"You and the old boss can probably chat together." Tang Guo hung up the phone and looked at Qin Ling and said.

"Why do you say that?"

"The old-fashioned sect is a staunch primitivist sect that rejects all artificial prosthetics. I don't see any traces of prosthetics on your body, right?" Tang Guo looked Qinling up and down.

"So... right?"

"You are really a weirdo. You are obviously the staunchest supporter of primitivism, but you are traveling with a brutalist." Tang Guo clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Is this rare?"

"Look what you said." Tang Guo peeled off the candy wrapper and said slowly while eating the strange-tasting Tang Guo, "The three major ideological sects in Baiye City are almost having their brains knocked out."

People here's ideas about body modification can be roughly divided into three categories.

The first type is the transformation sect. The idea is that as long as it is a plug-in that can make you powerful, regardless of whether it is suitable or not, just plug it in first.

One type is the Beast Sect, which is relatively niche. Its concept is genetic modification and beastization.

The last category is the most niche, that is, the primordial sect, which rejects all modifications and believes that your own body is the best.

The Reformists believe that they are representatives of elegance and nobility, the Brutalists are a group of barbarians, and the Originalists are antiques.

The Brutalists believe that the Transformers have turned themselves into machines and can no longer be called human beings, while the Originalists are antiques.

The originalists think that both of them are stupid*.

It is difficult for these three types of people to get together. Those who can get together for a while will basically have friendly and intense exchanges.

The old man hasn't come yet, and the little one is still crying for food. Qin Ling estimated the time and decided to cook another pot of noodles.

He set up the pot to boil water again, put instant noodles in it, and while it was cooking, Qin Ling chatted with Tang Guo.

Tang Guo and the others are similar to mercenaries. They receive tasks through middlemen and receive rewards after completing the tasks.

According to a more sophisticated view, they are freelancers.

But in fact, these people are all miserable people with no stable income. They rely on hard work to make money. A large part of the money they get in the end has to be used to upgrade their equipment, lest they accidentally get confused.

Dead.

Tang Guo's situation is actually not bad. Her shooting ability is unmatched by anyone in her small circle. Therefore, she does not need to equip too many prosthetics, as long as she has good enough weapons. The latter is better than

The former is much cheaper.

"We can deal with those little thieves just now." Tang Guo proudly raised the big gun in his hand.

Qin Ling curiously asked about the reason for the chase, and Tang Guo gritted his teeth and said: "A bunch of lunatics! They are preaching about electronic gods everywhere. I think they just put on too many prosthetics and their brains can't hold up and are broken!"

After saying this, Tang Guo looked at the guy with the cold instant noodles hanging on his head: "Speaking of brain damage, I really hope that this guy with a leaky head prosthetic can use this to restore his brain."

It seems that this guy’s screams before were not caused by being burned.

The instant noodles in the pot were finally ready, and Xiaoxiao on the side couldn't wait to eat them.

"Don't you want to eat?" Tang Guo asked.

"No." Qin Ling shook his head. He had eaten too many instant noodles and was not very interested in this stuff.

Tang Guo looked curiously at the instant noodles in Xiaoxiao's hand. This thing had a familiar and unfamiliar feeling, quite like a pre-made dish, but simpler than a pre-made dish.

Noticing Tang Guo's gaze, Xiao Xiao pushed the instant noodles in his hand forward: "Want some?"

"Okay."

Qin Ling looked at the two aliens squatting on the curb sharing instant noodles next to him, and felt that something was not quite right.

The old man finally drove over in his car. This man looked like a mature and reliable uncle, which made Qinling feel very good about him.

The old man looked at the people lying on the ground, and then looked at Tang Guo who was squatting on the roadside with traces of soup on the corner of his mouth. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Sister, you are taking your time too much, right?"

/p>

"Sister? Are you the boss? So powerful?" Qin Ling was very surprised.

"That's right!" Tang Guo was very proud.

"Don't be complacent, run away quickly, the people from the Tietou Gang are coming after you." The old man exposed Tang Guo mercilessly: "Also, 'Big Sister Tou' is this girl's nickname, and it is her own nickname.

We are in a cooperative relationship and there is no organizational relationship between us.”

"Nickname?" Qin Ling keenly captured the key point.

"Yes, nickname." The old-fashioned tone was a little helpless, "This girl's name is too hard to pronounce, and everyone can't pronounce it correctly, so she can only call her by her nickname."

Qin Ling's expression suddenly became very exciting.

The old man glanced at Qin Ling's face and immediately guessed what happened.

After everyone got on the bus, the old boss turned the car and drove towards Baiye City. After escaping the scene, the old boss asked his question: "So, what do you give her in exchange for allowing you to call her a nickname?"

Qin Ling glanced at Tang Guo beside him, who was looking up at the sky.

"Three things." Qin Ling answered honestly.

"Tsk, you are really a little genius in negotiation." The old man smacked his lips, "Our condition at that time was that she would choose the nickname by herself, no more."

Qin Ling suddenly felt that he had made a huge loss.

"By the way, let me ask, what nickname have you come up with? Green hair? Seaweed head? Otherwise, I'm sorry for this condition."

"Hey! I'm here to beat you!" Tang Guo couldn't help it.

"Tang Guo."

"Ah?" Tang Guo replied subconsciously.

"Tang Guo? Tang Guo! Pfft..." The old man couldn't help it anymore, "Tang Guo... is it the kind she often eats?"

"Uh... you can say yes."

"Okay, very good, it's not a loss this time." The old-fashioned man finally suppressed his smile and said slowly.

Qin Ling was very puzzled: "Is this funny?"

"It's not funny at all." Tang Guo was a little depressed, "Now I feel like I lost money."

Bahao, who has a certain understanding of local culture, explained in Qinling's mind: "The main thing is that the contrast is a bit big, just like a black-faced man weighing 200 pounds, nicknamed Black Tornado, but his name is Daiyu."

"Damn it, is the contrast so big?"

This is purely a cultural difference. Anyway, Qinling really doesn’t understand why he calls this girl Tang Guo, just like calling him Black Tornado Daiyu.

Qin Ling originally thought that this matter was over, but it turned out that this was just the beginning. The old man drove the car to the bar they often went to. There were a large group of Tang Guo's acquaintances inside. The old man naturally publicized the good news immediately, so

There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the bar.

And the only one who is unhappy is probably Tang Guo.

"You're asking for three things from me. Just put up with this little thing." The old man teased.

Qinling discovered that being old-fashioned is not old-fashioned at all.
Chapter completed!