Just after the rush hour, the office of Little Bee Express slowly returned to a relaxed state.

Qingyi put down the earpiece and wrote something down on the paper. Today, he has received three complaints from an employee who has unreasonably asked for tips. Qingyi decided to talk to the employee in order to stop this behavior.

Todd...... Is it someone who does such a thing?

Qingyi was thinking about things when Harry walked into the office humming a rap song and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, man, it's time to eat!" I'll see what you're writing about...... Todd asks for a higher tip? ”

"Shhhh Don't keep quiet, I'll talk to him about it privately. Qingyi hurriedly reached out to cover the note and lowered his voice. Hell, why is Harry's eyesight so good that he can see the light at once!

Harry suddenly realized, and reached out and made a zipper movement on his mouth, "I know, my mouth has always been tight. Let's go, work matters and other work hours to worry about, today we went to Chinatown to eat fried noodles again! ”

Are you going to eat that stir food that is worse than junk food again?! Qingyi resisted the urge to raise the table and beat Harry violently, and suddenly he remembered that Black Sharp, that guy might also go to dinner.

He put the notes in a drawer and locked them, got up and said, "Alright then, let's go." But for the record, I don't eat fried noodles. ”

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A group of people happily came to Boston's Chinatown, and naturally they walked into Moxiang Building with familiarity. A waiter in a sexy cheongsam ushered them to a round table and handed down a recipe tied with a red string.

"Hey, I'm going to eat Yangzhou fried rice!"

"I'm going to eat wonton noodles! Zhang, what about you? ”

"I ......" Qingyi turned his head helplessly to look at the waiter, and said with a Chinese: "I'm Chinese, just have something to do, thank you." ”

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and said in English: "I'm sorry, can you say it again?" ”

“…… Dare you love that you are a Chinese who has never studied Chinese......"

The reason why Qingyi has always been unkind to these Chinese restaurants is because the fast-food Chinese cuisine has been empty. When foreigners come here, they can't appreciate the flavors of the eight major cuisines at all, and can only eat some shoddy things. But it is said that as long as the Chinese run in and say, "I want to eat what people eat, not what ghosts eat," they can taste authentic Chinese food. After being abroad for so long, Qingyi has never entered a Chinese restaurant alone, so he doesn't know the truth of the rumors, but he always feels that this code is very discriminatory.

But I don't know if that sentence just now worked, but this time Qingyi tasted a very delicious set meal. The main dish is egg fried rice, the side dish is honey/sauce barbecued pork and tiger skin peppers, and the soup is corn soup. Of course, this package doesn't come cheap either.

"Oh my god, no one has ever recommended this set meal to me, it looks delicious!" Harry's saliva was pouring out. He clenched his fork and stared at Qingyi's egg fried rice: "Zhang, you have to teach me how to read that sentence in Chinese just now!" ”

"That sentence has a special context, and I'm afraid it's not very useful if you learn it." Qingyi shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject: "By the way, are those people a takeaway company specializing in Chinese restaurant business?" The employees seem to be all Chinese? ”

Looking at the staff who had gone out with big bags of fast food, Harry shrugged, "That's right. All Chinese restaurants only sign contracts with them. The Chinese are known for their solidarity and will not hand over business to the Americans, even if the Americans serve them better. ”

"The Chinese are indeed very united." Qingyi added in his heart: But only when he is in a foreign country.

While eating, everyone talked about the content of "Qiankun", which was nothing more than where it was more suitable for upgrading and where the tasks could be accepted. Qingyi is also a veteran, so he naturally has unique opinions on such a topic, and he can also insert a few words. When he was talking, a person patted Qingyi on the shoulder and said very familiarly: "Hey, what about eating?" ”

Qingyi turned around, who else is not black sharp? This time, the black sharp did not wear the shabby white vest, but wore a red-bottomed gold tuanlong Tang suit and a pair of black pants, and stepped on a pair of black cloth shoes. He had a slightly elongated face, and his eyes were piercing and full of confidence; The bridge of the nose is high, and the eyebrows fly into the sideburns, which makes it even more heroic. To be honest, he was not obviously handsome, but after wearing a Tang costume, he seemed to have changed as a person, and suddenly he had a kind of momentum of standing up to the sky and the earth. He smiled faintly and arched his hand to the foreigners at the same table as Qingyi: "Hello, I am his friend. ”

"This guy must know kung fu......" Harry's eyes straightened.

Black Sharp said again: "I haven't asked you how you're doing, June-"

"I miss you too!" Qingyi hurriedly pounced, covered his black sharp mouth, and didn't let the other party finish his words, and glared at him through gritted teeth: "I'm eating, I'll talk about it later!" ”

"Oh, then you remember to go to the 'Chongqing' room to find me." The black sharp smiled and waved his hand at Qingyi and went up the stairs.

Qingyi was almost scared to death. If I let my colleagues know that he is June Sunshine, I don't know how much trouble it will make. Black Edge is trying to make me make a joke, right? This guy, next time I have to kill him in PK!

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The private rooms of Moxiang Lou are also very Chinese and are named after major well-known Chinese cities, such as "Shanghai" and "Zhongshan". After saying goodbye to his colleagues, Qingyi asked the waiter and found the "Chongqing" room, where there was only black Fengrui alone.

"Do you really like to eat mustard?" Qingyi asked.

"Of course, I can't live without mustard."

Black Sharp — perhaps he should be called Li Mo — eats something simple, nothing more than diced kung pao chicken, a small plate of mustard, and a bowl of white rice. He caught a glimpse of Qingyi coming in, and he didn't stop chopsticks, so he only smiled and asked, "June, what did you do just now when you put on the appearance of wanting to eat people?" ”

"Bastard, I should ask you! It's good to say my real name when you say hello, why do you want to say my game identity in public?! Qingyi sat opposite the black sharp edge, his tone was not good, and he pointed to his face and shouted: "My name is Zhang Qingyi!" I told you about it, but did you forget it in a blink of an eye?! ”

"I really forgot." Black Edge was unmoved and continued to hold the vegetables. "It's still 'June Sunshine' that is easy to remember. Are you so afraid of being found out? I thought you weren't afraid of heaven and earth. ”

"It's a lie to say that you're not afraid, the game is the game, and the reality is the reality." Qingyi also sighed.

At first, "Qiankun" was just an entertaining virtual world, and the connection with reality was rather weak, which was not enough to attract the attention of various countries. But in Europe, it pioneered an online trading platform where in-game currency could be exchanged for euros; In several states in the United States, player rights are protected by specific laws; In China, the great god is regarded as an important resource by the state! Under the wave of waves, the status of "Qiankun" has been pushed higher and higher, and it is even closely related to reality. The gods must be careful not to be exposed, otherwise they will attract a large group of fans and enemies.

However, Qingyi is not a positive character in "Qiankun", but more like a villain. If his identity is exposed, I don't know how many people will give him a good look.

"'Games are games, reality is reality'? Are you trying to say that you are the real you in the game? Black Sharp put down his chopsticks, and the food was swept away. He picked up a napkin: "Indeed, I think so, too." You're horrible, June. You will never have mercy for your enemies, and if you do, it must be for your dead enemies. If there are those who oppose you or stand in your way, you will kill them and uproot them. ”

Slash them all.

Uproot.

These two familiar idioms, when they came out of the black sharp mouth, actually carried a chill.

"I think back to a long time ago, when I attacked your city." Black Sharp changed his words and said, "At that time, even the life class NPCs could face the players without fear, and your 'Blood Claw' would not back down. It seems to me that if you were really a tyrant, they wouldn't be so dedicated to protecting your city. You must be as attentive to your subordinates as you are to your family. ”

Family.

When Qingyi heard this word, he had a subtle feeling.

"So, you are a person with two completely different sides, one side is called 'good', the other side is called 'evil', if you put it plainly, it is 'love and hate', and it is the life of the protagonist. Your 'good' is only against your subordinates and friends, and your 'evil' is only against your enemies. Therefore, your enemies will fear and hate you, but your subordinates will still depend on you and love you. Conversely, your subordinates are your supporters. You can subconsciously tell yourself: I'm doing this for the 'City of Waiting', for the sake of my subordinates. ”

So you can not care about what your enemies, or even others, think, because you don't care about them. You will continue to kill and uproot as always, and you will never waver at this point. The pregnant woman illustrates that, and I think she must have told you that her child would take revenge in the future, right? Let the enemy survive so that they can run back and kill themselves? You won't allow that to happen, so the best enemy is the one who dies. There are many people who talk about this matter, but I don't understand, 'copying the family', 'punishing the nine tribes', 'Yangzhou Ten Days', 'Jiading Three Massacres'...... In the 5,000 years of our Chinese land, there have been countless exterminations, what is there to say? When the U.S. military broke through Vietnam, they still slaughtered the villagers? Didn't the Soviet Union create many tragedies as well? What country doesn't have a black history? ”

"But there are too few people in this world who can understand you, and many more people are against you, hate you, and reject you. They think you're on the opposite side of the world, but when they're hostile to you, they're on the other side of you. And you? You don't justify yourself and don't bother to justify it. All you have to do is kill people, kill all your enemies, and all that's left is your friends. ”

"Are you perverted? No, you just can't learn to 'forgive'. If a friend or subordinate betrays you, you will never forgive them. You are so possessive that you don't even allow others to leave you, and once you leave, you're hostile. That's the kind of person you are. ”

Qingyi finally spoke: "It sounds like you understand me very well, but we haven't met a few times." ”

"My eyes are very good, and I have a set of recognizing people, but I am even more powerful at seeing people, and I won't mistake you." Black Fengrui picked up the teapot and got up to pour a cup of tea for Qingyi.

"It's obviously not a few years older than me, what kind of old ...... are you pretending to be," Qingyi muttered. He sipped the tea and suddenly asked, "Li Mo, what are you doing in reality?" ”

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(First of all, celebrate the book friend thaumaturgist who wrote a fanwork for The Dead, which is the first fanfiction I've seen!) ~Thank you very much for your support and enthusiasm! ）

(In fandom, you can create new protagonists, and you can ask for cameos from Dead characters - such as resurrecting Robert or abusing Schroeder Bray; You can continue to use the settings, or you can add the settings freely; You can even choose any of the chapters to rewrite its ending. Well, to put it simply, just do whatever you want - isn't that nonsense! ）

("Qiankun" is a free world, so everyone who loves it is welcome, use it as a springboard to exercise writing, or work with me to improve this grand world - maybe a certain fandom will be more popular than me, and then it won't be a fan, it should be a cooperative idea, and it can be compared to the Kyushu system or the cloud wilderness system!) As for the requirements, it is just that everyone can look at their works with love and enthusiasm. In my opinion, even if it's a fan, it's a dream with wings, and it's also a lock of hair from the goddess of literature, which needs to be taken seriously. ）

(Thank you again for your support of The Dead!) ）

(Girl: "Why are the works of thaumaturgists favored by the editors of the outstation, but you are not poached?") ”）

(Me: "......")