Interstellar boy Qin's lost track of the golden tower

Yan Suiliang decided to stay here, so the group of them would not have to stay in the airport waiting room. Yan Zhizi found a local guide and found a big hotel to live in.

It's just strange that they are big customers who have brought in a lot of money, but the people in the hotel look trembling. The front desk who serves them and the waiters who lead the way try to avoid their eyes, as if they are What a vicious person.

Mingming asked them kindly at first if they were going on a business trip as a group, but after Yan Zhizi replied that he was going out to protect the Patriarch, Qiqi's expression changed.

The front desk person in charge of check-in also said something inexplicable, "We only provide basic accommodation and catering services here, and no other services."

What's the meaning?Does it mean that there are no bars, swimming and fitness in the hotel?That is too backward and simple.

Yan Zhizi replied blankly, turned around and handed out a lot of house numbers, and told the attendants to go to rest by themselves.

They don't care if it's a temporary stay anyway, but the local people can tolerate such a low-end service in a big hotel to survive, and they really have low requirements.

Yan Suiliang glanced at him, and went upstairs with two guards.

Yan Zhizi understood what the boss meant, it was the look in his eyes telling him to book a hotel quickly and make an itinerary with Kunta.

But how did he know where the best restaurant is here? He wanted to ask the front desk, but who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, there would be no one in front of him?

What a strange hotel!Weird waiter!

Yan Zhizi wandered around the empty hotel lobby twice, found a sofa to sit down helplessly, and dialed Kunta's phone directly.

Anyway, the young man said that he is very familiar with this place, so it would be better to ask the young man to choose a hotel directly.

If you want to thank someone, the other person's preferences are the most important thing, right?

In the hotel room, Yan Suiliang sent the two guards down to rest, and sat on the small sofa in the bedroom, put on a mask, turned on the voice changer, and was talking to the person on the other side of the video.

"Mr. Jin, this is your customized statue, Winged Boy, take a look, is there anything that needs improvement?"

In the opposite video, a messy man with the appearance of a craftsman lifted a huge curtain, and a lifelike Kunta appeared in front of his eyes.

Yan Suiliang followed the camera of the video and carefully sized up the boy. They were almost identical, but the sculpture was a sculpture after all. No matter how similar they were, the agility in the eyes could not be created by a machine.

Yan Suiliang felt a little regretful, and told him to make the statue with its eyes closed.

It's just that things happened suddenly now, and there is not much time left for him, and there is no room for change.

The person at the other end of the video continued, "The appearance is all according to your requirements, using 3D printing, just to make a one-to-one perfect copy, but Mr. Jin, the pair of wings you mentioned are too heavy due to their large size. It is impossible to maintain balance in a standing posture when it is installed, so we are thinking about whether to use hollow materials and cancel the filling of internal skeletal muscles.”

The person opposite stroked the huge white wings on the chopping board, and persuaded Yan Suiliang.

"Mr. Jin, after all, it's a statue. No one can see what it looks like inside. We really don't have to make it so real..." What about internal organs, nerves, and bones? The customer's request is too strange. I don't know how much time and energy they spent on the simulated sculpture inside and out!

Yan Suiliang's voice became nothing like his own, and even had a little accent from other places, "If you can't install it, just take it apart and ship it directly. I'll give you an address and send it now Can you?"

The other end was startled, and then said happily, "Of course, you can send the coordinates to my brain, we will pack it now, and you will receive the goods in about an hour!"

Yan Suiliang nodded, "Thank you!"

Thank you for duplicating such a perfect boy for me at the last moment of my life.

Yan Suiliang hung up the video call, took off the mask and voice changer, picked up the communicator next to the bed, and opened the service call, "Hello, I am a guest staying today, I have an interstellar express, can I use it? Is your courier address?"

A trembling voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Yan Suiliang from the top floor? What is the item you want to mail?"

Yan Suiliang was suspicious, but still politely said, "They are two sculptures, made of common interstellar materials. The largest one is two meters long, one and a half meters wide and half a meter high, and the smaller one is a cylinder. The diameter is about one meter, the height is two meters, and the weight is below the standard value. Both parties of the courier are anonymous, and the tracking number is 635..."

He read it slowly according to the packaging data sent to him by the other party.

When the other end of the phone heard the word "anonymous", he seemed to take a deep breath, but still said cautiously, "Yes, our courier address is on the memo on the bedside table in the bedroom, wait After the courier arrives, what should we do with it? Yes?"

Yan Suiliang said, "Please send it to my room, thank you."

"Oh, okay, you're welcome, goodbye." The phone was hung up quickly.

Yan Suiliang was also a little surprised, since he became the head of the family, he has never encountered such a situation where he seems to be hated by others.

It's just that he didn't have time to take care of these, Yan Suiliang leaned on the sofa, carefully thought about the plan he came up with in a hurry, thought about where there were loopholes that would be discovered by others, and deduced it over and over again.

Until Yan Zhizi knocked on the door and walked in.

Yan Suiliang stopped the rigid thinking in his mind, raised his head, and looked at him calmly.

What Yan Zhizi was most afraid of was the eyes of his owner, he quickly smiled and said, "The restaurant is booked, and Kunta also agreed, but he said that the restaurant will have a local dish every night at midnight, the most delicious Tasting value, so set the time for 11:30pm..."

"He said?" Yan Suiliang frowned.

Yan Zhizi hurriedly explained, "I don't think so, I want Kunta to like it..."

After Yan Suiliang heard this, a smile appeared on his lips, "You're right, if he wants to like it himself, fine, then tomorrow night..."

Yan Zhizi hurriedly interrupted, "Patriarch, it's not tomorrow night, it's tonight!"

Yan Suiliang's indifferent eyes drifted over again, Yan Zhizi restrained his urge to wipe his sweat, and said in a steady voice, "Kunta said, he booked the spaceship at [-] o'clock in the morning tomorrow morning, otherwise there will be fewer flights here We will have to wait until next month..."

Yan Suiliang was silent for a while, then nodded, "Let's do it tonight." After a pause, he said again, "Xiao Kun, have you booked your next employer yet?"

Yan Zhizi said, "Then I didn't ask in detail, Patriarch, if you want to know, just ask in the evening, so that you can..." Find something to talk about...

Yan Suiliang sighed and rubbed his temples, "I have two express packages later, you wait here for a while, when you arrive, just push them in and leave me a set of disassembly tools."

Yan Zhizi didn't ask any further questions, and replied yes, seeing that Yan Suiliang had nothing to say, he left the bedroom and waited for his master to receive the courier in the small living room of the suite.

The courier arrived on time, Yan Suiliang unpacked the package in the bedroom, then gently hugged the sculpture and placed it on the bed, face down, and put the wings on it.

Then he looked at the dull gray statue, took off his gloves, and put his hands on them.

In the process of turning into gold, the two originally independent parts were tightly fused together.

Yan Suiliang shook his wings lightly, and increased his strength a bit.

The wings did not fall.

He bent down and looked at the place where the back and wings merged.

One piece, no gaps, no blemishes.

He was relieved, turned on his brain, and issued an instruction, "Do it."

The person who received the message was wearing heavy protective clothing, and gently broke off the tail of a Rupert's tear beside him.

The sudden explosion spread along the tail to the front, and the huge and strong special glass was instantly shattered, and the howling seawater poured in along the crack, submerging the underwater studio.

No one survived.

Including the one who did it.

He thought that the protective clothing could protect him, but the moment he encountered the instantaneous impact of sea water, he passed out and fell asleep on the bottom of the sea, never waking up again.

Yan Suiliang, who probably knew nothing about all of this, packed up the messy packing bags, support columns and protective layers, and stuffed them all into the garbage disposer in the bedroom.

He was very patient, sitting there on his knees, tearing everything into small pieces, stuffing them in slowly and little by little, listening to the winch under the trash can breaking these things little by little.

They are probably the last things left in this interstellar space that those craftsmen sent out to the bottom of the sea.

After tidying up the house, Yan Suiliang went to the living room and asked Yan Zhizi to get a packer, then took the materials and packed the golden statue with great effort.

After taking a shower, Yan Suiliang, who felt severely exhausted, sat on the sofa in the living room to rest tiredly, and told Yan Zhizi, "You don't have to go with me tonight, I'll ask someone to follow me."

He looked down at the time and said, "At two o'clock in the evening, help me post the package on the bed in the bedroom. The weight is a bit overweight, but it must be delivered by interstellar express, with the highest insurance. Oh, tell other people not to enter the bedroom. When I'm gone, I'll put people here to look after it, and you can watch it here yourself."

Yan Zhizi was suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask. Seeing Yan Suiliang's drowsy look, he whispered, "Patriarch, do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

Before there was enough time, Yan Suiliang nodded, grabbed the blanket and wrapped it up, then lay on the sofa carelessly and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Zhizi was thinking about the package, why the head of the house gave up the bed, he walked over lightly, pushed open the half-covered door of the bedroom and took a look.

On the wide double bed was a tightly wrapped express box in the shape of a cross.