48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng had heard about the credit points from the woman with the fishing net socks when she was still in front of the elevator.

Credit points are currently the official currency of the human federation. Almost all goods and services are settled by credit points, and Zhang Heng also sees his current credit point balance from his bracelet.

——962 points.

This number is not much, obviously not enough to cover the cost of a one-time service for women with fishnet socks or Xu Qian to buy a new bag, but it is not too little. For the beef ramen that Zhang Heng is now eating, a bowl of ramen 25 credit points, 962 credit points, as long as you save some flowers, you can also let Zhang Heng complete this two-week mission.

I just don't know if his salary here is settled on a monthly basis or once on a mission.

Just next to Zhang Heng noodle restaurant, there is also a store selling various audio equipment. Zhang Heng also took a spin after eating the noodles.

“Bug Gum Records? Never heard of it. ”

The owner of the audio equipment store is a man who has long hair and looks quite artistic, but when he heard Zhang Heng's problem, he shook his head, "I don't know what you're looking for, but the physical record was basically out of production in 2039, and now it's all digital audio, downloaded directly from the internet, and it works better, but...” He paused, and then he said, "There are some people who really like old things collecting these things, and I give you an address where you can take a chance. ”

“Thank you.”

After receiving the address, Zhang Heng navigated directly to it using the navigation module on the bracelet, which is a grocery store called Old Goods House, not far from the audio equipment store, but somewhat remote, between the two neighborhoods, not near the street, next to a pastry shop that is also not very popular.

Although it is not dark yet, the closing sign has been hung on the windows of the old house. It has left work early. It has to be said that, like its name, its appearance looks quite retro. It also uses the classic glass wooden door of the late twentieth century. It is rare for Zhang Heng to find familiarity in this technologically charged city.

But he didn't seem to be here today. Zhang Hengmei had left work and had to come back some other time.

However, just as he turned around and was about to leave.

The glass wooden door of the old house was suddenly pushed open by force.

A young man ran out of there, looking like he was only sixteen or seven years old, with a guitar on his back and an old stereo clamped under his arm, running to greet his companion behind him, "Hurry up, the old thing may wake up soon. ”

And his companion was about his age, holding an electric oven and two routers with antennas, and the expression on his face looked a little sad, “Wang Gan, do you really think these things can sell money? The last time that crap hadn't found a buyer yet. ”

“We can go to the museum, we can't. We'll sell it back. Isn't this a shithole?” Leading Young Humanity.

As a result, the young man in the back had not yet spoken, but suddenly saw his companion's feet closed and stood still.

Suddenly he ran into the young man named Wang Qian.

“What's wrong now? Didn't you say you were going to run?” The youngster behind complained, but when he raised his head, his gaze circled his companion's body and saw Zhang Heng across the street immediately became nervous.

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

Then the young man named Wang Qian asked and probed, “Who are you? ”

“The bodyguard.” Zhang Heng replied.

“What?!” Two teenagers were shocked, "we just picked up some garbage. As for the old man, do we have a bodyguard? ”

“You seem to have misunderstood something," Zhang Hengdao, "I am not the bodyguard of this shop owner. ”

Wang Qian was relieved when he heard the words, “That's good, you scared me. ”

“But...” Zhang Hengzheng turned, “It's not good to take people's things at all. Besides, aren't you afraid to be photographed by the store's security system? All you have to do is call the cops and you're fucked. ”

“It doesn't matter, the old man doesn't have a security system in his shop, and his guy is weird and doesn't trust the police.” The teenager behind Wang Gan flew fast, but when he finished, he realized he seemed to have a bit of a mouthful.

Wang Gan glanced at his companion before turning to Zhang Hengdao, "Since it has nothing to do with you, that friend is still good to step aside. ”

“Otherwise?” Zhang Heng questioned.

“Otherwise..." Wang Qian bit his teeth, dropped the speaker clamped under his arm and grabbed a fruit-cutting knife from his pocket. "Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude. ”

Zhang Heng sniffed the words, but he just looked at the [hidden sheath] between his waist.

The eyes of the two teenagers across the street fell on the cross knife with him. When they looked at him, they were not professional robbers. They just had nothing to do to make fun of their boring lives, and earned some capital to brag about in school. They didn't even expect this pile of garbage to sell at any price, and certainly wouldn't carry any decent weapons.

The only knife compared to the guy between Zhang Hengwaist, the length is simply not enough, and anyone who is a real man can see it.

The two men glanced at each other and put down what was in their hands.

Zhang Heng also sidestepped out of the way, admonishing, “Go, don't come back. If I hit you again next time, it won't be that simple. ”

After frightening the two teenagers, Zhang Heng bent over and picked up the pile of things they had landed on the ground.

Immediately after the old house door opened again, an old man in his sixties came out with an honest shotgun and yelled, "Hands up! You fucking thief. ”

“Well, in fact, the thieves have just been expelled by me, and since this is not the first time they've visited you, you should know them," explained Zhang Heng, "I was going to send these things back to your store.

“I can't fool myself, the boy with the bow, it's a black eating.” The old man's cheeks were red and he was gasping for air, “you followed those two little bastards to my store, and when they stole my treasure, you robbed them. ”

“Logically, it makes sense.” When the old man spoke, Zhang Heng also smelled a flurry of alcohol from the air, so he stopped talking, dropped the router and speaker in his hand, and then suddenly made a move.

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

Seeing Zhang Heng turn the gun towards him, he also suddenly seemed to wake up and nod his head in a straight line, “Well, I'm sure you're here to help. ”