I heard that the Imperial Marshal wants to raise me

Six o'clock in the morning.

Sai Ling drowsily washed his face with cold water to wake himself up, hurriedly changed into clean clothes, and pushed open the table against the door with his backpack on his back. When he hurriedly opened the door and took the first step, he was kicked The soft thing suddenly tripped and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Sai Ling sat up in a hurry, rubbed his bumped elbow, and hugged the black and white cat, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot about you, I'm going to work."

The cat looked at Seling with moist eyes and meowed.

Sai Ling thought for a while, took out a bag of bread from his backpack, tore open half of it and put it on the ground, bent over and rubbed his knees, "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, I didn't have time to look back, and ran out in a hurry.

The sober air filled his chest, Sailing ate the bread while picking up the speed and rushed to work.

The empty Black Spider District does not have the hustle and bustle of late night, and it looks a bit deserted and desolate under the bright and clear sunlight.

After all, prostitutes and bars are closed during the day.

Sai Ling took a deep breath and looked at the flying ships criss-crossing in mid-air, and the light blue sky. The bright stars gradually faded on the other side of the sun, and finally disappeared into the hazy mist.

On the other side of the Milky Way, it is also daytime.

Sailing lowered the corners of his lips, grabbed the backpack strap and strode away.

The mech cleaning shop opens at eight in the morning, and Sailing needs to arrive an hour in advance to clean up the cleaning shop before opening for business.

After finally cleaning up the store and putting the information of the guests who made an appointment for the evening at the door of each cleaning room, so that the clerk can see the work content of the day as soon as they come in, Sai Ling ran to the road while the boss went to the toilet Buy milk in front of the vending robot next door.

After using the toilet, Feige swayed out and leaned against the door with a cigarette butt in his mouth, and yelled loudly, "Sai Ling, come back, what are you doing if you don't work hard!"

Sai Ling, who was sitting on the roadside steps, stood up immediately with a jerk, ran across the road, said sorry and passed Feige.

"You look so bad, why did you go there last night?" Feige laughed nervously, "Did you use the birthday present I gave you? Let me just say, it's all men, so you have to use it often, otherwise it's easy Just with the marshal—”

"Boss!" Sai Ling hurriedly interrupted him, and asked hesitantly, "Can I... can I receive next month's salary first?"

It was only when he stood in front of the sales robot that he realized that his terminal was out of money.

Last night...all the money was taken.

Was it robbery? It was because he was weak and incompetent, and he couldn't even protect that pitifully small amount of money.

Feige squinted at him and shook his head, "No, if I give you next month's salary and you run away, where can I find someone? Sailing, work honestly, I won't treat you badly, but well, advance payment Absolutely not."

Sai Ling pursed his lips, he had already thought of it.People who live here can be dead, but they must not be without money. Without money, it is more painful than death. No one will care about you. They will watch you starve to death indifferently, or commit rape|violence when you have no strength to resist .

But money is easy to earn in the Black Spider District, regardless of gender, as long as you are willing to lie down and spread your legs - disgusting drunks, rough men, many people will throw money at you.

Sailing trembled slightly, pressed his hungry stomach, smiled weakly at Feige, bent down and took the rag and walked into the store.

The mecha cleaning shop is located at the junction of the bustling area and the red light district. On one side are row upon row of high-rise buildings. The silver aircraft slowly flies through the bright and clean skylights, while on the other side is a dark place full of lust | lust, gambling and drugs.

Sai Ling likes to sit on the side of the cleaning shop and look across a straight road. It's just that the place where you live is different, the level is different, and the blood flowing in the body is different.

Is his blood black or is it dirty? Sai Ling stared blankly at the long balloon banners floating in the sky. The man's stern face seemed to be looking down at the ants-like crowd of the Saint Lance Empire. He was noble and proud and could not be touched .

The parade against the Marshal's marriage with the Schuster family | Demonstration aircraft painted in eye-catching colors flew across the sky one after another, the sun exuded a warm fragrance, and countless silver cards fluttered down from the sky in a yellowish halo.

Seling picked up a piece of thin tinfoil paper, which shone silver under the sun. There was only a pair of black and white microcodes on the paper, with a few elegant small characters written in the center—I hate Marshal Hammer’s Ten reasons to decrypt!

Sai Ling swiped with the terminal on his wrist and entered a silver-based interstellar website.

The navigation of the website is: Marshal Hammer's profile, achievements, peripherals, same style, dynamics, and spouse questionnaire.

Seling sat on the roadside steps, with his chin on his knees. From the first point of view, there are probably few people who do not know the life of Lothian Hammer. The text is accompanied by many photos, and Seling smoothly Saved a photo of the Marshal.He glanced quickly, and his eyes caught on to a large paragraph of red words added by the author at the end.

That paragraph was eloquently written for a long time, and its main meaning is that Marshal Hammer was born in a military family, entered the Imperial School at the age of 16, and joined the army after completing five years of courses. Then the font suddenly enlarged, and the golden red was shining brightly. ——To sum up, until the age of 35, Marshal had never been in love! !Never said anything about the future spouse! !So what are you waiting for!Anyone has a chance to covet the Marshal! ! !

In the navigation on the website, the two categories of the same style around are mainly for the sale of the same style of Marshal’s dress in public, the crystal cup used by the Marshal, the same pattern of flower-shaped floor tiles that he has stood on, etc. Everything is in Hammer Anything that appeared around the marshal, Seling stared at the price dumbfounded, and counted back and forth several times for a long string of zeros.

Sailing clicked into the column of the spouse questionnaire. There were hundreds of quizzes and answers about Hammer on the website, and the title of the first set of the hottest test paper was "Three Questions about Schuster, How Much Can You Get With These Questions?" point? "

Sai Ling hesitated and chose the easiest one, and he was stumped by the first question.

Q: Please tell me the last time when Marshal Hammer appeared in the public eye?

a.A month ago. b. Three months ago. c. Half a year ago. d. Does Marshal know that he hasn't appeared for a long time?

Sai Ling scratched his chin with his fingers. The fourth option, um, is a bit out of style. It shouldn't be. How could the marshal not know how long he hadn't appeared.

He thought about it, and chose A, because the streets were full of photos of the Marshal, and Seling always felt that the Marshal appeared in his life all the time.

A bright red 'x' appeared on the title, and a dialog box popped up with the words - oops!Dear, the first course is wrong, sign up for Marshal Qianqianwen training class now, [-]% discount for a limited time!

Seling, "..."

He was about to read on, when he suddenly heard someone yelling.

"Mom, look, it's the marshal!"

Sailing turned his head, and Feige slapped him on the back of the head, "Sailing, are you lazy again?" Then he immediately turned his head with a smile, "Hi, you are Mrs. Hans who made an appointment this morning, right? Come on, we've already prepared the cleaning room for you—Seling, come in and pour water!"

Sai Ling turned off the terminal and ran into the cleaning shop, helping to support the toy mecha that was almost as tall as him, and heard the boy pointing outside excitedly, "I want to draw the appearance of a marshal on my mecha, look, mom I want this picture!"

In order to increase the frequent visits of customers, Feige’s mecha cleaning shop provides many services. One of the services is that customers can draw or engrave their own patterns on the mecha. It is this unique service mecha. Cleaning shops are in business for a long time.

The raw materials and tools for painting on the mecha are Feige’s secret. His paints are waterproof and sun-proof, and they don’t fade. When you need to change the pattern again, you need the special potion for cleaning the paint in the store to wash it off. .

Therefore, every cleaning clerk in the store not only needs professional skills but also has to learn painting, or be able to have the skills of exquisite painting after a few months of training.

Therefore, the selection of Feige's mech cleaners is extremely strict, and not everyone can be hired.This is also an important reason why Feige absolutely does not allow Sailing to touch the mecha.

Sai Ling has no schooling, no knowledge, no culture, no skills, if he breaks the mech, it will be a blow to Feige's brand.

Sai Ling silently watched the interaction between the boy and his mother, envy flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, you can pick up the mecha in three days, thank you very much for coming next time." Feige sent people away with a smile, turned around and stretched his legs on the table, pinching the photo in his hand, "Tsk tsk, again It’s Marshal, I really don’t know what to draw on it, look at it, cut—”

Feige threw the photo in front of Seling, "Go and take the things into Cleaning Room No. [-]. Remember, if you break the mech, I want you to look good."

Sai Ling bent down to pick up the wrinkled photo, because it was too wrinkled, the handsome face of the man looked a little distorted, Sai Ling stretched the photo in his hands, and looked at Lothian Hammer's cold and tight lips because Wrinkled and slightly raised to reveal a smile, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

After eating lunch, Qiao Yan greeted everyone in the military building one by one, and walked into the spacious and bright office on the highest floor.

His arrival suddenly relieved the tense and frozen atmosphere. Qiao Yan said gently, "Lunch has been served, Marshal. The meeting can be postponed for an hour. Please eat first."

Everyone in the office rubbed his shoulders and left, especially the last old man who passed him with a cane and snorted coldly. Qiao Yan still maintained his iconic smile.

"Mr. Schuster, the food in the military department is not good enough. Please forgive me. You can ask me for any comments after you use it. I will definitely ask them to improve. But you also know that the military department has limited funds." Qiao Yan seemed to remember something, and he said, "Mr. Schuster, the marshal will become a family with you in the future, and you will also find a way to solve the food for the military department. Are you right?"

The beard on the lips of the manly old man called Shuster trembled slightly. He turned around and looked at Lothian, who was sitting at the conference table and ignored their conversation, with a distorted smile, "Marshal, the old man only has one son , I am flattered by your marriage, but, as a father, I will not force Hall's lifelong happiness!"

Lothian raised his head, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he said lightly, "He agreed to my marriage proposal in the name of the Schuster family."

Shuster was startled, "But Hall left!"

Lothian stood up, with a slender figure that could not be rejected, he walked slowly in front of Shuster, "My marriage does not allow anyone to repent." After speaking, he strode out of the office.

Qiao Yan smiled and took Lothian's cloak to follow, turned his head and did not forget to add, "Mr. Schuster, if you leave, please help me close the office door, thank you."

Behind him, Shuster poked the ground angrily with his cane, grinned grinningly, and mocked, "Then I wish the marshal a happy marriage!"