Gong Shou, a 45-year-old grocery store owner, not only has a strange name, but also looks obscene enough, and at this time he is sitting on a small pony in front of the grocery store, crossing Erlang's legs and comfortably spitting out a smoke ring from a mouthful of yellow teeth, and then blowing it away. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Once Lin Feng was curious and asked him to do this. The boss laughed twice, and then suddenly said seriously: "Remember, destruction is easier than creation! Life is far more difficult than survival!" In the past two years, the boss has become more and more fond of saying some inexplicable things, but fortunately, his rent has not risen, which is the only thing that makes Lin Feng happy.

Gong Shou threw the cigarette butt on the ground, raised his foot, twisted it with a tattered pull board, spit out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, and then stood up and looked a few times into the distance, on the hillside, the two young men walked unhurriedly to this side. Below the hillside is a shantytown of workers that stretches for miles, and the smoke of the dilapidated improvised synthetic plastic model houses rises high into the air to be absorbed and disposed of by the dome of the settlement.

"Hey, Uncle Gong!"

Hearing this title, Gong Shou scolded, withdrew his gaze, turned around, and stared at the little fat man in a greasy and shabby coat opposite, and said seriously: "How many times have I said that you can call me Uncle Gong, but please don't add the word 'old' in front, okay?"

"Hehe, I'm sorry, Uncle Gong, I'm used to it!" The little fat man's name is Little Mouse, a young man from his mining restaurant, short and fat, and also Lin Feng's good buddy, he is very timid, so everyone calls him Little Mouse, so that he can't remember his real name.

"Remember next time!"

"Yes, Uncle Gong!" The little mouse scratched his head embarrassedly, and quickly changed the topic, "I brought all the ingredients, what about the two of them?"

"Oh," Gong Shou pointed not far away, then snatched a bag of soup in the little mouse's hand, sniffed it, pulled him away, walked into the grocery store, and didn't forget to mutter: "The one-eyed old king still has this kind of private collection, damn it!"

The one-eyed king is the boss of the little mouse!

In the evening, Gong Shou lit several plates of mosquito coils at the door, then closed the door with a bang, hung up the closing sign, rubbed his hands and hissed saliva and rushed into the back room, "Damn, little rabbit, don't wait for me!" Gong Shou quickly pulled Ma Zazi from the corner and squeezed to the small table, directly reached out and took out a piece of rabbit meat from the casserole and ate it: "Mmmm, yes, this meat is very tender!"

The smell of meat quickly spread in this crowded room of less than ten square meters, which was full of all kinds of messy goods, and four people gathered around a small table with a large fart, eating rabbit meat while pushing cups and changing lamps.

Lin Feng didn't think that "Red Whisk Drunk" was so delicious, the sour and astringent red liquid made his tongue freeze, so he simply put down the wine glass, stood up and took out a bottle of Earth's Erguotou from the corner.

Gong Shou glanced at him and scolded: "Illiterate hillbilly," while scolding, he took Lin Feng's remaining wine and drank it all, threw the cup to him, watched him pour white into the cup, and then said: "No taste, do you know how many people in the entire Galactic Federation can drink this kind of wine?"

Lin Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "I only know that we earthlings like to drink Erguotou, it's powerful!" As he spoke, he poured half a glass of liquor into his stomach, and a warm current immediately spread all over his internal organs, "Ah!" Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction and comfort, and raised his eyebrows proudly, "Cool!"

"Give me some, give me some!"

When Li Ming and the little mouse met, they directly poured the remaining red wine into Gong Shou's wine glass, asked Lin Feng for half a cup of two pots, took a sip, and comfortably followed Lin Feng's appearance and let out a sigh. Suddenly, a layer of blush appeared on the faces of the three people.

Gong Shou looked at the three people who seemed to be really refreshing, looked at the red wine in his hand, scolded secretly, splashed it directly on the ground, snatched Lin Feng's second pot head, poured a glass, raised his head and drank it all, and shouted with his tongue: "Damn, it seems that eating meat still needs to be cool enough with this kind of wine!"

The four of them laughed at each other.

While the four of them were eating happily around a small pot of meat, the people in the shanty town outside the grocery store were munching on dry, hard synthetic food, and struggling to fall asleep. Four hours later, the day's heavy work is about to begin again!

And on the other side of the electronic fence about a few kilometers away, the dance party in the aristocratic district had been going on for more than five hours.

In a luxurious office on the top floor of the building where the Noble District Ball was located, Justin Bergero, the commander-in-chief of the Neptune Division of the Third Military Region, received a confidential message from Earth, saying that the Imperial Capital would send the Imperial Guards to Neptune on a secret mission, hoping for the support of the Neptune Division of the Third Military Region.

Other than that, there are no instructions. Justin had never been accustomed to the bureaucrats of the Capital Star, so he thought about it, re-edited a message, and then attached the message from the Capital Star to the Jupiter General Base of the Third Military Region. About seven hours later, Justin received a reply: wait and see!

When Justin saw this reply, the prom was already over. He didn't quite understand what his father's attitude was expressed by these four seemingly meaningless words, but he was now very distressed by his daughter's attitude. Because the rabbit she had raised for a week was lost!

At this time, it was the spring of the capital planet Earth, and it was the winter vacation of school, and his daughter took a spaceship from the earth and endured four hours of flying at the speed of light, just to be able to see her father and at the same time take a look at the blue planet that can only be seen in a telescope.

"Daddy, I've got to find it!" Justin's 16-year-old daughter, Natalie Bergero, willfully declared.

Justin nodded in agreement, dealing with his daughter, while looking at the recent mining disaster and the increasingly fierce protests of the workers, everything is the ghost of the Interstellar Freedom Alliance, even in the entire federation This organization is the most headache. This organization was founded by a philosopher on the planet Asbowang in the Sagittarius galaxy, and has developed rapidly in the past 60 years, with strong human, material and financial resources, and even military power in the Federation.

"Daddy," Natalie saw that her father didn't listen to her at all, ran to Justin's side, shook him vigorously, and said coquettishly threateningly, "If you don't help me, then I'll find it myself!"

"Okay, let's go find it!" Justin deliberately teased her, then put his arm around her waist and said, "A rabbit, why do you care so much?"

"No one is playing with me, of course I care about it!" Natalie said with a pout, brushing her fiery red hair and raising her chin.

"The young master of the Madur family is the same age as you, I see that he has been inviting you to dance at today's ball, why don't you dance?"

"Ah, Madul's father, how has your taste been lowered, don't you think their family's crest with a gray shovel on an earthy yellow background is particularly funny?"

Justin thought about it, felt that what his daughter said made sense, and smiled. Natalie saw that her father was amused by herself, so she rolled over from his arms and said, "Dad, let me go over there and have a look, okay?" Natalie has always wondered what kind of people live on the other side of the electronic wall.

When Justin heard this, his smile quickly disappeared, and his face turned pale: "There is no room for negotiation!" and then picked up Natalie, who was lying in his arms, and sorted out the papers on the table.

"Dwarf oil," Natalie began to use her killer trick again-coquettish, "Dad, good dad, handsome dad, dear dad, just let me go, it's a big deal to let your personal bodyguard follow me, okay?"

"My bodyguards are still protecting me!" argued Justin like a child, who loved to argue with his daughter to ease himself from the untold weight of his work.

"Dwarf oil, dad, you will bully the Lun family!" Natalie shook Justin's arm, so that he couldn't tidy up the things on the table, "You are all second-order powerhouses, on Neptune, except for mechas, probably no one can hurt you, and the mecha are in your hands, you are invincible in the world!" Natalie flattered her father with her milking strength.

"Haha," Justin smirked, "Finally the fox's tail is revealed, little fox!"