Although the underground city of Hangzhou is still in the stage of being rebuilt, now the surface is already rampant with disasters, and except for a few locations, it is impossible to live at all.

Therefore, the infrastructure in the dungeon is actually quite complete.

In addition to these new organizations, there are also quite a few residents who are roaming around here.

After walking through two streets that were being maintained and a lively mahjong parlor, Zhuang Quan came to a somewhat shady area.

As the name suggests, this is a special street that cannot turn on high-power power because of the equipment, and now it has naturally become the preferred area for gray transactions.

You know, although it is still the era of braking, there are still five years before the era of acceleration, that is, the timeline when the earth completely leaves orbit and flies outside the solar system.

But the time when the first batch of dungeons was completely completed actually dates back to 2039, so this black street has existed for more than ten years.

Since it is not an illegal road, and the things sold are useful to the entire area and even the surrounding area, there is no accountability for the people.

Zhuang Quan was brought over twice by Li Miao, saying that he wanted him to familiarize himself with the situation here, so that he could help him next time, now that he thinks about it, Li Miao is clearly already determined to die, and he is supporting the orphan!

He thought with some regret and melancholy, and then was blocked by the thick-armed guards here.

"Hmm!" He pointed to Zhuang Quan's badge nameplate and waved his hand.

Zhuang Quan nodded knowingly, and carefully put away the badge nameplate, "Thank you for reminding me!" ”

Although no one is stupid enough to take a badge to impersonate him, the electronic age can be seen through with a casual scan.

But there are mixed people here, the area is chaotic, if someone really steals it and takes it to open a few doors, something goes wrong or something, you, the owner of the badge nameplate, will also be jointly and severally liable.

Liu Qi and Han Duoduo in The Wandering Earth 1 used a similar method to leave the dungeon, but the era was more advanced, with the technology of identity plate fraud.

Zhuang Quan received the nameplate and confirmed that he had not missed anything, so he walked into this dark and deep street with his bag on his back.

It's still bustling with people, but it's a little more cautious and conservative, and some shops are just open, but they don't open, just waiting for some people to walk by and knock on the door.

In some places farther away, there are still people setting up stalls, but these people are wearing black clothes with their faces covered, and they all seem to be hiding their identities.

Zhuang Quan didn't ask for these, so he didn't look closely, and continued to walk along the road, passing through the shop area, and also walking through the stall area, and came to a darker place.

Although it was dark here, there was a red lantern hanging from it, and under the lantern, there was a person wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, standing quietly like this.

He nodded slightly, this is it, the Black Street Agency.

This is a place that is rumored to be opened by the second generation, and does not do any physical business, the only business is to find people, so to speak, brokers.

This is Zhuang Quan's purpose, what he needs is a stable source of money, a place to speak, not a short transaction.

As for the things that will be feared, manipulated and even controlled if there are more transactions in the future, there is one thing to say, if the gold finger will be manipulated in his body, then he will be too much of a failure to live, and it is better to die!

So, he walked in directly, without even looking at the guards on the side.

There was a faint light in the agency, but there was no one, and the seats that were supposed to be talking about things were also empty, and in front of the counter in the center, there was a middle-aged man playing with his mobile phone.

"We don't accept anything here, sir!" When seeing Zhuang Quan's image, the middle-aged man reminded.

Zhuang Quan nodded: "I know, I'm here to find someone!" ”

"Welcome to the Black Street Agency, I'm Song Yang, the store manager!" The man immediately said, since he came to find someone, he naturally knew the rules here, and that was his guest.

"Store Manager Song, I want to find a gentleman who can speak well at school, and a customer who can help me digest some daily necessities!" Zhuang Quan said, directly explaining the intention.

Song Yang nodded and turned on the computer next to him, in this era, it was a computer from decades ago, which seemed a bit out of place.

But Zhuang Quan also knew that a large number of high-end technology and high-tech equipment were now used in dungeons and planetary engines, and as for the things they used themselves, they were all old goods that were eliminated many years ago.

This style similar to wasteland punk is actually the daily life of the entire wandering earth.

Song Yang raised his head, "Do you know the rules?" ”

"Yes!" Zhuang Quan nodded and handed over a pack of cigarettes, "I took it in the Modu supermarket, 50 years old, fidelity!" ”

"Go on the road!" Song Yang took it with a smile, "What exactly do you need, you need to make it clear!" ”

"A little girl of four or five years old, I hope to find her a school, after all, you know these years, we are so busy, we can stay in school!"

Song Yang glanced at him, his expression softened, and handed him an envelope, "The rescue team?" That's pretty simple, I won't accept anything from you, just take this letter and go to the principal in your area! ”

"Why is that?" Zhuang Quan was stunned.

"Our boss said that to be a person and do things, you have to talk about conscience!" Song Yang raised his head, "The people of the rescue team are originally saving people with their lives, and they have to spend their own money to support orphans, if they collect money, are they people?" ”

"Thank you!" Zhuang Quan nodded, "The merchant's words ......"

"This is the big head, the goods of the rescue team, now there are fewer and fewer, you are the last batch, right?" Song Yang seemed to be asking him, and he seemed to be answering by himself, "Yes, the last batch of this time, once you pass, it will be difficult to get these goods again!" ”

He handed a list in his hand to Zhuang Quan, "Take this to No. 13 Black Street, find Lao Zhao, and say that Song Yang introduced it, he naturally understands!" ”

"The old rule, smoke one percent, you take out the things yourself, we don't turn them over!" He was very confident in his words, "But no one on this street has deceived us into doing business, you should understand!" ”

Zhuang Quan nodded, he naturally understood this, and said that his hands and eyes were open to the sky here, and he would not make such a low-level mistake before he grew up.

"It's your one!" He put the prepared bag into a plastic bag and handed it to the other party.

"Plastic bags? I said you dug up that storehouse's warehouse! Song Yang teased, Zhuang Quan didn't speak, pulled the opening of the backpack, and turned around and left.

Song Yang looked at his back with a curious expression, "It's not easy to find plastic bags these days!" ”

He pulled these things, and his expression suddenly became a little solemn, so he carefully put them away, and walked into the room with the bag.

So many daily chemicals are all products of the era before the construction of planetary engines, after all, this era does not use plastic as packaging, but uses silicon compounds extracted from stones!

Zhuang Quan walked out of the intermediary office, and the cold sweat came down all of a sudden!

He also thought of this layer, and it was difficult to guarantee that these people would not have any gratuitous associations.

It's hard to find out about the crossing, but it's hard to guess that he has a warehouse address from decades ago, and then eat black when he travels!

Forget it, before you have the ability to protect yourself, let's not get out of the dungeon!

Zhuang Quan tightened the straps of his backpack and walked into No. 13 Black Street.