Chapter 198: A little white shark in the waves, who can use the sea ghost fire and run...
Bai Ling chatted with Sava until half past ten in the evening.
After Sava left, he went upstairs, ate a quick meal, and then went to bed tired.
I didn't sleep well that night.
When Bai Ling woke up the next morning, he felt a little tired. Yu Chen asked him what was wrong, and he just said that he was tired from working yesterday.
As expected, I was held down and hugged for a while, and I was given enough soothing pheromones. Bai Ling raised his face and kissed the mermaid's chin, thanked him, and then went to the office with breakfast.
When he entered the office building, three or five clerks were gathered together drinking coffee. When they saw him coming, they all turned around and saluted, "Good morning, Commander Bai."
"Okay." Bai Ling saw that they were all holding their terminals. "Any news?"
"Yes, but it's not a war report. It's a special report on our Wild Planet, Interstellar Times Weekly. Have you read it?"
Bai Ling thought about it and said, "I saw it."
To be exact, he had read the manuscript before it was sent out.
Previously, he called the editor-in-chief to his office and gave him great freedom to write freely. After receiving the finished manuscript, Bai Ling read it carefully and found it to be very authentic, so he allowed them to publish it.
However, when it was supposed to be published last month, Yexing and the Federation happened to be at odds, and the manuscript was blocked. After mediation, the two countries became friends and the manuscript was successfully sent out.
While eating breakfast, Bai Ling opened the interface and prepared to look at it again.
The terminal prompts, [Do you want to turn on the smell assistance function? ], he clicked, [Yes].
People in ancient Earth always wanted their phones to smell. By the 24th century, terminals equipped with odor simulators were no longer a novelty.
In conjunction with terminal hardware, major media software have successively developed interactive technologies, allowing you to smell the aroma of food videos, smell pheromones when listening to reeds, and smell the birdsong and flowers when reading poetry.
As for the smell used in this news, it was specially collected by the editorial team on the wild star and then converted into data simulation.
It’s called “Life”.
Just like the name of the smell, the content of the article is also about the life of wild stars. There is no grand narrative, let alone passionate incitement. If you ignore the title, this is more like a travelogue of an exotic country, using the most realistic first-person writing style to narrate a small part of the editor's experience on the wild star.
[…Before this article was published, my assistant asked me, “If you had to describe this place in one sentence, what would you say?”
I answered him, "Unfortunately." He asked, "Why?" I was forced to admit, "My weight loss efforts were in vain. I gained 10 pounds."
Unexpectedly, he patted his belly and said to me, "Who isn't?"
Unfortunately, we who were ready to expose the reality to the whole galaxy four months ago with our equipment on our backs have now become a part of reality - I have also started to imitate the locals, wearing a pair of leather sandals and wandering around the streets regardless of winter or summer. Let the sand seep into the gaps between your toes, find a random shop, order a glass of lemonade, slowly smell the baking aroma coming from the back kitchen of the bakery next door, then lean your chair and shout to the beautiful omega boss from afar:
"Two blueberry bagels, please!"
So the plate of bagels was placed on the table, right next to my untouched manuscript.
——Now you know how this manuscript was written from summer to winter.
Of course, I didn't completely forget about work. Every month I have the opportunity to talk with Commander Bai. He invites me to his office, and we chat while eating dried cactus fruits, a specialty of Yexing.
Commander Bai has always been efficient and capable, but in private he is actually a gentle person. When I talk to him about life and policies, I always forget his age and turn to him for advice.
At this time, I noticed the letters on his desk, and he told me without hesitation, "Those are the annual allowances given to injured veterans."
I asked, “Why are you posting this?”
He replied as a matter of course: "Because they don't have any."
Because the empire didn't issue it, so he did it. It is like if the empire does not fight for territory, he will fight for it; if the empire does not pay for food, he will buy it.
The wild stars are barren, but his faith and will are never barren. His inner strength is stronger than any I have ever seen. Isn't this a kind of wealth?
A person worthy of trust - I think that's how I should describe it.
Before leaving, he asked me to take the dried fruits, "I see you ate a lot."
If I were ten years younger, I would probably blush like a young boy. Now, I will just shamelessly put it in my pocket, and when I get back to my place, I can eat dried fruits, turn on the heater, and spend a wonderful weekend...]
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"Great..." The skinny and hunched boy held the terminal, sniffed the aroma of bread coming from it, and murmured intoxicatedly, "I want to go to Yexing too."
His companion pulled him, "Hurry up, Gar, we still have to grab a spot!"
The two men hurried towards the city center against the morning sea breeze. They wanted to reach the sidewalk in front of the Governor's Palace before anyone else. There was a row of sewer grates on the ground there, which would emit hot steam every morning - the servants of the Governor's Palace had begun to change the water in the hot spring swimming pool every day.
They were lucky today and got a good seat. There was a loud splash under their feet, and hot steam rushed out of the pipe, mixed with a strange stench, rushing from the soles of their feet all the way to the tips of their noses.
"Ah, it feels good. It's still warm here."
In weather of minus ten degrees, this is the only way for poor people who cannot afford the electricity bill to keep warm.
The damselfish squatted on the ground, rubbed his cold hands, and then placed his hands on the steaming grille. "Mysid shrimp, how was your mother's visit to the bank yesterday? Can you get your money back?"
The situation in the empire this year is ten times worse than last year. Like millions of others, the Mysids' savings were wiped out when the bank went bankrupt.
The reason why it is malicious is that the bank was opened by the Duke of Moray Eel who is in charge of this planet. As prices continued to soar and people spent their bank deposits at a rapid pace, he suddenly declared a protective bankruptcy and seized their money without any reason.
In addition, the Duke of Moray seized their mortgaged properties in the bank.
As a result, many people became homeless and penniless.
The Mysid family is one of them.
He shrugged and said, "What else can I do? Of course I can't get it back. But luckily my family didn't mortgage the property, otherwise I would have been forced to move to a shanty town in the park like my aunt's family."
The shanties in the park were recently built and were home to bankrupt people. Over time, it became a famous vagrant den in the local area.
The gar had delivered food to that area before, but he really didn't like walking that route. Because all the shops along the way were empty, only one grain store was open. People lined up to buy fish and bird food from morning to night, their faces were pale and they were so hungry that they looked like they would faint at any time.
Just a few steps across the street is a high-end restaurant that is packed with people. The nobles ate so much that they were fat and bloated, and the food they vomited out while leaning over the trash can was enough to feed a family of poor people.
Mysid shrimp looked at the gray sky and muttered, "If only I had been born two years earlier. I could have started working early, bought a boat ticket, and taken my mother to Yexing. There are all kinds of food there... Do you smell the dried cactus fruit? It's sweet. I haven't eaten fruit for a long time."
The damselfish said angrily, "What are you dreaming about? The airport has been closed for a long time, and no one can get out."
Mysid shrimp: "But I'm really hungry..."
As he spoke, a sob was heard beside him. Mysid was startled and quickly touched his cheek, thinking that he couldn't control his tears. But when he turned around, he found that the crying came from a middle-aged man next to him.
The middle-aged man stood on the sewer grate, holding the terminal and shaking his shoulders. After a while, he fell to the ground and died.
The two teenagers quickly moved aside, "What happened to him?"
"He's dead." The gar picked up the terminal and took a look. "He wanted to eat the apple in the video. Mm, it really smelled delicious. He was mad to death when he couldn't have it."
An hour later, the underground hot water was finally used up, the sewer gradually cooled down, and the people nearby dispersed one by one. After a while, the guards in front of the Duke's Mansion came out with a garbage bag, wrapped the middle-aged man, and threw him into the deep sewer.
Mysid shrimp: "It's over. Will he be swollen tomorrow and have to look at us with his face against the grille?"
The damselfish shuddered, "Not tomorrow!"
On the way back, the gar dragged the shrimp to a deserted alley and took out a piece of bread from his arms and gave it to him. Mysid shrimp accepted it and promised to go to the beach to help him collect seaweed tomorrow.
Compared to other marine creatures, the families of damselfish are relatively wealthy. Thanks to their ancestors, they, the damselfish, are known as the "farmers of the ocean". Although they are tropical fish, they are good at growing seaweed fields - this is a unique skill among the marine species.
Relying on this ancestral technology, the gar father also opened a small restaurant with a shop in front and a factory in the back, specializing in grilled seaweed, cold seaweed, and seaweed rice.
But their seaweed fields are rented, and the landlord is the overlord of this planet, the Duke of Moray Eel.
Since last year, the rent of Haitian has increased threefold. The family of the Damselfish has been unable to make ends meet and has gradually fallen from a well-off level to an ordinary level. After a while, the gar looked up and saw a luxurious ship floating majestically above the sea. It was the Duke's newly bought ship.
For some reason, the porgies, who had been civilians for generations, felt that they should have a share of the ship's landing gear.
Back in the small dining room at home, the gar rested his chin on his hand, bored.
After the Great Depression, there were more and more poor people, and few people came to eat seaweed rice. There was no business in the store, and he was idle at the bar, so he opened the Wild Star videos in his collection, starting from the first one in the collection, and reviewed them one by one.
The part that the damselfish likes the most is [Rebellion against the Capital Planet], and the second favorite is [Establishing diplomatic relations with the Federation]. He watched the video clips over and over again so many times that he even memorized the popular comments below.
"Hey, I didn't expect you're a fan of that little cripple, you young brat."
The gar is a small golden fish. Originally, it should be round and plump with golden hair. However, long-term lack of meat caused him to be malnourished. He was hunched over all day long, like a little old man, and even his hair was as ugly as dead grass.
Therefore, damselfish hate being called "young boy".
He raised his head and replied coldly: "What does it have to do with you? And if you dare to call Commander Bai a cripple again, I will kick you out!"
"Sure," the man pretended to look back, "just kick me out. Do you still have any customers in your store?"
The gar flicked the rag as if to get rid of the dirt, then turned and glared at him: "You talk like you'll pay for it."
The man raised his eyebrows. He looked fine when he was still, but when his facial features moved, his brow bones appeared very deep, with a kind of depth unique to eagles. His hair is light wheat brown with some uneven white. It is said that this is the hair color of steppe eagles.
The gar had no idea what kind of eagle he was, nor what his name was. He only knew that he had a famous nickname in this area, "Drunkard," which meant a drunkard.
Wineskin always had a medical bag hanging around his waist, which contained his artificial stomach and intestines.
As he drank, the wine leaked into the artificial stomach. The bag was transparent, so he could see the digestion process when he picked it up.
The drunkard has a histrionic personality. When there were still people in the restaurant, he often sat there and boasted to others that his intestines were damaged by war. He also said that he was a hero and had saved so many people... But when asked about the details, he hesitant and vague, and couldn't explain anything at all.
But the silly father of the garfish loved to listen to his bragging and often gave him things on credit.
The gar thought that the wineskin was a big liar who only cheated honest people!
In addition to owing debts, Jiunan is also very bad in one aspect - he is always drunk and mocking Commander Bai, either saying "that cripple is just lucky" or pouring cold water on him, saying "it's useless".
Because of this, the dam had argued with him several times, "Commander Bai didn't rely on luck at all, he relied on his own strength to get to where he is today!"
Jiu Nang looked at him, half-smiled, and said something that no one could understand:
"You don't know how lucky that cripple is."
This is weird. As if he had seen worse references.
The gar had always hated this liar who spoke nonsense, and today was no exception. There was no point in arguing with this scoundrel, so he went straight to the kitchen.
The next day, Mysid came to help him harvest seaweed.
The family of damselfish and the family of mysid shrimp have always been on good terms. From a natural biological perspective, the two have a symbiotic relationship. The damselfish are very aggressive and will drive away all the small fish, shrimps and sea urchins that intrude into their seaweed farms, but they will not drive away the mysid shrimp. Because the secretions of mysid shrimp can help seaweed grow, it helps the damselfish make money.
The mysid shrimp swam in the water, shaking and shaking. "Gartfish, are you still going to college this year? I heard that your university seems to be closed."
The gar was cutting kelp and answered casually, "Yes, the principal was caught and eaten by the Duke. I heard that two large plates of king crabs were steamed. The swordfish prince from the capital planet loves to eat this."
Mysid shrimp: "Who do you think is bigger, the Duke or Commander Bai?"
"Of course it's the White Commander!" The gar raised his head proudly. "The White Commander is the queen, much bigger than the duke."
"Then when will Commander Bai come to liberate us?"
"Well...our planet is not the closest to the wild star. We will probably have to wait for a few years."
The Mysid Shrimp tied the wakame into a knot in disappointment: "Ah, I don't know if I can live to see that time. The seaweed is almost harvested. After eating this, there will be nothing to eat in the future."
Seeing that there was no one around, the damselfish whispered to him, "Don't worry, you won't die. My dad has a way to get food."
Mysid was shocked. "Uncle, is he related to the black market? Smuggling food is a capital crime punishable by beheading!"
"Hush! Keep your voice down." The damselfish dragged the kelp ashore and said in a low voice, "What's the point of not starving to death?"
Mysid looked him up and down with some suspicion: "Then why are you so hungry?"
The gar said indignantly, "I can't eat meat. Although my family has the channels, I can't get canned meat. It's really abominable. Every time those cans are smuggled in, they are smelled by the sharks raised by the Governor's Office and confiscated."
Mysid shrimp, who had always been a peacemaker, suddenly said, "Why don't we go and take it back, just like Commander Bai did."
The gar shook his head: "No, that would require a lot of people to go with us."
"I know some water hens, the group of grebes, the little white stripers in the waves, they can use sea will-o'-the-wisp fire, and they run very fast."
"That's not realistic," the damselfish thought hard, "Why would they go on an adventure with us? I'm just a seaweed grower, not Commander Bai."
That’s all I have to say. The plan failed halfway and there is nothing I can do.
The two boys carried the sparse kelp back home.
After entering the restaurant, the porgy said hello to his father, washed his hands, and went to the front desk to drink some water and take a break. As soon as he walked to the front, he met a pair of drunken eagle eyes, and the drunkard shouted at him:
"Come here, young man...pay the bill. Humph, I have money."
As he spoke, he took out a thick envelope from his pocket, which contained at least 30,000 star coins.
For the first time ever, Jiu Nang paid for the meal.
Dad ran out and said happily, "See, I knew he was a good man."
But the gar didn't think so. He thought the guy might have stolen the money from somewhere. Because one day when the drunkard was drunk, he accidentally saw a tattoo on the back of his neck under his collar, where the gland should be.
He checked online and found out that it was a mark that was only given to omegas who committed serious crimes in the last century.
The gar thought as he picked up the broom and swept the floor.
As he passed the sleeping wineskin, he stood on tiptoe, trying to steal another glimpse at the tall man's neck.
At this moment, there was a loud crash and something fell out from the open arms of the wine bag. The moment it fell to the ground, the brand new banknotes were scattered all over the floor.
In an age when bankers devour electronic assets, sending money by mail has become a relatively safe practice.
The damselfish took a quick look and made sure that the drunkard was still there, so he put down his broom, picked up the bills one by one, and stuffed them back into the envelope. However, when he was stuffing it in, he suddenly found that there was something else in the envelope.
When I pulled it out, there was a piece of paper.
It read, "Dear buddy, I hope you are well. This is Wildstar, I am writing this letter in my office. The temperature in Moray Star is dropping significantly, please be sure to keep warm..."
The porgy was stunned for a moment, and soon the hand holding the letter began to tremble uncontrollably because he saw the final signature - the seal of Bai Ling + Isuparaiso.
A caring letter from Yexing.
Oh my god, oh my god…
He thought of the group of young chicks who also idolized the White Commander. How jealous they would be of me if this letter was addressed to me! Partner…Who wouldn’t want to be Wildstar’s development partner!
Holding the letter.
Suddenly, the damselfish had a very bold idea.
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