It was late at night, and the wind was cold outside the window.

The hall of the Fortuna Control Center is as warm as spring, and the powerful central air conditioning blows warm air in every corner.

Of course, the God of Wealth is not the legendary God of Wealth, but a resource satellite independently designed, developed and launched by the National Dynasty in 3005. In the past three years, the God of Wealth has been scanning every inch of land in the world non-stop, bringing a large number of mineral and seafood resources to the dynasty, and it really lives up to the name of the God of Wealth.

Unlike military and communications satellites, resource satellites do not have a high level of secrecy, and their utilization rate is 100 percent; a resource release map is issued every 24 hours. It's a boring job for the various groups of controllers in the control center.

Fortuna is controlled by a central computer, requires little human intervention, and works diligently and day and night. Controllers have little to do but check the data every two hours.

Renault was looking at the screen in front of him intently, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned from time to time, and he seemed to be in a good mood. Press the control button from time to time, and the screen will be replaced by another screen full of text.

You read that right, at this moment, Renault is reading novels on the computer in the control center, and Renault, as a top student, didn't have time to read these nonsense things until three months ago, through a friend of his father, he entered the God of Wealth Control Center for an internship, and he had time to get in touch with fantasy novels.

Just because he took one more look, and since then, Renault has been deeply involved in it. It's not that Renault's self-control is bad, but the work of the control center is far less noble than it seems to outsiders, and if you don't find something interesting to do, you can bored people to death.

Of course, the control computer is not allowed to install these messy things, not to mention novels and movies, even the most basic communication tools can not be, any program that wants to be entered into the computer needs to go through several levels of leadership review, software engineers repeatedly confirmed, stamped with seventeen or eighteen chapters, in order to complete the process.

No matter what, controlling the computer is also for the God of Wealth resource satellite, and no one can afford this responsibility.

Fortunately, there is an output interface specially prepared for the output resource distribution map on the console, and Renault uses this small thing to call the text-only e-book from this output port to the screen. Of course, this is not his initiative, but the predecessors of the control center played with the leftovers and lent them to him.

The work of the God of Wealth Control Center is relatively much easier, as long as it doesn't mess around, even if the director of the center sees it, he will only remind two sentences, and let his subordinates have fun, after all, this job is too boring.

According to the regulations, at least two people are needed to be on duty at night, and Renault, as an intern, naturally has to take care of the old-timers, and the senior brothers in the same group found a place to sleep by themselves three hours ago. At this time, the control center of thousands of square meters is only Renault on duty.

Three minutes ago, he had just checked the data, and the God of Wealth was as stable and industrious as ever. It is said that this kind of resource satellite with its own high-performance solar collection panels, as long as it does not encounter abnormal conditions, can work in orbit for more than 200 years, which is far more powerful than those military and communication satellites that only have a few decades.

When he first entered the control center, Renault was still thinking about learning things, but in less than ten days, he had already learned almost everything he could learn. This is a satellite control center, not a satellite R&D center. The feeling to Renault is that any college student, even a high school student, can be qualified for the job as long as he trains seriously for a month.

Of course, he also knows that this is not the case. When the God of Wealth is running smoothly, there is no difference between his position and sitting on a person, but if he really encounters a problem......

The pedal dog is no different from a Renault sitting on it, not anyway.

There is only one purpose for arranging the duty, that is, someone is looking at the central computer automatic control module on the side. If there is a problem with the God of Wealth, the automatic control module will send out an alarm synchronously, so that the personnel on duty can find the supervisor and maintenance engineer to deal with it as soon as possible.

To put it bluntly, the role that Renault, an intern, can play is really limited. The design and manufacture of this God of Wealth is good enough, and three years after the sky was put into orbit, there was not even a single alarm. After a long time, people are lazy, and those on the night shift really have nothing to do except read books and chase dramas.

Subconsciously raised his head and looked at the roof of the shed, after a few months of experiments, Renault has put all the data of the God of Wealth in his mind, at this time, the God of Wealth should not be far from the top of his head, but unfortunately on the ground, he can't see the God of Wealth that has been with him for three months day and night.

In the distant outer space, a black hole space particle that was only the thickness of a finger and half a foot long flew towards the earth at an incredible speed. It flickered and flickered, and every time it cut through space, it would show a different light under the illumination of different stars, and at the same time, it swallowed up a small piece of space at the place where it flashed.

A few minutes later, the Fortuna satellite in orbit suddenly disappeared, along with the central control computer in the ground control center and the intern Renault sitting not far from the computer.

Renault had absolutely no idea what was happening, for a moment, or for eternity?

When he regained consciousness, he felt that the bones in his whole body were broken, and the flesh and bones were separated, and he could not even tell whether he was lying down or lying on his stomach except for being conscious.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light, and then the ears heard a strange sound, which seemed to be far away in the sky, and seemed to be close to the ears. The change in light made him gradually regain his senses, and it was difficult to judge the distance between the other party and him, which should be very close.

The steward of the Oriental Packer looked to be in his forties, wrapped in a white cloth and only his eyes were exposed, which was the standard dress of the Southwest Golden Road Packer.

Extremely cold in the morning and evening, extremely hot at noon, excessive strong light, and ever-present wind and sand, whether you are a high-ranking official or a dignitary, a big businessman, or even a martial arts master, you must not carry such a suit.

"It looks like he was struck by lightning, and the hair on his whole body is burned out, and he still has a breath, so he should be hopeless. After saying that, the steward of the Oriental Pack Gang shook his head, stood up, turned on his horse, and followed the long convoy to catch up with his own pack gang.

In a daze, the light changed again, and the steward of the Changfeng Pack Gang glanced at the horse, shook his head slightly, and couldn't understand in his heart, on this desolate golden ancient road in the southwest, how could there be a single person, even if he was not struck by lightning, he would not live for a few days, in this place where he ate people and did not spit out bones, even the medium-sized pack gang did not dare to walk alone, let alone alone?

No matter how fierce a lone thief is, he will not do such a stupid thing. The man lying on the ground did not look very old, his whole body was charred, and he could not live when he saw it. On this trade route, the pack gang will not take in strangers easily, and the devil knows if it is a spy of the sand pirates.

Of course, this one on the ground is definitely not, a stupid, blood-hungry, bestial sand thief, and he has not yet been able to play such a bitter trick. Not to mention the sand thief, if he were the well-informed Changfeng Gang manager, he couldn't think of what he had gone through to become like this.

He casually pulled out a piece of white linen from his horse bag and threw it on the body of the dying man on the ground. In fact, he knew that this was completely boring, after the gang, in less than half a day, there would be a sand wolf to deal with this flesh and bones, even if there was no sand wolf, those scavenging vultures in the sky would not let go of this pile of delicacies.

As for the burial, forget it, I have exhausted too much physical strength all the way, not to mention those guardian warriors in the pack gang trading house, it is better to abide by the natural laws of the desert.

Hundreds of eight-meter-long four-trailer carts, passing by one after another, on both sides of the carts, stewards riding handsome horses, guarding warriors, and pack gangs, walked around this pile of rotten meat with expressionless faces.

Walking on this thousand-year-old golden road, every year it will bring dozens or hundreds of times the profits of the commercial bank, and at the same time take away a piece of fresh life.

The living, and the so, and the mortal. That long wind is in charge, and he is willing to throw down a piece of white hemp, which is already a rare kindness.

Renaud felt much better, the light in front of him was stronger, and most importantly, he could feel himself lying on the ground, and not only that, but also the sound of chariots and horses in his ears, and the soft, strange accents of conversation. His mind was not clear enough to tell which dialect this somewhat familiar tone was. On top of that, he could already feel his breathing.

Just thinking about what happened, someone jumped off the horse and squatted beside him to see the freshness, and saw the charred corpse on the ground actually moved twice and bluffed.

Don't look at Huya, he is only a thirteen-year-old boy, but this is the second time he has walked the golden road with the Tiger Gang. The little guy has seen blood, killed people, and is playful, and it is a rare pistachio in the pack gang. Not only does the Tiger Gang's own family like him, but even the other Gangs in the same company rarely look at him unpleasantly.

This kid is good at everything, but his curiosity is too heavy, there is a lot of nonsense, as long as he has never seen something, he always wants to figure it out, and when he first walked the golden road, he didn't give the Tiger Gang a lot of trouble. Fortunately, when encountering sand thieves, the little guy is bold and ruthless enough, which is really a rare good helper.

In addition to being bluffed at the beginning, Huya felt a little faceless, reached out and flipped the charred corpse over, put his fingers under Renault's nose, and jumped up in shock: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, come and see, this person can breathe?"

As if he had made a great discovery, Huya shouted loudly, and in front of the convoy, two handsome horses turned their heads and came to Huya's side.

"Uncle Wang, the shopkeeper, he is really angry, and he is quite fierce, I don't believe you, I didn't lie. Huya was afraid that they would not believe it, so he said anxiously, and swore to the sky, the younger he is, the more afraid he is of being looked down upon, especially in front of people close to him.

Uncle Wang, also known as the Tiger King, is the guardian warrior and steward of the Tiger Gang, jumping off the horse, reaching out and pressing the wrist of the charred corpse, with a strange look on his face.