When Zhang Heng was still in front of the elevator, he had heard a woman in fishnet socks mention her credit points.
Credit points are currently the official circulation currency of the Human Federation. Almost all goods and services are settled with credit points, and Zhang Heng also saw his current credit point balance from the bracelet.
962 points.
This number is not too much, obviously it is not enough to pay for the service fee of the woman with fishnet pattern socks, and it is not enough for Xu Qian to buy a new bag, but it is not too little, taking the beef ramen that Zhang Heng eats now as an example , A bowl of ramen is 25 credits, and 962 credits, as long as you save some money, you can still let Zhang Heng complete this two-week task.
I just don't know if his salary here is settled on a monthly basis, or once he completes a task.
Right next to the small noodle restaurant where Zhang Heng ate noodles, there was a shop selling various audio equipment. Zhang Heng also went there for a walk after eating the noodles.
"Shellac records? Never heard of them."
The owner of the audio equipment store is a man with long hair who looks like an artist, but when he heard Zhang Heng's question, he shook his head, "Although I don't know what you are looking for, the entity Records are basically out of production in 2039, and now they are all digital audio, downloaded directly from the Internet, and the effect is better, but..." He paused, then continued, "There are indeed some people who like old things After collecting these things, I will give you an address where you can try your luck."
"Thanks."
After Zhang Heng received the address, he directly navigated there with the navigation module on his wristband. It was a grocery store called the House of Old Objects. It was not far from the audio equipment store, but the location was a bit remote, between two neighborhoods. The room is not facing the road, and next to it is an equally unpopular pastry shop.
Although it’s not dark yet, the window of the House of Old Things has already hung a closed sign, and I got off work early. I have to say that like its name, its appearance looks quite retro, and it still uses that This kind of classic glass and wooden door at the end of the 20th century, it is rare for Zhang Heng to find a sense of familiarity in this city full of technology.
But he didn't seem to come at the right time today. Zhang Heng saw that the opposite party had already got off work, so he had to find another time to come again.
However, just as he turned around to leave.
The glass wooden door of the House of Old Objects was suddenly pushed open forcefully.
A young man ran out of it, he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a guitar on his back and an old stereo under his arm, he called his companions behind him, "Hurry up, hurry up , that old thing might wake up in a while."
But his companion was about the same age as him, holding an electric oven and two routers with antennas, with a sad expression on his face, "Wang Gan, do you think these things can really be sold for money? The rags haven’t found a buyer yet.”
"We can ask the museum, if it doesn't work, we'll sell it back. Isn't this place recycling old things?" the young man in charge said.
As a result, the young man in the back hadn't opened his mouth yet, but saw his companion suddenly withdraw his feet and stood still.
Caught off guard, he almost bumped into the boy named Wang Gan in front of him.
"What's the matter, didn't you say you want to run quickly?" The boy behind complained, but when he raised his head and looked around his companion's body, Zhang Heng who was opposite him immediately became nervous.
The three of them just stood there and looked at each other for about four or five seconds.
Then the young man named Wang Gan asked tentatively, "Who are you?"
"Bodyguard." Zhang Heng replied.
"What?!" The two teenagers were shocked when they heard the words, "We're just taking some random garbage, so why don't Old Man Geng find a bodyguard to be on guard?"
"You seem to have misunderstood something," Zhang Heng said, "I am not the bodyguard of the owner of this shop."
Wang Gan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "That's good, I'm scared to death."
"But..." Zhang Heng changed the subject, "It's always bad to take people's things, not to mention that you are not afraid of being photographed by the security system in the store? When the time comes, as long as you call the police, you will be finished."
"It doesn't matter, old man Geng's store doesn't have a security system, and he's very weird, and he doesn't trust the police." The young man behind Wang Gan said quickly, but it wasn't until he finished speaking that he realized that he seemed to be talking too much.
Wang Gan glared at his companion, and then said to Zhang Heng, "Since the matter has nothing to do with you, you better get out of the way, friend."
"Otherwise?" Zhang Heng asked back.
"Otherwise..." Wang Gan gritted his teeth, put down the speaker under his arm and took out a small fruit-peeling knife from his pocket, "Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."
Zhang Heng didn't react when he heard the words, he just glanced at the [hidden sheath] on his waist.
The eyes of the two teenagers on the opposite side fell on the horizontal knife with him, and their faces turned pale in an instant. They were not professional robbers in the first place, they just had nothing to do to find some fun in their boring lives. Earn some capital to brag about and show off in school, and don't even expect to sell the pile of garbage in your hand for any price, and of course you don't bring any decent weapons.
Compared with the guy on Zhang Heng's waist, the only knife is not long enough to see, and it is easy to see who is a real man.
Seeing this, the two glanced at each other, and obediently put down the things in their hands.
And Zhang Heng also stepped aside to get out of the way, and told him, "Let's go, and don't come back again. If you are hit by me next time, it will not be so simple."
After scaring away the two teenagers, Zhang Heng bent down to pick up the pile of things they left on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the House of Antiques opened again, and an old man who looked to be in his sixties came out with an honest shotgun and shouted, "Hands up! You bloody thief."
"Uh, actually the thieves have just been chased away by me, and since this is not the first time you have been patronized by them, you should know them too," Zhang Heng explained, "I'm planning to send these things back to your shop.
"I can't fool me, boy with a bow, this is obviously a black hole." The old man's cheeks were red, and he gasped, "You follow those two little bastards to my shop, wait They stole my treasure and you come and rob them."
"It makes sense logically." When the old man was speaking, Zhang Heng also smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, so he stopped talking nonsense, put down the router and speakers in his hand, and then suddenly shot.
The old man only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he realized it, the shotgun had already arrived in Zhang Heng's hands like magic.
Seeing Zhang Heng turned his gun to point at him, he seemed to wake up suddenly, nodded his head and said solemnly, "Well, I believe you are here to help."