Under the high-rise buildings of the White Bird Star, there are large areas of cables, communications, and sewage channels that are tens of thousands of kilometers long and horizontal, like spider webs, and in this dirty, rat-infested, and dark underground world, there lives a group of people, who are collectively called rats by the people on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of these people who live in the underworld are born black because their ancestors are black households, and they cannot enjoy all the benefits that the interstellar federation gives citizens the same benefits as normal federal citizens.

Therefore, from the day they were born, they were destined to stay in this dark underworld.

In addition to the black households, the underground world is also full of all kinds of people, and it is a paradise for criminals, a refuge for politicians, and a safe haven for wanderers.

In addition, there are some white-collar workers and workers who cannot afford the high living expenses on the ground, and will also use the underground world as their temporary home.

In general, they are the marginalized people behind the high development of the Interstellar Federation, in the shadows.

Sending away those refugee gunmen, Lin Chong invited the fat man and sauerkraut to his office for a gathering.

The fat man felt that Lin Chong was a good person, and consulted the sauerkraut, because he had never heard of it, and wanted to know more about the underground world, so he nodded happily and agreed.

The land price in the central city is expensive, so Lin Chong's office is not big.

At the strong request of sauerkraut, Lin Chong smiled bitterly and briefly described the underground world.

The fat man's reaction was quite normal, although he had never seen people underground before, but he had heard of it slightly.

After all, the specialty of "rats" is not only available on White Bird Star, but also on Earth Star.

It's sauerkraut, well-read, knowledgeable about astronomy and geography, but for the underground world, there are people like "rats", but they don't know anything.

In Lin Chong's narration, Sauerkraut exclaimed from time to time, saying that this is too incredible, how can there be such an unfair thing in the Interstellar Federation.

This can't blame the sauerkraut for being lonely and unheard, because when she was in the Ling family, she came into contact with famous families, how could these upper-class people talk about such a disappointing and unworthy topic.

Because there are so many sensitive issues involved, everything about the underworld, and the federal government does not allow it, these things appear in any reports and documents.

Even fat people only know a fur, and it is not surprising that the knowledge of sauerkraut in this area is completely blank.

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On the long rosewood table, there is a snow-white fine rice paper.

A middle-aged man around 40 years old, 170 cm tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, bright eyes, wearing an ancient Chinese robe, is forgetting his feelings and swiping his pen and snake.

After a while, a song that has been recited for thousands of years and endured "Man Jianghong" jumped on the paper, with a middle-aged man's strong pen and strong iron painting silver hook, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

Even contemporary calligraphy masters are bound to be amazed when they see it.

After the middle-aged man finished writing, it seemed that he was still unsatisfied, the wolf brush on the ink inkstone, dipped in ink, the old man standing on the side, carefully removed the calligraphy and painting on the table, and on the long table, again spread the snow-white rice paper.

"Master, you've been writing for three hours today, why don't you take a break!" The old man in the robe, who was about sixty years old, said respectfully.

"Has it been three hours?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, as if he was surprised that time had passed so quickly.

"Yes, sir, it's been three hours and twelve minutes!" The robed old man smiled and said lightly.

"Time flies! Two hundred and sixty-four days have passed in the blink of an eye! The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, his face full of melancholy.

The old man's face darkened slightly, he naturally knew what the middle-aged man said about this day represented.

The old man said: "Master, Miss Belle, Ji Ren Tianxiang, it will be fine!" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, with a faint wry smile on his face, and said, "Nuoshan, tell me honestly, I used to be too strict with Belle, otherwise she would have left a letter and went out alone." ”

The old man was a little hesitant, the middle-aged man in front of him was one of the five major families of the Interstellar Federation, Ling Haowen, the head of the Ling family, a person who could look down on all beings in the clouds.

The children of wealthy families are not exactly as beautiful as outsiders see, because to inherit the huge family industry, they have been strictly required since they were young, and the efforts and sweat they have paid are several times that of ordinary children, and the Ling family is more demanding in this regard.

The old man bowed his head and said, "Master, with all due respect, your requirements for Miss Belle are a little harsh, but Miss Belle is gifted and intelligent, and she should know that you have a hard time for her." ”

"Hopefully!"

Ling Haowen said lightly: "Nuoshan, I'm very happy, you can tell me the truth!" There are fewer and fewer people who can tell the truth in front of me now! ”

"Maybe I was too her at the beginning! Alas! Ling Haowen sighed softly and picked up the brush again, the tip of which was dipped in ink.

Among the three children, Ling Haowen's favorite is the second Lingbeier, Lingbeier is not only talented, but more importantly, she has an innocent and kind heart.

In a wealthy family that competes for power and profit, and brothers turn against each other, it is really rare to have such a noble character.

Since Ling Bei'er's disappearance, Ling Haowen has spent twice as much time in the study as before, and it seems that only immersing himself in the world of calligraphy will completely calm his heart.

The old man stood silently, his master Ling Haowen, as if he was born, with the air of a king, it was an indescribable momentum, and many dignitaries and dignitaries who met him for the first time didn't even dare to breathe in front of him.

Even after watching Ling Haowen grow up since he was a child, after the old man just finished saying that, he felt that his back was already oozing sweat.

"Bang!"

The door of the study was slammed open, and a person rushed in.

The old man's face changed suddenly, and his figure flashed, and he blocked the front of the comer, and the speed was incredible.

A green shadow, fleeting, when it reappeared, it had been attached to the neck of the comer, and suddenly it was a jade short blade, as long as the blade in the old man's hand was a little bit forward, it could cut the carotid artery of the comer.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with short hair and a resolute face, although he was stuck to his neck by the old man's jade short blade, but his resolute face was full of excitement and joy.

"Geng Yun, you are so bold, you dare to trespass into Lingyun Pavilion without permission!" The old man's face was pale, and although he recognized this person, the short blade in his hand was not removed.

Geng Yun was Ling Haowen's childhood playmate, and when he grew up, he became the leader of Ling Haowen's personal bodyguard team, and he was also one of the few people that Ling Haowen rarely trusted.

Lingyun Pavilion, although it is only the Ling family, covers an area of thousands of acres of magnificent buildings, an inconspicuous attic, but this is no different from the forbidden area, except for Ling Haowen and Nuoshan, who he is also a teacher and friend, no one can step into half a step.

Geng Yun pushed away the short blade in his neck, rushed to Ling Haowen, and said excitedly: "Patriarch, we have found Miss Belle!" ”