The flames were leaping in the carbon stove in the center of the round table, and there were black and gray iron mesh that had been burned many times. Several tin foil-wrapped boxes were placed on top, with various ingredients placed inside, and sauce mixed with minced garlic and peppers filled with sauce. The "spicy" sound came to the face.

Puchi ~

The lid of the beer and beverage opened, and the cold bottle sound was filled with water droplets. Zhu Jue stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth. He swallowed it whole just after chewing it for a few times. He tilted his neck and poured a few sips of wine, making a pleasant low voice.

The eyes circled around the diners, mostly in the combination of loose shirts and loose shorts, and three or five people gathered together to chat and laugh loudly.

Turning back to the person in front of him, Zhu Jue frowned and asked, "Lao Fu, why are you getting along with... Xiangfeng Restaurant?"

Zhu Jue was not sure whether the title "Yi Meng" was still a banned word from local governments five years later, so he changed his words when he spoke.

That's right, the one who connected with Zhu Jue this time in Shenzhen and Hong Kong was the old repair shop he met in the old city of Yecheng a long time ago. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Zhu Jue's memory was actually only more than half a year, and his appearance has not changed much.

When facing the old friend who suddenly appeared, it was fake to say that he was not surprised. Zhu Jue had thought before whether Fu Yingxiong would have died in the disaster in Yecheng five years ago. Who knew that he seemed to be quite comfortable in his current appearance.

"Yecheng is gone, my identity and family are all destroyed by those bastard monsters. The federal government will not care about the life and death of an old man like me. I am a person who doesn't want to treat myself badly. I happened to run into Xiangfeng Restaurant to recruit people, so I'll try it. You should know my skills. I didn't have much pursuit before, so I opened a repair shop to pass the time. Later... I did a good job."

He stretched out his fingers to wipe off the scallions on his cheeks, and Fu Yingxiong briefly talked about his experience.

"Ha, nonsense, do you think I'm a fool? A guy who can modify the government order watch and works as a repairman in the old eastern city. Do you think you are a master of retiring from the mountains and forests? Not to mention that you want me to help you get the torso of the monster from the source of mental pollution. Could it be that the motorcycle engines you built are all biochemically driven, and you have to install a monster's heart?"

Zhu Jue sneered at Fu Yingxiong's explanation. In fact, when he was still in Yecheng, he knew that this old man might not be simple, but he had no interest disputes. Occasionally, he had to rely on him to help him make some equipment, so he didn't deliberately explore it.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for five years, I didn't expect you to remember."

I drank half a glass of beer awkwardly, and then said,

"I admit that I had a cooperation with Xiangfeng Restaurant at that time...it was just a cooperation. Later, something happened in Yecheng and I had no place to go to them. After all, in this era, we technicians with almost zero combat power still have to have a backer. Otherwise, even if they were full of strange ideas, they couldn't even buy a few glass beakers, which would be meaningless."

"Well, it makes some sense."

With the continuous emergence of monsters from source of spiritual pollution and the collapse of social order to a certain extent, the people who have no backers or organizations are undoubtedly the first victims, even Zhu Jue cannot deny this.

"Since you think what I said makes sense, should you come to my side to do things? I promise that the welfare benefits and harmonious atmosphere of Xiangfeng Restaurant will never disappoint you."

He glanced at Zhu Jue's expression. Even though he knew that the possibility was not high, Fu Yingxiong still asked reluctantly.

There is no way, the shopkeeper of Xiangfeng Restaurant is very optimistic about this young man. After the Rong Xiacheng incident five years ago, he was full of thoughts of making him a member of the restaurant.

"I am now a consultant to the Shuguang City Archaeology Association. My supervisor is also a respected archaeology professor. After all, I am a member of the upper class. I sit in the office drinking drinks and singing songs every day. Is it possible that you ask me to give up this identity and go to a restaurant to work?"

Rolling his eyes, Zhu Jue asked back in anger.

“Advisor to the Archaeology Association?”

Fu Yingxiong still has some knowledge about Zhu Jue. When he was in the old eastern city, he didn't hear that Zhu Jue had learned this knowledge by himself.

"That professor owes me a favor, just like what you said just now. If you want to gain a foothold in this society, you always have to find a backer for yourself... Actually, I don't care what kind of force you are. What I care about is the evolutionary potion I asked you to help you make before. Has it been completed?"

Asking about the relationship between Fu Yingxiong and Yimeng was just Zhu Jue's subconscious behavior, and he was too lazy to continue to get entangled on these topics. Zhu Jue tried to pull the center of the conversation back to the evolutionary injection.

"Of course, after five years of call, if it weren't for the fact that you had done in Rongxia City that made us accept your favor, maybe Chen Qing would have hung up directly."

He moved his butt back and rubbed the ground with the plastic chair below. Just when Zhu Jue thought Fu Yingxiong was going to take out the things, he saw Fu Ying slowly pulling out a wrinkled black plastic bag from his shorts pocket.

"You put the potion in this plastic bag?"

Seeing Fu Yingxiong opening the plastic bag and throwing it on the table like a pig's head, Zhu Jue asked a ridiculously as he looked at the three potions inside.

"If I were carrying a delicate suitcase, would you think you could sit here and have barbecue with you?"

He pouted and thrust several tattooed men with bare arms around him, and then said,

"When I came, they told me that there were potential gang problems in the Shenzhen-Hong Kong area, and the public security was not very good. I was powerless, so how could I not take some protective measures?"

"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll go back."

He stuffed the plastic bag into his pocket, and Zhu Jue got up and prepared to leave.

"Hey~ Don't rush to leave. Old friends have finally met each other. Stay and play for a while. Let's talk about the past."

Fu Yingxiong pulled Zhu Jue's wrist. He came to see the latter to not just give something, but Yimeng would not be able to find a reliable deliveryman.

"Reminiscing the past...what are you telling me?"

At this time, Zhu Jue naturally guessed that Hero Fu was probably asking for something to do with him. With his personality, he naturally felt that it was troublesome and got up and left.

"There are many things that can be told, such as the later changes in the old eastern city area, such as the catastrophe of Yecheng five years ago... I remember that the people of "zero" mocked your studio in front of the whole city. During that period, public opinion... In the past five years, the videos of the weird studio have never appeared again. To be honest, with your personality, you probably wouldn't have hid at that time, right?"

Drinking the remaining half of the beer, Fu Yingxiong grinned and said in a slightly teasing tone.

Although he didn't know Zhu Jue for a long time, he also paid attention to the situation of the weird studio through the Yi League. That was Zhu Jue's efforts, but this effort was destroyed after the Yecheng Catastrophe five years ago. He didn't believe Zhu Jue didn't hate "zero"!

His idea was right.

Zhu Jue, who was about to leave, sat back again, but his posture was no longer as lazy as before. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly at Fu Yingxiong, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better tell me something that interests me, otherwise... at this time, the water in the river behind me is very fast!"

Grizzy Studio, this is the knot that Zhu Jue left in his heart after knowing everything when he returned from Greenland.

Perhaps for Li Qinglian and Wu Tong, the weird studio is their workplace and their hard work, but it can be described as "heart-working" for Zhujue.

The weird studio made Zhu Jue, the soul of the past who was floating in Ye City, find a sense of belonging for the first time, and is undoubtedly one of the few things he cared about in this world.

After sleeping, the studio was gone, the friends were gone, the barely familiar city turned into ruins, and even its own existence was wiped out, so I had to re-register a citizenship certificate...

There is nothing to say. People in the "Zero" organization, especially those who appeared in Yecheng back then, have long been on Zhu Jue's list of kills!

"Are you sure you want to say it here?"

Fu Yingxiong was quite satisfied with Zhu Jue's reaction. He raised his hand and pointed to the river bank embankment in the distance, and then said,

"Or we'd better go there and say that if I can't tell you, I don't have to do it, I'll jump on myself, no matter if it's a two-and-a-half-week or three-five backflips, you can choose the posture."

"Just like you, not to mention anything else, if you can still come up after going down, you will win."

Zhu Jue turned around, leaned against the table, and looked at the river embankment in Shenzhen-Hong Kong District. Feng Ling had been unable to control herself and rushed out, and she still didn't forget to hold a piece of meat chop in her mouth.

The river bank embankment is not a vertical stone wall, but a rocky beach with inclined angles. Zhu Jue and Fu Yingxiong packed more than a dozen meals. The former brought half a box of drinks and swayed over them.

It was almost night, and the oncoming river breeze was much refreshing. The orange-red afterglow at dusk spread on the river bank. There were ferries coming and going on the river surface in the distance. Occasionally, a few children carrying bamboo poles on their shoulders and plastic buckets in their hands ran past each other. They must have just returned from fishing nearby.

In Shenzhen-Hong Kong, most people's lives remained in the state of a hundred years ago. It should have been a bit sad, but in Zhu Jue's opinion, he had some nostalgia. His mood was a little irritable because he mentioned the weird studio.

Waiting to get closer, Zhu Jue suddenly found another figure appeared in the rocky beach in the direction where Fu Yingxiong led him.

She sat on the river embankment with her back to her back, her posture was straight, not like a resting passerby at all.
Chapter completed!