Chapter 933

Before is also in front of the elevator, Zhang Heng listened to chat up the fishnet socks woman mentioned credit point.

Credit point is the official currency in circulation of human Federation at present. Almost all goods and services are settled by credit point. Zhang Heng also saw his current credit point balance from his bracelet.

- 962.

It's not enough to pay for the one-time service for women with fishnet stockings, and it's not enough for Xu Qian to buy a new bag, but it's not too small. For the beef Ramen Zhang Heng eats now, a bowl of ramen with 25 credit points and 962 credit points can also allow Zhang Heng to complete the two-week task as long as he saves some money.

I just don't know whether his salary here is paid by month or by completing a task.

Next to Zhang Heng's noodle shop, there is a store selling all kinds of audio equipment. After Zhang Heng finished eating noodles, he also went there for a turn.

"Shellac records? I haven't heard of it. "

The owner of the audio equipment store is a man with long hair and looks like an artist. However, when he heard Zhang Heng's question, he shook his head. "Although I don't know what you're looking for, the physical records basically stopped production in 2039. Now they're all digital audio. It's better to download them directly from the Internet, but..." After a pause, he said, "there are indeed some people who like old things collecting these things. I'll give you an address where you can try your luck."

"Thank you."

After receiving the address, Zhang Heng directly navigated there with the navigation module on his bracelet. It was a grocery store called the house of old things, which was not far from the audio equipment store, but it was a bit remote. It was between the two communities, not facing the road. Next to it was an equally unpopular pastry shop.

Although it's not dark yet, the sign of closing has been put on the window of the house of old things. It leaves work early. I have to say that like its name, its appearance looks very retro. It still uses the classic glass wood door at the end of the 20th century. It's hard for Zhang Heng to find a sense of familiarity in this city full of a sense of technology.

However, it seems that he didn't come at the right time today. Zhang Heng saw that the opposite side had already finished work, so he had to come back at another time.

But just as he turned to leave.

The glass and wood door of the old house was suddenly pushed open.

A young man appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was carrying a guitar on his back and an old stereo under his arm. As he ran, he called his companions behind him, "hurry up, that old man may wake up in a moment."

His companion was about the same age as him, holding an electric oven and two routers with antennas, but his face looked a little sad, "Wang Qian, do you think these things can really sell for money? I haven't found a buyer for the junk last time. "

"We can ask the museum. If we can't, we'll sell it back. Isn't this place a recycling place?" Leading young humanity.

As a result, the young man behind didn't speak, but his companion suddenly stopped and stood still.

Caught off guard, he almost ran into the young man named Wang Qian in front of him.

"What's the matter? Didn't you say to run fast?" The boy behind complained, but when he raised his head and looked around his companion's body, he immediately became nervous when he saw Zhang Heng on the opposite side.

Three people just stood there and looked at each other for about four or five seconds.

After that, the boy named Wang Qian opened his mouth and said, "who are you?"

"Bodyguard." Zhang Heng replied.

"What?" The two teenagers were shocked. "We just take some rubbish. Does old Geng have a bodyguard to guard against?"

"You seem to have misunderstood something," Zhang Heng said. "I'm not the bodyguard of the shop owner."

Wang Qian felt relieved, "that's good. I'm scared to death."

"But..." Zhang Heng said, "it's not good to take people's things. What's more, aren't you afraid of being photographed by the security system in the store? You'll be finished as soon as you call the police. "

"It doesn't matter. There's no security system in old Geng's shop, and he's eccentric and doesn't believe in the police." The boy behind Wang Qian said quickly, but when he finished, he realized that he seemed to be talkative.

Wang Qian glared at his companion and then said to Zhang Heng, "since it has nothing to do with you, you'd better get out of the way, my friend."

"What else?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Otherwise..." Wang Qian clenched his teeth, put down the speaker under his arm, and took out a knife to cut fruit from his pocket. "Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

However, Zhang Heng didn't respond to this. He just looked at the scabbard on his waist.

The eyes of the two teenagers on the opposite side fell on the knife with him, and their faces turned white immediately. They were not professional robbers originally, but they just had nothing to do to find some fun in their boring life. In addition, they earned some capital that they could boast and show off in school. They didn't even expect to sell their garbage at any price. Of course, they didn't bring anything A decent weapon.Compared with Zhang Heng's waist, the only knife is not long enough to see who is a real man.

They looked at each other and obediently put down the things in their hands.

And Zhang Heng also sideways to get out of the way, exhorting, "let's go, in addition, don't come back, the next time is to be hit by me again, it's not so simple."

After scaring away the two teenagers, Zhang Heng bent down and picked up the pile of things they had fallen on the ground.

Then the door of the old house opened again, and an old man in his sixties came out with an honest shotgun and yelled, "hands up! You bloody thief. "

"Well, actually the thief has just been driven away by me. Since it's not the first time you've been patronized by them here, you should know them," Zhang Heng explained. "I'm going to send these things back to your shop.

"I can't cheat me, boy with bow. It's a black game." The old man's face was red and he gasped. "You follow those two little bastards to my shop. When they steal my treasure, you'll rob them again."

"Logically, it makes sense." When the old man spoke, Zhang Heng also smelled a stream of wine from the air, so he didn't talk nonsense anymore, put down the router and speaker in his hand, and then suddenly shot.

The old man just felt a flower in front of him. When he reacted, the shotgun had come to Zhang Heng's hand like magic.

Seeing Zhang Heng turning his gun to him, he seemed to wake up suddenly, nodded and said seriously, "well, I believe you are here to help."

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