I sighed for a few minutes outside the huge workshop with a desolate smell, quietly smelling the scent of wild flowers, as for smoking is absolutely impossible, smoking is absolutely forbidden here.

This is the underwater world, the air is very precious, the fresh water resources are very precious, they are all really imported products, how can they toss at will, as long as they smoke, no matter what brand, what grade, all divided by a fine of 10,000 yuan, and investigate the channel to enter Atlantis, where tobacco is an absolutely forbidden item.

Everything that can produce air pollution is something that is restricted in use.

He could only begin to exhale in distress, holding back his craving for cigarettes.

Sometimes people just don't know how ruthless they are, and if they are ruthless to themselves, they may not need to smoke or drink.

Si Fan felt this way, and after a few deep breaths, all the thoughts of wanting to smoke just now disappeared, and he entered the workshop with Li Zhengping beside him.

The workshop is simple and majestic, from the huge ground masonry of seven or eight meters in length and irregular ground masonry, you can know how much effort it takes here, in ancient times, even if it is built on the ground at any cost, it is necessary to pay a huge price.

"This is the inside of the workshop, and now there are more than a dozen merchants in their respective industries, some of whom you can't imagine. Si Fan walked to the workshop with Li Zhengping with a mysterious smile, and looked at a huge factory building, which was completely empty, and the empty factory seemed a little bleak.

Li Zhengping looked enviously at the distance where there was a workshop that had started, and there was a burst of steel knocking sound in the workshop, which was very rhythmic.

"The sound of metal coming from the workshop here won't affect the ecological balance, right?" Li Zhengping was the first to ask.

Si Fan smiled faintly: "Don't worry, the sound here will quickly reduce the noise when it reaches the area closest to the edge, and if you want to penetrate the sound of the glass wall, I'm afraid you will have to blow up a little boy."

The little boy was the naughty egg that was detonated in Hiroshima back then.

Li Zhengping shuddered, he never thought that Skynet Group had thought about it so thoroughly, so it seems that the investment of Tianwang Group here is not a day or two of consideration, and the plan is probably so detailed that ordinary people look cumbersome.

"Alright, let's go in and see the geniuses, they are the young people I like, a group of real geniuses. Si Fan walked over slowly with Li Zhengping

The factory building is very large, and those who have not entered it cannot imagine how empty the factory building is when the machines are moved, and there is an echo in any word, and there is nothing else to see except the quaint ground in the place where the eye sees.

Here you can imagine yourself as a robot to your heart's content.

And when they walked to a long distance in front, they could vaguely see the factory in the distance, because there is only one gate more than three meters high between the two factories, and this gate can still be moved, and the two factories can finally be opened, and they can also directly transport things over.

Very convenient.

Si Fan took Li Zhengping close here, and Li Zhengping was surprised to find a man quietly walking out of the workshop opposite.

No, it should be a boy with pimples and dark brown scars on his face, he held a mirror to himself, and the long needle in his hand looked terrifying, and pierced his head.

Next, Si Fan and Li Zhengping were both a little disgusted, and after this guy actually pierced it, he scraped out a layer of fat from his head with the thing behind the long needle.

Well, if an ordinary person just sees it that way, but knows what it is, it's even more disgusting.

"Zhang Xiaofan, are you such a waste of time if you don't go to work?" Si Fan said inwardly.

Zhang Xiaofan, who was squeezing the acne scar, was smart, and he trembled, and suddenly blood flowed.

Now Si Fan and Li Zhengping are worried, don't be excited about this guy, don't do anything about yourself.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Si Fan with tears in his eyes: "Principal, let's not bring this, who doesn't have a youth, I have a pimple, you still scare me, really!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Suddenly, the laughter was continuous, and all that was left was laughter, and they almost laughed out of breath.

The people in the workshop inside no longer continued to work, but stopped the machine, and then rushed out to look at Zhang Xiaofan.

Li Zhengping should be surprised now, this group of people are all little radish heads, probably teenagers, their faces are full of childishness, ninety percent of the people in the group are full of pimples, and there are two little guys who still have a little hoarseness in their voices.

It's very simple, people are in the period of changing voices!

Si Fan looked at them, and the smile on his face became even bigger

No, it should be a boy with pimples and dark brown scars on his face, he held a mirror to himself, and the long needle in his hand looked terrifying, and pierced his head.

Next, Si Fan and Li Zhengping were both a little disgusted, and after this guy actually pierced it, he scraped out a layer of fat from his head with the thing behind the long needle.

Well, if an ordinary person just sees it that way, but knows what it is, it's even more disgusting.

"Zhang Xiaofan, are you such a waste of time if you don't go to work?" Si Fan said inwardly.

Zhang Xiaofan, who was squeezing the acne scar, was smart, and he trembled, and suddenly blood flowed.

Now Si Fan and Li Zhengping are worried, don't be excited about this guy, don't do anything about yourself.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Si Fan with tears in his eyes: "Principal, let's not bring this, who doesn't have a youth, I have a pimple, you still scare me, really!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Suddenly, the laughter was continuous, and all that was left was laughter, and they almost laughed out of breath.

The people in the workshop inside no longer continued to work, but stopped the machine, and then rushed out to look at Zhang Xiaofan.

Li Zhengping should be surprised now, this group of people are all little radish heads, probably teenagers, their faces are full of childishness, ninety percent of the people in the group are full of pimples, and there are two little guys who still have a little hoarseness in their voices.

It's very simple, people are in the period of changing voices!

Si Fan looked at them, and the smile on his face became even bigger