When He Bisheng arrived at the two-story courtyard where Qin Yao and the others lived, it was already half an hour later.

As the current "Redemption" obsessive, around 11 o'clock, the green head and they had lunch at the small restaurant outside the moonlight Internet café. When the moonlight opened, they were still very happy as the fifteenth wave to enter.

After all, this Saturday, there is still a group of children who have been waiting in line for a long time and there is no place!

When He Bisheng arrived, there were only two female comrades at home, and the glasses didn't see He Bisheng last time, so they were glad to come, but today they have to face it alone.

The glasses didn't speak, and she knew that her Mandarin was more difficult to understand than dialects, but her legs in her baggy woolen pants were shaking.

The powder head is better, at least the amplitude of the leg shaking is not visible on the surface.

After stumbling after speaking, Qin Yao played a game in a moonlight Internet café on another street.

He Bisheng saw that the two of them were blocking the door, and he didn't plan to go in, so he thanked him and walked to the street of the Moonlight Internet Cafe, he remembered that the parking space in the Moonlight Internet Cafe seemed to be asking for money, and it was not cheap!

When He Bisheng appeared near the moonlight Internet café, there were still a few junior high school students in school uniforms sitting there at the door of the Internet café rubbing the Internet and playing with their mobile phones, glancing at the door from time to time, looking at it.

He Bisheng walked in, and a man wearing a hooded tennis suit with the word "moonlight" on it stopped him and said, "Handsome guy, it's full." ”

He didn't look at him all his life, looked at the Internet café, and said, "I'm looking for someone!"

The clerk has seen a lot of this kind of person, and he talks about looking for someone, but in fact, he is waiting for someone else's vacant seat inside. Seeing that he was still looking for the vacant seat inside without changing his face, he was a little angry, and while pushing He Bisheng out, he said: "Handsome guy, we don't accept anyone here!"

He Bisheng was not angry, leaned against the wall, slowly took out a wooden sign from the pocket of his white shirt, stretched it out in front of him and said, "This is not okay?"

The clerk couldn't push it at all, and just wanted to call someone, he was shaken by the sign in front of him, and when he saw it clearly, his face turned white with fright. What the hell did I just do!

The sign was pitch black, with gilt yellow fonts printed on the front, and the words were good to say separately, and the clerks were about to kneel and call grandpa.

I saw that the wooden sign had the words "Ink-colored rose, moonlight dangong" written on it.

Outsiders may not know what these eight words mean, but as a clerk at the Moonlight Internet Cafe, you must know the weight of the person who printed the eight words.

The clerks of the Moonlight Internet Café are never ordinary people outside, they are the people sent from behind the moonlight, and they have naturally seen the world.

They hadn't seen this wooden sign, but they had heard that this is how they came to the Moonlight Internet Cafe. This wooden card is not fake, and no one dares to imitate it......! No unless!

There are only two wooden cards of this kind, one belongs to ———— Pugong, the boss behind the moonlight Internet café, and the other belongs to ———— Rose, the boss behind the inky black market.

It sounds like that, but if you think so, you're very wrong!

Rose, a federal agent, is registered on the mercenary network. It's just that ordinary people don't have an account on the mercenary network, so they don't know, but even the head of the family in the capital is very respectful to him.

The inky black market sounds like a black market, but it's actually a night market, and it's not about everything. It is located in the underground field of the capital, although it is not as good as the underground black market of the Federation, but it is still the existence of the capital rush, and many lost things may be found here.

However, not everyone can get in.

Dangong, a mysterious man, created the moonlight brand three years ago, which involves more than a dozen industries. Although he was attacked by his peers, with a wave of his hand, more than a billion yuan was smashed, and his peers were scared and did not dare to provoke him.

Peer:...... Throwing down more than a billion dollars of funds at will, when everyone is as rich as him? can't afford to play, really can't afford to play!

So far, no outsiders have ever seen Pu Gong, and some people even say on the Internet that Pu Gong is actually a hidden boss with a huge family system and is very rich.

Just when people were speculating, people in the know were already shocked about the relationship between Dangong and Rose. Two different industries, but with the same wooden plaque representing identity.

Many people complained in their hearts, it doesn't matter, I'll go to the live broadcast to eat Xiang!

The clerk nervously touched the sweat on his forehead, swallowed his saliva, stretched out his right hand and bent down tremblingly, "Sir, you...... You please!"

He Bisheng put the wooden sign back in his shirt pocket under his coat, put his hand in his pocket, and walked calmly towards the figure he had just seen.

But in my heart, I was saying that the wooden sign given by the old man was really powerful!

He Bisheng's grandfather, the word Meng Huai, the number Pugong, and the moonlight Pugong, just to remember the days spent with his wife watching the moonlight on the roof in those years.

As for the inky rose, it was his former comrade-in-arms, the old man used to be a special soldier, and he went home to inherit the family business after retiring from the victory of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War.

Rose did not accept the job given by Huaguo, and before he became a soldier, he went to the Federation to become an agent on his own, and when he was old, he returned to the capital and opened a black market to earn money to support himself.

As for why it's called ink, it is said to rhyme, but this rhyme is not so accurate.

The ink-colored roses and the moonlight dangong have witnessed the hard years they have spent together, the strength of the Chinese people from the beginning, and the precipitation of their older generation's youth.