Chapter 1 The System and the Gold Diggers
The pouring rain hit the roof, making a crackling sound. Muddy rainwater flowed down from the eaves in a line, shrouding the night in haze.
Zhang Cishun was awakened from his sleep, and his heart suddenly shrank as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and then he slowly relaxed in the familiar environment.
It was a shabby room, and there wasn't even a bed.
Zhang Cishun was lying on the ground. Under him was a blanket that was not very soft and whose original color could no longer be seen...?
In another corner of the room, a short body was curled up, and his eyes looking out the window were full of worry.
It's going to rain tonight
. That's not good news.
"What time is it...Diao...Jingshuo?" Zhang Cishun asked.
The eleven- or twelve-year-old child who was called Jing Shuo by Zhang Cishun was not originally called that name. The name was a name he picked up during one of his 'gold rushes'.
Along with this name, there is also a defective identity core.
Diao Zai fixed it and it got a new name.
"It's past seven o'clock, it's not time yet." Jing Shuo turned around.
The young face looked extremely thin in the lightning that came in from time to time.
"There is still half a bowl of porridge, can you heat it up?"
Zhang Cishun shook his head: "You can rest, I will do it myself."
As he said that, he got up from the bed. Jing Shuo was not polite and got in when Zhang Cishun left the bed.
The small body curled up on the colorless blanket, grabbed a corner of the blanket with his hands, and skillfully wrapped himself in it.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The temperature in the room was by no means warm, but it wasn't particularly cold either. After Zhang Cishun put on all his stained clothes, he prepared a meal for himself before leaving on the simple stove built in the southwest corner of the room.
——Porridge
is only porridge.
Zhang Cishun has nothing to dislike, maybe... he was a little uncomfortable when he first came to this world, but within a month, he was able to accept everything calmly.
"Ha--"
Jing Shuo yawned in the bed, and then suddenly remembered something, stretched out his arm from the bed, and skillfully took off the 'watch' on his wrist.
That is the device that contains the core of 'Jing Shuo's' identity.
With it, you can enter and exit places that do not require face synchronization authentication.
"At night... pay attention to safety."
"I know."
...
At 7:35,
the heavy rain outside the window has not abated.
Zhang Cishun, who had already drank all the bowl of warm porridge, silently poured Jing Shuo's I put my watch on, and then carefully sorted out the rough flying cables.
This is the masterpiece of Jing Shuo, who has outstanding talent in equipment maintenance.
But in terms of maintenance style, it's very rough.
Zhang Cishun stared at the watch, and soon, the panel that only he could see appeared in front of him.
"Full-function watch [incomplete]"
"Identity module: 'Jing Shuo';
network module - damaged;
remaining modules - missing;"
"Full-function watch equipped with α operating platform, the original version is 1.17, now it is factory Version 1.0. Relevant version upgrades need to be done online."
"The core module adopts a new process technology and is researched and produced by [Chenxi Technology]..." "
Shell technology: G level."
"Core technology: B level."
"Other attributes: Weight - 113g; Core heating - 73°C; Cooling load - 0% (The cooling system is detected to be missing, please go to the designated location for repair as soon as possible.); Energy supply - 3%; Redundant space - 69% ."
"Assembly accuracy - 73%; core system response efficiency - 46%."
"Additional attributes: None"
"Working status: good!"
"Rating: F-"
Gold finger!
Yes, Goldfinger.
And to be precise, Zhang Cishun typed out this cheat code by hand before he traveled through time.
This was originally a life deputy job system in a game, but now, it has traveled through time with Zhang Cishun.
Some are grateful, and some are regretful.
If I had known that time travel would happen in my life, I would never have been responsible for writing the code for the life system in the game. Wouldn't it be nice to write a combat system as my golden finger?
"Alas..."
With a sigh, Zhang Cishun withdrew his attention.
Looking back at Jing Shuo, who was immersed in sleep, he silently put on his poncho and walked into the heavy rain.
Of course, he didn't forget to bring his weapon - a sharpened steel bar.
The night is always tolerant
, whether it is kindness or evil
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the gold mining spot in City No. 88 is located near the barrier in Xiacheng District, nearly ten minutes away from Jing Shuo's 'home' where Zhang Cishun is currently staying.
When he arrived here through heavy rain and muddy ground, many people like him were already standing in front of the rusted iron gate.
His arrival did not attract too many people's attention, and everyone was not in a good mood - because of the rain.
There is no shelter for them here. Everyone is in the same situation.
The thin raincoat can cover some rain, but it cannot stop the cold wind. Zhang Cishun saw that many people were squatting on the ground and curling up as much as possible to maintain heat.
But despite this, their bodies still couldn't stop trembling.
Some old gold diggers have their own small groups who gather together like polar penguins.
Zhang Cishun quietly found a corner and curled up like those people. Then, while waiting for the time to arrive at eight o'clock, I looked at the garbage mountain that was vaguely visible in the rain through the gap in the iron door.
Yes
it's a dump
but for people like them it's a gold rush.
The garbage produced in the uptown and inner city every day will be dumped here at a fixed time. These wastes in the eyes of the people in the uptown are no longer waste here.
Just like the watch he is wearing now, although its functions are defective, the parts were all found here one by one by Jing Shuo.
"call……"
Zhang Cishun exhaled, and white frost formed in the cold air.
Even though I was wearing a raincoat, I still felt uncomfortable being caught in the heavy rain.
Finally,
after five anxious minutes passed, a garbage truck staggered into his sight.
Almost at this moment, all the gold diggers stood up.
They held their weapons tightly - iron hooks and wooden clamps,
silently, but secretly competing with each other. Everyone was crowded together and blocked in front of the iron gate, just like the subway rush hour scene that was far away in my memory.
But everyone also had sense - at least they didn't dare to block the path of the garbage truck.
Because - they can really kill people.
The garbage truck got closer and closer, swaying without any intention of slowing down. When it was about ten meters away from the iron gate, a sensing device similar to a monitoring probe at the top of the iron gate made a beeping sound. After the sound, the door opened automatically.
No one moved.
They only waited for the car to slowly drive into it, and then they swarmed up, crowded each other, and even secretly entered.
Zhang Cishun stood apart from the crowd and seemed out of place.
After all the large troops entered, he took a step forward and walked in with the same few people who were wandering outside.
The heavy rain buried the smell of garbage, but Zhang Cishun was more willing to endure the stench than the chill of the dirty garbage water seeping into his shoes.
Now
the garbage mountain is close at hand.
But they can't start work yet
because today's garbage hasn't been dumped yet.
So
while everyone was waiting for the garbage truck to dump new garbage, they looked at the figure who jumped out of the car and walked towards them.
It was a man with a face full of flesh, and a centipede-like wound from the corner of his right lip to the base of his ear. There are rumors that the horse he snatched was cut out with a knife sharpened from chopsticks while he was not paying attention. If the doctor's suturing operation had not been successful, his mouth would really be grinning from the corner to the corner.
Zhang Cishun doesn't know his name, but his nickname is quite famous among the gold diggers.
Centipede
is famous not because he is cruel, but because he is smart and cruel.
While the prices of 'tickets' to other gold mining sites were increasing day by day, he still maintained the price of fifty credits per person every day.
What kind of asset level is fifty credit points?
It was enough to save him and Jing Shuo from eating porridge for half a month.
This is a very high price, but in horizontal comparison, it seems extremely cheap.
The one before him had offered a hundred points, and then he died in a riot. The first thing Centipede did when he took over his new job was to stop the garbage trucks that were delivered to the North City garbage dump every day. Then one day, the leader had an in-depth exchange with the old group of gold diggers entrenched here for a night.
After that night,
the rules of Beicheng Garbage Dump were stipulated
that no matter who came to Beicheng Garbage Dump to pan for gold, they would only be charged fifty credit points for admission.
Centipede's setback has given some people the wrong idea, and they want to go a step further and once again reduce or even eliminate the cost of tickets.
Then
Centipede once again stopped the garbage supply to the Beicheng garbage dump for three days.
During those three days,
there were many corpses in the garbage mountain at the Beichang garbage dump.
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(End of chapter)