After doing all the bad things, it turns out they are all true?

The shop owner was busy with the bag of "dog food". When he looked closely, he realized that it was compressed bread.

One thousand sentences for one pack!

A superior citizen is a superior citizen.

My dog ​​can actually eat such good food...

Once again astounded by the prosperity of the world, he looked at Fan Lin with trepidation and wanted to ask, "Are you still short of a dog?"

Fan Lin frowned slightly, revealing an annoyed attitude: "Isn't that enough?"

"Enough! Enough!"

"I'll help you pack up these breathing apparatus, oh no, these pieces of junk."

The shop owner pulled a small cart from the warehouse and piled all the heavy breathing equipment on it.

After finishing everything, he looked around at the door and asked doubtfully, "Where is your slave?"

"You can let him pull the cart now."

slave?

Fan Lin naturally doesn't have those things.

However, he still said calmly: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Just follow me."

"Okay, okay... please lead the way."

Fan Lin walked out of the store with his hands behind his back.

The shop owner followed behind him respectfully and enthusiastically, pushing the truck through three streets and arriving near the mine.

At this point, Fan Lin finally stopped and said casually, "Okay, you can go back."

The shop owner glanced at the mine in the distance and suddenly realized that the man next to him was the person in charge of the mine.

No wonder a superior citizen would come to such a hellish place as the slums.

"Then I won't be an eyesore to you."

"If you need anything later, please feel free to come to me."

Three sets of breathing apparatus were exchanged for a pack of expired and moldy compressed bread.

The shop owner made a lot of money from this deal.

I felt that Fan Lin was really a "kind" and superior master. While advertising his own shop, he bowed repeatedly and left the scene respectfully.

After seeing the shop owner's figure, he had completely disappeared.

Finally, Fan Lin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

The status of a superior citizen is really useful.

It also saves money on buying equipment.

It doesn’t seem like it would be too difficult to get to the main city.

He picked up a breathing device from the car, used a blood bell to poke a small hole in the breathing tube, and after clearing the stench, he put it on his head.

As for the other two, they don’t have business licenses and cannot be traded privately, so there’s no point in keeping them.

After Fan Lin cut it into pieces, he ignored it and strode towards the mine.

Unsurprisingly, expired and moldy bread has some value.

Even though he doesn't like to eat it, he can't sell it.

But it's not bad to give it away for free in exchange for some information.

Fan Lin patted his trouser pocket, and there was a rustling sound inside.

The corners of his mouth also rose up again.

……

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Meanwhile on the other side.

"Seventeen, eighteen...thirty-nine."

"Why are there five pieces of bread missing?!"

Bu Youxue held her treasure box in her hands, looked up to the sky and howled, her eyes red as if she wished she could kill someone.

Beast, beast!

You are obviously covered in treasures, why did you steal my New Year’s goods?

Two and a half years!

She had saved up bread for two and a half years and hadn't been willing to eat a single bite, and now five pieces had been stolen!

Fan Lin!

You bastard!

I'm going to kill you, woooooooooo...

Chapter 135: The Famous Little Loli (Two Chapters Combined into One)

Fan Lin originally wanted to use the same trick again to see if he could pretend to be a "higher-class citizen" and sneak into the mine to become a manager.

However, the mine is a serious unit after all, and the audit is very strict. The guards will check everyone's dashboard to determine the amount of the sentence.

You can't use that bluff anymore.

He had no choice but to make do and applied to be an ordinary miner with the identity of a lower-class citizen.

I don't know which ghost made this rule.

To work in the mines, one must first pay a training fee of 1,000 prison terms, an insurance premium of 500 prison terms, a weighted breathing filter of 500 prison terms, clothing, and tools...

After adding up all the details, Fan Lin hadn't even started working and hadn't earned a penny, but his sentence had already increased from "10 million and 200" to "10 million and 2,400".

His mother's kiss.

If Su Jiuyi were in front of him, Fan Lin really wanted to apologize to her sincerely.

Previous evaluations of her, such as vampire and Zhou Baopi, were too biased.

If you really want to see the beast, you have to look at the management of Yeming City.

When the capitalists from the United States come, aren’t they also rookies in front of them?

Is it only to worship and learn?

“Again, the safety issue is reiterated.”

"The air in the T67 mining area where you work is highly toxic. You must wear a weighted breathing apparatus filter."

"Remember, this filtration device is only rented to you. The price itself is far more than 500 prison sentences."

"Even if you die, this equipment cannot be damaged. We must pay attention to the safety of the filter!"

Fan Lin stood among a group of miners. On the platform in front of him stood a man dressed slightly neatly.

He was the overseer of the mine and a "middle-class citizen."

"You were born garbage. The gods and the city lord took pity on you and opened up the mining area to give you the opportunity to reduce your sentence."

“What a great gift this is?”

"Only by working hard can you repay the kindness of the God and the City Lord. Only then will you have a chance to reduce your sentence, escape the category of trash, and become a valuable middle-class citizen."

"To be honest, I was just an ordinary miner, but within a year, I became a mine supervisor."

"What do you rely on? It's unremitting struggle and persistent efforts."

"Work is faith. Always remember the kindness of the God and the City Lord, and you too will succeed."

"So cheer up and get to work!"

The supervisor gave a passionate and generous speech on the podium.

The miners all lowered their heads and stopped training, their expressions a little numb. After the speech, they carried their pickaxes in a lifeless manner and began to go to the mining area to work.

Fan Lin followed at the back of the crowd. After arriving here, he clearly felt that the "weird pollution" had been alleviated a lot.

Without that inexplicable low mood, my energy and spirit are quickly recovering.

However, my colleagues around me don’t seem to be in such a good state.

Fan Lin walked over to an old miner and asked casually, "Brother, how many years of prison sentence have you served?"

The old miner's eyes were sunken, and his face was sunken into the earth: "About 20 million years."

"How long have you been working in the mines?"

"Thirty or forty years? I can't remember clearly. Are you new here? Why are you asking this?"

People who engage in heavy physical labor are extremely prone to aging.

Judging from the old miner's appearance, although his skin was dark and had obvious wrinkles, he was probably only in his fifties.

In other words, it is very likely that he has been working in this dark mining area since he was in his teens and twenties?

No wonder there is no weird pollution, and it also looks dead.

Fan Lin nodded secretly, then smiled and replied, "It's okay, I'm just a little curious. You've been working for 20 or 30 years, can't you be upgraded to a middle-class citizen?"

The old miner frowned slightly, and a "川" character formed on his head: "Your parents are not lower-class citizens, right?"

Fan Lin shook his head in denial.

What he cares about most now is to learn from the old miners how to quickly get promoted and what the detailed process is.

In front of lower-class citizens, if you casually dress up as you are, and admit that your parents are higher-class citizens, there will be no benefit.

On the contrary, it is likely to make the old miners defensive and keep silent.

In this regard, Fan Lin has suffered a great loss and naturally will not repeat the same mistake.

"You are young, full of energy, with delicate skin, and you can even smile."

"He doesn't look like a real lower-class citizen at all..."

The old miner's cloudy eyes revealed an extremely complicated emotion, and he was somewhat suspicious of Fan Lin's identity.

After all, the ordinary miners who came here all looked lifeless.

It was completely different from Fan Lin's state, which was full of energy and clarity of mind.

"Forehead……"

"To be honest, I'm just an ordinary lower-class citizen."

"It's just... I used to do that kind of thing..."

"I couldn't stand the torture anymore, so I escaped and wanted to start from scratch and become a good miner."

Seeing that the old miner was alert, Fan Lin had a flash of inspiration and came up with a more reasonable explanation.

Although, it is somewhat damaging to reputation.

But, in order to pass the dungeon, he just gave it a try, since he wouldn't lose any meat anyway.

The old miner examined Fan Lin carefully and found that this young man was indeed very handsome and had the image of a standard pretty boy. It was not surprising that he was liked by a rich woman.

However, after believing Fan Lin's words, his eyes immediately became sympathetic and he sighed deeply: "Alas..."

"You...it's really not easy."

"My nephew, like you, was once favored by a couple of upper-class citizens and taken to the main city."

"He...only lasted three years before he died."

Fan Lin was silent for a moment: "He was bought and made a slave."

"I work in a dance hall. My boss takes care of me, so I'm doing pretty well."

The old miner gave him a very strange look: "Buy?"

“Why buy…”