When he was still in front of the elevator, Zhang Heng heard the woman in fishnet stockings talking about credit points.
Credit points were currently the official currency of the Human Alliance. Almost all goods and services were settled with credit points. Zhang Heng also saw his current credit balance from his bracelet.
– 962 points.
It wasn't a lot. Obviously, it wasn't enough to pay for a single service from the woman in fishnet stockings, and it wasn't enough for Xu Qian to buy a new bag. However, it wasn't a small amount. Take the beef ramen that Zhang Heng was currently eating for example. A bowl of ramen cost 25 credit points. As long as Zhang Heng spent his 962 credits wisely, he could complete the two-week mission.
However, he didn't know if his salary was paid monthly or every time he completed a mission.
Next to the small noodle shop where Zhang Heng ate his noodles, there was a shop that sold various audio equipment. After Zhang Heng finished his noodles, he went there for a look.
"Shellac records? I've never heard of it. "
The owner of the audio equipment shop was a man with long hair and looked like an artist. However, when he heard Zhang Heng's question, he shook his head. "Although I don't know what you are looking for, physical records were basically discontinued in 2039. Now, digital audio is used. You can download it directly from the Internet, and the effect is better. However …" He paused and continued, "There are indeed some people who like old things who collect these things. I will give you an address. You can go there and try your luck."
"Thank you."
After Zhang Heng received the address, he used the navigation module on his bracelet to navigate to the place. It was a grocery store called the House of Old Things. It wasn't far from the audio equipment shop, but its location was a little remote. It was located between two residential areas, not facing the road. Next to it was a pastry shop that wasn't very popular.
Although it wasn't dark yet, the House of Old Things had already hung a closed sign on the window. Everyone had gotten off work early. Like its name, it looked quite retro, using the classic glass wooden door from the end of the 20th century. It was rare for Zhang Heng to find a sense of familiarity in this high-tech city.
However, it seemed that he came at the wrong time. Seeing that the shop owner had already gotten off work, Zhang Heng had to find another time to come.
However, just as he turned around and was about to leave …
The glass wooden door of the House of Old Things was suddenly pushed open.
A young man, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, ran out. He was carrying a guitar on his back and an old stereo under his arm. As he ran, he called out to 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. His expression was somewhat distressed. "Wang Qian, do you think these things can really be sold for money? I still haven't found a buyer for those junk from last time. "
"We can ask the museum. If it doesn't work, we can sell it back. Isn't this place supposed to recycle old things?" the young leader said.
However, before the young man behind him could speak, he saw his companion suddenly stop and stand still.
Caught off guard, he almost bumped into the youth called Wang Gan.
"What's wrong now? Didn't you say you wanted to run?" The young man grumbled, but when he raised his head and looked past his companion, he immediately became nervous when he saw Zhang Heng.
The three stood in the same place and looked at each other for about four or five seconds.
After that, the young man named Wang Gan opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?"
"Bodyguard," Zhang Heng replied.
"What?!" The two teenagers were shocked when they heard Zhang Heng's words. "We just took some trash. Why did Old Man Geng hire a bodyguard to guard against us?"
"You seem to have misunderstood something," Zhang Heng said. "I am not the bodyguard of the shop owner."
Wang Gan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhang Heng's words. "That's good. You scared me to death."
"But …" Zhang Heng changed the topic, "It's not good to take other people's things. Besides, aren't you afraid that the shop's security system will take pictures of you? Once the police are called, you will be finished. "
"It doesn't matter. Old Man Geng's shop doesn't have a security system installed. Besides, he is a very strange person. He doesn't trust the police, "the young man behind Wang Gan said quickly, but when he finished speaking, he realized that he might have said too much.
Wang Gan glared at his companion, then said to Zhang Heng, "Since this has nothing to do with you, you should step aside."
"Otherwise?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.
"Otherwise …" Wang Gan gritted his teeth, put down the speaker under his arm, and took out a fruit knife from his pocket. "Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."
Zhang Heng did not respond when he heard that. He just looked at the Shrouded Scabbard on his waist.
The gazes of the two youths on the opposite side also fell on the broadsword, and their faces instantly turned pale. They were not professional robbers, they just wanted to find some fun in their boring lives and earn some capital to brag about in school. They didn't even expect to sell the pile of trash in their hands for a high price, and of course, they didn't bring any decent weapons.
Compared to the knife on Zhang Heng's waist, the length of the knife was nothing. It was obvious who was a real man.
The two looked at each other and obediently put down the things in their hands.
Zhang Heng also stepped aside and said, "Let's go. Don't come back again. If I bump into you again, it won't end so easily."
After scaring the two teenagers away, Zhang Heng bent down and picked up the pile of things they dropped on the ground.
Then, the door of the House of Old Things opened again, and an old man who looked like he was in his sixties walked out with an honest shotgun and shouted, "Raise your hands! You damned thief! "
"Uh, actually, I just chased the thieves away. Since it's not the first time they've visited your shop, you should know them," Zhang Heng explained. "I'm planning to send these things back to your shop.
"You can't fool me, boy with a bow. This is clearly a robbery." The old man's cheeks were red, and he panted heavily. "You followed those two little bastards to my shop, and when they stole my treasures, you robbed them."
"Logically speaking, it makes sense." When the old man spoke, Zhang Heng also smelled alcohol in the air. So he stopped talking nonsense, put down the router and speaker in his hand, and suddenly made a move.
The old man only felt his vision blur, and by the time he reacted, the shotgun was already in Zhang Heng's hand like magic.
Seeing Zhang Heng pointing the gun at him, the old man seemed to suddenly wake up. He nodded and said solemnly, "Well, I believe you are here to help."
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