take it!Experience

Chapter 7 Unpaid Labor

Mo Chonggan set a trap at the foot of the award-winning NPC Xiao Yuanshan, setting a delay of 25 seconds.

Seeing that Liuli 9 has gone offline, Wo Zijisuode, Xiao Huojie, Qianye Wanhua, who sold girls, let them relax for the most part.

"That face over there," Wo Zikishod shouted, "Whoever sees it has a share! It doesn't matter if we come to pick up some advanced materials."

"Oh, whatever you want." After Mo Chonggan finished speaking, he clicked Logout from the menu and entered the countdown state.

When Qianye Wanhua heard what he said, he really ran to the side to pick up the materials dropped by the martial arts practitioners.Wo Zijishuode and the little fire jackal who sold girls continued to move towards Mo Chonggan: "Shall we share some of the good things you received? It's the same as giving us directly or being exposed by us anyway."

Mo Chonggan didn't answer, because he was already offline and counting down the seconds.The two waited for a while, seeing that Mo Chonggan didn't speak, they immediately realized that he was actually running away and offline, and immediately clicked "declare war on him" without hesitation.

Pa, the trap at the foot of the NPC Xiao Yuanshan took effect. NPC Xiao Yuanshan was attacked and became a red name, and immediately entered the energy-gathering counterattack state, accumulating power in his palm for 4 seconds, then shouted, and waved his palm at Mo Chonggan, but the attack affected Mo Chonggan at 45 degrees All neutral targets within angular range.

However, it just so happened that Mo Chonggan went offline at this very moment.As for Wo Zijishuode and the little fire jackal who sold girls, they were swept in by Zhangfeng AOE. Two huge critical strike scarlet letters -602 and -715 flew up, and they fell on the ground with a plop. on the ground.Even Qianye Wanhua, who was a little further away, was not spared, Zhangfeng gave a critical strike -827, and immediately lay down on Kusama.

"Labour-management ****..." "Oh shit..." "Huh? What's going on..."

The three of them returned to Luoyang by way of Yincao Difu. They each had a few good things that did not go back with them.

Although they tried for a long time later, and after more than an hour, they finally ran back here to recover their losses, but the precious time for ranking and spawning monsters was wasted in vain.

"Bastard...'Lian Doshi, this matter is not over yet!"

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Mo Chonggan logged out of the game, took off the VR helmet to breathe.

He returned to the private room, as if he had passed away, and he was not used to it.

Mo Chongqian went to the toilet, thinking that those troublesome players should have learned a lesson. When he came back, he was about to go online to pick up the loot. As soon as he sat down on the sofa bed without putting on his helmet, there was a knock on the door of the room.

The ones who came in were the manager of the Cowherd game hall and the uncle who worked just now.

"I've been waiting for a long time, how about the game "Wuxia"?" The manager asked with a grin.

"Great." Mo Chonggan hugged the helmet in satisfaction.

The manager glanced at the migrant worker, and then at Mo Chonggan: "Then, the free time for you is up," he said, looking at the Fiyta on his wrist, "To be precise, it's been over an hour and a half." .”

"We knocked on the door just now, but you didn't open it," said the migrant worker.

Mo Chonggan recalled that in the game, the vision and hearing of the outside world were blocked, but the senses of smell and touch were still normal.His eyes fell on the cushion he was leaning on again. There were wires connected to the cushion, which was actually a vibrating massage cushion.

They could obviously use that to urge me to go offline.As Mo Chonggan thought about it, doubts arose in his heart.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal," said the manager, "just let me give him an extra hour and a half. Then, this helmet is yours for only 1 yuan. You can enjoy the third generation at home anytime." The VR game "Wuxia", what payment method should I use?"

Mo Chonggan's eyes turned cold. It seemed that he thought that the manager would give this helmet to him because he was completely self-indulgent.

"Oh, manager, I'm the boy who helped you catch the thief and recover your losses this afternoon."

"Yes, thank you very much, so I gave you free hours and the most luxurious private room in the clubhouse." The manager still said with a smile.

"Can I say that I don't like it at all?" Mo Chonggan replied coldly.

"What?" The manager kept smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I don't ask for anything in return, but my family is short of money. Therefore, even according to the city's reward system, I can still get [-]% of the amount stolen by the thief." Mo Chonggan turned to the migrant worker, "Uncle, tell me , how much did I get back?”

"Three...thousand yuan." The migrant worker stared at the manager's warning eyes, and changed his words.

Mo Chonggan had seen his father pay off his debts, so he was very precise about the amount of cash in the stack. The number reported by the migrant worker was 90.00% deducted.

Probably because he knew that there was no point in entanglement, the manager put away his smile and said to Mo Chonggan: "The helmet only costs 1999 yuan, you really don't need it? Then how do you play games?"

"Stop playing."

"It's a pity to practice the number just now."

"One garbage number."

Manager Niulang stared at Mo Chonggan's eyes for a long time, and confirmed the matter. The male high school student in front of him was indeed a poor ghost.Although based on his worldview and values, the probability of such a poor man picking up money and not being ignorant is zero, but if this person is poor and stubborn, that's another story.

"Well, it seems that you really don't need the helmet anymore," the manager stood up coquettishly and held the rose to the tip of his nose. "The overtime fee for one and a half hours is 1 yuan in total."

Mo Chonggan couldn't even get 45 yuan, and even if he could, he wouldn't give it.He took out his mobile phone: "In this case, we can only let the police mediate."

"That's fine, I don't care, even the first three hours are counted, one thousand three hundred and five, you can tell the owner of the club here." The manager of the cowherd turned his back to Mo Chonggan, and walked out ostentatiously. Room.

Only then did Mo Chonggan wake up.The private rooms in the clubhouse here are not the same as the game hall next door, but the clubhouse and the game hall should have some agreements for renting out private rooms at low prices for VR game players.If the manager of the game hall doesn't care about it, the owner of the clubhouse over there will turn his face, and he will have to pay the full rent for playing here just now.

After all, the student party still can't figure out people who have been mixed up in society.

Continuing to fight is not hopeless, but even if the police come to mediate, Mo Chonggan probably will have to vomit a little bit, and it is too late to go home, if I let my family know about my playing games...

"Understood," Mo Chonggan raised his voice, "Four hundred and five, I'll pay you back from a part-time job."

"Bingo, it's such a happy decision," the Cowherd manager tore off a rose petal and said, "Let's start working."

Mo Chongqian remembered that there was a recruitment notice at the entrance of the game hall.It seems that this is what the manager has planned for a long time.

Although I knew that the manager couldn't be trusted, I didn't expect it to be so dirty.Just a scheming bitch.

Sure enough, don't trust others, only trust your own judgment.Don't think about it.

During the tug-of-war between Mo Chonggan and the manager, the migrant worker seemed to have a guilty conscience and kept bowing his head to Mo Chonggan.

9:[-] p.m.Mo Chonggan picked up the cobwebs in the corner with a broom.

"Come here." The migrant worker said from the front desk.

Mo Chonggan walked forward without saying a word, staring coldly at the migrant worker, who quickly removed a VR helmet from the shelf and gave it to Mo Chonggan.

"Let me borrow this helmet and take it home for fun," the migrant worker sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Uncle, since you know I'm sorry, open the cabinet and give me the bundle of money."

"Don't be kidding," the migrant worker smiled wryly, "I borrowed this helmet from you already behind my manager's back."

"Let me be serious, you are so useless that you are still working in this kind of place at this age."

"Hey……"

Mo Chonggan threw away the broom, put on his schoolbag and picked up his helmet: "I'm out of the way."

"Go online when I get back, and I'll give you all the stuff on my junk account!" the migrant worker shouted at his back.

The last bus finally caught up.

Mo Chonggan went to his new home according to the address in the message.The sender of the message is "Damn Daddy".

But the helmet can't let the goddamn daddy see it.Mo Chonggan was outside the courtyard wall of the community, put his schoolbag by his feet, stuffed his helmet into it forcefully, accidentally fell on the bush, and many leaves fell into the bag.

sixth floor.No elevator.

Climbing is not difficult.

The door of the room opened, and a middle-aged man in a shirt was sitting and working at the coffee table in the hall, with a laptop in front of him.The front half of this man's forehead is shiny, and he is bald in his prime. If the hair at the back were lengthened and braided, he would look like an old scholar in the scholarly world.His appearance also reminds people of the old stubborn dean of politics and education that no one likes in any middle school.

Although Mo Chongqian knew that this damn old man was not like this when he was young, but he is like this now.

"I'm back, I've eaten." Mo Chonggan went into the house to change his slippers.

Father Mo just turned his face to look at him, and pointed at the laptop again like flying fingers: "I'm going to finish writing this framework for the client tonight. What should you do?"

"So I can turn on the computer and play games."

Father Mo narrowed his eyes: "Son, read to me."

"Suck--"

"Playing games is a dead end." ×2.

Next to the teacup on the table, a small flying insect lost its footing and slipped into the water.Father Mo didn't notice at all, picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Dad, what I want to play is a VR game."

puff--

Father Mo sprayed out the tea together with the unlucky and lucky bug.

"The third generation, "Wuxia"." Mo Chong added dryly.

"Absolutely not!" The wrinkles on Mo's forehead tightened.

"There is a bonus of 50 yuan, I believe I can get it with my ability."

"Don't touch any games! Study hard and live well!"

"If it's 50, the principal can be repaid. Dad is so tired at work, so he just keeps paying the interest."

"Go inside and study!"

"Don't go."

"Go in!"

"I can't get in," Mo Chonggan unloaded his schoolbag and shrugged, "There is no room inside, isn't this house just a single room?"

"...I'll move to a wider new home when I get back." Father Mo shook his head, as if he was telling himself.

Mo Chonggan no longer provoked him, and covered his schoolbag with his body to take the textbook from under the helmet to complete his homework.

After three hours like this, Mo Chonggan lay down on the spot after a simple wash.Soon, Father Mo also turned off his laptop. There was no Internet at home, so he needed to go to an Internet cafe to send his work results.

Hearing his father's footsteps leaving, Mo Chonggan used his mobile phone as a router to connect to the VR helmet and log in to the game.

He appeared in the Yanmenguan scene before going offline, but he didn't see any mail, and naturally he didn't have the so-called junk equipment and props from the migrant uncle.

I really have a brain pumping to believe people.Don't think about it.

There is no loot in the scene in front of me. I don't know if someone picked it up or the dungeon has been active for too long, and the system automatically deleted it.Mo Chonggan sighed, put a price on the purple dress and threw it into the trading field, and quickly logged off.If you stay for a long time, even if you don't get caught by your father, the mobile Internet package will not be able to support it.

midnight.Mo Chonggan was woken up by the notification sound.He flipped through the content of the information in a daze.Sender: 100XX
Still in arrears.Hehehe.

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