very confusing.
"Customer information, Mrs. Li from Jiangbei District, fifty-four years old, widowed, we have negotiated, but in the long term, I will reimburse travel expenses, do you want to accept it?" the woman asked.
"What do you mean, doing housekeeping?" Zhang Yunxi waved his hand: "I won't accept it, I'm a student."
The woman glanced at the wine Zhang Yunxi was holding: "The price is pretty good!"
…
In the academy, Wei Wu also set up his own holographic projection equipment in the reading room.?