Chapter 933 Help

When Zhang Heng was still in front of the elevator, he heard the woman in fishnet stockings talk to him mention credit points.

Credit points are currently the official currency of the Human Federation. Almost all goods and services are settled with credit points, and Zhang Heng also saw his current credit point balance from the bracelet.

——962 points.

This amount is not too much, and it is obviously not enough to pay for the service of the fishnet stocking woman, nor is it enough for Xu Qian to buy a new bag, but it is not too little, considering the beef ramen that Zhang Heng is eating now. , 25 credits for a bowl of ramen, 962 credits, as long as you save some money, you can still complete Zhang Heng's two-week mission.

I just don’t know whether his salary here is paid monthly or once he completes a task.

Right next to the small noodle shop where Zhang Heng ate noodles, there was a store selling various audio equipment. Zhang Heng also went there for a walk after eating the noodles.

"Shellac records? Never heard of them."

The owner of the audio equipment store is a man with long hair who looks quite artistic. However, when he heard Zhang Heng’s question, he shook his head, “Although I don’t know what you are looking for, but the physical Records will basically cease to be produced in 2039. Now they are all digital audio, which can be downloaded directly from the Internet and the effect is better. However..." He paused and continued, "There are indeed some people who like old things. People are collecting these things, I’ll give you an address, you can go there and try your luck.”

"Thanks."

After receiving the address, Zhang Heng directly used the navigation module on his wristband to navigate there. It was a grocery store called Jiuwu Zhijia. It was not far from the audio equipment store, but the location was a bit remote, between two communities. The room is not facing the road, and next to it is a pastry shop that is also not very popular.

Although it's not dark yet, a closing sign has been hung on the window of the House of Old Objects, and I got off work early. I have to say that just like its name, its appearance also looks quite retro, and the materials used are still the same. This is a classic glass-wooden door from the late 20th century. It is rare for Zhang Heng to find a sense of familiarity in this city full of technology.

However, it seemed that he came at the wrong time today. Seeing that the person opposite had already got off work, Zhang Heng had no choice but to come back at another time.

But just as he turned around to leave.

The glass and wooden door of the Old House was suddenly pushed open with force.

A young man ran out from inside. He looked like he was 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, hurry up. , that old thing might wake up soon."

His companion, who was about the same age as him, was holding an electric oven and two routers with antennas, but the expression on his face looked a little sad, "Wang Qian, do you think these things can really be sold for money?" We haven’t found a buyer yet for that junk.”

"We can ask the museum. If it doesn't work, we can sell it back. Doesn't this damn place recycle old things?" said the leading young man.

As a result, before the young man behind him opened his mouth, he saw his companion suddenly put his feet back and stood still.

He was caught off guard and almost bumped into the young man named Wang Qian in front of him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you want to run fast?" The young man behind complained, but when he raised his head and looked around his companion's body, he immediately became nervous when he saw Zhang Heng opposite him.

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

Then the young man named Wang Qian opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?"

"Bodyguard." Zhang Heng replied.

"What?!" The two teenagers were shocked when they heard this. "We just took some garbage. Did Old Geng find a bodyguard to protect us?"

"You seem to have misunderstood something," Zhang Heng said, "I am not the bodyguard of the owner of this store."

Wang Qian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "That's good, it scared me to death."

"But..." Zhang Heng changed the subject, "It's always bad to take things from people. What's more, aren't you afraid of being photographed by the store's security system? If you call the police, you will be finished."

"It doesn't matter, Old Man Geng's store does not have a security system, and he is very weird and doesn't trust the police." The young man behind Wang Qian said quickly, but after he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to be talking too much.

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

"Otherwise?" Zhang Heng asked.

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

Zhang Heng didn't react at all when he heard this. He just glanced at the [Hidden Sheath] on his waist.

The eyes of the two teenagers opposite him followed him and fell on the horizontal knife, and their faces turned pale instantly. They were not professional robbers in the first place, they were just doing idle work to find some fun in their boring lives. To earn some capital that could be used to brag about in school, I didn't even expect the pile of junk in my hand to be sold for, and of course I didn't bring any decent weapons.

The only knife was not long enough compared to the one on Zhang Heng's waist, and it was easy to see who was a real man.

The two of them looked at each other and put down the things in their hands obediently.

Zhang Heng also stepped aside to get out of the way and warned, "Let's go, and don't come back again. If you get hit by me again next time, it won't be that simple."

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

Immediately afterwards, the door of the House of Used Things opened again, and an old man who looked to be in his sixties walked out of it holding an honest shotgun and yelled, "Put your hands up! You damn thief."

"Well, actually I just drove away the thieves. Since this is not the first time you have been visited by them, you should also know them," Zhang Heng explained, "I was planning to send these things back to you. Go to the store.

"You can't fool me, the boy with the bow, this is obviously a gang fight." The old man's cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily, "Follow those two little bastards to my store, wait. They stole my treasures and you come and rob them again.”

"It makes sense logically." When the old man was talking, Zhang Heng also smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, so he stopped talking nonsense and put down the router and speakers in his hands. Then suddenly Take action.

The old man felt his eyes blurred, and by the time he reacted, the shotgun had already arrived in Zhang Heng's hand like magic.

Seeing Zhang Heng turn the gun and point it at him, he seemed to suddenly wake up, nodded and said seriously, "Well, I believe you are here to help."

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