The Heavens From the Wandering Earth

Chapter 49 Liaison Organizations

"We will send him to the labor factory on the ground. Thank you for your hard work, sir. The evidence is conclusive. This is yours!" Surrounded by surveillance, it didn't take long for two security soldiers to hand over Zhuang Quan's wallet.

Zhuang Quan nodded slightly, but he didn't care, there are always some cheap guys, this is retribution!

This guy's right of residence has disappeared, and he will not appear in the dungeon in the future, so Zhuang Quan doesn't care much.

He walked quickly to the stall beside him, picked it up and looked like a plastic bag, but it was actually a hard sealed bag made of silicon crystals, and asked, "What's the taste of today's dried earthworms?"

The trader in the gray clothes said casually: "Spicy, spicy, five-spice, stewed and oily sugar, the fifth is the most expensive, 6 points a bag, and the rest are [-] points!"

"The price has increased!" Zhuang Quan sighed, "It has doubled!"

"The salary increase first is for the planning of the credit system!" The trader said casually, "This is not the past year, things like credit points are paid by the government, and the salary is the same. Anyway, the coalition government can't let us starve to death. "

This method of raising wages first is also one of the components of the planned economy. Zhuang Quan nodded and picked up a bag of spicy flavor, "Give me a hundred bags!"

"I'm sorry sir, hoarding is not allowed. An ID card can only be used to buy ten packs, and there are still five days of public use!" Good thing, for the stability of the world, the coalition government can be described as painstaking.

"Then get two packs of all kinds of flavors!" Zhuang Quan said casually. The remaining dried earthworms can also be made up in other ways. At worst, just go to Lao Zhao, and it's not troublesome.

"Okay, a total of 44 points, let's swipe!" The trader took out a code scanner, Zhuang Quan took out his wallet, and was about to take out the nameplate, but found that it was not his wallet at all!

He was slightly taken aback, but luckily he quickly covered up his expression, took out the nameplate from another pocket, and handed it to the trader to scan the code.

Holding a big bag made of ten bundles of dried earthworms, Zhuang Quan didn't go back immediately, but found a remote street seat, and sat down under the lively red screen.

This is the noisiest place in the whole street, so it was a coincidence that the chairs here were not occupied.

But today, something is wrong.

He took out the wallet. This is the wallet that all rescue teams have. It looks exactly the same. It was issued by the official when he joined the rescue team.

But it wasn't his own wallet, Zhuang Quan didn't bring his wallet out at all, he only brought two nameplates, but the hint from the thief just now was so accurate that he really felt that it was his own wallet.

Zhuang Quan opened the wallet. There was nothing in it, but there were three lines written on it:
庄泉
I live at No. 11 in the C95 area of ​​Hangzhou Underground City

Member of the Shanghai Maritime Search and Rescue Team

He just sat quietly like this, frowning under the noisy big screen, at this time when everything is celebrating.

Obviously, the other party knew who he was, and that person and the incident just now were all a deliberate plan!

His scalp was a little numb, who was investigating him, even at the cost of being completely expelled from the dungeon, just to say hello to him?

"I'm sorry to see you here, sir, but someone asked me to remind you!" Zhuang Quan was thinking about this in silence, when he suddenly heard a soft voice, looked up, it was a very beautiful Miss.

"What's the matter?" He asked, because the speech was a little loud under the big screen.

"A gentleman invites you to come over. If you sit here for a long time, you will block the live camera of the dungeon!" the woman said.

Zhuang Quan raised his head, and on the second floor opposite, sat a smiling man, waving at him.

He didn't do anything, nodded slightly, "Thank you for reminding me, I'll leave right away!"

"Thank you for your cooperation!" The woman seemed to have accepted some benefits from the other party, and left happily after Zhuang Quan left.

Zhuang Quan didn't leave, but put away the wallet, walked to the opposite second floor, came to a teahouse, and saw the only man drinking tea.

"Song Yang?" Zhuang Quan asked.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Zhuang, it seems that your life is not bad?" Song Yang said with a smile.

He is Song Yang, the manager of the black street agency, the first broker Zhuang Quan met in this world.

It's just that Zhuang Quan can't understand him now. This plainly dressed middle-aged man has an indescribably mysterious aura.

"This is the core of the dungeon, so there shouldn't be a teahouse, right?" Zhuang Quan answered irrelevantly.

Song Yang was still smiling, "Even if it's a teahouse, it can't open today, so it's not here, but at this moment, it's temporarily here!"

Zhuang Quan understood, and then said: "Shop Manager Song didn't come here to entertain me, did he?"

"No, no, Mr. Zhuang, this is actually a program!" Song Yang pushed over a cup of tea and said unhurriedly, "A program that belongs to the liaison officer!"

Zhuang Quan finally heard something related to himself, and it was no longer an inexplicable thing, "A liaison officer? So you came to me because of the liaison officer?"

"To be precise, it's not just me who came to look for you, but also other people, such as the rebels from the outside world, or the Gongdejiao and the Sun Sect!" Song Yang smiled mysteriously, meaning, "Didn't you already receive the letter?" Have their stuff?"

"You mean..." Zhuang Quan took out the wallet, "This?"

"Hmm, it's a very standard approach of the Sun faction. At the expense of one person, it scares you and attracts your attention, and then uses other methods to turn you into their running dog!" Song Yang said.

"Let me re-introduce, Song Yang, the general manager of the Liaison Organization in Hangzhou Dungeon, the special commissioner of the coalition government No. cn-03-45!" His words were still very indifferent.

Zhuang Quan turned his head and found that the service staff behind him had all disappeared at some point, and the window in front of him had also turned into a metal plate.

He realized that his act of joining the liaison officer made him a "heterogeneous" in the eyes of some people.

"What do I need to do?" Zhuang Quan asked. Since someone has already approached the door, it is reasonable to have more news.

"First of all, let me introduce you to the liaison organization!" Song Yang didn't listen to him, but said something softly.

"We are a special organization established 30 years ago, in order to deal with the growing rebels and the turbulent forces on the earth!"

"When the space elevator project failed completely and the rebel forces began to wreak havoc on the planet, the predecessor of our organization, the United Nations Rapid Response and Liaison Force, set out to build a special A special agency for intelligence contact with government forces."

"All liaison officers are members of the organization, and they are also one of the few people in this world who walk between darkness and light. The existence of each of them maintains the relationship between the coalition government and the rebels. Delicate balance!"

"So, welcome to the liaison organization, Mr. Zhuang Quan!" He held out his hand!

(End of this chapter)