Chapter 1151: The Edge of the City (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1152: The Edge of the City (asking for monthly tickets)

[“A year and a half ago, we spent our last money and were kicked out of the West Apartments.”]

[Mies talked to me about his past work and dedication, “I worked in a steel factory for eighteen years, nine of which were as an excellent employee, but now I have nowhere to go.”]

[They have been wandering around here for a while. They lived in a friend’s living room for half a year, and then the friend became homeless because he could not pay the rent. ]

[Three months ago, they had not been able to contact his friend again. Mies rarely called, and the couple shared a smart bracelet. ]

[The bracelet that once belonged to Mies has been sold. ]

[“The communication fee is too expensive. We can’t afford it.” He told me. ]

The bright sunshine shone on the snow-covered road, and a flying bird landed on the old road sign marked with ‘53rd Street’.

Bang——

Some scattered snow and wind fell from the road sign and fell into the snow on the edge of the road.

The sun shines through the reflection of snow and ice on the ground, through the huge French windows, and illuminates the oily and peeling paint seats in the fast food restaurant.

The palm covered with a few bloodstains gently presses the book in his hand, so that the curled pages will not turn up.

He looks down at the words on the book, [···In the chaotic streets, only a few stores are operating normally. The Jumeiduo restaurant spread all over the federation is one of them. It is a safe island for many people in the snow and heat...]

Squeak——

The closed restaurant door was slowly pushed open, and the open door brought a little cold wind from outside the door, blowing through the not-so-spacious store.

Some figures lying on the chairs were blown by the cold wind, raised their heads and looked at the door.

Behind the wide glass door, a young man holding a book was carefully pushing the glass door open and walking in from outside.

He was wearing a light down jacket, wrapped in a crimson scarf, wearing thick glasses, and had fair skin.

Those who were looking at the door subconsciously stayed on the young man's clean clothes for a few seconds, and then slowly retracted their gazes.

The young man held the book in his hand, glanced at the restaurant with old decoration and faded paint in front of him, and walked to the bar nervously.

The receptionist was a middle-aged woman with dark skin and strong physique. She was wearing a brightly colored Jumeiduo restaurant uniform and was looking down at the bracelet on her hand.

"Hello, a huge hamburger."

The young man looked at the woman who seemed to be immersed in the bracelet and reminded her carefully.

"Giant burger, 5 federal coins 75 cents,"

The receptionist didn't even raise her head, and casually tapped the operation screen in front of her, "Cash or card?"

When she said this, she looked up at the 'customer' in front of her and casually said, "Card, right? Take it away?"

The young man who was raising his bracelet to answer was slightly stunned, "Card, yes, card,"

He raised his bracelet and swiped it at the front desk, and then before the woman at the front desk turned around, he hurriedly said, "If I don't take it away, I'll eat it here."

The woman looked up at him, "Wait a minute,"

She turned around and shouted impatiently to the back, "One giant burger."

Then she continued to play with her bracelet with her head down, ignoring the young man.

The young man seemed to want to ask something, but he glanced at the strong body of the receptionist, lowered his head again, and turned back.

He held the book in his hand and looked at the restaurant in front of him again.

There was no heating in this restaurant, and the interior of the restaurant was not warm, but the thick transparent glass curtain wall was still a wall after all, blocking the bone-chilling wind outside.

People in the restaurant sat scattered.

Some seemed to be customers, eating, while others were lying on chairs, sitting in corners, sleeping, playing with bracelets, or daydreaming.

The young man held a book and found a seat near the glass curtain wall to sit down.

Outside the glass wall were old streets, yellowed buildings, and thick snow on the ground.

The ice and snow on the main road outside had been cleared, and vehicles sped past from time to time. People stood in groups of three or two at the corners of the street and wandered around.

The young man withdrew his eyes from the outside, put the book in his hand on the table, and tried to open it.

But before he could completely open the book, a shout came from the front desk, "Giant hamburger, come and take it."

The young man immediately stood up, put down the book on the table, and walked to the front desk.

The strong receptionist glanced at him, put the plate with the huge hamburger on the table, and then tore a paper bag and put it on the plate, and pushed the plate to the young man.

The young man looked at the plate, hesitated for a moment, and picked it up.

After a short pause, he slowly asked, "Excuse me, is there anyone here pushing a child in a shopping cart? They are probably a couple, pushing two children in an old shopping cart. The husband is called Missy. Maybe you have seen them..."

However, before he finished speaking, he saw the receptionist raise her head and look at the toilet sign at the end of the restaurant, and yelled, "You are not allowed to take a shower in the toilet. I'm talking about you, the one over there, do you hear me?"

The young man looked up along the woman's line of sight. At the door of the toilet, a figure with messy hair was holding a small plastic basin and standing in front of the basin, as if ready to collect water.

The figure holding the small basin heard the loud shout, paused, put away the small basin, stood on the sink, and rinsed his face with his hands.

The receptionist lowered his head and continued to play with the bracelet, as if nothing had happened just now.

The young man looked at the front desk and realized that the 'sister' at the front desk did not want to talk to him.

He took a breath slightly, held the dinner plate with some frustration, and walked to the seat he had chosen.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that a gray-haired young man wearing an old cotton-padded jacket was sitting where he was.

The young man was half squatting on the seat, looking through the books on the table with great interest.

The young man walked over quickly and wanted to declare his ownership of the books.

Then he saw the gray-haired young man raised his head, covered the book back, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Vico's "In the Jumei Restaurant", you are looking for the 'Mies' mentioned in the book ?”

"Have you read this book too?"

The young man placed the dinner plate on the dining table, a little surprised.

"I've read it. It's a best-seller."

The gray-haired young man sat opposite the young man.

"Then do you know where Mr. and Mrs. Mies are?"

The young man also sat down, lowered his voice, and whispered, "I want to help them."

"Help them?"

The gray-haired young man raised his head and glanced at the clean and tidy down jacket of the young man in front of him, and laughed for a moment.

This sound immediately attracted the attention of many people in the store. The gray-haired young man had to lower his voice a little. He looked at the young man and said with a smile, "There are many couples pushing their children with shopping carts around here. How can you rely on this?" Characteristics cannot be found.”

"Then I'll spend more time,"

The young man said seriously, "Maybe each of them needs help?"

The gray-haired young man seemed to have heard something funny, and he couldn't help but said, "Then help the people in this store, every one of them needs help."

He raised his hand and pointed at the beautiful woman wearing fishnet stockings and hot pants who was sitting on a seat near the restaurant door and was smoking. "For example, that one used to be the supervisor of a factory owned by Note Intelligence. Now she has twenty federal dollars. Help her once, and you can get something in return.”

The young man subconsciously followed his hand.

At this time, the gorgeous woman seemed to feel the gazes from the two of them. She held a cigarette in her mouth, turned around, and shouted loudly, "What are you looking at? If you don't pay me, go away. I'll poke your eyes out again." son."

The young man shrank his neck in fear, while the gray-haired young man naturally retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Why, do you still want to 'help' people? There are many people who need 'help' here."

"I didn't want this,"

The young man lowered his head and said quickly, "She shouldn't do such a thing."

"Shouldn't she do this?"

The gray-haired young man raised his voice slightly and looked at the young man mockingly, "Why, do you think she can do it because she loves this job?"

Then before the young man could answer, he took out a cardboard box from his pocket and laughed softly,

"Would you like to help me? The K-57 spirit spray is a trial version. It's very cool. It works with or without a prosthetic body. The girl you are looking for must also like this. Seeing as you are a new customer, I will sell it to you for 100 federal coins. If you really find that girl, if you give this to him, he will definitely be grateful to you."

"Is this a mechanical illegal drug?"

The young man looked at the cardboard box and asked tremblingly.

"If it's not convenient for you to experience it yourself, we can also take the initiative to 'help you' try it first,"

The gray-haired young man smiled. He leaned forward slightly, as if he was about to open the box and spray it on the young man's face. "Believe me, after using it once, you will never forget it."

"I, I don't want this."

The young man's face turned pale with fright, and he stood up in a flash.

He glanced at the burgers and the takeout bag on the plate, quickly picked up the takeout bag, stuffed the burger in it, and rushed out of the restaurant with the book in his arms.

"Little fledgling,"

The gray-haired young man looked at the box in his hand, smiled and crumpled the whole box into a paper ball, "There is no packaging box for K-57."

"What the hell are you doing? Can you please stop scaring our guests?"

There was a cold snort from beside him.

The woman at the front desk had taken a mop at some point and was standing behind the gray-haired young man, "Lift your feet."

"There are very few good people like me anymore. If he walks around here for two more times, he will really meet those bastards who sell illegal drugs."

The gray-haired young man raised his feet and let the mop at the front desk pass by, smiling.

Then he looked at the front desk who started mopping the floor, "Where's the sweeping robot in your store? Why haven't you used it?"

"That thing is broken,"

The receptionist spat, "The company said they don't have the money to buy it recently, so they asked us to mop the floor ourselves. We're just a bunch of bastards, and they don't want to increase our wages."

"The company is like this, but at least you still have a job now,"

The gray-haired young man also sighed with emotion. Then he glanced at the corner of the restaurant and seemed to suddenly remember something. He asked in a low voice, "Have you seen that girl?"

Later, there will be one at noon today.