Feng Bujue was able to recognize the way quite quickly. Since Yu Chaolian was not a maze, it did not take long for him to arrive at the coffee shop on Fifteenth Street.
To be honest, Brother Jue would never have guessed that this was a coffee shop if it was not for the words "Coffee Shop" (written in the universal language and translated by the system) on the signboard.
Obviously, the coffee shop in Yu Chaolian was very different from the "quiet and comfortable" coffee shops that people on Earth had in mind.
When Brother Jue pushed open the door, the first thing that entered his sight was a circular bar counter that was several dozen meters long. The bar counter itself was a fixed table, and next to the table was a conveyor belt. The conveyor belt had various snacks and drinks placed on it. The customers who sat at the bar counter could help themselves to anything that they wanted.
"What's going on? Spinning sushi? "Feng Bujue asked. This was the first time he had seen a coffee shop selling coffee in this way.
In fact, not only was the selling method different from a coffee shop, but the atmosphere in the shop was also as noisy as a market. Everyone was casually chatting loudly, smoking casually (there were thousands of legal tobacco products in circulation in this universe, and smokers on different planets had different physiological structures, so they had different "high"), and some of the aliens made loud noises when they ate (unintentionally).
"Hey! Poker Man! "While Brother Jue was still in a daze, the Tin Foil Man, who was sitting seven or eight meters away, waved at him and shouted," Over here! I saved a seat for you. "
"Ah … I'm here." Feng Bujue followed the voice and saw the Tin Foil Man, so he walked over.
The Tin Foil Man was still the same. He was wearing a very shabby tin foil armor. In terms of appearance, the main difference between the "mud aliens" and humans was that their eye sockets were especially large. Other features were very similar.
"Uh … The coffee shop here is very different from the ones I know …" Feng Bujue could not help but say as soon as he sat down.
"Haha … Many of the heroes on Earth said that when they first came here." The Tin Foil Man laughed. "But most of them quickly fell in love with this' universal 'way of doing business."
Just as he said this, a charred corpse passed by the conveyor belt in front of them …
Although Feng Bujue knew that it was impolite to look around while talking to others, he still couldn't stop his gaze from following the corpse.
"Uh …" Brother Jue's mouth twitched. "Did something strange just pass by?"
"Oh, those are the snacks of the eco-friendly aliens," the tinfoil man explained. "Don't worry, they are all pollution-free."
"Environmental aliens …" Feng Bujue felt a headache coming on as soon as he heard these words. "Are they people with super long names that look like zombies …"
"Well, yes." The Tin Foil Man continued, "So you've made friends with an eco-friendly alien?"
Brother Jue didn't know why he remembered this name so clearly and completely …
"Oh, for an eco-friendly alien, that's a short and powerful name," the Tin Foil Man commented after hearing this.
"Ha … Haha …" Brother Jue laughed twice and decided to change the topic. "Well … Speaking of the hero level test …"
"You don't have to say it." The Tin Foil Man interrupted him. "I know what you're going to say." He smiled and said, "Hehe … You can relax. Everyone in the Supreme Council knows your true strength." He paused, "You're assigned to the 'City Level' … It's Toad Man's idea. Consider it an additional test for you."
"Oh …" When Feng Bujue heard the words "Toad Man," he deliberately made a "sudden realization" expression.
In fact, when Brother Jue had just completed the test, he had already speculated that he was assigned to the 'City Level' because someone had interfered. And if there was anyone who was most suspicious about this matter … it was naturally Toad Man.
However, when the Tin Foil Man made this matter clear, Feng Bujue still chose to play dumb … He wanted to hear what the Tin Foil Man had to say next.
"This matter … It's not entirely his idea." Two seconds later, the Tin Foil Man continued, "Actually … I'm also involved."
"Oh." Feng Bujue responded with the same word but in a completely different tone.
"I hope you don't have any prejudice against Toad Man because of this. I know him very well …" The Tin Foil Man continued, "He has always been like this. He has a pessimistic attitude toward everything. He doesn't mean to target anyone."
"Well, I understand," Feng Bujue said. "I'm that kind of person too." He shrugged and said, "If I were in his position … I wouldn't easily let an unknown character from another universe immediately occupy a high position in the Cosmos Super Alliance."
"Haha, that's good." The Tin Foil Man laughed. "In short, now that you have proven yourself through a [B-Level Crisis], our committee unanimously believes that you should at least be promoted to the level of a 'Galactic Hero.' Otherwise … it would be too much of a waste of talent." As he said this, he picked up a plate of food on the conveyor belt in front of him and placed it in front of Brother Jue. "Oh, look! This is what I told you in the email before. It's a new product. "
Feng Bujue stared at the spiral poop in front of him for a few seconds and sniffed it …
He caught a whiff of a very subtle odor …
"This …" Brother Jue's eyes stopped on the "snack" and he said without raising his head, "… What is it made of?"
"This is made of fruit on Earth." The Tin Foil Man had a long lifespan and a good memory, so he knew a lot. "It's the one known as the 'Fruit King' …"
"Durian?" Feng Bujue continued.
"Yes, durian." The Tin Foil Man said, "Recently, durian-flavored foods have become very popular in various galaxies. The governments of many planets have begun to try to grow durian locally. Many famous interstellar chefs have begun to use this ingredient to develop dishes." As he said this, he leaned forward and took a deep sniff of the food. "This is an unprecedented experience of smell and taste … It's simply irresistible."
"I understand …" Brother Jue replied with narrowed eyes. "But what's with this shape?"
"Huh? What's with this shape? "The Tin Foil Man wondered." Isn't this the classic 'ice cream shape'? "
"Is that so …" Feng Bujue mumbled. Then, he really picked up the thing and took a bite out of it.
"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? "The Tin Foil Man immediately asked," It's super good, right? "
Feng Bujue did not immediately answer this question. His expression … became very complicated.
Because at this moment, he felt that some of his beliefs had been subverted …
"The stench, the shape of poop, but …" Brother Jue said in his heart, "It tastes so good …"
A moment later, Feng Bujue swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at the Tin Foil Man with a very serious expression. "The snacks here … are very expensive, right?"
"It's okay. Even with the income of a city-level hero, it's not expensive," the Tin Foil Man replied.
"Income?" Feng Bujue seemed to have heard something incredible. "What? So, the heroes of the Yushun Alliance are paid? "
"Yes," the Tin Foil Man replied matter-of-factly. After that, his expression changed slightly and he continued, "Oh … Yes, you have joined the Yushun Alliance for less than three universe years, so you don't know yet." As he spoke, he took a plate of strange snacks and a drink that looked like lava from the conveyor belt and placed them in front of him. "The Yushun Alliance will calculate 'hero points' on a regular basis. The calculation cycle is once every 168 universe weeks (approximately one week in Earth time). In addition to the 'basic points' of your hero level, every time you complete a mission issued by the Alliance, you will receive corresponding 'mission points.'"
"Then, what is the use of these points?" Feng Bujue took the opportunity to ask while stuffing the durian-flavored snack into his mouth.
"Hero points can be used as currency in the Yushun Alliance headquarters and all its branches," the Tin Foil Man explained patiently. "After all, we heroes also need to eat … Although the medical care and accommodation here are free, and the communication and transportation are very low, it is impossible to completely ban the use of currency. Some places still have to pay, otherwise, it will cause a lot of problems."
"Then … the points are useless in places other than the Yushun Alliance and its branches?" Brother Jue asked again.
"Not necessarily," the Tin Foil Man replied. "Many city-level or planet-level heroes who reside on their planets have actual financial difficulties. For these types of heroes, the Alliance will usually arrange a 'job to cover their identity' and convert the points into the currency of their planets according to their needs." He took a sip of the unknown drink and continued, "As for heroes like you who reside in the Yushun Alliance headquarters or branches, you can definitely live a carefree life by relying on the points. If one day, for some reason … most of you want to get married and start a family or get old and weak … if you want to retire and leave the Yushun Alliance, we will convert all your remaining points into the currency you need and send it to you."
"Oh … I see." When Feng Bujue responded, he had already finished his plate of snacks.
He didn't take anything else from the conveyor belt because he wasn't sure what he could "eat" or what his "earthling" body could digest.
"Of course, at the end of the day … being a hero isn't a lucrative profession. The points system is just a basic living guarantee provided by the Alliance," the Tin Foil Man continued. "In fact, when the Yushun Alliance was first established, we didn't have the concept of 'reward' at all, and we didn't have the distinction of 'hero level' and 'crisis level.' These systems … were gradually perfected in the process of the Alliance's development."
"I can imagine … you and Toad Man must have faced and solved countless problems and conflicts over the years," Feng Bujue added.
"Yes …" The Tin Foil Man chewed on his snack and replied sadly, "Many people envy us, the Supreme Council, for not having to go out and work, but they don't understand …"
"Going out to the field is much easier than dealing with internal affairs," Brother Jue interrupted him and said what the Tin Foil Man wanted to say.
"Hehe … you are indeed a smart and sensible person," the Tin Foil Man said with a smile. The Tin Foil Man laughed. "Poker Man, I have high hopes for you. Maybe one day you will occupy a place in the Supreme Council."
Most heroes would be a little excited when they heard this.
However, Feng Bujue didn't seem to be affected. He just replied politely in a weak tone, "Ah … thank you for your kind words."
…
Feng Bujue and the Tin Foil Man chatted in the "coffee shop" for an hour.
During this hour, Brother Jue inquired about a lot of information about the Yushun Alliance and tried a few plates of strange snacks.
Before the two parted ways, Kratas (the Tin Foil Man's name) said that he would immediately upgrade Brother Jue's level from "City Level" to "Galaxy Level."
Feng Bujue said, "I don't care about levels and points. I just want to deal with a few Grade-A or Grade-B crises as soon as possible."
Then, they went their separate ways …
The Tin Foil Man went back to his work, and Feng Bujue returned to the hero dormitory.
"Phew …" After returning to Room Z250 and closing the door, Brother Jue let out a long sigh and said, "When I first heard the word 'points,' I thought I had found some kind of substantial reward that could be accumulated. In the end … isn't it just a high-grade 'food ticket.'" He sighed and thought to himself, "Sigh … it would have been better to just give me money …"
Indeed, if Feng Bujue was given enough money (enough here meant a lot … or a lot), he would definitely be able to start a business in this universe (such as forming his own evil research organization).
Unfortunately, this assumption didn't hold true for the time being. Brother Jue didn't intend to join the villain camp to earn rewards because so far, the villains he met in this universe were either amusing or weak. He always felt that joining the villain camp would be suicide.
"There's no other way. I have to deal with more high-level 'crises' as much as possible so that I can come into contact with more high-level things …" Feng Bujue thought as he returned to the computer and inserted his ID card. "Let me see … what a Galaxy Level hero can do …"
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