That night, Master Ya was very excited, not only talking a lot, but also drinking a lot. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Eldest sister, three more glasses of ale." When a fat aunt passed by, her face was full of red light, and she waved and shouted at her with a little drunkenness.

"Great!" The fat aunt turned around and answered dryly.

However, at the moment when the two of them looked at each other, their movements froze in unison.

"Aunt Jiang!" Cang Haiya stood up abruptly and exclaimed in surprise.

"Cang Lao, why are you here?" The fat aunt squeezed away the guests around her, walked over quickly, and asked with a look of surprise.

"Where's Jiang Lao?" Cang Haiya didn't answer, but quickly glanced left and right, and then asked.

"Well, the old guy is over there." As she spoke, the fat aunt looked at the small stage in the middle of the bar.

At this moment, a hot and beautiful girl is dancing on stage. I saw her holding the steel pipe on the stage with both hands, twisting her waist/hips vigorously, her tight clothes outlined her sexy curves, her face had a charming expression, and the slit on her chest revealed a large area of snow-white skin and deep ravines.

On the side of the girl, under the stage, are several old men holding musical instruments and wearing Little Red Riding Hood. They played the saxophone pipe, they played the drums, they played the harmonica, and they played the accordion. And the fat aunt's gaze fell on the old man who played the accordion.

"Oh my God! How did he do this......" Cang Haiya cried out in a lost voice.

"Isn't it all about getting by?" The fat aunt smiled a little embarrassedly and said.

saw Canghaiya walking quickly, and shouted loudly as he walked: "Old Jiang! ”

Hearing someone call him, the old man playing the accordion looked up blankly, looked over, and then stood up tremblingly. At the moment, all eyes were on the dancing girl, and the environment was so noisy that no one noticed it without the accordion.

"Cang Lao, you ...... What are you doing here! The old man who played the accordion hurried up and said excitedly.

"Gee, how did you do this?" Before he had time to reminisce, Canghaiya asked.

"It's not to get by." The old man smiled dryly and said.

"With your craftsmanship, why do you ...... here?" asked Cang Haiya with a concerned expression.

"If you want me to go to the small workshop to make some inferior goods, it is better to play the violin here, how happy." The old man said with a smile.

"Then you can go to a big company, as long as you want to go, they don't invite an eight-person sedan chair to carry it?"

Canghaiya looked like he hated iron but not steel, but the old man waved his hand and said proudly: "No...... I'm not going anywhere......" I saw him take a deep breath and say with a firm gaze, "I, Jiang Daya, am a person from the Spring and Autumn Period, and a ghost from the Spring and Autumn Period when I die, and if I want to go somewhere else, it's impossible." ”

"Old Jiang...... Cang Haiya grabbed his old friend's arm tightly, sighed, and his eyes were red.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this today, let's find a place and sit down to catch up on the old days." Jiang Daya gently patted his hand and comforted.

Cang Haiya nodded vigorously, and then sat down at a table with Iron Slag and Quinn under his recommendation.

"This is Jiang Lao, an old technician of Spring and Autumn Heavy Industries." Cang Haiya introduced.

"Hello, friend from afar." "Hello, master." Iron Slag and Quinn nodded in greeting.

"He's ......" Cang Haiya approached Jiang Daya and said in a low voice, "Norseth." ”

Jiang Daya was suddenly startled, stared at the iron slag with wide eyes, and then slowly stood up and bowed solemnly.

Iron Slag hurriedly got up and saluted back. Then, the four of them chatted over a drink. During the banquet, Canghaiya asked about the current situation of Spring and Autumn Heavy Industry. Jiang Daya sighed and said that he hadn't been back for several years. When they left, the workers were divided into two factions, no one obeyed the other, and they fought every day, and it was already chaotic.

"Why is that?" Cang Haiya asked.

Jiang Daya said that since Lu Chengshan's death, there has been no one who can take on great responsibilities. Those who came to power did not have enough prestige, and basically did not do it for long, they were not satisfied with this, that they were unhappy, and sometimes they changed several CEOs in a year, and they couldn't do anything at all.

However, he recently heard that Qi Shengtian's grandson Qi Yun has returned from studying in the western continent and is expected to compete for the next CEO, regroup, and continue to be brilliant.

"Qi Yun?" Cang Haiya pondered for a moment and sighed, "I remember that when he left, he was only eleven years old, but I didn't expect to grow up in a blink of an eye...... Qi Shengtian was the previous CEO of Lu Chengshan, with lofty ambitions, humility, and high prestige among workers. It's a pity that he died young, and his successor Lu Chengshan also followed in his footsteps, so that the Spring and Autumn Heavy Industry has been leaderless and collapsed since then.

It seemed that the words of Canghaiya seemed to bring up the past, Jiang Daya raised his head and poured a big sip of wine, was silent for a long time, exhaled heavily, and sighed: "Lu Chengtian's son has also grown up, we old guys, it's time to go back and take a look......"

Cang Haiya didn't answer, but nodded thoughtfully. After talking about the old days, Jiang Daya got up to say goodbye, returned to the stage, and continued to play the accordion for the stripper. After a while, there were faint shouts and begs for mercy from the noisy crowd.

"I told you to see, I called you to see! If you don't play the violin well, aim at the hooves! "No, there really isn't a ......."

The next morning, when the morning light was shining on the golden earth, the three of them walked out of the small bar and continued their journey.

The jeep drove at a constant speed on the highway, and the scenery along the way was not bad. The central continent has a temperate tropical climate, with humid springs, hot summers, not cool autumns, and not cold winters. It's early summer, the sun is shining, the roadside fields are full of delicate flowers, and the grass is green and refreshing. However, compared with the flowers competing for beauty, the shadows of the trees, and the thousands of miles of wheat fields in the western continent, the sound of bamboo sea waves, green mountains and green waters, and the hazy morning fog in the Far East are still much inferior.

In the distance, a huge city floats in the sky, glittering in the sunlight like a mythical palace. Around the city, floatboats come and go, up and down, like toiling swarms of bees. It was the ninth silver city, Elk City, the largest city in the Central Continent, and its status was similar to that of the Eternal City in the Western Continent.

As time passed, the city in the sky faded away. The sun slowly rose and set, and about ten hours later, in the evening, the jeep drove into the territory of Lizard City. As far as the eye can see, there are towering chimneys and steel casting factories all around.

This is the location of Chubu Heavy Industry, where 75 percent of the world's ore smelting and 35 percent of machinery manufacturing are carried out.

After another two hours, when it was almost dark, everyone finally arrived at the destination of the trip, Fengkou Town.

In the orange-red light, the town of Fengkou was a mess, full of shacks and wooden and iron houses, and scattered scavengers hid in them, lazily making food.

All kinds of abandoned vehicles and mechs can be seen everywhere, tens of thousands of fuel drums are piled up in the middle of the place, and a large number of rusted parts are half-hidden in the sand, which is a completely desolate scene. Compared to here, Iron Mountain is a paradise, at least like a town, not a garbage dump.

As the jeep drove into the town's streets, the scavengers looked over to them, their eyes familiar to those of a scavenger looking at their prey. But they quickly diverted their attention and continued to fiddle with their own affairs. It is not difficult to see that these strangers are not easy to mess with, and their identities are easily reversed, changing from prey to hunters.

"Oh my God, how did it become like this......" Cang Haiya couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the dilapidated scene of the town.

Walk along the town street and come to the center of the town. It's a lot of bustling here, with a lot of traffic and vendors, but it's mainly for buying and selling daily necessities.

Guided by the sea, they continued on their way, about two kilometers past the center of town, to a dilapidated building.

Looking up, the building is only six floors, but it is thousands of meters wide and occupies most of the block. According to Canghaiya, the building is in the shape of "Hui", with a living area in the middle and a factory on all sides.

After driving a little further, the entrance of the factory is in the middle part, and there is an iron plaque with all the paint hanging above, and four thick characters "Spring and Autumn Heavy Industry" can be vaguely seen.

Driving into the unguarded gate, flanked by a row of towering ancient trees, their roots twisted and their backbones tall and straight. Cang Haiya said that the first generation of factory directors liked poplar trees, and took the nobility and perseverance of poplar as the spirit of Spring and Autumn Heavy Industry.

At this moment, the leaves in the factory are flying, and there is a thick layer on the ground, which seems to have been unattended for a long time. Fortunately, there are still car marks coming and going, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to find the road. After a while, they walked all the way along the car marks to the office building of Spring and Autumn Heavy Industries, parked the car, and walked in.

There was a middle-aged guard standing in front of the door of the office building, and when he saw Canghaiya, he immediately recognized it and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"Cang Lao, why are you back?"

"Bring a friend over and have a look." Canghaiya replied.

"Is it an order? That's great! The middle-aged guard said with surprise on his face.

"Not necessarily...... Cang Haiya smiled a little embarrassedly, he didn't expect that the factory was already so poor, and even the guards were worried about the order.

Subsequently, the three of them, led by the middle-aged guard, took the elevator and came to the reception room on the fifth floor.

Looking around, the furniture in the reception room was very old, but it was neatly clean, with white dining on the table and chairs covered with light green cotton cloth sleeves embroidered with birds and flowers.

After waiting for a while, a young man in a suit and leather shoes and a female secretary in a professional skirt and holding a folder walked in.

"Cang Lao!" The young man strode forward and warmly shook Canghaiya's hand.

"You are ......" Looking at the handsome face, Cang Haiya hesitated.

"I am Qi Yun, Qi Shengtian's grandson." The young man smiled and replied. When he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, full of confidence, and with an expensive and neat outfit, he looked even more radiant and extravagant.

The words and deeds are like ......

A Silver City nobleman.