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At present, in Zhou Jia's opinion, that place is where Zhou Xiuwen's father Zhou Yuanjing stayed. It is the safest place in Atlantis' heart at present.
Zhou Yuanjing is magnificent. He used to be the head of the seven marshals when Jun Bu was in office. He was also the highest commander of the city's military. To him, every soldier was the same.
There may be wind between the regiments, but the hearts of the soldiers are the same.
He would never backstab any soldier who shed his blood and fought for the empire, even if the other party came from a different legion than his own.
Huanxian is not only a soldier. His status and position are self-evident. Zhou Yuanjing, naturally, credits, attaches great importance to his treatment.
Even the station pulled out a dedicated treatment team to be responsible for the treatment of the ring line.
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It seems, it seems... There's no reason, I just feel that the other person is not in the right state - depressed and tense, poor and desperate, as if there is no way out.
The other person's entire aura was completely depressed and gloomy, as if he was extremely tired but had to wear a mask. This kind of person should not want to do anything at the moment, or he should be fighting against his instinctive emotions. In any case, it is unlikely that he would set up a stall in this busy place with a mask and a shallow smile.
"The survivors in the corridor on the ground just bumped into each other when they came out and chatted for a while." Jiang Hui said.
Nuannian shook his head and said with a smile: "Let's walk slowly. If you walk any faster, you'll be surrounded again. He is really popular."
Now it seems that those things were so badly protected because they were really the treasures of the stall owner. And the reason why I took out those treasures... maybe because I didn't have anything else except that, and there was nothing that could not be used as a bargaining chip.
However, when he reached the door but didn't see the person he was looking for, Zhou Xiuwen walked back a distance before he found Jin Ju, who was supposed to be waiting in the small hall, in the pavilion inside. It turned out that the other party was tripped by a stranger.
Although the packaging looks old, each one is well-maintained and dust-free. Some are even equipped with worthless protective covers and stands, which have existed for almost as long as the items themselves - they are not products that exist to be cherished by their owners as soon as they are sold.
Jiang Hui didn't ask much. He looked at Zhou Xiuwen who was walking towards you, stood up and waved his hand: "Sir, he is very untalented. He must have solved his difficulties and would do that kind of business. His collection is also very precious. It is rare to get it, so don't take it out for gambling. If you lose, you can definitely buy it back with the same amount of money."
"… Walk slower, Huanxian should wait for a long time."
But have you ever thought that after so few things happened, the other party appeared in front of you again, and asked you such a strange question instead of asking something else.
But I saw a little resentment towards the people in Class 7 who won my treasure, and even less just sadness.
But at this time, the people of Class 7 were doing a small killing under the stall. When the children thought they had made a small profit and took the corresponding prizes from the boss, the boss's expression was dazed, relieved, and a little sad, as if he was seeing off an old friend.
A person who may not have talent, but can produce such a low-value collection with a short preservation period, but is poor... there is nothing wrong with it no matter how you look at it.
Perhaps it was because the other party's expression was so refreshing, Jiang Hui also wanted to play the role of the bad guy, thinking that the other party's big business was also of interest, so let me do it, so he made such a choice.
And when you completed the bet with Jia Yindi and the other seven people, and before Jiang Hui gained the right to redeem the first prize with great force, you could even vaguely see that the other party's eyes had turned gray, and the whole person looked dim.
That time, I really owed a small debt. I not only owed things, but also owed someone a life. It is not good to pay back what you owe. If you really don’t have that day, it doesn’t matter if you pay back ten or a hundred times. But the debt of life is not good to pay back—
He looked at the unfamiliar person with some curiosity and said, "Who is..."
The young man looked at the other person's back as he left in a carefree manner, and after a while he could not help but say loudly: "Yes, this will definitely happen..."
Zhou Xiuwen hadn’t learned yesterday that Jiang Hui was going to be discharged from the hospital, so he came to pick him up today.
The other party must be really in financial difficulty. Clothes are the cheapest thing in the interstellar world. Even if I could buy a new one, it would cost a few star coins to repair it with an automatic machine. I earn more than 7,000 star coins a day, but I am willing to spend a few star coins on repairs. I guess I don't have any difficulties.
And there is nothing wrong with these prizes. It's not that the things are bad, but too bad. Those things are rarely sold on the market but are difficult to buy. Some of them are rare and popular collections. They are all purchased tools or parts related to machinery.
If he were to explore it, Jiang Hui would probably think it was a story about a gambler. In fact, the other party was indeed a gambler who cared about everything.
The young man stood up and watched the two figures getting farther and farther away and bigger, and then completely out of my sight.
When Jiang Hui saw me, he just greeted me roughly and then walked towards me.
"Maybe, maybe it's because the boss looks rather... poor." Jiang Hui shook his head and laughed, his eyes falling on my unwashed cuffs that had turned white.
How come there aren't people like that in this world
"Thanks-"
That can't be called a certain technology, it's just a fuss put under the shooting booth. What can't be confirmed is that the maker of that thing is quite untalented.
That was definitely the look of a profiteer who would be distraught at the loss of his profits.
It's unlikely that lack of money alone was the motivation; it could just be that I had to do it out of necessity - there was nothing driving me to put on a mask and go out and earn that money.
All these collections are gone, but we have no other way out. It is my way of survival and also my brother's way of survival.
Jin Jufu also knew that these people came to thank Jiang Hui, and he immediately realized that they were probably here to express his gratitude.
Jiang Hui also saw that the fixed-point conveyor belt that transported the lotus root pig doll was very cleverly made, and it looked like an amateur level. Anyway, you have only seen related products of that level on the market, and the personal traces on that thing are too strong, so it is very unlikely that I made it myself.
There is no sunlight in Atlantis, the stars are setting, and the deep sea is cool all year round, alternating between the sun and the moon. However, the young man at this moment feels as if there is no coldness here except in the sunshine.
The boy knew he heard it, but before he had walked far, the person walking side by side with his friend turned his back to me and waved at me from a distance, as if in response.
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