It was late at night and the wind was cold outside the window.

The hall of the God of Wealth Control Center is as warm as spring, and the powerful central air conditioner blows warm wind throughout every corner.

Of course, the God of Wealth is not the legendary God of Wealth, but a resource satellite designed, developed and launched by the State Administration of China in 3005. Over the past three years, the God of Wealth has been scanning every inch of land around the world, bringing a large amount of mineral and seafood resources to the State Administration of China, and it really lives up to the name of the God of Wealth.

Resource satellites are different from military and communication satellites, with low confidentiality levels and a 100% usage rate. A resource release map will be sent every 24 hours. From the first two years of surface scanning, it has been transferred to deep scanning. It is really a boring job for the controllers of the control center.

The God of Wealth is controlled by a central computer and requires almost no human intervention. He works diligently and day and night. The controller has almost nothing to do except checking all data every two hours.

Renault was looking at the screen in front of him with all his attention, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised from time to time, looking in a good mood. Press the control button from time to time, and the screen would be replaced with another screen full of text.

You read that right. At this moment, Renault is using the computer in the control center to read novels. As a top student, Renault had no time to read these nonsense things before. It was not until three months ago that he entered the God of Wealth Control Center for an internship through a friend of his father and had time to get in touch with fantasy novels.

Just because he took a look, Renault was deeply trapped in it from then on. It’s not that Renault’s self-control is so poor. In fact, the work of the control center is far less noble than outsiders. If you don’t find anything interesting, you can make people bored to death.

Of course, controlling computers does not allow these messy things to be installed. Not to mention novels and movies, even the most basic communication tools are not allowed. Any program that wants to enter the computer needs to undergo several levels of review by leaders, repeated confirmation by software engineers, and stamped with seventeen or eighteen chapters before completing the process.

No matter what, controlling computers is also a service to the God of Wealth Resources satellite. No one can bear this responsibility.

Fortunately, there is an output interface specially prepared for the output resource distribution map on the console. Renault used this little thing to call pure text e-books from this output port to the screen. Of course, this was not his pioneering, but the remaining ones played by the seniors in the control center and lend them to him for use.

The work of the God of Wealth Control Center is relatively easier. As long as you don’t do it randomly, even if the director of the center sees it, he will only remind him a few words and let his subordinates have fun. After all, this job is really boring.

According to regulations, there are at least two people on duty on the night shift. As an intern, Renault naturally has to take care of the old seniors. The senior brothers in the same group found a place to sleep three hours ago. At this moment, Renault was the only one on duty in the control center of thousands of square meters.

Three minutes ago, he just checked the data. The God of Wealth is as stable and hardworking as ever. It is said that this resource satellite with its own high-performance solar collecting panels can work in orbit for more than two hundred years as long as it does not encounter any other situation, which is much more powerful than those military and communication satellites that have only been decades old.

When he first entered the control center, Renault was still thinking about learning things, but in less than ten days, he had already learned almost everything he could. This is a satellite control center, not a satellite R&D center. It gives Renault the feeling that any college student or even a high school student can be competent for this job as long as he trains carefully for a month.

Of course, he also knew that this was not the case. When the God of Wealth was running smoothly, there was no difference between him and the person sitting in his position, but if he really encountered a problem...

There is no difference between a dog tied up and a Renault sitting there, it won't be anyway.

There is only one purpose of arranging duty, which is that someone looks at the central computer automatic control module next to it. If there is a problem with the God of Wealth, the automatic control module will issue an alarm simultaneously, so that the on-duty personnel can find the supervisor and maintenance engineer to handle it as soon as possible.

To put it bluntly, the role Renault can play is really limited. The God of Wealth is designed and manufactured well enough. After three years of entering the track, there was no alarm. After a long time, people are lazy and those who work night shifts have nothing to do except reading books and watching TV series.

Subconsciously raised his head and looked at the roof. After several months of experiments, Renault had put all the data of the God of Wealth in his mind. At this moment, the God of Wealth should be not far from his head. Unfortunately, on the ground, he could not see the God of Wealth who had been with him day and night for three months.

In the distant outer space, a black hole space particle that is only the thickness of a finger and half a foot long flew towards the earth at an incredible speed. It appears and disappears. Every time it breaks through space, it will show different lights under the illumination of different stars, and at the same time, it swallows up a small piece of space at the flashing position.

A few minutes later, the God of Wealth satellite in orbit suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, it also disappeared in the central control computer in the ground control center, as well as the intern Reno, who was sitting not far from the computer.

Renault had no idea what happened, for a moment, or forever?

When his consciousness recovered, he felt that the bones in his body were broken and the flesh were separated. Apart from being conscious, he could not even tell whether he was lying down or lying down.

It seemed as if there was a ray of light, and then I heard a strange sound in my ears, as if it was far away in the sky, and as if it was close to my ears. The changes in light made him gradually recover his rationality and difficult to judge the distance between the other party and him. It should be very close.

The manager of the Dongfang Tugang looked in his forties, his whole body was wrapped in white cloth, and his eyes were exposed. This was the standard dress of the Golden Road Tugang in the southwest.

It is extremely cold in the morning and evening, it is extremely hot at noon, it is excessively strong light, and the wind and sand that is everywhere. No matter you are a high-ranking official, a great businessman, or even a martial arts master, you must not carry such a outfit.

"It looks like I was struck by lightning, and my hair was burned all over my body. I still have a breath, so I should be helpless." After saying that, the manager of the Dongfang Tu Gang shook his head, stood up, turned over the horse, and followed the long convoy to catch up with his Tu Gang.

In a daze, the light changed again. The Changfeng Tugang manager Zhuma glanced at him and shook his head slightly. He couldn't figure out how could there be a single person walking alone on this desolate southwest golden road? Even if he wasn't struck by lightning, he wouldn't live for a few days. In this place where people eat and don't spit bones, even the medium-sized Tugang dared not walk alone, let alone alone?

No matter how fierce a thief is, he will not do such a stupid thing. The person lying on the ground looks young and has a black body, and he will not be able to survive when he sees it. On this business road, the gang will not easily take in strangers. Do you know if it is a spy from the thief.

Of course, this person on the ground is definitely not, a stupid, blood-devouring and animal-like sand thief, who has not yet had the ability to play such a bitter plan. Not to mention a sand thief, if he was the knowledgeable Changfeng Tuo Gang, he would not have thought of what he had experienced before he could become like this.

He pulled out a piece of white numb from his bag and threw it on the dying person on the ground, which was all his heart's content. In fact, he knew that this was completely boring. After the gang was loaded, there would be a sand wolf to deal with this body. Even if there was no sand wolf, the scorched vultures in the sky would not let go of this delicious food.

As for burial, let’s forget it. The journey along the way has exhausted too much physical strength, let alone expect the guardian warriors in the gang business to abide by the natural laws of the desert.

Hundreds of eight-meter-long four-trailer trucks passed by one after another. On both sides of the trucks, they were in charge of the managers riding handsome horses, guarding the warriors, carrying the gangs and walking around the pile of rotten meat expressionlessly.

Walking on this thousand-year-old golden road, it brings dozens or hundreds of times the profits to the merchants every year, and at the same time takes away fresh lives.

Even if a living person is like this, why should he die? It is rare to be kind to the Changfeng steward and be willing to throw away a piece of white numb.

Renault felt much better, and the light in front of him was even stronger. The most important thing was that he could feel himself lying on the ground. Not only that, but also the sound of chariots and horses in his ears, and the sound of conversation with soft and strange accents. His mind was not clear enough, and he could not tell which dialect this familiar tone was. The most important thing was that he could already feel his breathing.

Just as he was thinking about what happened, someone jumped off his horse and squatted beside him to watch the freshness. He saw that the burnt corpse on the ground moved twice and was shocked.

Although Huya is just a thirteen-year-old boy, this is the second time he has followed the Tiger's gang to walk the golden road. The little guy has seen blood, killed people, and is a rare pistachio in the Tiger's gang. Not only does the Tiger's gang like his family, but even the other gangs he travels with are not liked by him.

This kid is good at everything, but he is too curious and talks a lot of nonsense. As long as he has never seen before, he always wants to figure out things. When he first took the golden path, he caused trouble for the tiger gang. Fortunately, when he encountered a sand thief, the little guy was brave and ruthless, and he was really a rare good helper.

Except for being frightened, Huya felt a little embarrassed, so he reached out and flipped the scorched corpse over, his fingers stumbled under Renault's nose, and jumped up in shock: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, come and see, can this person breathe?"

As if he had made a huge discovery, Huya shouted loudly. In front of the convoy, two handsome horses turned their heads and came to Huya.

"Uncle Wang, shopkeeper, he is so angry and very fierce. If you don't believe it, you don't lie." Huya said anxiously, afraid that they would not believe it, just to swear to the sky. The younger he is, the more he is, the more he is afraid of being looked down upon, especially in front of people close to him.
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