This time, Ren Xiaosu gained a lot from going to the storyteller's house. At the very least, he realized what the worn-out cell phone he had "picked up" was for. Furthermore, he also found some clues about the Anjing House.
Ren Xiaosu returned to his room and turned on the cell phone again. Then he hesitated for a moment before sending the other party a text message. "Accept a mission."
He was hesitating because he did not know what he would face in the future after sending this text message. This matter would change his life again.
On the other hand, Stronghold 67 was quite far from Stronghold 61, where he was currently located. If he went there to complete the mission, it would take him a long time to get there.
But this was the best way for him to find Wang Fugui and the others now, right? It would indeed be very difficult to find them in the vast sea of people by himself.
Perhaps he could use Wang Shengzhi's power to tell him the truth. However, Wang Shengzhi knew his identity and what kind of attitude Zhang Jinglin had toward Ren Xiaosu. Therefore, it was hard to guarantee that the Wang Clan would not have any ulterior motives.
Meanwhile, the Anjing House did not know who he was. With him hiding in the dark, there was still room for a buffer.
While Ren Xiaosu was letting his thoughts run wild, the worn-out cell phone lit up. It was a text message from the other party. "The user of this cell phone has not reached the C-rank standard. Unable to accept the mission."
Ren Xiaosu was petrified. So it turned out that all his thoughts were in vain. The other party did not allow him to accept the mission at all.
He looked at the cell phone in his hand in disbelief. Was the previous owner of this cell phone a pig? Hadn't the cell phone been issued for several years already? Why was it still a D-rank?
'Besides, the Anjing House is really interesting. You already know I'm D-rank, so why did you still send me a C-rank mission?'
Before he could calm down from his anger, the other party sent another text message. "Please don't send me any more lamb stew missions."
Ren Xiaosu was speechless.
Alright then, Ren Xiaosu would have to continue waiting patiently.
Ren Xiaosu still went to the tavern every day. If the storyteller went, he would listen to the stories. If the storyteller didn't go, he would sit there and read. The small tavern actually made Ren Xiaosu feel like a library.
As for where he could get the books … After all, he was someone who had been to Stronghold 88's library before. There was no reason for him to return empty-handed after entering a treasure trove!
Furthermore, now that Stronghold 88 had been destroyed, Ren Xiaosu felt he had helped humanity preserve a large portion of their spiritual wealth.
Didn't they say that anyone in the Central Plains who discovered information about a laboratory could become rich overnight? This meant that humans still valued knowledge a lot.
Of course, most of the information in the laboratory was about technology that had taken shape or was about to take shape. Once a consortium found it, they could immediately open up a new field of technology. Therefore, the information in the laboratory could be sold for a lot of money, but the books in Ren Xiaosu's hands might not be able to sell for a sky-high price.
Ever since the storyteller met Ren Xiaosu at the tavern after Ren Xiaosu's visit, it was as if nothing had happened. Everyone maintained a tacit understanding and remained silent.
Instead, the storyteller's granddaughter became familiar with Ren Xiaosu. Sometimes, when she went out to gather information, she would run over and tell Ren Xiaosu everything in detail before running over to the storyteller.
This left the storyteller at a loss for words. He was secretly hoping that Ren Xiaosu would receive the mission sooner and get the hell out of here.
As the days passed, fewer and fewer stronghold residents escaped from the Northwest. Those who could escape had all escaped, while those who did not manage to escape in time were directly taken care of by Fortress 178.
Some of the escapees gathered together and blocked the gate of Stronghold 61 every day. They said they wanted to make their political demands to the Wang Clan Consortium and expressed that they were influential people in the past, so the Wang Clan Consortium could not treat them like this.
It was not that these escapees were stupid, but that they really had no other choice.
Many of these escapees had families to take care of. Seeing that their families were waiting to eat, they had already sold out everything that needed to be sold.
So when they were so hungry that they could not do any heavy labor, they could only resort to this.
At first, the Wang Clan Consortium did not want to bother with them. After all, 90% of these people were former bureaucrats of the Soong Clan, and none of them knew anything about technology.
Some of them were originally in the field of technology, but they had long since abandoned their academic pursuits after they rose to high positions. Therefore, they were of no use to the Wang Clan Consortium.
But later, the Wang Clan Consortium's officer in charge of managing the town felt that it was not a good idea for these people to block the gate every day. As such, he gave them a good beating.
With that, the escapees became more obedient.
Some of them started doing manual labor, while others continued to come up with some crooked ideas.
The refugees in Stronghold 61 were overjoyed. Seeing that these stronghold residents were not doing as well as they were, everyone thought they were going to make a fool of themselves.
There were even some refugees who went to molest the families of these bureaucrats. Although they did not really do anything to them, it still looked a little unsightly.
In the evening, Ren Xiaosu returned to his house after having dinner at a tavern. While he was reading a book, someone knocked on the door.
Ren Xiaosu went to open the door. When he opened it, he was holding a black saber behind his back. The nanomachines in his body were also stirring as they prepared to form armor at any moment.
But when he opened the door, he saw a beautiful middle-aged woman standing outside. She seemed to have gone to wash her face and hastily put on makeup with the cosmetics they brought from the Northwest. She had even changed into a pretty qipao.
Ren Xiaosu asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
The woman said softly, "Can I go in and talk?"
"No," Ren Xiaosu rejected her.
The woman did not expect Ren Xiaosu to be so stubborn. She got a little anxious and said, "We're all refugees from the Northwest. I'm from Stronghold 146, so since we're from the same hometown, can you let me exchange for some food?"
In recent days, Ren Xiaosu was probably the one who was living the most comfortably among the escapees. Of course, in the eyes of the other refugees, Ren Xiaosu was just a refugee. That was also what he said himself.
So when the other escapees realized Ren Xiaosu was living such a comfortable life, they started thinking of ways to get something from him.
Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows. "With what?"
"With myself," the woman said through clenched teeth. She even deliberately twisted her body so that Ren Xiaosu could see her legs below the slit in her qipao.
It had to be said that the woman had maintained her figure very well. Ren Xiaosu said calmly, "I advise you to quickly go back and change out of these clothes. Otherwise, it'll be quite dangerous when it gets dark."
With that, Ren Xiaosu slammed the door shut again.
A man's voice came from outside the door. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on? Isn't he tempted?"
The woman seemed to feel a little humiliated. She said in a sobbing tone, "How can you give away your wife like that?"
"Then what's the use of keeping you? Are we going to starve to death together?" the man said angrily.
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