"Brother Ten, it's not easy to be away from home. I want to give you something to take with you!" Zhou Sen took out a small cloth bag from his backpack and handed it to Painter Fourteen.

"Thank you." The Fourteenth Painter took the small bag, leaned slightly towards Zhou Sen, strode outside, and soon merged into the rolling flow of people.

Fourteen painters!

Zhou Sen watched the Fourteenth Painter disappear into the crowd. He had a strange feeling, because the name Fourteenth Painter was so special.

The name must have some meaning.

At this time, the Aurora has been docked with the interstellar station, and the network of the interstellar station can be connected.

Zhou Sen took out a micro-optical computer and connected it to the signal, then logged into the interstellar network and searched for the name Fourteenth Painter. The name Fourteenth Painter did not appear on the interstellar network, but the name Twenty-eight Painter popped up.

Twenty-eight Painters!

Damn it!

Zhou Sen was stunned when he opened the name Twenty-Eight Painters, because this name was not simple. It was a pseudonym once used by a god-like figure on the ancient earth.

Twenty-Eight Painters.

Fourteen painters!

Obviously, the other party borrowed half of the great man's name.

What an interesting person.

Just when Zhou Sen logged into the interstellar network and searched for the name Fourteenth Painter, the Fourteenth Painter who had already entered the bridge and queued up to enter the interstellar station opened the cloth bag in boredom.

The moment the bag was opened, the Fourteenth Painter almost went blind because there was actually a bag of gold beads inside the bag!

No wonder it's so heavy.

What an interesting person.

Zhou Sen!

Damn it!

It can’t be Zhou Sen, the real interstellar gangster, right?!
Chapter completed!