Interstellar boy Qin's lost track of the golden tower

The Ji family's spaceship column has other missions, it will not fly directly to the fixed disk star, and the security alliance must rush to the fixed disk star as soon as possible, check the terrain, deploy manpower, dispatch materials, and assign tasks. Before the energy supplier arrived, Kunta arrived at the destination earlier than Ji Pingnan.

When the five spaceships of the Security Alliance slowly landed at the Beishan City Airport of the Yan family, it was the early morning, the stars were hidden, and the sun had not yet risen. It was the darkest hour of the day.

Kunta stood by the porthole, looked down at the brightly lit airport outside silently, and the connecting ground service shuttled like a stream, busy in an orderly manner on the ground covered with various golden landmarks.

If he read correctly, those landmarks are all paved with gold.

Gold is soft and not suitable for paving roads as landmarks, but the Yan family forcefully laid gold on every corner of the port that landed spaceships can see.

What a luxury.

Relying on the golden fingers, the Yan family created gold out of thin air, then yanked the noble elements born in the stars from the supreme throne, threw them into the dust, and trampled on them wantonly. A handful of black soil, a handful of real sand.

Violence is nothing more than that.

If gold had spirits, it would probably cry too.

The young man stood on the hanging ladder, wearing a light blue linen veiled gown. When the night wind blew, the sleeves of his clothes fluttered, revealing the water pants of the same texture and color underneath. He looked extremely thin, and he was almost about to ride the wind and leave. The person who came to greet him under the spaceship was stunned: such a thin person, to be the bodyguard of their Patriarch?Who is protecting whom?

The night was hazy, and it was not until Kunta walked in front of him that Yan Xuliang could see the young man's exquisite appearance clearly through the light of the airport. Look again, "Mr. Kun, I am Yan Xuliang sent by the head of the family to pick you up. Have you read my profile? Please follow me."

Kunta clenched his fists, "Thank you."

Yan Xuliang said respectfully, "Don't dare, we have already put Mr. Kun's suitcase in the car, why don't you check it first, is there any mistakes or omissions?"

Kunta shook his head, his voice was still very soft, "No need, it's nothing important, a box of clothes and toiletries, you can't go wrong. Let's go." After entering the star field where the fixed disk star is located, he transferred to the security alliance's supplies On the ship, he was the only one to get off this spaceship at the moment, with only one piece of luggage.

Yan Xuliang felt relieved, and said that although he looks like a glazed doll, this one is easy to serve, so he didn't say much, and led Kunta to the hover car parked next to him.

Before getting into the car, Wu Er stepped on the hoverboard and flew over from a distance, "Kunta!" He shouted eagerly, his face covered with sweat.

Kunta stood still, and a little smile appeared on his expressionless face just now, "Why are you here, isn't it just a busy time?"

Wu Er handed him a small suitcase and wiped off his sweat, "Pei Xiangdi got something and delivered it when it landed. This is your share. I'm leaving. I can't take care of you recently. Be careful." Son, call if you have something to do." He knocked on the suitcase, turned around and left, there were more than 200 people waiting for him to lead the team to transfer, and they couldn't leave for too long.

Kunta held the box in his hand and weighed it. It was very light and silent, and he didn't open it. He bent down and got on the hover car, sat down quietly, and put the box at his feet.

Yan Xuliang, who had been waiting quietly, also got into the car, the car started, and it left the airport and drove towards the central city at high speed.

With the window closed, the car became more and more silent, even the sound of breathing was inaudible. If it wasn't for the person sitting beside him, Yan Xuliang would have thought he was returning by car alone, so he couldn't help but said, " Mr. Kun, it takes about 10 minutes to reach the Golden Tower in the central city, so you can take a nap."

Kunta raised his wrist and looked at Zhinao. It is now Pingdan time, showing 49:[-] a.m. local time, and the sunrise time today is [-]:[-] a.m. He said politely, "Thank you, please call me at sunrise .” Then he closed his eyes.

It is said that in the summer under the Golden Pagoda, there will be a colorful sky at sunrise, which is a beautiful scenery that cannot be seen elsewhere, and Kunta does not want to miss it.

Yan Xuliang didn't say anything, he regretted making this suggestion, because Mr. Kun's complexion is porcelain white, his lips are extremely light, and he can't hear the sound of breathing. After closing his eyes, he looks more and more like a delicate doll... Him, he is even more nervous!

This Mr. Kun, isn't it really a beautiful intelligent humanoid robot produced by some company?

His heart was beating too loudly, his gaze swept back and forth brightly like a searchlight, and he frequently took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat. He closed his eyes and rested his mind, Kunta was very puzzled when he heard the rustling sounds, he had no murderous intent at all now. Spilling, how could it cause such a great pressure on this Yan Xuliang?

The dawn came slowly, and when Kunta felt that the light passing through his eyelids was getting dimmer, Yan Xuliang called out in a low voice, "Mr. Kun, the street lights on the street have been turned off, and the sun will soon rise. Do you want to watch the sun from the side of the road?" out?"

Kunta opened his eyes, and his voice was as soft as ever, "Is it okay? We are not in a hurry to go to Central City?" He originally planned to just take a look through the car window.

Yan Xuliang stopped the car slowly, and said with a smile, "There is no hurry, our master said that before you start working, you must make you feel at home in the fixed disk star!" He wanted to say a few more words to brighten the atmosphere , but inexplicably swallowed the words back.

The young man is so good-looking, he is afraid that his words will be lost, and he will lose face in front of him...

The car had stopped steadily in an open space on the side of the road, and Kunta thanked him again, lifted his robe and got out of the car.

When the car door was opened, Kunta's foot stuck out, and what he was stepping on under his toe was a gold brick. He thought to himself, it seems that what he needs to adapt to as soon as possible is not the hot midsummer of the fixed star, but this nowhere. Absent gold.

This is a roadside garden. The green plants are planted with lush, tender yellow flowers with many petals. The path paved with gold spreads to the deeper part of the flower garden. A boy in a sackcloth tulle gown stands at the edge of the dewy garden , Facing the faint morning light, I looked towards the east.

The star belonging to the fixed disk star is called the Great Solar Sun. It slowly and little by little breaks free from the shackles of the horizon and appears in the eastern sky, instantly covering the sky with a layer of gorgeous colors.

Natural, uninhibited, and freewheeling, Da Lieyang is the most casual and richest painter. It uses the sky as a canvas to scatter all kinds of colors arbitrarily, and draws beautiful paintings that cannot be copied by human beings.

Yan Xuliang, who was standing behind the boy, quietly wiped away his tears. No matter how many times he has seen it, the sunrise of the fixed star is always so shocking.

He really loves the sunrise in Central City!

Kunta was very helpless, the little secretary Yan Suiliang sent to pick him up was too emotional and exposed...

He sighed, Patriarch of the Yan family, is this showing kindness to himself?That's...a weird way to do it.

After watching the sunrise, the two got back into the car. The sky was getting brighter and they were about to reach their destination. Kunta didn't pretend to be asleep anymore. He asked, "How long has Mr. Yan been in Central City?"

Yan Xuliang hurriedly said, "If you can't afford it, only the head of my family can be called Mr. Yan. Mr. Kun can call me Xiao Xu! I have been in the central city for more than 200 years, and I am quite familiar with it. Mr. Kun will be here in the future. Central City can come to me for anything.”

"Xiao Xu?" Kunta repeated these two words on his lips, "Is it called so to avoid Patriarch Yan's name?"

Yan Xuliang's face was already too red, and the well-dressed young man showed embarrassment for the first time, "Yes, after I came to the owner, I was going to change my name, but the owner is good, he said I am a good name. Use it well, don’t tell me to change it!”

Yan Xuliang's eyes were full of admiration and admiration for his Patriarch.

Kunta had a friendly smile on his face, but his heart was heavy.

He remembered a book he had read when he was on Earth.

The title of the book is "The Dictator's Servant".

A loyal, kind, upright, young and handsome soldier, because of his good conduct, he became a servant of a great man. He was very favored, and he was not bullied and excluded. The people around the monarch were very kind and friendly to him, so his The pure character is preserved, more faithful than before, more kind and upright.

The shadow of the protagonist in that book kept overlapping with Yan Xuliang in front of him, Kunta blinked and looked away.

So, what is the difference between Yan Suiliang and that tyrant?

Soon, the boy who entered the Golden Tower knew the first difference.

The tyrant in the book is very old, full of hair, even his beard is grey, wrinkled, thin, a little hunchbacked, no longer the glory of the past.

But Yan Suiliang, the mysterious patriarch of the Yan family, is in his prime, tall and straight, Kunta weighed his age in his heart, on earth, he is probably in his 30s or [-]s, with a square forehead and a wide forehead. Yi, handsome, but if he is good-looking, it is better to say that he is a very imposing person.

Obviously, the owner of the Yan family did not come out to meet his new bodyguard. He was wearing a sports headband on his head, knee pads on his knees, running shoes on his feet, and a white towel wrapped around his wrist. Warm up exercise on a yoga mat.

When Kunta was led into the Golden Tower, the surprise in his heart had not subsided. The closer he got to the central city, the less gold he could see. Until he got off the car in front of the Golden Tower, what Kunta saw was, It is a neat square paved with red bricks.

Just the normal red brick.

Red bricks sell for fifty cents a piece on earth.

He originally thought that under the Golden Pagoda, there would be all gold bricks on the ground.

This Patriarch Yan really exceeded Kunta's expectations in every way.

Seeing Kunta looking at the red bricks under his feet, Yan Xuliang couldn't help explaining, "These red bricks are all imported from alien planets to Dingpanxing, we don't produce them locally, the price is very expensive, and it takes a lot of effort to clean and maintain every day. "

Kunta suddenly realized that he couldn't help but want to pat himself on the head. He had read Mr. Lu Xun's article for nothing.

The author has something to say: Yan Suiliang: Hurry up, I've kept this bent over posture for a long time, turn the camera around!I'm going to stand up and speak my lines!

The author who broke the chapter silently pretended not to hear.

Mr. Lu Xun said, probably the rare is the most expensive thing.When the cabbage from Beijing is transported to Zhejiang, the roots of the cabbage are tied with red strings and hung upside down in the fruit shop, respected as "jiaocai"......

Red bricks, which were super cheap on Earth back then, are much more valuable than gold bricks of the same size when they arrive on Dingpanxing.

I want to go to Dingpanxing to be a red brick dealer~

感谢在2020-04-1622:17:15~2020-04-1723:05:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 29 bottles of Yumu Fuso;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!