Although Hangzhou's underground city is still in a state of exhaustion, disasters are now rampant on the surface, making it uninhabitable except for a few locations.
Therefore, the infrastructure in the underground city is actually quite complete.
In addition to these organizations that are recruiting new recruits, there are also quite a few residents wandering around here.
After walking through two streets under maintenance and a busy mahjong parlor, Zhuang Quan came to a somewhat dark area.
This is a black street. As the name suggests, it is a special street that cannot turn on high-power power due to equipment. Now it has naturally become the first choice area for gray transactions.
You must know that although we are still in the braking era, we are still five years away from the acceleration era, which is the timeline when the earth will completely leave the orbit and fly outside the solar system.
However, the completion time of the first batch of underground cities actually dates back to 2039, so this black street has only existed for a dozen years.
Because what we are doing is not illegal, and the things we sell are useful to the entire area and even the surrounding areas, this place has existed as a place where the people do not care about the officials.
Zhuang Quan was brought here twice by Li Miao, saying that he wanted him to familiarize himself with the situation here so that he could help him with things next time. Now that he thinks about it, Li Miao has clearly given up on his death and is trying to keep him alone!
He thought with some regret and melancholy, and then he was blocked by a guard with thick arms here.
"Yeah!" He pointed at Zhuang Quan's badge nameplate and waved his hand.
Zhuang Quan nodded knowingly and carefully put away the badge nameplate, "Thanks for the reminder!"
Although no one is stupid enough to use a badge to impersonate themselves, in the electronic age it can be seen through with a simple scan.
But the people here are mixed and the area is chaotic. If someone really steals it and uses it to open a few doors, or something goes wrong, you, the owner of the badge and nameplate, will also be jointly and severally liable.
Liu Qi and Han Duoduo in The Wandering Earth 1 used a similar method to escape from the dungeon, but that era was more advanced, with the technology of forging identity plates.
After Zhuang Quan received the nameplate and confirmed that he had missed nothing, he walked into this dark and deep street with his bag on his back.
The place is still bustling with people, but it is more cautious and conservative. Some shops are open like this, but they don't open the door, just waiting for some people to walk by and knock on the door.
In some places farther away, there are still people setting up street stalls, but these people have their faces covered and wear black clothes. It seems that they are hiding their identities.
That's not what Zhuang Quan was looking for, so he didn't take a closer look. He continued walking along the road, passing the shop area and the stall area, and came to a darker place.
Although it is dark here, there is a red lantern hanging. Under the lantern, there is a man wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, standing quietly like this.
He nodded slightly, this is it, the Black Street Agency.
It is said that this is a place run by a second-generation man with great hands and eyes. It does not do any physical business. The only business is to find people, or in other words, brokers.
This is Zhuang Quan's purpose. What he needs is a stable source of financial resources and a place where he can make his voice heard, not a brief transaction.
As for things that will be feared, manipulated and even controlled if there are too many transactions in the future, there is a saying. If he is manipulated even if he has a golden finger, then his life is too much of a failure, and it would be better to die!
So, he walked directly in without even looking at the guards on the side.
There was a faint light in the agency, but there were no people there. The seats where people were supposed to be talking were all empty. In front of the counter in the center, there was a middle-aged man sitting at the counter who was playing with his mobile phone.
"We don't accept anything here, sir!" the middle-aged man reminded when he saw Zhuang Quan's image.
Zhuang Quan nodded: "I know, I'm here to find someone!"
"Welcome to the Black Street Agency, I am the store manager Song Yang!" the man said immediately. Since he is here to find someone, he naturally knows the rules here, and he is his customer.
"Manager Song, I'm looking for a gentleman who can talk to me at school, and a customer who can help me digest some daily necessities!" Zhuang Quan said, directly explaining his purpose.
Song Yang nodded and turned on the computer next to him. In this era, he was using a computer from decades ago, which seemed a bit inconsistent.
But Zhuang Quan also knows that a large number of advanced technologies and high-tech equipment are now used in dungeons and planetary engines. As for the things they use themselves, they are all old goods that have been eliminated many years ago.
This style, similar to wasteland punk, is actually the daily routine of the entire wandering earth.
Song Yang raised his head, "You know the rules, right?"
"I know!" Zhuang Quan nodded and handed over a pack of cigarettes, "I got it from the supermarket in Shanghai. It's 50 years old. It's authentic!"
"Go to the Dao!" Song Yang took it with a smile, "You need to explain clearly what is required!"
"A little girl of four or five years old, I hope to find a school for her to go to. After all, you know these days, we are so busy, we can only stay in school!"
Song Yang glanced at him, his expression softened, and handed him an envelope, "Is it from the rescue team? That's quite simple. I won't accept anything from you. Just take this letter and go to the principal in your area."
Got it!"
"Why is this?" Zhuang Quan was stunned.
"Our boss said that you have to be conscientious when doing things!" Song Yang raised his head, "The people in the rescue team are risking their lives to save people, and they have to spend their own money to raise orphans. If they are being paid, are they human?
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"Thank you very much!" Zhuang Quan nodded, "As for the merchant..."
"This is the bulk. The goods from the rescue team are getting less and less now. Are you the last batch?" Song Yang seemed to be asking him, and seemed to be answering himself, "Yes, the last batch at this time."
, once you pass, it will be difficult to get these goods!"
He handed a list in his hand to Zhuang Quan, "Take this and go to No. 13 Black Street and find Lao Zhao. Just tell him that Song Yang introduced him. He will understand!"
"Old rules, 10%, you take out the things yourself, we won't dig it!" He was very confident in his words, "But no one on this street has cheated us and we can do business, you should understand!"
Zhuang Quan nodded. He naturally understood this. They said that his hands and eyes were very good here. Before he grew up, he would not make such a stupid mistake.
"This is your 10%!" He put the prepared package into a plastic bag and handed it to the other party.
"Plastic bag? I said you dug up that warehouse!" Song Yang teased, Zhuang Quan didn't say anything, closed the opening of his backpack, turned around and left.
Song Yang looked at his back with a curious expression, "It's not easy to find plastic bags these days!"
He pulled these things, his expression suddenly became a little solemn, and then he carefully put them away, carrying the bag and walked into the room.
So many daily chemicals are products from before the era of planetary engines. After all, plastics were not used as packaging in this era, but silicon compounds extracted from stones!
Zhuang Quan walked out of the agency and broke into a cold sweat!
He also thought about this, and it was difficult to guarantee that these people would not have any unreasonable associations.
It's hard to find out about time travel, but it would be very difficult to guess that he has a warehouse address from decades ago, and then someone would take advantage of him while he was traveling!
Forget it, don’t leave the dungeon until you have the ability to protect yourself!
Zhuang Quan tightened the straps of his backpack and walked into No. 13 Black Street.
