At a coordinate point more than 300 nautical miles away from Xuanshi Island, there is a strange 'small island'.
It is said to be an island, but in fact it is more like a ship.
Because its central part is an abandoned large ship called an 'aircraft carrier', an ultimate weapon of former civilizations.
And surrounding the hollowed-out aircraft carrier were so-called 'lands' floating one after another, made of large plastic boxes.
On such a land, there are shacks one after another, messy, much like the settlements found in most safe zones.
Wu Zi lives on the outskirts of this strange island. Like most boys born on the outlying islands, he has no name of his own.
Because he was the fifth born and a typical Dongshengzhou race, according to the naming characteristics of Dongshengzhou, his name was simply called Wuzi.
Chewing the dried tete in his mouth, Wuzi squatted in the port area of the strange island. He had no other expectations. He only hoped that he would receive one or two better customers today, get three or five pieces of cast iron money, and be able to Just buy three nutrient cubes to sustain yourself for two days.
During the boring wait, Wuzi saw a single-man combat boat heading towards the strange island from a distance. A group of teenagers who were also waiting for Wuzi couldn't help but swarmed up and crowded at the edge of the port. Because they were scrambling for the first place, several teenagers They were squeezed into the sea, but they didn't bother to yell and curse. They quickly climbed up to the port and continued to crowd in the port, hoping to be selected by the incoming guests.
The speed of the single-man combat boat was not slow, and it soon arrived at the port. The protective shield was opened, and a middle-aged man with a sallow face, stubble on his face, and a scar on his face who looked a little thin walked out. .
This middle-aged man is dressed very normally, but some of the decorations hanging on his body should be very expensive.
The young people who have been making a living by taking guests at the port all year round still have sharp eyes. When they saw that this was a rich customer, they became even more scrambling.
The fifth son could not squeeze forward because he was malnourished all year round and was not strong enough.
But today it seemed that Poseidon had favored him. Under the envious eyes of all the teenagers, the guest chose him directly.
Wu Zi trotted up to the guest very attentively. The guest didn't seem to have any luggage for him to take. This was another lucky thing.
"Introduce it to me." The guest walked very quickly, almost leaving the crowded port area in a few steps.
Wuzi was behind the guest and had to run fast to keep up with him, looking a little out of breath.
But even so, when the guest asked a question, Wu Zi did not dare to neglect, and immediately said, without taking a breath, "No. 119 Marine Transfer Station, the owner here is Silver Shark Barnett."
"You can speak slowly." The guest suddenly threw a small water bag to Wuzi.
Wuzi took it and took a sip without thinking too much, but after just one sip, he immediately stopped drinking.
Sweet and refreshing! This small water bag contains at least grade three or above drinking water. Clean water is a very important and precious resource in this vast sea!
This small bag of drinking water is worth at least 100 cast iron coins! This is definitely a huge fortune for Wuzi. How dare Wuzi drink it extravagantly? He doesn't care about the feelings of his guests. This kind of good thing is rare only once in ten years. He carefully collected the water bag. Into the arms.
Fortunately, the guest didn't pay attention to his actions at all, he just watched quietly with calm eyes.
After Wuzi put away the bag of drinking water, the guest spoke again in a very low voice: "Don't give me superficial information, I want the real information about this transfer station."
Upon hearing this, Wuzi was slightly stunned. It seemed that this guest was not that kind of 'fat sheep'.
Considering the value of a bag of drinking water, Wuzi suddenly gritted his teeth and said inexplicably to the guest in front of him: "May I ask what your name is?"
"Tony." The guest replied simply.
"Okay, distinguished Mr. Tony. If you ask what you can enjoy at this transfer station No. 119, the first stop you want to go to is definitely the Mamba Tavern." As he spoke, Wuzi gave directions in front of him with a diligent look on his face.
Tony, on the other hand, followed Wu Zi calmly.
Starting from 'What's your name?', the voices of the two people's conversation had returned to normal, so several people walking by them glanced at Tony intentionally or unintentionally, showing a slightly mocking look in their eyes.
But Tony didn't seem to notice any of this.
Wuzi was obviously familiar with this place, and he talked a lot. He thanked Tony loudly as he walked on the road, and even rewarded him with a small bag of dusk wine and a reward of three cast-iron coins.
Actually there is none of these.
Dusk wine is the favorite and only affordable item of enjoyment for the poor here. It is said to be wine, but it has a slightly sour taste. The material used to brew it is a common seaweed called red barba in the sea, plus the lowest grade five drinking water.
As for cast iron products, if they are exchanged for Zhengjing coins, one Zhengjing coin can be exchanged for at least 50,000 cast iron coins.
Tony rewarded Wu Zi with a bag of third-grade drinking water. Wu Zi talked nonsense because he wanted to keep his loot. He felt that Tony should cooperate with him because he was about to do a risky thing for Tony.
And this Mr. Tony was really cooperative. He didn't say a word of doubt about Wuzi's nonsense.
The two of them walked through the chaotic surroundings until they reached a deserted alley. Tony looked around cautiously and then whispered.
"Mr. Tony, if you don't have the strength, or if you don't know anyone to pick you up in the inner port area, I advise you to leave here quickly."
"Any ship that comes here for transit, unless it is a medium or large ship. Otherwise, it will be blocked." Wu Zi made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Tony smiled nonchalantly, and the scar on his face looked a bit ferocious.
"You usually bring fat sheep to the Mamba Tavern?" Tony suddenly asked.
When Wuzi heard this, his expression changed, and then he nodded and said: "Generally, most people are like this. They are all members of the Sea Wolf group, and the Mamba Tavern has a separate account with them. I would not do this. "
"Why?" At this time, the sunshine on the sea was a bit dazzling. Tony took out a hat and put it on. Under the protection of the brim, Wuzi couldn't see through his expression, and when he asked, Wuzi didn't want to answer.
But I don’t know why? Or is it because of this person's strong aura? Or is it out of kindness for a bag of third-grade drinking water
Wu Zi still answered in a low voice: "My mother does not allow me to do this. She said that we are Chinese people from Dongshengzhou, and our ancestors have strict self-morality. And I love my mother."
"Well." Tony nodded, and then said to Wuzi: "Take me to the Mamba Tavern."
"Mr. Tony, are you crazy?" Wu Zi looked at this invisible Tony in disbelief.
"Just take me there. Everything after that has nothing to do with you. In addition, tell me more about transfer station No. 119. Don't miss any details. I want to know everything." As he spoke, Tony looked at it. Looking around, I found that it was very quiet and there was still no one around, so I suddenly threw a small bag to Wuzi.
Wuzi took the small bag doubtfully. A bag of third-grade drinking water was already precious enough. Could there be any reward
Thinking of this, Wuzi opened the small bag and was very shocked to see more than twenty Poseidon coins lying quietly in the bag.
For God's sake!
What a huge fortune this is. You must know that the Poseidon coin is the coin of the Poseidon family and is the most common type of ocean coin. Of course, the Zhengjing coin and the Black Sea coin are also common on the ocean, but based on Wuzi’s experience , are unaware of these two currencies.
He only knows that one Poseidon coin can be exchanged for 3,000 cast iron coins. What kind of huge wealth is this
"I'm very uneasy. I don't dare to accept it." Wuzi's palms were sweating.
"I think you can take this money and leave." Tony was very indifferent. There is also public transportation on the sea, which usually travels between various islands and transfer stations and is expensive.
Of course, you can also spend some money to take a reliable-looking merchant ship or private boat to the mainland.
This is the lifelong dream of many people in the outer areas of the transfer station, but they will not be able to earn this fee in their lifetime.
However, the small bag of money that Tony gave Wu Zi was completely enough.
After all, it's really not too far from the mainland.
Wu Zi dreamed of leaving here with his mother and only sister. Yes, his mother gave birth to seven children, and in the end only he and his sister survived.
But what's the use of surviving? Without their father's presence, my mother and sister have to be careful again and again every day, almost living in hiding.
"Okay!" Wuzi's eyes suddenly lit up.
He is a smart person, and he really knows a lot about Transfer Station No. 119. After all, in a place where good and bad people are mixed, news is the easiest to spread, even if the news is true or false.
In addition, he always felt that this guest was unusual. He must be doing something extraordinary when he came here. If he didn't leave, he would be implicated, right
But if I shirk him, I'm afraid I won't have another chance to change my destiny in my life.
After agreeing to Tony, Wuzi took Tony on winding and sparsely populated roads as much as possible, just to tell Tony everything he knew.
However, the Outer Harbor is only so big in general.
Even though they took a detour as inconspicuously as possible, after about half an hour, Wuzi brought Tony to the door of Mamba Tavern.
For half an hour, Wuzi told Tony almost everything he could remember about Transfer Station No. 119.
Looking at Tony's figure about to walk into the Mamba Tavern, was he still worried that he had missed something? But nothing has been missed.
However, after spending less than forty minutes simply getting along with Mr. Tony, Wuzi felt a trace of reluctance in his heart.
Looking at Mr. Tony's back, he couldn't help but say to Tony: "Dear Mr. Tony, I wish you all the best."
Tony stopped when he heard this.
The jet lag was so painful for me. This is the second chapter to make up for the day before yesterday. Wait a minute and there will be another big chapter
(End of chapter)