"What did you do to carry this kid back?"

“Of course it’s useful.”

"What's the use?"

"hey-hey……"

The laughter was a bald white man with a big belly, and his companion was a strong, muscular black man.

The strong black man pointed to the Asian young man on the sofa and said, "I warn you, if you have that kind of hobby, you will move out of this damn apartment tomorrow morning. Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking your legs and kicking you out with your 'love'!"

The Asian young man looks young, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a typical oriental face, a wound on his forehead, and his half-length hair is stuck together by coagulated blood, just like he has just experienced a car accident and looks terrible.

What's worse is that his hands and feet were wrapped around his hands and feet, and his mouth was blocked with a rag.

He was kidnapped.

This unlucky guy was named Zhang Ming. His eyes were closed, as if he had fainted, but he actually woke up just now. Zhang Mingzheng carefully raised his ears and eavesdropped on the conversation between two strange men.

The fat white man opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer. After hearing the curse of his companions, he raised his middle finger, bit the beer, and poured himself a big mouthful and said, "Shut up your stinky mouth, I don't have that kind of habit. Look at this refrigerator, it's just a storage locker, and there is no refrigeration function at all? Is it broken?"

He patted the refrigerator hard, pretended to put his ear on the refrigerator, turned to his companion and said, "It said it was not broken because we two poor guys owed three months of electricity bill, so it went on strike! This made me unable to even drink a bottle of cold beer in the summer!"

"What the hell do you want to say?" said the strong black man impatiently.

"he."

The fat white man pointed at Zhang Ming on the sofa.

"This kid is thin and weak, but at least he is healthy. We sell him to the crazy doctor in the East District, and I guess he can have this number!"

The fat white man stretched out his hand and compared it with a gesture of five.

“$5,000!”

The strong black man stood up directly from the sofa, his eyes staring like a wild donkey.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go! After selling out, go directly to the bar. Now you can have some fun."

"Wait, idiot, what's the hurry?"

The fat white man sat on the sofa, and the old sofa made a creaking sound.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, holding a beer bottle, as if not in a broken apartment, but the most luxurious securities and trading hall on Wall Street.

"There is another option. If we take him through a few blocks, go to Michael's territory, find a 'carrier', and sell this kid to Africa to dig coal, dig gold or dig other shit, that's 50,000 US dollars." said the fat white man.

"fifty thousand……"

The amount increased ten times, but the strong black man could not tell how excited he was. He pinched his fingers, made a clicking sound, and paced around the house.

The black strong man said: "That's Michael's business. If he finds out, we will be killed."

The fat white man took a sip of wine and said, "So, I offer two options, either take $5,000 safely and survive this damn summer, at least have some cold beer. Or..."

The fat white man clenched his fists and said viciously: "Just do the big deal! This kid is a naughty face, not a local, and maybe he is a smuggler. As long as he is not discovered by Michael, a full-time human trafficker, no one will cause trouble for us."

The strong black man fell into silence and lowered his voice to discuss with the fat white man, why not be discovered by Michael, and what should he do if he was discovered?

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and felt creepy when he heard it.

What the hell is this place? Who are these two kidnappers around you?

The two foreigners were talking in English, and there were a lot of slang in their words. Zhang Ming, a weak English guy, could understand it without saying a word...

"Has I traveled through time?"

Zhang Ming's last memory stayed in the dormitory.

Zhang Ming is a sophomore. In addition to studying, he is an amateur short video creator.

Because the Marvel series has been quite popular in recent years, on this day, Zhang Ming was creating mixed-cut videos of Marvel movies in his dormitory.

Just as he was about to finish his job, he happily exported the video, the computer crashed, and the fruits of half a month of labor disappeared. He was so angry...

Why did you get angry?

The memory is a bit blurry, Zhang Ming recalls it carefully.

Faced with the disappearance of labor results, Zhang Ming was so angry that he...

Turn off the computer and go to bed.

???

That's right, Zhang Mingyi didn't smash the computer, and didn't touch the electric door. He turned off the computer and took a shower and went to bed. Before going to bed, he even drank a glass of sleep-enhancing milk.

None of this can do it? You have to travel through time?

It’s okay to travel through time, but shouldn’t it be a period of incubation in which the development of a vulgar development are then in danger?

How could he be kidnapped by two gangsters as soon as he came up and told him that he would either be dismembered or sold to Africa to be a coolie for his whole life? This... is unreasonable!

"Bilibili!"

Just as Zhang Ming was in despair, a crisp electronic sound appeared in his ears. He still closed his eyes tightly, but suddenly a small blue icon appeared in his dark vision.

The icon is square, and draws a cartoon smiling face in two simple strokes, with two antennas on the top of the head, just like a cartoon version of a small TV.

"The Bilibili system has been started...the host binding is successful...the system is matching...the matching is successful!"

"Hello, Zhang Ming, I am XiaoTV, the administrator of Bilibili system, referred to as Bilibili system for short. I am very happy to serve you."

Beep station system?

Bilibili Zhang Ming knows that it is also called Bilibili or Bilibili. It is a large video platform with its main audience group of young people between the ages of 10 and 30, mainly in the second dimension and life sharing.

Unlike other video platforms, such as some Qiyi, some library, and some videos, most of the videos that support the operation of the Bet Station are created by ordinary audiences.

The users of Bizhan are both audiences and creators.

As an amateur video creator, most of the videos Zhang Ming usually edits are posted on Bet Station. The blue small TV in front of him is the icon of Bet Station.

But what is the Bee Station system?

As soon as Zhang Ming thought about this, Xiao TV explained:

"The bee station system is the core system carried by the host during travel. The host can gain attention, like and coin through recording and sharing of the traveling life, and exchange coins for corresponding special abilities."

I'll say!

How can there be no benefits when traveling through time!

Zhang Ming restrained the urge to sway his fist and laugh, and asked excitedly in his consciousness: "I am going to be sent to Africa soon. Is there any ability to help me? It's the kind of cool and cool, suitable for showing off and slapping the face, and it's best to have a beauty filter function."

"bite"

In response to Zhang Ming, a system prompt sound was heard, and the TV said: "Newbie Task: The First Video."

Mission introduction: Record the first video you traveled through time.

Task reward: The editing function is enabled.

"How to record?" Zhang Ming asked.

The strong black man had already started to wear clothes and was about to carry Zhang Ming out. Zhang Ming had to hurry up and drag it down. If someone raised his hands and fell, it would be useless if there was any system.

Xiao TV said: "The host's eyes are cameras. After recording through the eyes, you can choose to save the video."

"good."

Just open your eyes and take a look, less than a second, this is very simple.

Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes and glanced out carefully. Just as he was about to close, the fat white man suddenly scratched his butt and subconsciously glanced at Zhang Ming. The two gazes were intertwined in the air.

The air suddenly became quiet...

"Damn!!!"

Zhang Ming was almost killed by his own luck, and he could be discovered by just opening his eyes and closing his eyes!

The fat white man came over and said with a smile: "Are you awake?"

The strong black man picked up a baseball bat from the corner: "Do you need me to knock this kid out? It will be more annoying to struggle."

"Little TV!" Zhang Ming shouted in his consciousness: "Can you upload it now?"

"Sorry, the video length must not be less than ten minutes." Xiao TV reminded.

"I'm fucking..."

Zhang Ming felt that his journey through time was about to end here.

Seeing the strong black man coming over with a baseball bat, Zhang Ming quickly spit out the smell of rag in his mouth, not caring about the fishy smell in his mouth, and shouting: "Don't hit me, I...I can help you make money!"

The obese white man stopped his companions from acting.

"Tell me."

Zhang Ming pursed his lips. The smell in his mouth made him want to vomit. His mind was messy and his thoughts were like a pot of popcorn, which kept exploding.

"I, I heard what you said just now. The two plans sound good, but it is not a good idea to say that no matter which one is. One-time trading is always the most stupid thing to do."

Zhang Ming started to make a fuss.
To be continued...