The interior of Meteor Street has very clean streets and neat and beautiful houses.

It seems that the inside and outside of Meteor Street once again divides the difference between heaven and hell!

Obviously, no good people are qualified to live in "Paradise". Only those with power and power in Meteor Street are qualified to live there. Often, these people are covered in blood and are not good people.

But despite this, it still cannot stop the people on the periphery from yearning for "heaven"!

Clean water, soft bread, sweet jam, and fresh air...

However, more than 95% of the residents living on the periphery on Meteor Street will never enjoy it in their lifetime.

People outside the world only regard Meteor Street as a garbage dump, a waste accumulation area, an ‘abandoned place’, etc.

But in fact, after so many years of development, Meteor Street is also full of power and has been under the secret jurisdiction of the Presbyterian Church.

There are struggles where there are people, and if you want to develop, you must have rules!

So although Meteor Street is terrible and chaotic, it often leads to death because of a little food, but the real order has always been hidden in this chaos.

For example, transactions!

Any valuable thing can only be exchanged for money and can only be exchanged for food and weapons.

Otherwise, it would be just garbage!

Therefore, the greatest contribution made by the Presbyterian Church to Meteor Street is to build a unique economic system, recycle the collected waste to generate economic value, and then buy the materials they need from the underworld forces, and even transport talents...

It is precisely with a perfect closed-loop economic system that Meteor Street can support nearly 10 million abandoned people!

From a small part to a scrapped car, everything is clearly marked and can be exchanged for anything you want!

Of course, the Presbyterian Church also used this to conquer a lot of wealth and its strength continued to grow.

There was just a thorn that kept stuck in their throats, making them unhappy while not daring to pull it out at will.

That force is called...Xiao!

.........

The sixth block of Meteor Street is neither internal nor peripheral, but it is a very special area in Meteor Street.

Originally, like other neighborhoods, it was filled with garbage, and people lived in dirty and messy streets.

But the sixth district is now extremely clean and tidy, and it is almost difficult to see those disgusting garbage.

A small square was even built in the center of the Sixth Block. There were no music fountains or celebrity statues on the square, just a huge black stone tablet rose from the ground!

If you look closely, you can still see a lot of words on it and it keeps changing.

From time to time, people walked into the building next to them with anticipation, and then walked out again with a satisfied smile.

False paradise - eat people without spitting bones!

The real paradise - as long as you are willing to move bricks, you will never starve to death!

Perhaps those guys who want to get rich overnight are racking their brains to enter the "inner city" and become the best.

But only those who are truly wise know that the sixth block of Meteor Street is where hope is!

After walking through the small boundary marker that surrounded the entire Sixth Block, Zhenyang came to the place where hope was.

Here, kunai is a symbol of identity.

Every member who passed the assessment will issue a kunai. Originally, Shinyang wanted them to use it as a weapon for self-defense, but unexpectedly, over time, the meaning of this kunai has exceeded its value as a combat weapon.

I quietly arrived at the second floor and saw a short-haired girl who looked twenty years old and had a pure appearance dozing off. Her glasses had fallen off half of her glasses, and the two pieces of fat in front were squeezed and deformed.

"Water sleeping at work, it seems that you don't want your monthly salary this month."

Zhenyang came to the other party, and banged it on the other party's forehead with a bang.

The other party woke up in pain, then looked at it with a slightly blank look, "Hey? Why can't you see anything? Is it dark?"

Seeing the other party looking natural and stupid, Zhenyang had to help her straighten her glasses, "Did you see it now?"

The girl who had restored her light said, then tilted her head, "Hello, if you need to receive a task, you can go to the stone tablet by yourself. If you want to exchange for something, you are on the first floor..."

Dong!

Before he finished speaking, the girl sniffled again in her head!

"If you can't remember who I am within three seconds, you can leave by rolling the bed, Comrade Xiao Di."

“1,2…”

"Welcome back, boss!"

"So I don't have a name?"

"Uh, does the boss have a name?"

"You're gone!"

"Ah, I remembered that the boss's name is Needle Eye Tu Nicole!"

"I'll kill you!"

The True Yang went up and it was a cross lock, strangling Xiaodie's neck.

Slap sex!

I saw Xiaodie slapping Zhenyang's arm while saying hard: "Huh... can't breathe anymore... Zhenyang."

snort!

Zhenyang then let go of her and then tidied up his messy clothes.

"Very good, you saved your job at the last second, and I hope you can continue to work hard in the future."

Zhenyang drove Xiaodie away from the seat without hesitation, and then sat down by himself.

Because this is his position!

Xiaodie, who was a little natural and very seriously forgetful, started to start being stunned again. After standing in less than three seconds, his eyelids started to fight.

"Hey, have you listened to me?" Zhenyang had to slap the table vigorously to awaken Xiaodie's sleeping fighting soul.

"Hmm? Is it time for lunch? Hey? Why are you sitting in my seat?"

Zhenyang gritted his teeth, and blue veins around his temples burst out, and several words "well" appeared!

"I am your boss, this is my position!"

"Oh, since you like to sit, let it be given to you."

Click!

Zhenyang accidentally crushed the solid wood handrail.

"Huh? What's the sound? Forget it doesn't matter, by the way, what should I eat for lunch?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Why did I hire a natural dick with amnesia to be an assistant?

Zhenyang grabbed his hair in pain, looking suspicious of life.

"Huh~ The world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable. It's not good, it's not good..."

After pulling out two handfuls of his hair, Zhenyang finally calmed down. After all, he had already been mentally prepared, right?

"Little Drop...Hmm? Where is the person?"

When he looked up again, everyone had already walked out.

Then Zhenyang heard a small drop of the sound from the first floor, "It's time to eat, are you eating fish today? Where did you come from? Are there fish on Meteor Street?"

Click!
Chapter completed!