The Pearl River is a large city with a long history. At night, it is a paradise on earth.
A city has bright high-rise buildings, but it also has dirty and old slums.
Most of the slums are inhabited by immigrants with poor economic conditions. The buildings are old, the corridors are crowded, and the sound insulation effect is even worse.
In a dark room less than 20 square meters, there is a bed, a computer desk, and a shabby computer chair. A person sits on the chair. The light is dim, which lengthens his shadow and makes him feel very lonely.
It was already eleven o'clock, and the pile driver and strange sounds came from the next room. Since one man and one woman lived next door, there was no shortage of such moments.
The man sitting in front of the computer frowned and stood up, shook hands into fists, hammered the wall, and shouted, "Could you please keep it quiet?"
A woman's cursing voice came from the other side. Instead of converging, the volume was increased.
Chu Liang sat down on the chair in a dejected manner. The dim light of the computer screen shone on the slightly fat and gaunt face, and his eyes were deeply helpless.
In addition to being plump and fat, the facial features of that face are pretty and upright. In addition, the skin is too white, but it seems a bit gloomy. Fortunately, the eyebrows and eyes are like stars and swords, which adds some fortitude and fortitude that only men can have.
He mumbled to open the computer and whispered to himself, "If you make money, you have to leave this place quickly."
As soon as I opened the communication software after the computer was turned on normally, I only heard a sound of "drip" from the headset.
These messages were all sent by one person:
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"Why is your mobile phone turned off? I got a reply. Hurry up, my friend left you a fat job."
"Brother, you are on the line, and there is a great hurry..."
After reading these urging messages, Chu Liang tapped the keyboard and replied, "Here we are. I overslept today."
Shortly after the text message was sent, the other person's gray head jumped up: "I can go to sleep if you don't return. OK, it's the old rule. A document has been sorted out and sent to you. I have something to do."
Chu Liang accepted the document sent by the other party. After opening it, there were some words, pictures and links.
He just glanced at the content of the document and stopped looking at it. He opened the instant noodles while clicking the link download address.
The download time was shorter than Chu Liang thought. He put down his instant noodles, exhaled with satisfaction, lit a cigarette and opened the downloaded content.
A window with beautiful pictures is introduced, and two input boxes are placed in the middle, which is the login interface of a game.
Chu Liang cocked his head and said to himself, "Why haven't you seen this game before? It's new. It seems very good. At least it won't be so boring for a while."
Playing games is Chu Liang's profession. Of course, he is not a professional player, or a high-profile high player such as the anchor, but a supporter of online games.
This profession is very valuable for many people who love online games, but in fact, to be a qualified trustee is far from playing games.
As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a free lunch. Why should game platforms ask for help? That's because of the Krypton gold that can make those local tyrant players work harder.
A poorly made, even skin changing game can make people recharge millions, of which the credit is not small.
In short, if there is no trust, a garbage online game can be a big brother with thousands of yuan. However, invincible is lonely. There is no target to pursue, no target to compare, and no trust of superb acting skills. These high-quality "players" will soon be lost.
After finding the internal account password from the document and logging in, it is the role creation interface. Chu Liang plays too many games of this kind and knows its routines well. No matter what occupation, if he has money, it is awesome. He also has no obsessive-compulsive disorder. He chooses a role at random and takes the name of Kushuai to enter the game.
Dangtuo has lost interest in major online games for half a year. He didn't particularly like playing games, but he was forced to do so by life.
When entering the game, the picture is more exquisite than most online games on the market. People with full screens can see that the game is hot at the moment.
However, in Chu Liang's opinion, except for the name of a valuable martial arts masterpiece, the rest of the game seems to be the same as those tricks he has been exposed to.
The name of the game is Xiaoao Jianghu. The style of the game is Q version. In today's game world, there are 80 or 100 such games. The only thing to be commended is that the game has really put some effort into the picture.
After completing the main line according to the routine, you will be promoted to level 10 successfully. A huge window pops up with beautiful patterns and a row of words: you can get the following props after the first recharge.
A set of equipment of up to 30 levels that will be upgraded with the role level.
Double experience pill gift pack.
A cute companion pet.
……
Chu Liang did not look carefully. He directly clicked the recharge interface, but there was no payment option. Instead, he directly recharged successfully, with a small line: "Recharged successfully, the remaining amount today is 4994."
Put on the backpack full of equipment and continue the mission, only to find a large number of players gathered in front, including more than 30 large players.
"There are elite monsters in front. If you can't fight them, you can join the sect for free."
Chu Liang walked in, looked at the dead bodies at the foot of the monster, and smiled slightly.
Ding: Equipment strengthening succeeded
Ding: The whole body strengthens 12, and the special effects of the suit are turned on!
Players who had always signed up for the game suddenly saw a shining guy coming out of the crowd.
With Guangwu in his hand, he trotted past the crowd and chopped the BOSS to death. Then the handsome Lian Zhan refused to pick up the booty and looked at the guys looking for someone in the distance.
"The local tyrant is awesome."
"Brother, do you still have a seat on your leg? I'm a girl, so please take me with you."
"It's good to have money."
"Brother, take me as your younger brother."
One day's work is nothing more than to create a gang, find some developable players to make good relations, and upgrade step by step.
It was seven o'clock in the morning when it was light. Chu Liang turned off his computer, washed up and went to bed.
Chu Liang's work and rest time is around the clock. Sometimes he is short of money. He often works from five o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the morning. Sometimes he is not so short of money. Qin Tian is not so diligent.
This sleep was very deep. It seemed that I heard someone talking, but I couldn't hear what was said.
He woke up confused and looked at his mobile phone. It was only 2:30 p.m. when Chu Liang rolled over and wanted to continue sleeping, but he was completely sleepy.
In desperation, I had to stand up and sit for ten minutes. After getting over it, I washed myself, stepped on the double flip flop and went downstairs.
It was sunny and cool in autumn downstairs. Chu Liang felt better in such a fine weather. He bought several barrels of instant noodles downstairs and some vegetables at the nearby vegetable market, and went home.
He listlessly washed the vegetables he bought and turned on the induction cooker in the crowded kitchen to prepare for cooking.
The kitchen here is actually a small single room of seven or eight square meters. The windows are small, airless, and the lampblack is uncomfortable, so Chu Liang doesn't like cooking very much. As for taking out food, he doesn't have the condition to eat every day, so he has to eat instant noodles to satisfy his hunger.
Chu Liang's cooking is really poor. Most of the time, he can't even swallow the food he cooks.
But this time, when he moved his chopsticks, he was stunned. He bowed his head and ate a few more mouthfuls. Then he stared at the small green vegetables in the bowl and said in a suspicious tone: "I made this?"
You should know that in the past, when Chu Liang ate his own food, he always felt uncomfortable with his nose pinched like taking medicine. If his body didn't need fresh vegetables, he would rather live in noodles.
After eating a few more mouthfuls, Chu Liang sighed, "It seems that my cooking skill has also improved. Oh, who said that I have no talent, practice makes perfect. Oh, it's delicious."
After dinner, Chu Liang turned on the computer and continued his boring work. Time passed quickly. It began to rain outside, and he didn't rest until it was slightly light. Chu Liang, as usual, carried himself to bed and slept to death. That night, he dreamed again, as if someone were talking to him in his dream.
Maybe it was yesterday that he cooked a delicious lunch, which made Chu Liang feel more confident. He bought several liang of lean meat and asked the boss to shred it. He also bought green peppers at the roadside of the vegetable market and returned home excitedly.
After cleaning the food, Chu Liang stood in the kitchen where only one person could stay. His face was solemn, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like an expert.
Open fire, put oil, meat, green pepper
In this way, a portion of shredded pork with green pepper was made by Chu Liang.
Smelling the smell of food in the air, Chu Liang cautiously sat down in a chair, picked up his chopsticks, tasted them, and then froze.
Chu Liang seemed to realize that something was wrong.
He ate two more mouthfuls: "No, I can't cook so well. It's much better than the shredded pork with green pepper cooked by Master Wang downstairs. He is a professional chef and has complete ingredients. I have nothing but oil, salt and MSG."
"Something's wrong. What's going on?"
In spite of this thought, Chu Liang never stopped talking. He ate all the food he had planned to eat in two meals at one time.
When the meal was over, the doubt in his heart was much less self justified. He muttered: "Am I the legendary culinary genius? Why didn't I find that I still have this talent before? No matter what, it's important to make money first, and it's not a bad thing to have more skills than pressure."
Such repeated days passed day by day, and in a twinkling of an eye, it was already half a month.
On this day, Chu Liang received the most generous reward ever, totaling 6000 yuan.
The familiar avatar of the communication software jumps up: "You are born to be trusted. Now those guys on the server are as brave as those who have beaten chicken blood. They are not stingy at all when charging Krypton gold. However, as the head said, you are still invisible when you entrust such things. It's almost time for you to stop."
Chu Liang didn't say anything, but the other side continued: "You did a good job. You know how to read people's minds. People like you should have food everywhere. Do a good job, and I won't treat you badly. But in recent days, you will have a rest. When the time comes, you will be scheduled to get on the number, and your mobile phone will be on."
"Good." After a short reply, Chu Liang turned off his computer, leaned back in his chair, squinted, and wondered what he was thinking.
