Chapter Eighty-Six: Change

Time flies in the busyness, and Wang Fen then kept kneading the star core, replacing the battery, drinking water, and going to the toilet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The long hours of simple and repetitive physical labor made Wang Fen's thoughts fly in the air, and his mind kept producing fantasies and images, and his consciousness dissipated in the long hours of physical labor.

He was distracted, just like when he was a child, everyone started to take notes, his eyes were still looking straight at the blackboard, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's like daydreaming, his spirit has been completely detached from his body, and his fugue is too empty.

I don't know how long it took, with the sound of the star core in Wang Fen's mind, "The transformation is complete", the green mist in his hand changed from deep to shallow, and finally slowly disappeared, as silent as when it appeared, without a trace.

Wang Fen, who was in a state of distraction, stretched out his left hand and subconsciously touched the left side of the computer desk, but he felt empty.

He mechanically raised his head to the left of the computer desk, where the area that had been filled with batteries to be retrofitted was empty, and to the right, rows of modified batteries were neatly stacked on the right side of the computer desk.

"Why are you dizzy like drinking high, have these been transformed?" Wang Fen, who had not yet eased up, muttered, his mind was still a piece of mush, he had not stayed up all night for several years, he only felt that his head was much heavier than usual, and he felt even more dizzy than he had drunk so much wine two days ago.

After rubbing the shiny bald head with both hands for a while, Wang Fen reacted, before he put 2,000 batteries to be transformed on the left hand side of the computer desk, and now the left side of the table is empty, so it seems that the 2,000 batteries have been transformed.

As long as you persist, the transformation of the battery is not as terrible as imagined, and the transformation of 2,000 batteries is not all completed.

Yawning, Wang Fen opened his mobile phone and looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening of the next day, and before he knew it, he had been transforming for nearly thirty hours in a row.

Thinking that these two thousand batteries would bring him more than two million dollars, Wang Fen had an unreal feeling, as long as he gave these two thousand batteries to Boss Dai tomorrow, he would immediately have more than one million in his account.

From tomorrow onwards, my brother will be a millionaire, and the excited Wang Fen picked up the phone and wanted to tell Boss Dai that the first batch of batteries was ready, but just before pressing the dial button, Wang Fen changed his mind, and he couldn't seem to be too excited and eager, so he had to be calm and peaceful.

Because Wang Fen saw that there were almost fifty missed calls on the mobile phone that he had set to silent, all of which were called by Boss Dai.

After checking the text messages again, Boss Dai and Editor-in-Chief Mo also sent a lot of text messages, telling Wang Fen that the current publicity work is very smooth, and the design and production of battery packaging are also carried out step by step, and the first batch of finished products has been in place, just waiting for Wang Fen's battery.

Wang Fen sent them a text message, which roughly means that he went to a well-guarded place to buy goods before, and he didn't have his mobile phone with him, and now that the first batch of batteries has arrived, he will take it to Boss Dai's house at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, so that everyone can rest assured. But he's about to get on the plane now, so don't call him, it's about to turn off and so on.

After sending it, Wang Fen directly turned off the mobile phone, but after a while, he remembered that the plane could not transport so many batteries at one time, but unfortunately the cowhide had been blown out, and he had to find a way to make a lie tomorrow.

Bragging still has to make a draft, otherwise in order to round a blown cowhide, you have to blow ten cowhides out. Wang Fen reflected deeply, recently he has been bragging more and more casually, this is not a good phenomenon, Boss Dai They are too excited now, they don't care about the logic of his cowhide, and after they calm down and think carefully, there will still be many loopholes.

In the future, bragging should be a little more low-key, and you can't open your mouth to come to this kind of big talk without thinking.

After a profound self-criticism, Wang Fen once again carefully looked at the star core that he had just placed on the table.

Its unsightly star core is really too magical, how many functions it can have, Wang Fen is not clear, but every time it will bring him surprises, sometimes he even feels that the star core is almost omnipotent.

Judging from the appearance, the star core is still the same star core, one side is scorched black, the other side is dark green, in terms of Wang Fen's familiarity with the star core, those scorched black traces on the star core have not changed at all.

The magic of money is so great that it allows him to work tirelessly for nearly thirty hours in a row. Wang Fen remembered that except for the experience of playing games for 30 hours in a row when he was in college, he had not done one thing for so long in a row.

Wang Fen stretched his waist, and then waved his hands to move his arms, to his surprise, although he kneaded the star core for so long, he didn't feel how tired his hands were, but his arms were a little sore.

How can you not feel tired at all, let alone work, ordinary people can't stand it even if they masturbate for so long, Wang Fen looked at his hands a little strangely.

This is a very ordinary pair of sanitation workers' hands, with fat and round fingers, calluses all over every corner, hard and ugly.

If you only look at these hands, it is difficult to imagine that the owner of these hands is a young man who is less than 25 years old.

"The calluses have softened a little bit, and the skin on my fingers seems to have gotten a little better. Although these hands are still very rough, they are softer than before, Wang Fen said excitedly.

Unexpectedly, after pinching the star core for a long time, his hand would become a little softer. Due to perennial physical labor, his palms have formed a thick layer of calluses, although he used to often soak in old vinegar, but still has little effect, the skin of the palms is very hard, so Wang Fen, as a normal man who is single and has no boyfriend, does not masturbate himself, a big reason is because this hand is too hard.

It's not that I don't want to masturbate, it's not that I can't move, it's just that it's like being tortured, and it's really hurt, so Wang Fen still retains a lot of vitality.

"It's just that the nails are a little green. Wang Fen looked at his hands carefully over and over again, and noticed other changes.

"Starcore, the fog you sprayed is so dirty that it turns my nails green. Wang Fen continued to observe while complaining. From a side angle, the edges of his nails seem to glow with a faint green light, much like the zombie hand on TV, which is a terrifying weapon in the middle of the night.

"You humanoid beings are at the bottom end of the brain to the organs. Don't assume that the core of a starship is green just because your eyes are too narrow in the frequency of the spectrum, and don't think that the core of a starship is just spraying just because your eyes don't have enough resolution. Xinghe felt that everything had to be explained to Wang Fen, and he was too tired. And in its opinion, Wang Fen is too lacking in common sense and often makes a fuss.

"Then what color do you say? As a young man who has studied in college and likes to play games, Wang Fen is still very proud of his eyesight if he can maintain normal vision without wearing glasses.

The star core actually said that the color he saw was wrong, and now Wang Fen became interested, what the hell is going on