When Cleveland parked the car, Song Qingge opened the door of the store. As soon as the three walked in, they heard a slightly familiar voice.

"On the 36th, I ordered the sausage fried cake, soba noodles and triangular wonton set. Only cash is accepted, next!"

Simmons, dressed as a chef, yelled while collecting money. At this time, an older woman in the same clothes was talking about something by his side. But seeing Simmons look impatient, it was obvious that he hadn't fully accepted the current life.

Song Qingge, Cleveland and North Carolina just stood quietly at the counter beside them, watching Simmons's busy figure.

After sending away the second guest, Simmons finally saw the three of Song Qingge. "No, just kidding!" He hit the bell in front of him three times and said to the people who were still in line, "The shop is closed, everyone is going out, now!"

After he finished talking, he drove the customers out of the store, and closed the door of the store conveniently and put up a sign to close the business.

Song Qingge smiled and said, "Old friend, it's been a long time."

Simmons walked directly in front of him and said excitedly, "Old friend? It's you, the seventh district that was killed by the aliens, disbanded all the staff. The security level is gone, and the pension is gone. I am now empty-handed, and then I I have to come back now to run this **** delicatessen."

In the end, Simmons grabbed Song Qingge by the collar. However, when he wanted to move on to the next step, the three black hole barrels directly reached his head. Simmons turned his head and saw Cleveland's ship suit appearing, and the dazzling barrels were directly against his head.

He hurriedly raised his hands, "Ah, ha... The old friend met, and he was a little emotional for a while, I hope Mr. Song can understand ha~"

Song Qingge smiled and adjusted his collar, then waved to Cleveland. I saw the blue light flickering, and the barrel against Simmons's head disappeared.

"Old friends, we are all civilized people, and we just need to speak up if we have something to do. Don't do anything, in case my guns go wrong, it's hard to say." Song Qingge said with a smile.

The corners of Simmons's mouth twitched, the situation was like this, and there was nothing he could do. "I don't know what Mr. Song wants to do this time? If it's work, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. After all, I have already come out of the government."

Song Qingge said, "I came to you this time because I really wanted you to help us, but it wasn't a matter of work."

Simmons froze for a moment, put down his two arms and asked, "Apart from work, what else can stump the allies of mankind, what about Song Qingge, Mr. Song?"

Song Qingge said, "I want to create a website, which is a website that records Transformers and interesting things that happened in our lives. It is open to all mankind. But there is a problem that there are not many people who are familiar with us and Autobots. And those with high computer skills can only think of you. So this time I’m here to invite you to join our base. I believe that you, who are already used to that business, should not be very willing to sell cooked meat."

"What's the advantage?" Simmons asked directly.

"Working time is eight hours a day, and there are five social insurances and one housing fund. On Saturdays and Sundays, double holidays. On holidays, the salary doubles, and the basic salary and salary are calculated according to your salary in the seventh district." Song Qingge said with a smile.

"I did it!" Simmons directly took off the chef's hat on top of his head and said to Song Qingge, "I've been fed up with people who have to pick and choose when buying a cooked food! I am more used to exploring something than this. Something unknown."

Seeing Simmons directly accept the invitation, Song Qingge nodded with satisfaction. "Then when can you leave?"

Simmons said directly, "Wait a minute, I'll do it right away. Before that, I will take you to a place."

The corners of Song Qingge's mouth were slightly raised, and it seemed that Simmons on the opposite side was very good. Sure enough, under the leadership of Simmons, they came to the freezer.

Opening the hidden door on the floor, Simmons crawled down and said: "In fact, before this batch of robots came, our seventh district had begun to study aliens for 75 years. Before I was fired. , I went along with the top-secret documents in District 7."

When Song Qingge and the two ship women went down to the basement through the secret door, they saw that the entire basement was full of documents, and an old TV was still showing a video of him and Optimus Prime at the United Nations General Assembly.

"Heh, it seems that you have a lot of research files." Song Qingge flipped through some of the materials before turning over. It was indeed some weird and strange special events.

"Of course." Simmons said triumphantly. Although the seventh district has been revoked, the research results of the seventh district can't be denied by anyone. "We discovered that aliens have actually been to the earth a long time ago, and they have left their own symbols on many great situations in the current world, which are the same as the symbols we saw on the Rubik's Cube at that time."

With that, Simmons climbed to a high place, took out a box, and threw it to Song Qingge. Song Qingge opened it, and it turned out to be the photos in the second part of Transformers.

Simmons climbed down, pointed to the photos and said, "I once begged the seventh district to investigate the content of these photos, but no one paid any attention to my request. Until now, you have come to this world, and then, the seventh district. No, I can’t investigate."

Song Qingge nodded, "These photos are really suspicious. If you want to track down in the future, I can give you the right to let other people on the base, even Autobots, assist you."

Simmons clapped his hands excitedly, "Really? Even if you show up now, you can investigate?"

Song Qingge nodded, "The Autobots have a very long history. Even Optimus Prime has not understood it until now. Therefore, it is good for anyone to investigate this in depth. But..."

Simmons' face changed, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Qingge smiled and said, "But you have to do your job well before doing these explorations."

"Your job?" Simmons was taken aback, "Oh...is it just about building a website?"

"Bingo, this is it." Song Qingge said with a smile, "This is your homepage, and others are at most sideline jobs, understand?"

Simmons nodded, "Yes, boss."

Song Qingge looked around for a week, pointed to these materials and said, "Are you planning to take all these away?"

Simmons nodded, "These are the hard work of us and our predecessors, I don't want to give up."

Song Qingge smiled and nodded to North Carolina. With a wave of North Carolina's hand, all the files in the whole house, including the old TV, disappeared.

This hand stunned Simmons, Song Qingge smiled and patted him, "Relax, you will see more bizarre things in the future."

Simmons shrugged, stopped and glanced at the empty basement, then climbed up with Song Qingge and others, and started packing.