Author: drinking luck

About a few weeks passed.

The weather gradually became colder, and a layer of silver frost formed on the weeds as if overnight.

On this day,

Lin En let out a long sigh of relief, stood up with relief, and lay down on the bed with a staggering step.

A gust of wind blew into the room, flipping through the open books randomly.

Wow.

[Mechanical maintenance: LV2 has a slight success → LV3 enters the room]

The long-standing goal was finally accomplished. Linn took a short rest, locked the door, closed the curtains, took out the military exoskeleton placed in the safe, and placed it on the table.

For him, this pile of iron parts is still quite heavy and cannot be lifted easily, but now he can finally stop breathing while holding on to his kidneys.

"The left and right hands are equipped with Spectrum DR3 automatic technology rifles." Linn held his forehead. This is the most common T3 level weapon. It is produced by the large arms company Lufton. Its principle is to emit a colorful weapon through a spectrum magnetic arc.

Magnetic storm rays, their appearance and synthesis methods have all applied for intellectual patents.

But at this moment, the energy transmission systems of the external weapons on the left and right hands have been completely destroyed.

The more powerful the weapon, the more precise the internal structure. Lin En had just made a breakthrough. He studied for a while and managed to sort out some clues, but the gains were still not big.

"It will probably take a while to be repaired." Linn yawned and glanced at the panel.

[Mechanical maintenance LV3 entry: 1/1000]

The experience bar is longer, and this skill cannot be improved in a short period of time.

The so-called exoskeleton is nothing more than a set of prosthetic outer frames connected to each other. When your mechanical manufacturing proficiency bar reaches LV3, you can also try to build your own exoskeleton specifically for yourself.

The prerequisite is that there must be sufficient materials.

Been busy with orders all morning.

Lynn is too lazy to cook.

He just wanted to go out to eat.

There was a knock on the door.

Lin En opened the door and found Ban Wen, the owner of the inferior food store, standing outside the door, rubbing his hands.

But when I saw him today, I found that he had lost a lot of weight, and his clothes were visibly shabby.

The Wenwan walnuts hanging around my waist were also missing.

"Boss Lin, please stay safe during this time."

"Of course he's fine." Lin En said. His life these days is just like that of other craftsmen. He has never been out of the market since he moved. His daily life consists of eating, studying, working, making money and sleeping. It's boring but fulfilling.

After a few simple greetings, Ban Wen got to the point with some embarrassment.

"Boss Lin, can you lend me 500 points for emergency help?"

"I haven't eaten all day!"

Lin En was shocked, looked at Ban Wen again, and then said in surprise:

"That's not the case. Aren't you in the food wholesale business? Why are you short of money?"

In Lin En's memory, the boss Ban Wen has lived in this market for a long time, and there is an endless stream of people queuing up to buy food every day. Although it is a small business, in terms of profit, it will not be less than

Five hundred points.

Ban Wen sighed: "Today is different from the past. Ever since Grundfos moved in, my business here has become increasingly deserted. The food workshops in the surrounding areas cannot sell their goods and make no profits. How can they continue to operate?"

They all closed down one after another!"

"My small shop can no longer open."

Lin En nodded and said, "I know this, you told me before."

"But you have earned so much savings over the years. Even if you have to pay back the rent every month, you won't be unable to afford food."

"Although Grundfos has made you unemployed, the things they sell are so cheap. You can buy ten kilograms of food for ten cents. How can you not afford to eat?"

Ban Wen was stunned, "Boss Lin, how long has it been since you bought food from the company's distribution department?"

Lin En scratched his head. He had been getting goods from Ambition Hotel during this period, which was considered preferential treatment given to him by the Lizard Gang. Thinking about it this way, it had indeed been a while since he had eaten this lowest-end junk food.

He has never bought Grundfos food.

Even if Lin En didn't say anything, Ban Wen understood everything, and his expression finally turned sad, as if he was aware of the thick barrier between the two.

Half a year ago, the other party was still a poor and poor boy, and he could chat with me for dozens of minutes just negotiating the price.

Now they have opened a new prosthetic shop in Mongkok of the market. They are a famous member of the Lizard Gang. They specialize in taking orders and earn countless dollars every day.

He explained in despair, and Lin gradually understood everything.

After the surrounding workshops almost closed down, Grundfos began to steadily increase the price of food, and the current price is even many times higher than before the company came.

Most people can no longer afford to eat, and even more people are sleeping on the streets.

There was frost a few days ago, and there were a few more frozen corpses in the gutter.

The gangs that manage various regions are also rapidly carrying out plans to revitalize local workshops, hoping to drive out the market share occupied by Grundfos and prevent the forces in the city from getting involved in this chaotic place.

This firefight area is going to be a mess.

"This is five hundred points, but..." Lin En took out a card. He wanted to ask the other party to find a new job, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it. This sentence was almost the same as "Why not eat minced meat".

He also knew that saying it was a loan was actually just a euphemism, and he would definitely not get the money back.

Ban Wen took the money respectfully, realizing that Lin En's hesitation just now meant that he had misunderstood, and said repeatedly:

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing it this time. I'll move out of the market immediately, find a place to live with a lower rent, and then slowly find a job so I can pay you back."

"I will definitely pay it back. I have made a few old friends over the years. It shouldn't be difficult to ask them to arrange a job."

Ban Wen rambled on, but Lin En had no interest in listening. Seeing Lin En's impatience, he thanked Lin En a few more times. Then he happily returned home and started packing his luggage, preparing to move out of the apartment he had rented for several years.

house.

Lin En looked at Ban Wen's back and vaguely recalled the countless noisy days in the past, when Ban Wen was sitting on a recliner, leaning on an iron plate, playing with Wenwan walnuts in his left hand, and drinking artificial tea comfortably.

These memories gradually overlapped with the current scene, and Linn subconsciously felt that this would be the last time he saw the other person.

Ban Wen probably left overnight, suddenly like white frost falling on the weeds.

At noon the next day, Lin En tried to find Ban Wen again, but found that the door of his old shop was locked and could not be opened no matter how hard he knocked.

"How can he drive it? He packed up his things and moved out at five o'clock this morning!"

said a strange neighbor.

"Did he tell you where he went?"

"Who knows, maybe he went to Old Street. The rent is the cheapest in this area. Where else could he go if he didn't go there?"

"Let me tell you, the old street is a mess."

"A few days ago, there were several break-ins and robberies. I heard that some people broke into other people's houses, took guns and shot them. Dozens of people died on the streets in just one day."
Chapter completed!