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Chapter 1 Sales of Gold Medal Underwear

The whistle sounded from a distance, and a train came slowly from the tunnel at the entrance of the village.

The road bridge sitting in the train was awakened by the sound of whistling, and hit the glass window with its head covered, causing severe headache.

It's not the headache caused by the impact, but the dull pain.

It's a broken drink, and the memory stays in the celebration dinner last night.

Lu Qiao only remembered that he drank a lot with his supervisor and the boss at the company celebration dinner last night.

"Luqiao, is that you? Where is this..." On the seat diagonally opposite, Wang Wei, the supervisor, also woke up with his head covered, and looked in the direction of Luqiao.

Wang Wei gets up slowly. The train is still moving, but there is a sign of slowing down at the station.

Luqiao learns from his supervisor Wang Wei to get up, but the wine still hasn't gone down. He staggers back to his seat and is separated by the mobile phone in his pants pocket. Feeling distressed, Luqiao takes out his mobile phone and shows that it is 10 o'clock in the morning on June 3, the second day of the celebration banquet.

The next second, the phone was completely out of power, and the screen seemed to be darkened. No matter how to press the power on button, there was no response.

Luqiao has been selling clothes in Lugang for four years. Yesterday, Luqiao opened an order for the boss in Europe, with 300000 pieces of lady's lace underwear. The commission of the whole department at two points is converted into RMB, and each person is divided into at least RMB 300000.

The down payment for a suite was even better. Minister Wang Wei said on the spot that he applied to his boss for a half month paid European travel in the name of investigation at the evening celebration dinner. At that time, Luqiao thought there was still a chance to learn English. Of course, it was not wrong. It was simply learning English, and knowing oneself and the enemy could sell better underwear. Everyone was very happy at that time.

Then came the picture of cup after cup pushing and cup changing, which was the last memory of the road and bridge.

It seems that the white, red and beer have all taken turns. No wonder it's a terrible headache at this time.

"No, are we the only two?" Wang Wei asked, and the train slowly arrived at the station and opened the cabin door.

At this time, Luqiao stood up with difficulty and looked around. The huge carriage was really just like what Wang Wei said, just himself and the supervisor.

Wang Wei, the supervisor, took out his mobile phone and made several phone calls, muttering, "There is no signal at all. I'll try it out."

Wang Wei got out of the train and took out two cigarettes. He looked at the road bridge and waved the cigarettes in his hands.

Luqiao doesn't smoke at ordinary times. It belongs to social intercourse, but takes it with a smile.

Outside the train platform, you can see a beautiful village.

If you don't look closely, it's like a paradise.

The beauty that the countryside is not connected to the city, and the air is particularly fresh, can take away a trace of wine.

Wang Wei wants to ignite the fire, so Luqiao is quick to take out his own lighter and surround it with his hands. After watching Wang Wei ignite it, he takes a big bite.

As soon as he took a sip, Wang Wei immediately sobered up a lot, looked at the small town nearby and said, "We have drunk fragments? This is the European tourism promised by the boss? Where are other people in our department?"

"Yesterday, I just raised a general idea with the boss. No matter how quickly I planned, I didn't write a plan, and no passport was issued. How could it be?" Luqiao lit a cigarette and explained.

"Yes, it's a bit strange that the boss doesn't come by himself..." Wang Wei looked at his mobile phone and subconsciously shook it from side to side, raising his hand from time to time without any signal.

Luqiao looked away from Wang Wei and saw the name of the stop sign: Dahuang Village.

A whistle sounded, and a girl appeared in front of the road and bridge and the director Wang Wei.

The girl is dressed in a capable martial arts training suit. The linen clothes are green and black, and the corners are open and even broken. It seems that this is the only garment that can be sewn and mended.

The bow and arrow on the girl's hand were seriously worn, and now she was aiming at the road and bridge two people to approach step by step.

The girl had dark hair and dark pupils. The bridge quickly raised both hands and said, "You are in a hurry, Anihassai? How are you? Do you understand me? Don't point the bow at people! What if you are injured by mistake!"

Luqiao is a little afraid. When a friend points a toy gun at him, he will instinctively fear, not to mention a stranger holding a bow and arrow.

"You asked so many people at one time, how did they answer you? Miss, I'm Wang Wei, this is Road and Bridge. This should be a small village around Lugang, right? When will the train back to the city come, and where should I go to make up the ticket?" Wang Wei asked, throwing away and stamping out the cigarette.

Luqiao watched Wang Wei put out his cigarette, and then he put the cigarette into the Huazi cigarette box bought by others for his entertainment.

The girl's bow and arrow did not mean to put down, and when she reached the front, it was difficult to shoot at a slant.

"You can't go back. Go to the six bulletin boards on the right, read them from the left to the right, and don't leave a word behind. After reading them, ask me a question. After you are completely clear, go to dinner with me. If you don't do anything within three counts, shoot!" The girl's voice was cold, with a strong Sichuan accent. It seemed that she would really shoot an arrow after three counts.

Wang Wei immediately went to the bulletin board not far away, and Lu Qiao hurried to follow the supervisor for fear that he might have an arrow and a hole in his body.

The bulletin board is in disrepair for a long time. It seems that it is the building material of someone's wooden house. After it is removed, it is engraved with a knife. The black characters are twisted, like dried blood. Although the characters are ugly, you can understand what they mean when you look carefully.

Wang Wei and the road bridge looked at the board. The contents of the six boards were as follows:

Six village regulations:

1. Welcome to Dahuang Village. First of all, I want to tell you that you can't go back. Every morning, there will be a train coming. There may or may not be new people on the train. Everyone comes from all over the country.

2. Never try to stay in the train or leave by train. When the newcomer sees the billboard, he or she should try his best to shout out the train together with his or her companions.

3. A meal is provided at the big square at noon and evening every day. If you want to live in the village, you must work, and the village head will arrange work.

4. You must obey the arrangement of the village head after dark. No one can live a night on his own.

5. We have tried various methods of going out of the village. If we find them in the future, we will replace this rule with the method of going out.

6. At daybreak, the village head is still alive to listen to the village head's arrangement. When the village head dies, he will re determine the village head. If only you are alive, you are the village head who has seen the village rules. You must meet the new people at the station to enter the village, inform them of the six village rules, and then give them tasks and arrange them to cook. Live until you get out of here.

Luqiao gasped and stared at the sixth item in a daze: "This... escape from the secret room? Kill the script with deduction? Or talk about the rules?"

Luqiao is a heavy room escape enthusiast, and script killing is also slightly involved. As soon as we have a break, we like to play in groups in famous rooms in foreign first and second tier cities, so we have a sense of empathy for this kind of rules.

"No, this is your future life. One minute, absorb the village rules you see, make sure you know your environment, and then go to the square with me to eat." The girl put down her bow and arrow and returned to her back.

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