After playing for a while, Wu Liang carefully put the three vehicles into the space, for fear that one would accidentally touch the scratches, you must know that in this era, even the iron oxide absorbing material still belongs to the primitive era of the Bald Eagle Sauce, and it is not easy to get the right paint!

Most of the shrunken arsenal was packed into the remaining space inside the vehicle, which had also shrunk a lot, and jewelry and gold coins were indispensable, and most of the 3,500 cubic meters of storage space were used, and the remaining 70 cubic meters could only be stuffed with candy and peanuts and peanuts when it was loaded with Humvees and motorcycles.

After settling the rent of the old man's shipyard and the rent of the two warehouses, and spending 300,000 US dollars to order 20 M2 heavy machine guns from Mama Xiong to return them to the professor, Wu Liang was surprised to find that he had 100,000 pounds left in his pocket that he had not had time to find a place to exchange, and the US dollars and Japanese yen had been spent cleanly. Looking at the successful weight loss of the originally rich wallet, I couldn't help but feel a little lost, maybe this is the so-called emptiness after satisfaction! (Wu Liang's fangs roared: The old paper is not satisfied!) Where are you empty? ）

Holding an umbrella from the warehouse, walking on the streets of Shinjuku in the heavy rain, the so-called wind blows eggshells, wealth goes to people's happiness, I don't know who said this sentence, if the guy who said such cool words dared to appear in front of him, Wu Liang promised to beat his ass to bloom. Thinking of the small money that is gradually drifting away from him, I can't help but feel sad from it, it is how many safes I have saved my belongings!

After working hard for more than half a year, a week before the liberation, Wu Liang, who was a little frustrated, found a place where no one was around, put the Hummer into the space, took out the last few pieces of Fukuzawa Yukichi in his wallet, and found a bar near the port to go in and have a few drinks.

The bars built in the port are of course mainly aimed at dock workers, and there is no doubt that the flower world in Tokyo is a little less glamorous, with no fancy cocktails and escort girls, only enough beer and sake. Considering the needs of the workers, in addition to the drink, the store actually provides ramen, and the side dishes with the wine are also quite authentic, not as light as other Japanese snack bars, and the heavy salt and heavy oil are quite in line with Wu Liang's taste.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Wu Liang, who still felt empty in his stomach, ate several bowls of soy sauce ramen in a row, which was the end, and when he checked out, he found that a dozen beers, seven or eight side dishes, plus several bowls of ramen, only consumed a total of two Fukuzawa Yuji, which made people praise it for being a good deal.

Wu Liang didn't mean to drive, so he held an umbrella and smelled the rain, and walked back to the apartment in the rain.

I don't know how long I walked, but I was passing by an alley full of waste when I suddenly heard a few weak cat meows.

Following the sound, I found a large cardboard box under an old desk, and in the box were two black and white kittens who had just been born and their eyes had just opened.

It was clear that Wu Liang was not the first person to find the kitten, and a half-sized old red scarf was placed under the box, a fish cake full of tooth marks and two kittens were placed together, and a pink piggy bank and a small note were placed on the side.

A paragraph was written on the note in very childish handwriting: "I'm sorry! Mom said that she couldn't take the small animals she picked up home anymore, and hoped that the kind people who found the kittens would treat them well! "There is also a cute drawing of a cat's paw on the back of the handwriting.

The wind that poured in from the lid of the box made the kittens shrink together, and the weak "Meow!" Meow! "Keep yelling.

Stretched out his finger and planned to tease the two little guys, but the little cat may have been a little hungry, and actually began to lick Wu Liang's fingers.

Looking at the cute appearance of these two little cats when they licked their fingers, and then looking back at the sparsely populated streets because of the heavy rain, I don't know which nerves were touched, Wu Liang made a decision that he felt impulsive in an instant---- adopt these two cute little guys.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and a large cardboard box in the other, Wu Liang braved the heavy rain to find a pet store on the street, and persuaded himself along the way, "If you don't adopt them, you may starve to death before the next person finds them!" It is said that the owner of the sea is very, very afraid of kittens, and there are cats at least to worry about the personal safety of the owner of the sea, which is suitable for both fortune and family protection! ”

Walking out of two blocks, I finally found a pet store that was open, and under the introduction of the salesman, I bought kitten rations, bedpans, cat litter, and of course, the most important prop of the shovel officer---- cat poop shovel, and when checking out, Wu Liang was super embarrassed to find that the money in his wallet was only enough to pay the bill, and there was no money for the consumption tax of 860 yen.

Wipe! God's special consumption tax, I really don't know how the devils' brains grow, and they will be collected by the consumption tax! Is it good to include all the taxes in the price of goods and tie them together? Why do you need to collect such a small change separately? It's not too much trouble!

I rummaged through the upper and lower pockets and only found a 500 yuan steel hammer, which is not enough! The remaining serial bills in the space were useless, and after rummaging through them again to no avail, I had to ask, "So be it!" How about I'll send you the money later? ”

The clerk rolled his eyes, and without saying much, he just took out a small signboard from under the cash register and shook it in front of Wu Liang's eyes.

After taking a closer look, Wu Liang found that eight words were written on the small signboard: This is a small profit, and there is no credit!

Looking at the ugly face of the male salesman, Wu Liang couldn't wait to punch him directly.

Looking at the hungry little kitten, Wu Liang didn't plan to grind with the clerk anymore, he touched his pocket and took out a stack of pound bills from the space, took out a hundred pound bills and threw it on the counter, turned around and wanted to leave with his things.

As a result, before he left the store, he was stopped by the clerk who didn't like his eyes, and the male clerk said that he couldn't identify the authenticity of the pound, so he had to ask Wu Liang to settle the bill in yen.

Hey! I'm so grumpy! Ya Ting, this is turning a corner, suspecting that she is using counterfeit money! How long has it been since no one dared to underestimate Wu Liang like this?

Wu Liang, who was surging with anger, was about to make a move, but the moment he twisted his body, something was gurgling and rolling in the cardboard box he was holding in his arms.

By the way, there should definitely be money in the piggy bank left by that child!

Wu Liang, who didn't want to waste any more time, took out the piggy bank from the box, poured out a small pile of coins on the counter, picked out three hundred and sixty yuan, and threw it into the cashier along with the yen bills he had just prepared, snatched back the one hundred pound bills, and walked away with a pile of things.