Chapter 73 Corner
Ding ding!
Yang Ming opened his eyes drowsily and looked at the watch beside his pillow in the morning light.
A three-dimensional projection automatically popped up on the dial, unfolding the letter from Miss Windsor.
'Good morning, Ming, how did you sleep last night?'
Yang Ming rubbed the corners of his eyes and turned his hoarse voice into words.
'Not bad. Did you have any trouble yesterday?'
After he replied to the message, he was about to go back to sleep for a while, but the other party had already replied quickly.
"Does the trouble mean that my father scolded me? Actually, it's not bad. He is relatively open-minded. He just told me to pay more attention to safety because it's a chaotic situation outside. It is said that there are many spies from the New Federation who are engaged in sabotage activities."
Lu poked his head out of the chat box and waved to Yang Ming secretly, like a thief.
"Boss, I can turn on Miss Windsor's camera. There's a surprise!"
Yang Ming frowned and said, "It's an invasion of privacy... Come and take a look."
A small box appeared next to the chat box.
Windsor appeared in the frame with dark circles under her eyes. Her face without makeup had a few more flaws, but her facial features were still beautiful and charming.
The surprise refers to Windsor’s photo without makeup?
That's pretty good.
Yang Ming turned off the cheating device contentedly, continued chatting with Windsor, and quickly recovered his spirits.
After a while, Windsor took the initiative to extend an invitation.
'Ming, can we go shopping tonight? A friend of mine is sick and I want to go visit him. If I go alone, my father will arrange bodyguards for me, which will be too conspicuous. I have convinced my father that if you accompany me, he will let the bodyguards stay away from us. Well, we didn't quarrel. '
Yang Ming thought for a moment and said, "Is it okay at noon? I have to go to the palace on duty in the afternoon."
"Okay! However, the environment where we are going may not be very good, so you should be mentally prepared."
Yang Ming smiled.
Bad environment?
How bad can the capital of the mighty Luofeng Empire be?
When he graduated on Earth and was looking for a job, he had lived in a shared bungalow in a village in the city, and next door was a hair salon that made strange noises at night.
However, what Yang Ming didn't expect was;
In a sense, the place they were going to next was not as good as the urban village where he had lived.
…
A little after nine in the morning.
Yang Ming and Windsor met successfully in the square of a large shopping mall.
Windsor still dressed very carefully today.
She changed into a turtleneck sweater paired with tight jeans and riding boots. Her tall and slender figure attracted many passers-by to secretly take photos.
When Windsor spotted Yang Ming, she immediately laughed happily, and as if she had rehearsed it many times, she stepped forward and took Yang Ming's arm.
"Thank you for coming with me."
"Of course I should," Yang Ming said with a smile, "You really don't need me to drive?"
"The shape of your car is too exaggerated. It has been on the gossip headlines many times." Windsor smiled with narrowed eyes. "We can just take a taxi there. It's not far from here."
Yang Ming looked at the small bag hanging around her waist, which could only hold small items like cards.
"Isn't your friend sick? Don't you want to send some comfort supplies?" Yang Ming asked with concern.
Windsor shook his head gently: "Giving gifts will always bring gifts in return, and gifts in return will add extra financial burden. Friendship should be simple and direct, without caring about these minor details."
Yang Ming looked at Windsor with some surprise.
This was the first time he noticed something other than her beauty.
They took an unmanned taxi and headed towards a residential area called "The Third Happiness".
From time to time, Windsor took out an oval-shaped network access terminal from her small bag and tapped it rapidly with her manicured fingers, probably chatting with her friends.
Yang Ming looked at the scenery outside the window and thought about his plans for tonight.
The moth symbolizes that he is like a fluttering moth, flying towards the highest point of power in the Luofeng Empire.
I chose this name to remind myself, using the metaphor of "a moth flying into a flame", not to be blinded by the bubble of power.
He is here to mess with the planet.
The scenery outside the window gradually changed.
As the taxi gradually moved away from the central urban area of Yilando, the density of high-rise buildings was rapidly decreasing.
The buildings that Yang Ming could always see when he stood on the edge of the palace and looked at the city skyline revealed their old bodies that had been worn down by time for a long time at close range.
Occasionally you can see some construction sites, but the progress of the work does not seem to be going smoothly, and there is not much equipment working inside.
Below the suspended lane, there was also a somewhat congested ground road that had been in disrepair for many years. Yang Ming also saw public transportation running on the ground.
——Vehicles running on the road are more energy-efficient than hovercrafts, so the cost of travel is lower.
"Dad said that this country's economy is like the remaining blood in an old man's body. It has been almost drained by the sovereign country."
Windsor sighed softly.
Yang Ming nodded in agreement without making any comment.
The taxi finally landed in the top-floor parking lot of an old building.
Windsor spent an extra fee to keep it loaded with passengers and wait in the parking lot for their return trip.
"It's hard to get a taxi that goes straight back here," Windsor explained softly, "There are license plate restrictions between urban areas, and many license plates cannot enter the core urban area."
“It’s really crowded there.”
Yang Ming responded casually and turned his head to look in the direction of the palace.
The tall buildings concealed the palace.
It's like hiding a treasure.
"Would you mind coming to such a remote place?" Windsor asked.
Yang Ming chuckled: "Why should I mind?"
"Then come with me," Windsor responded happily, secretly observing Yang Ming's expression.
Obviously, she had some hidden thoughts.
Although Yang Ming noticed it, he cooperated and did not expose it.
Windsor took Yang Ming through the elevators several times, from the top floor of the building all the way down to the bottom, the 20th floor below ground.
When the elevator door opened again, waves of noise filled Yang Ming's eardrums.
Outside was a narrow but bustling market.
At first glance, what attracted Yang Ming's attention most were the two rows of eye-catching advertising signs and the various vendors setting up stalls under the signs.
The environment here is a bit like the black market that Yang Ming has visited twice, but the goods here are daily necessities that are not prohibited. Everything is in good order and many patrol police can be seen.
There was a small puddle in front of the elevator. Windsor jumped over it nimbly and Yang Ming followed.
This market is more than two hundred meters long, with an elevator every twenty meters, and only a small part of these elevators lead to the surface.
As they walked out of the underground area of the building, the corridor gradually became wider on both sides.
On both sides there appeared neat buildings carved into the rock walls, so densely packed that there was no end in sight.
Ant nest.
Yang Ming inexplicably thought of this word.
He speculated that this was originally an abandoned shelter, an underground building complex used by the Luofeng Empire to deal with war crises.
There is sufficient light here, and a complete sewage, ventilation and water purification system. The people living here are not homeless people - although you can occasionally see some homeless elderly people - but everywhere you can see are white-collar workers jogging, students with backpacks, and some middle-aged and elderly citizens dressed very decently.
Clinics, supermarkets, fire departments, sanitation robots...
Everything a complete urban area should have is missing here.
While walking, Yang Ming discovered a group of young people riding exaggerated hoverbikes, gathering under an advertising sign, and speaking meaningless modifiers in exaggerated tones.
This made Yang Ming sigh:
Street urchins are truly a magical urban species.
Yang Ming was a little puzzled: "Windsor, how could your father allow you to come here?"
"I've only been here twice, and each time there were seven or eight bodyguards following me secretly, and they were secretly taking pictures with a bunch of equipment. Although my father promised me that he wouldn't interfere with my freedom to make friends, he really finds it hard to trust the environment here."
Windsor was obviously a little nervous. She responded in a low voice:
"But don't get me wrong. Although this is underground, it is a relatively safe area and a completely legal area. The biggest reason why people choose to live here is... the rent is very cheap."
Yang Ming smiled.
His eyes swept across the faces of several children who were playing. The eyes of these children were much brighter than those of the adults.
Windsor took his arm and whispered beside him:
"I actually met her online three years ago. Occasionally I would come to her rented house and she would cook some of her specialties for me, which made me feel pretty good."
Yang Ming asked gently, "What disease does she have? Medical conditions are so advanced nowadays, we can always help her."
"This is what worries me the most," Windsor looked up at the residential area ahead, "She always says she's not sick, always says she's fine, but sometimes she can't even get out of bed and walk."
"Don't worry too much, just ask and you'll know."
Yang Ming said softly, and some bad associations arose in his heart.
Windsor is the only daughter of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, a position he has held for more than six years.
She could easily be targeted by people with ulterior motives.
But when Windsor took Yang Ming into an "embedded" residential building, took the elevator to the sixth floor, walked along the corridor filled with all kinds of shoes, socks, hangers, and sundries, arrived at the door of Windsor's friend's house, and knocked on the security door...
Yang Ming was also stunned.
This was an old lady with gray hair, a gentle and slightly pale face, a thin and slightly hunched body. After seeing Windsor, the old lady's expression became visibly excited.
Ding ding.
Yang Ming's watch vibrated a few times and the old lady's message appeared.
She is a former professor of economics at Irando University.
No wonder the Chancellor of the Exchequer allowed Windsor to come here.
"Windsor?" The old lady was full of surprise and stepped forward to hug Windsor. "Why did you come to my place suddenly? Oh! You were just chatting with me and told me where you were going to study today."
Windsor sighed, "I was worried about your illness, so I came to see you."
"This is old age, old diseases," the old lady sighed softly, "and there just happened to be a little girl here, a very cute little girl, a neighbor who just moved in recently. Let me introduce you to her first... By the way, who is this?"
"My boyfriend," Windsor whispered, "probably."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Nice to meet you."
"Oh, come in, come in, what a handsome guy!"
As they were talking, footsteps were heard from the direction of the kitchen, and the 'cute little fellow' as the old lady had mentioned came out with brisk steps.
But when she saw Yang Ming, she was stunned and confused at first, and then extremely shocked, and almost poured the warm water in the cup at Yang Ming.
"Mr. Yang Ming! Why are you here?!"
Um?
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.
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