The motel is located on the edge of the town, seven or eight hundred meters ahead, and you can officially enter Wildwind Town.

Mo Fan drove through a wasteland overgrown with weeds to the Stinky River that divides the inside and outside of Wild Wind Town.

There is a string of small factories in the upper reaches of the stinking river, and a large amount of sewage is discharged into the river every day without filtration.

Maybe it's because the environment has rotted to the point that there is no environmental protection department in a meteoric town like Wildwind Town.

The industrial sewage mixed together has a dark brown color like an abyss.

The light hits the surface of the sewage, reflecting a rainbow of light like soap bubbles.

As long as you have seen this stinky river, you will definitely understand what colorful black is.

There is a narrow bridge over the stinky river, just big enough for two cars to run alongside.

It is the only way to cross the river of stinking water.

Abandoned checkpoints were placed on both sides of the bridge, which were initially guarded by men, but were abandoned after several guards died of overdoses of toxins.

After crossing the narrow bridge and walking another kilometer or so, a small square came into view.

Far away, you can see a mobile food truck with a light sign on it.

There are a large number of homeless people entrenched in the square, and the poor life has not made them lose their love for life, and they are all enthusiastic and cheerful.

As soon as Mo Fan's car stopped, three homeless men came from the back of the car, wanting to help the stranger share some heavy burden.

For example, the federal coins that can't be spent, and the car that looks like it can be sold for a good price.

Mo Fan was able to eat anywhere in his previous life, relying on his own hands to follow the customs.

He lowered the window of the car, pulled out a large-caliber revolver and fired three shots in succession, shattering the guns of the three homeless men along with the hands holding the guns.

The vagabonds who were watching like vultures around saw Mo Fan's friendly greeting, and immediately turned into birds and beasts.

A few bold men approached with their hands raised and quickly dragged away the three companions who were clutching their hands and screaming.

It's just that when they were dragged away, the three of them had panicked faces and kept struggling.

It is also unknown whether these "companions" will take them to the hospital, or only part of their bodies.

Either way, it's not something that Mo Fan needs to worry about.

He locked the car and walked briskly to the dining car.

What he had to worry about now was how to fill his stomach.

The food truck is a converted minibus, and the windows around the car have been modified to be pushed outward to form a simple table for diners to eat around the dining car.

The signboard on the roof reads "Love Bento".

The stove is at the back of the car, and a neon sign sticks out of the back of the car, with crooked words written on it.

"The diner mainly sells all kinds of rice bowls for 3 federal dollars per serving."

Mo Fan found a place close to the stove, and as soon as he sat down, the menu was projected on the table.

Looking at the dazzling projections on the menu, he pointed to the potato stew rice bowl that he had eaten in his previous life.

"Boss, let's start with five."

"Okay."

The meaty-faced boss stood up and walked to the stove with a frying spoon in his hand.

Transparent kitchen, freshly made and fried, stands out for being clean and hygienic.

The boss was talking to Mo Fan next to him.

"New customer, head back?"

"Introduced by a friend."

"You have good marksmanship, it reminds me of when I was younger, when I was a mercenary......"

The boss took a sharp drag on his cigarette, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Then your marksmanship must be very good." Mo Fan said politely.

"No, I mean, I was shot in the right hand too."

The boss rolled up his sleeves and showed off the prosthetic leg of his right hand.

"At that time, I couldn't afford to change the high-precision prosthetic, and the gun was unstable, so I had to change the spoon."

Mo Fan was silent for a moment, "What a sad story. ”

The boss asked, "Why didn't you blow their heads just now, because of these bunnies, my business is getting worse and worse." ”

"I'm a pacifist and don't like to kill."

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the semi-open dining car and asked:

"It's such a mess here, aren't you worried about safety, boss?"

"I'm not afraid of messy, I can solve these little cubs with one hand, the important thing is to let the diners eat at ease, clean and hygienic."

When it comes to business philosophy, the boss is very proud.

As soon as he was excited, the cigarette on his mouth shook, and a piece of cigarette ash fell into the pot.

Thanks to the boss's quick eye, he used a frying spoon to fly the ashes, and then continued to stir fry like no one.

Mo Fan frowned, and he felt the urge to update the prosthetic body for his boss.

But after thinking about it, eating in Yefeng Town, eating only the soot and ingredients is indeed clean.

Two minutes later, the first potato stew rice bowl was brought to him with pot gas.

He shoved it into his mouth, and the bitter and astringent smell of instant potatoes hit his head, there was no meat, and the rice was hard and tough, and there was sand.

Countless shortcomings aside, the seasoning alone is quite correct, and it is indeed the taste of potato stew.

But......

Mo Fan asked while pulling the rice bowl:

"Boss, if you don't have a potato stew with meat, you shouldn't be able to call it potato stew."

"Of course you can call it that."

"No, no one called that."

The boss lights a new cigarette and spits out a smoke ring.

"It's okay when it's only priced at three dollars."

Mo Fan felt that it made sense, and he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

"If I add money, can I eat real meat?"

"In the entire Wildwind Town, there is no such thing as real meat."

"Well, I'll admit it can be called potato stew."

Mo Fan was speechless, so he could only bow his head and pick up the rice.

After five servings of rice bowls, he only felt that he had a bottom, and his hunger did not decrease at all, so he added another ten.

While waiting for the rice bowl, he looked into the distance.

In one corner of the square, many homeless people surrounded a burning iron bucket and threw paper money into it.

Mixed in was a young man in a sleeveless fluorescent jacket and colored goggles.

In front of him was an electronic incense burner, and as he slid his fingers, a colorful virtual coin appeared above the incense burner.

The colorful coins spread out, projecting a huge stage above everyone's heads.

There was a band standing on the stage, and the lead singer in a leather jacket raised his arms and shouted in front of him, as if the homeless people were the audience he was facing.

There is a small logo on the edge of the stage.

"Night of Fever" - Collector's Commemorative Coin by Situo Virtual Life, No. 11101.

Mo Fan searched the Internet and found that it was the NFT virtual cryptocurrency released by Xituo Company.

It contains important scenes from the life of the commemorated person, and all collector's grades are limited, and the cheapest ones start at 200,000 federal coins.

Obediently, how could the rich guy who bought a virtual underworld coin with 200,000 yuan appear in Yefeng Town?

Mo Fan couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what's the situation over there?" ”

The boss throws the pot on the stove and selects the automatic spoon reversal mode, and the mechanical arms extend from both sides of the stove to add various spices to the pot while shaking the iron pot.

As a full-fledged stove, it can obviously stir-fry on its own.

Looking at the boss who came out of the dining car and sat next to him, Mo Fan couldn't figure it out.

The meaning of the existence of real people is what is the use of nothing other than adding some soot to the dish.

The boss took out two cigarettes and gave one to Mo Fan.

"You don't know what they're doing? Today is the first of June. ”

"I know, Children's Day, so what?"

The boss was choked by Mo Fan's answer and coughed, "I don't see it, you still have a sense of humor." ”

The boss pointed to the rock performance scene that started on the virtual stage, and said solemnly:

"June 1 is the day when he led people to break through the building of Xituo head office."

Listening to the boss, Mo Fan's mind was flooded with a memory, a story that every bottom of the fourth district heard from a young age.

It was a criminal with five warrants on his belt. A dangerous anti-federal and anti-corporation, a never-restless rock 'n' roll youth, and a rebel who unites all the bottom and threatens the eight supercorporations.

The true legend of District 4 - "Warhammer" Chen Jiming.

When the company was at its peak, Chen Jiming proposed the new 28 law.

That is, 80% of the wealth is in the hands of mega-corporations with 0.02% of the population.

And now call on the people at the bottom to change the status quo.

Since then, he has been engaged in a long battle with the eight supercorporations of the Federation.

As the struggle continued, his followers grew, and the people at the bottom of the entire Fourth District almost regarded him as a spiritual totem.

Eighty-five years ago today, Chen Jiming and his followers gathered in Stellar City in District 4, and a huge team captured the headquarters of Xituo Company.

Under his threat, several other major companies banded together and sent elite troops to support.

That night, the Xituo Building was bulldozed by the war, and Chen Jiming died in the rubble.

The concert scene projected in the distance was the last performance before Chen Jiming captured Xituo Company.

"He almost ruined the company of Situo, why does Situo still sell his commemorative coins?" Mo Fan asked.

The boss snorted,

"It's not new, the company, as long as the price is right, they can sell the noose that hangs themselves."

As the two spoke, an exaggerated voice came from behind them.

"Wow, it's a frenetic night, it's my favorite nostalgic music scene."

Following the prestige, I saw a man with exaggerated pink hair and a funny appearance who seemed to have been born with a clown filter and said loudly.

Eight or nine people followed behind the man, and three staff members with cameras surrounded him, filming his surroundings in all directions.

It looks like I'm recording a TV show.

The clown man waved his hand excitedly:

"There must be people there who understand art, so they chose this place."