Many people have the habit of shaking their legs.
Lao Han is an expert in the world of leg shaking. As long as he sits down, his legs will shake fast and rhythmically, giving off a sense of advancedness like sending a telegraph with his feet. People give him the nickname "Old Han's Legs". Together with Lao Gao "Gaoxueya" who sells blood-skinned roast duck, they are collectively known as the "Two Evils of the Elderly", and no one dares to offend him on this street.
In fact, he is not old, he is just too anxious to grow up. He looks fifty-three and is actually only thirty-five. However, in this messy world, this is not really a shortcoming.
Lao Han is a transparent person. In New City D067, whether it is buying and selling prohibited drugs and weapons, or hiring killers or treasure hunters, he does any business that requires a middleman to pull the strings.
To survive.
It was raining lightly today, and it was not until late afternoon that an employer came to the door.
The visitor had a sporty figure, and a large section of the gray sweatshirt on his upper body was stained black by the rain.
He took off the hood of his sweatshirt, revealing a face in his early twenties and a pair of sharp eyes.
Even though it was the second time they met, Old Han was still suddenly frightened by these eyes.
Old Han had seen notorious gangsters and heroes of justice with extraordinary strength, but the sharpness in their eyes was polished by life experiences, but this young man was born with it.
His name is Wu Chan.
I just took over a waste incineration station. He entrusted Lao Han to help him find employees.
Old Han asked Wu Chan to sit down on the opposite side of the desk. Unconsciously, his left heel hung in the air, his toes touched the ground, and then he started shaking, shaking, shaking...
"According to the conditions you offered, brother, there are currently no applicants."
The "Eternal Night Poisonous Rain" more than fifty years ago destroyed thousands of years of human civilization. Humanity was forced to flee the old city and build a new numbered city in the wilderness. The old city was covered by a new ecosystem called the Miasma, which was composed of corrupt fungi, and gave birth to a new monster-Sha. The evil is commonly known as a zombie by many people. It is not only the number one public enemy of mankind, but also the energy source of the new city.
Every new city above D level has a concentrated energy furnace built deep underground in the center of the city. It burns a large number of zombies every day and converts the heat energy into energy that supports the operation of the entire city. The city is surrounded by a towering night wall. Apart from some special factories, the most numerous buildings outside the wall are waste incineration stations. The first purpose of their existence is to incinerate relatively few zombies to help the underground concentrated furnaces share the production pressure. The second is to serve as the outpost.
Similar to the light-gathering properties of insects, zombies have heat-gathering properties. The operation of the concentrated furnace and waste incineration station will attract zombie attacks, but the waste incineration station without the protection of the night wall must be self-reliant.
The waste incineration station with a lot of money purchased heavy weapons and built an automated defense system. A scrap incineration station with little money hires high-level superpowers for defense.
From the recruitment salary offered by Wu Chan, it is not difficult to see that the young boss is not short of money, but short of a lot of money. To put it simply, he is poor.
"Uncle Han, have you ever suspected that you have Parkinson's disease?" Wu Chan spoke to him with sharp eyes but very polite.
"Old man, call me brother." Old Han was very sensitive to being called old, just like a dwarf is afraid of being called short. "Wait a minute, what is Parkinson's disease?"
"It's just tremor paralysis." Wu Chan said.
Old Han: "???"
"A common degenerative disease of the nervous system in middle-aged and elderly people, usually caused by shaking hands and shaking legs, it should be the transfer of symptoms," Wu Chan said.
Middle-aged and elderly people…
Lao Hanru was hit hard and tried to control his emotions: "Business matters more... Well, what other benefits can Brother Wu provide?"
"Food and housing are included, there is plenty of room for advancement, and the staff atmosphere is harmonious," Wu Chan said.
"This is the same as the company claiming to have flat management, but in fact it has very few employees. So how many employees do you have now?" Lao Han asked.
"One." Wu Chan said.
"There are only two of you in the entire incineration station, which is too few." Old Han said.
"Brother, you misunderstood. I am the only one in total. I am both the boss and an employee." Wu Chan said.
"..." Old Han hated himself for hastily accepting the commission without investigating the details last time. It is estimated that only weirdos would be willing to work for such a boss.
It would only appear unprofessional for Lao Han to directly reject Wu Chan at this moment. Reputation is everything in this business of being a middleman.
He changed the topic: "Brother, you might as well reconsider my last proposal and join the heavily armored bears."
Just a week after the great zombie wave, many people died in D067 New City, and many refugees were accepted. Many facilities are waiting for repairs and restarts, and various resources are urgently needed, especially a large amount of metal to repair the severely damaged Night Wall.
The main way for the new city to obtain resources is to rely on the daring resource recovery team to go deep into the old city covered by the miasma and recover the legacy left by mankind before the disaster. Whether it is scrapped cars or glass and wood, all recyclable resources will be brought back to the new city in exchange for generous rewards.
The Heavy Armored Bears are a resource recovery team that has recently emerged and are recruiting like crazy. Three days ago, the boss of the heavily armored bear came to see Lao Han in person. He happened to meet Wu Chan and fell in love at first sight with his cold and arrogant temperament. He wanted to take him on as his subordinate, but Wu Chan refused on the spot.
Hearing Lao Han mention the matter again, Wu Chan did not hesitate: "Forget it."
"They are very generous. And brother, you run the waste incineration station just to collect evil cells." Old Han argued, "As we all know, the resource recycling team can collect evil cells more efficiently."
More importantly, the intermediary fee paid by Heavy Armored Bear is several times that of Wu Chan.
"Brother probably didn't deliberately say that he couldn't hire anyone just to get me to join the Heavy Armored Bear." Wu Chan's eyes became a little serious.
At this moment, Lao Han felt that his whole body was stiff, like a frog being stared at by a snake, and he said guiltily: "Of course it's impossible."
"Brother." Wu Chan said.
"Huh?" Old Han asked.
"Your legs stopped shaking." Wu Chan said.
"Maybe the Parkinson's you mentioned was cured suddenly." Old Han laughed awkwardly, "Brother, have you ever been a doctor?"
"I used to be an actor." Wu Chan said.
"..." Old Han.
"Please let me worry about hiring people." Wu Chan stood up.
"I will try my best." Old Han still didn't give up and made a last ditch effort. "Can I ask the real reason why you don't join the Heavy Armored Bear?"
Wu Chan pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt.
"The horoscopes don't match."
"Um???"
"It's a bear. My surname is Wu, and Ying Xiong has no use for him."
…
In this new city numbered D067, every street in the city is very narrow. It is better to call it an alley than a street. You can measure the distance between two rows of shabby houses with a mouthful of thick phlegm.
The light rain that has been falling all day has added a breath of fresh moisture to the stifling streets. But this is never a good thing. After the rain stops, the stagnant water will quickly turn rancid, and the odor will get worse.
Wu Chan wanted to hurry up and get out of the city before the Night Wall closed, but as soon as he walked a few steps out of Lao Han's house, he was blocked by four people in a dark narrow alley. Three in front and one in back, the person behind is as wide as the three in front, like a bear.
"Are you Wu Chan?" someone said from the front.
Wu Chan, whose face was covered by a hood, said helplessly: "You guys recognized me."
"I've finally waited for you." The man responded eerily.
These four people are all admirers of the heavy-armored bear boss. They learned that the guy who dared to refuse the boss's recruitment would come to see Lao Han today, so they made a special trip to look for trouble.
But Wu Chan was not joking with Lao Han. He was really an actor once.
Wu Chan misunderstood these four people as another kind of people, and was even a little moved.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting in vain, but I stopped signing autographs for a long time."
Four people: "???"
A few seconds of confused silence passed.
"What a fucking signature! I thought the guy the boss was looking for would be such a powerful guy, but I didn't expect him to be a lunatic!" The man in the middle of the three men grinned ferociously, arcs of electricity flashing on his fingertips.
It's a superpower.
"Are you from the Heavy Armored Bear?" Wu Chan confirmed.
"Today I'm going to make you understand the consequences of not being polite." More and more electric arcs danced between the man's fingers. "Kowtow and apologize now, and you will suffer less."
Wu Chan pulled out two white headphones from his collar and put them into his ears. He touched his pocket with his left hand and pressed the play button on the music player. A rock song started playing in the headphones.
"So, you're really not here to get autographs."
Wu Chan's tone revealed the disappointment after realizing a certain fact. Just like a middle-aged man came home from get off work and said to his family who had finished dinner early, no one remembered that today is my birthday.
This loss hit their souls directly, and the four people immediately felt guilty. They felt that they were really sorry for not asking Wu Chan for his signature, and they almost started to dig into their pockets to find a pen.
etc!
"Fuck, why do we need your signature?"
The superpower roared in anger, and compared his right hand to a pistol, shooting an electric ball bullet as big as a fist. The exaggerated recoil caused his arm to be raised high!
Snapped.
Wu Chan slapped the electric ball away with his backhand, and a whole row of glass windows on the second floor of the road were shattered.
W-what the hell? !
The superpower who shot the electric ball still had his arms hanging, and the frightening eyes exposed under the brim of the hat on the opposite side were like nails that pinned him in place.
"You guys come together, I'm in a hurry." Wu Chan turned up the volume of the player, and rock noise burst out from the inferior headphones like sparks of electricity.
30 seconds later.
The rain is still falling.
Four guys who didn't even have time to introduce their names were knocked unconscious in the narrow alley. The only "lucky guy" with a pen had two big characters signed on his back.
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