Chapter 119 If you move too fast on the road of life, something will always be left behind.

Author: Former Kodak Duck

Chapter 119 If you move too fast on the road of life, something will always be left behind.

Port Morbi is a port city located in the southeast of the Eternal Empire of the Human Race with a total area of ​​240 square kilometers.

According to the last data from the empire's population census officials, this city has about 2,000 people living per square kilometer. It is a fairly densely populated city on the southeastern coast of the empire, and it is also a city that is quite a headache for the empire's central government.

This is one of the cities with the worst living environment in the empire, and various crime cases remain high. Although the empire's law enforcement agencies have not neglected their duties, most of the entire city is still under the control of pirates and other criminal organizations.

And according to official statistics, the unemployment rate in the entire city remains above 60% all year round.

However, Port Moreby has not always been like this. At least before the New World suffered a major earthquake, Port Moreby was just a fishing village-level wharf.

After the New World emerged and the New World routes were established, as the starting point of the closest, most economical, and safest route to the New World, the development of Port Molbi exploded.

"And this explosive development is not led by the imperial government, but by businessmen," Huang Lang explained to Marta who was following him while flexibly moving through the crowd, "That's why this place is

It's like this now, um, Marta, be careful."

As he said that, Huang Lang took out the pirate scimitar from his waist and used the handle to hit a ragged boy who was trying to touch Marta's PP. The boy who hit him screamed and covered his head.

His hands fell to the ground.

"MD, that stinky sailor hit me, he hit me!!!" The boy covered his hands, fell down and rolled on the muddy dirt road, spewing out vulgar and vicious words that even Huang Lang was amazed by.

Following the machine gun-like curses, several children walked out of the dirty alley and cast greedy and vicious glances at Huang Lang and Marta.

"It's really hard for children to become like this..." Marta sighed softly.

"Children are white paper. If you wipe your butt with it, it will inevitably be stained with S," Huang Lang said, taking out the musket he asked for from the captain, and shot one of them at the foot.

Then he took out another handful and pointed it at the other child, "Now I'm just shooting at you, if you get any closer, I'll blow you away!"

The children looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then quickly dispersed without regret or shouting, and then retreated into the shadow of the alley.

"It's really interesting." Marta looked at the disappearing children with interest, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, "I thought they would say some cruel words to scare us, or shout loudly to attract the attention of people around them.

, or maybe a dozen adults or something will pop up around you."

"Professional criminals also have to make ends meet. When survival comes first, efficiency and cost-effectiveness must always be the first priority." Huang Lang looked at the crowds of people around him, quietly dispersing in the alleys and beside the shops.

Some of the adult thugs who went there smiled and stuffed their muskets back, "Instead of wasting time on hard enemies, it's better to look for soft persimmons. Okay, let's go."

Mata Harry nodded to Huang Lang, then took light steps again, followed Huang Lang, and walked forward on the muddy road.

Gray, muddy, and exuding a rotting stench, this is the road in the Lower-Harbour area of ​​Port Moreby. But, in other words, everything here is of this tone, even the air.

It's gray, foul-smelling, and has a sticky and putrid feel to it.

The faces of the people here are gloomy, just like the sky. All the people in the lower port area, including insects, ants, snakes and rats, have gloomy and angry faces. The few with different faces are sailors who have just got off the ship, or people standing on the ship.

People of all races soliciting customers on the street...special working group.

It's not that Huang Lang doesn't want to use [her], but there really are people of all races and genders on the street...

This place reminded Huang Lang of his experience when his sister Huang Shuang left and he suffered from mental illness because of the pain and was sent to a rehabilitation center by his parents:

The atmosphere of Port Morbi is really similar to that there. They are both places of rebirth - people here completely lose all the beauty, enthusiasm and even humanity in them, just to beg for survival, and what they stripped off,

Then everything is converted into wealth and delivered to another group of people.

Thinking of this, Huang Lang cast his sight into the distance. There, there was a towering city wall and an even taller magic shield, isolating everything in this gray area. That was the terminal point for the transportation of wealth, and it was also their destination.

The destination is Upper Harbor.

Along the way, Huang Lang and Mata Harry soon arrived near the junction of the upper and lower harbor areas. Just when another group of children were about to rush up to beg and steal, a scorching flaming arrow was shot from the guard tower above the city gate.

, hitting the ground, drying the mud instantly, and at the same time, the guards' shouts came from the city gate tower:

"No illegal behavior near the city gate!!!"

The dirty, skinny children dispersed in an instant. The sight reminded Huang Lang of the insects that fled in all directions after lifting the stone.

Just as he was thinking this, another shout came from the city gate:

“Abide by the order and queue up!!!”

Huang Lang rolled his eyes, walked to the back of a long queue, and stood in line.

The processing speed was very fast. Not long after, Huang Lang stood in front of a clerk with two guards standing behind him. Seeing Huang Lang standing still, the clerk stretched out his hand and said impatiently:

"Documents, and what are you doing in Shanghai Port District?"

"Return by agent." Huang Lang handed over the document and calmly spoke a vocabulary taught to him by captain David Jones.

This is a word that appears frequently on the New World routes. It is based on an industry agreement signed by major shipping lines. Basically, it means that everyone on the route should try to help each other. Then, once a ship is unable to sail due to crew problems,

Well, try your best to help the unlucky guy who can't sail return to port.

"Let me see," the clerk at the city gate took the documents and magic crystal card handed over by Huang Lang, inserted the magic crystal card into the card slot of a machine, and began to read the document, "Black Pearl, Ocean Crown Ocean Shipping Line,

The captain is David Jones, there is no problem with identification, you are, let me see... Candy Asenwell and Maria Tipping, this is your limited pass, go directly to Ocean Crown Boat Line, the shuttle station is out

From now on, on the left hand side, No. 17."

[Thank you for the fact that the identity verification technology in this world is not that advanced yet, and thank you for the profit-seeking guys who are so rotten everywhere...]

With a curse in his heart, Huang Lang calmly took back the documents and magic crystal card, and walked through the city gate with Marta behind him.

The ship's certificates and documents were of course genuine, taken from the real captain David Jones, but the two identity verification cards Huang Lang and Marta took from two unlucky dead sailors,

But it’s completely false.

According to Captain David’s introduction, this was all the result of a series of turbulences caused by an empire’s policy not long after the development of the New World began:

In order to encourage people to join the exploration and development of the New World, the Eternal Empire once issued a subsidy ZC, providing subsidies to crew members who joined the New World route, and compensation to sailors who died on the New World route.

Originally, these subsidies were intended to reduce people's financial burdens and encourage qualified people to join ocean routes. However, these routes soon gave rise to a series of problems, the most important of which was that some shipping companies pretended to claim imperial subsidies.

, wantonly forging some "people who don't exist at all", or selling the identities of dead people around.

The subsidy later ended, and the empire also vigorously cracked down on these identity issues, but there were still quite a few fake identities and "dead people" being bought and sold on the black market. After all, although these identities could no longer be used to claim subsidies from the empire,

It can also create other benefits...

For example, selling to some people whose real identity is questionable.

Shipping companies, some status-managing officials of the empire, and criminal groups are all involved, forming a huge gray industry network that even the empire is difficult to completely clean up.

The two identities that Huang Lang and Marta obtained are exactly the two identities in this big gray network - in the real world outside the empire system, these two people do not exist at all, but within the empire system, these two people do not exist at all.

Both of them are completely real.

[MD, what kind of dead soul, Gogol might have laughed so hard that the coffin board would lift up] - This was Huang Lang's first thought when he got the fake identity.

Huang Lang sighed as he walked through the city gate, passed through the protective barrier, and arrived at the upper port area, entering another world.

The gray is isolated and replaced by blue sky and green trees. The rotten smell is filtered out, leaving behind the fragrance of earth.

What appeared in front of Huang Lang was a well-organized urban area. There were exquisite small houses and tall buildings worthy of being called "buildings". The flat road was flanked by two rows of neat plants, road signs, and sidewalks.

And the magical shuttle car that shuttles back and forth.

People were well-behaved and polite, and even when they looked at the people dressed as sailors who occasionally passed by, the disgust and contempt in their eyes was suppressed to a state of insignificance.

Huang Lang and Marta got on the No. 17 bus according to the previous clerk's instructions. The shuttle-shaped shuttle car started immediately. Sitting in the comfortable carriage and picking up the wine glass that automatically popped up, Huang Lang suddenly had a realization:

[2,000 people per square kilometer, the real meaning of this average data is probably not 5 people in Shanggang District and 4,000 people in Xiagang District].

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Huang Lang's solemn face, Marta asked with concern.

Huang Lang shook his head and said nothing - there were some words that he would not say after leaving the base because he was afraid that the walls had ears. Even if it was the link between the heroic spirit and the master, he would not use it.

However, he was really thinking: According to records, a thousand years have passed since the Eternal War. Over the past thousand years, the progress of this world seems to be a bit slow...

Full of thoughts, Huang Lang and Marta were accurately sent to their destination - the office of the shipping giant, Ocean Crown Shipping Line in Morby.

The afternoon sunlight, which is the color of honey, shines into the five floors of the office. In the corridor, there are floors with a faint wood scent, exquisitely decorated walls and ceilings, specimens of New World creatures, and ship models. Everything is so elegant.

So magnificent.

Huang Lang and Marta were led by their servants as they walked on the wooden floor. The floor creaked, as if they were stepping not on the floor but on the bones of those who worked hard in the lower port area.

Soon, the two were taken into an office. Before entering, Huang Lang glanced at the nameplate above, which read:

[Jionnuo Simao, regional director, risk management and control]

"You two, please take a seat." As soon as one person and one heroic spirit entered, a commanding voice came to his ears.

Huang Lang looked up and saw a "little man".

I call him a villain because Mr. Small is really short. Standing in front of the window, he is estimated to be at most 1.6 meters tall. His shiny blond hair is combed back, and he has a

He was wearing an exquisite gold-carved pipe, and he must have been sprayed with perfume, because Huang Lang smelled a fragrance.

He was called a villain because Huang Lang noticed the light coming from the deep-set eye sockets. It was a cunning and calculating light, and more importantly, it was a light that was indifferent to everything around him.

, only care about your own light.

This kind of light is different from that of a cultivator who can truly see through the world of mortals. It is a kind of indifference that can trample on others without causing any guilt in the heart, and a kind of cruelty and greed disguised as free and easy.

Before time travel, when he was working as a project supervisor, Huang Lang would always see that kind of light in the eyes of those bastards who were held up banners by the people who actually built tall buildings with their own hands.
To be continued...