After the explanation, Uncle Seven opened the Xiaoice cabinet, took a bottle of red wine, and seemed to be ready to leave.

"Uncle Seven, I want to ask you something." Ling Qingfeng said suddenly.

"I've come to the Heaven to find a friend, he was brought in yesterday, and now that he has lost contact, how can I find him?"

The seventh uncle was stunned for a moment and said, "This kind of thing? It's troublesome, it's okay if you know which floor he's on, if you don't know, it's too difficult! There are 10,000 people on this boat! ”

"Alright! I see, thank you Uncle Seven! Ling Qingfeng had no choice but to nod and thank you.

Uncle Seven staggered out of the room with a drink, looking at this posture, he can help the two of them on this boat is also limited, and he really can't expect him too much.

Ling Qingfeng and Song Yong glanced at each other, and the two of them reached out to get the Heaven Handbook on the bedside.

When I opened the manual, I found that the rules on this boat are really not ordinary.

Indeed, as Uncle Seventh said, those who first board the ship must get a room number within two days before they can be regarded as having a place to live. Otherwise, they will be driven to the homeless area, where they will survive on the ship by providing services, and if they have no use value, they will be thrown into the sea.

On the Paradise, there is a currency called Heaven Dollar in circulation, the ratio to the dollar is about 800 to 1, stay in the homeless area, you have to pay ten Heaven Dollars a day, if you have less than ten Heaven Dollars, you will be driven to the next floor, if you still can't make money at the bottom, you will be thrown into the sea as useless garbage.

On the O floor, having a small room like Uncle Seventh costs about 50,000 Heavenly Yuan. When converted to US dollars, it is 40 million US dollars. After a preliminary calculation, Ling Qingfeng and Song Yong were really shocked. It turns out that I can't really live in this room without strength.

On the Paradise, having a room doesn't mean sitting back and relaxing, and you have to continue to pay a property management fee of two Heaven dollars per day, which is easily acceptable in comparison.

In this small room of Uncle Seven, you can enjoy wine, food, and beauties from all over the world, of course, provided that one is paid, and the other is that the grade will not exceed the affordable range of the O floor. If you want a higher level of enjoyment. It's going to be killed at the top.

With each floor climbed, the price of the room doubles, the price of goods doubles, and the materials that can be enjoyed are also doubled. If it was just for enjoyment, Ling Qingfeng flipped the manual to the back, only to find that it was not just that.

On the Paradise, you can exchange Heaven Yuan for not only enjoyment, but also all kinds of in-demand materials, intelligence, services, and even some rare things that you can't even think of. For example, martial arts secrets, innate divine weapons, all kinds of strange treasures, of course. The really good stuff, usually only shows up at the top.

Seeing this, Ling Qingfeng vaguely understood. Why hasn't the outside world stormed the Paradise, this place is equivalent to a marginal area. In the middle of white and black, the gray one. Here, all kinds of forces are mixed, and the higher the cabin level of their spokesperson, the easier it is to get some unexpected good things!

The Paradise is more like a trading center protected by unspoken rules, existence is reasonable, and it exists because the world market has such a demand, and its creators have seen this.

All kinds of resources from all over the world are often concentrated in the hands of more powerful people, and these so-called strongmen, basically few of them respect the law, and the laws and principles of ordinary people are not suitable for them. And this Paradise is to give these people a trading platform, an entity killing ground to compete for greater interests. I have to say that the person who created all this is definitely a genius, and the craziest kind.

Gathering the evil and darkness of the whole world requires great strength to support it, and the owner of this ship must remain absolutely strong in order to be able to suppress all evil.

Thinking about it another way, it is precisely because the owner of this ship has mastered such an ecological chain that he can concentrate larger resources and become stronger faster than people of the same level!

Of course, on the strange ship of the Paradise, it is not exactly divided according to the idea of power, but shows a variety of different biospheres, such as behind this manual, an interesting little example.

It's about a guy who has no power to tie the chicken, with a unique technique of massaging loose bones with one hand, and has successfully miraculously risen from the bottom to the B layer, and the compiler of the manual probably wants to tell you a concept, as long as you are valuable, you have the opportunity to go to the top!

After reading the manual, Song Yong was a little confused, because the depth of this ship was far beyond his imagination.

"How do you find that buddy?" Song Yong glared, a little anxious.

Who knew that Ling Qingfeng said unhurriedly: "Go to bed first!" Tomorrow get up and earn a room first. Don't worry, I know the details of that fat man, he won't be able to die in this kind of place for a while! ”

"Earn a room? Boss Ling, that's tens of millions of dollars! Can we do it? Although Song Yong is already the backbone of Hongmen, but this move of tens of millions of dollars of residency still makes him a little frightened, in fact, after reading the manual, he is basically ready to fail the mission.

Finding someone on this boat who doesn't know where it is is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and how can people not worry about this sea area, where there are not only small fish and shrimp, but all the most ferocious fish in the world?

This night, Ling Qingfeng fell asleep, and it was very fragrant. just scared Song Yong to death, he tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep no matter what.

Not to mention how dangerous this ship is, just looking for a needle in a haystack is melancholy to think about.

The next morning, the day dawned, a red sun rose over the sea, and the golden morning light sprinkled on the cabin, reflecting a beautiful light.

Ling Qingfeng jumped up from the bed board with a carp and opened the hatch.

Song Yong, who finally succeeded in falling asleep, was awakened by the sound outside the cabin door, sat up straight, looked left and right, it seemed that he was not used to the bumps on the sea.

"Let's go, find someone!" Ling Qingfeng grinned at Song Yong.

"Huh? Where to look? The second monk Song Yongzhang was puzzled and asked in a daze.

Ling Qingfeng said with a smile: "Let's start with our layer first!" We went to the shooting club. Get the room done first! ”

"Shooting clubs? I haven't played with guns, are you sure you can? ”

Song Yong still didn't understand Ling Qingfeng's movements. Why choose a place like a shooting club, according to Song Yong's estimate. The two of them should go to a fight club or something, and the odds are higher. Even if Ling Qingfeng didn't make a move, Song Yong believed that with his infinitely powerful Black Qilin Arm, he would have the power to fight.

Ling Qingfeng smiled without saying a word, and walked out of the door directly.

The reason for choosing a shooting club is very simple, because what Zhu Liming is best at is shooting, in addition, even if the fat man is slaughtered and sold, he can't sell it for a few dollars, and he will face the same situation as Ling Qingfeng after he gets on the boat. If you want to earn heaven yuan, of course, you have to go to a shooting club or something.

Ling Qingfeng already had a certain number in his heart, if he couldn't find this layer, then he would go up layer by layer, and it would take a few days to find Lao Zhu.

One after another, people came out of the room like Ling Qingfeng and them, and all of them were evil, as if they were not big enough. If the face is not fierce enough, it is not enough here.

Soon, someone noticed Ling Qingfeng and Song Yong, two young people who were obviously one size smaller in physique. It looks like a good bully.

So, a strong black man with three tears tattooed in the corners of his eyes swaggered over to Ling Qingfeng and them.

This kind of tear tattoo is very common in prison, Ling Qingfeng heard about it when he was in Manchester City prison. Anyone who gets this tattoo is generally a felon, sentenced to life imprisonment. This tattoo means that the sentence is so long that it looks like even God wants to cry.

He didn't wait for the strong black man to come up. Ling Qingfeng strode forward, grabbed the other party's throat with one hand, and lifted him up with one hand.

Being able to lift a strong man weighing about two hundred kilograms with one hand, such a character is obviously not an ordinary character, Ling Qingfeng only showed such a hand slightly, and most of the greedy eyes around him were immediately extinguished.

The strong black man was held in Ling Qingfeng's hand, just like a baby who had no power to resist, his black face turned purple, his eyes were full of horror, and his expression of extreme pain made everyone furious.

"I asked, you answered, a wrong word will pinch you to death, understand?" Ling Qingfeng said with a smile.

In the eyes of others, although this young man is full of smiles, he is definitely a ruthless character who doesn't take human life seriously.

The strong black man was already suffocating, so he had to nod desperately, and he doubted that he would be able to hold on.

"Where's the shooting competition area?" Ling Qingfeng threw out the first question.

The strong black man suddenly felt his neck loosen, and his breathing suddenly became much smoother, and the fierce light in his eyes appeared, and he wanted to fight back, but after glancing at someone, he immediately gave up this stupid idea.

"The shooting range is not on this floor, only the first six floors have that kind of place, what I said is true, you can just ask someone!" The strong black man was so frightened that he hurriedly replied.

Ling Qingfeng frowned, it seems that it is not good to be a teacher! There is no shooting range on this floor, so will Lao Zhu stay on this floor?

"So what's on this floor like a shooting competition? Say it! Otherwise, I will pinch you to death! Ling Qingfeng said intimidatingly.

The black man was so frightened that he trembled all over, his brain spun rapidly, and suddenly his eyes blinked, and he said loudly: "Yes, yes!" We have a dart field on this floor, and we bet ten heavenly dollars per game, right at the bow of the boat! I'll take you, I'll take you, don't strangle me anymore! ”

"Well, lead the way!" Ling Qingfeng was very satisfied with the acquaintance of this strong black man, and waved his hand with a smile.

His domineering style directly made Song Yong dumbfounded, but it was strange to say, the murderers next to him seemed to be very fond of this, and they all looked at the excitement with a smile, and there was no longer the feeling of being overwhelmed just now. (To be continued......)