Chapter 155: Saving 700 Lives, Winning 4,900 Level Floating Slaughter

By the time Feng Shaobao and the others returned to the hotel, there were already people waiting for them, and judging from the formation of the two rows of solemn bodyguards, the number of people waiting for them was definitely not small. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Mr. Li has been waiting for you for a long time. ā€

A woman in the uniform of a hotel lobby manager, speaking fluent Chinese, led Feng Shaobao and them to a reception room.

As soon as Feng Shaobao and the others entered the reception room, they saw a figure standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door.

Not far from that figure stood a man and a woman, both of whom wore the same black leather gloves, and their faces generally did not have any expression, they should be personal bodyguards and other figures.

"Mr. Li, they've arrived. The female manager said something Korean to the figure.

Mr. Li turned around, a young man with a white face and a pair of rimless glasses, he glanced at Feng Shaobao and several people, smiled, and asked in Chinese, which was not particularly fluent: "Why, there is one less person?"

Feng Shaobao said: "Are you talking about passing by the eldest brother? He is not a member of our team. ā€

The team leader explained, "Mr. Passing by is a college student who came to Korea for tourism, and we happened to meet on the plane. Because I heard that we were going to participate in the robot soccer competition, I specially asked us to take him in to have a look, and now I guess I will go somewhere else. ā€

Mr. Li nodded and said, "In that case, we don't have to wait for him." Let me introduce myself, my name is Lee Ji-jae, and I work for Samsung, hmm...... I came to you this time to learn more about your robots. ā€

The team leader asked, "Do you want to buy our robot?"

Lee Ji-jae hurriedly asked, "If you are willing to sell, then it will naturally be better." ā€

The team leader turned around and waved his hand, and several other people put the boxes in their hands on the ground, and the team leader said, "It's all here, Mr. Li, you can take a look." ā€

The team leader said that he asked his companion to open the box, and Lee Ji-jae was stunned on the spot when he saw the contents of the box.

Where is there a "speed robot 50 years ahead of the times" in the box, that is, three boxes of ordinary wood chips, wooden blocks, wooden sticks, some steel wires, iron nails and other things.

It can be seen that these things are indeed parts of the five "speed robots", but it is completely impossible to see the slightest temperament of their "world wave".

"As you can see, Mr. Li, these five robots are actually disposable robots," the team leader explained, "and after they complete their mission, they will immediately return to their original state and cannot be reassembled." ā€

Lee Ji Jae squatted down, picked up the wooden block and looked at it carefully for a while, then threw the wooden block back, stood up and looked at the team leader, and said, "Then I don't know the technology to make this robot......

The team leader shook his head, "We don't know how to make this disposable robot, it was a Taoist priest from Youfang who gave them to us." ā€

"Daoist?" Li Zhizai frowned.

The team leader said seriously: "Yes, he gave us these five robots, let us participate in the competition to win prizes, and nothing else has to say." ā€

Lee Ji-jae: Does "......" treat me like a three-year-old?

"Mr. Li, do you still want to buy this robot? If you still insist on buying it, give a symbolic two hundred and fifty dollars. The team leader said.

"Then you don't need to, after all, someone else gave you something. Lee Ji-jae forced a smile, "I will do this today, and I will not continue to disturb you." ā€

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out with his own steps, and as soon as he went out, his face sank.

"Mr. Li, do you want to go to China to find that Taoist priest now?" asked a person next to him.

Lee Ji-jae stopped and turned his head to look at the person who asked the question, his eyes cold and terrifying.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lee, I shouldn't have talked too much. The man hurriedly bowed and apologized.

Lee Ji-jae snorted and continued to walk towards the door. What a joke, those Chinese obviously made up a Taoist lie to fool him, not wanting to reveal the robot technology, and as a result, someone is so ignorant, which pot does not mention which pot.

......

"You Fang Taoist" Guo Dalu has already embarked on the flight back to China at this time, he deliberately made a high-profile this time, made five shocking wooden robots, in addition to attracting the attention of people in the cultivation world, there is also a momentary itch, by the way, to let the world marvel at the "Made in China" ingredients.

As for whether he will be targeted by the relevant departments, it should be a problem that a certain "Taoist priest" or passing classmates should worry about, and it has nothing to do with him Guo Dalu.

Of course, in the next period of time, Feng Shaobao and they will also receive the attention and even interview of some inexplicable people, but as long as they insist on pushing the pot on the "disposable robot" and the "You Fang Taoist", those people are basically helpless.

After returning to China, Guo Dalu went to school, ran a grocery store, and practiced the essence chapter, and then waited for the cultivators to find him.

As a result, after waiting for two weeks, the shadow of half of the cultivators did not wait, but unexpectedly waited for Wukong's WeChat reply: "Recently, because of raising Tianma to be fat, Mu Dexingjun praised two sentences when he came to inspect, and the supervisors discussed arranging a banquet to celebrate the old grandson." ā€

Guo Dalu suddenly thought of something and asked, "Wukong, are you just going to take the opportunity to make trouble at this banquet?"

Sun Wukong: "That's right. ā€

Guo Dalu didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to reply: "Come on, everything goes well." ā€

After a long while, Wukong replied, "Actually, it's none of your business, Brother Dalu...... In the future, continue to exchange merit points for red envelopes. ā€

Guo Dalu looked at the words "Brother Dalu", and felt a little emotion in his heart, and he didn't pay special attention to the meaning of the previous sentence, and replied: "Okay." ā€

......

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday night, and Guo Dalu was going to go to the grocery store to practice all night as usual, but he had just finished a round of meditation when his mobile phone suddenly rang.

In the quiet of night, the ringing of mobile phones is always very loud.

Guo Dalu took the mobile phone and saw that it was Xu Xiaohan calling, speaking of which, he hadn't contacted this beautiful instructor for a while.

Guo Dalu swiped the answer button to connect.

"Hey Dalu-san, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, do you have time to come to the girls' dormitory now? One of my roommates accidentally fell off the bed and is lying on the ground and can't move......

Xu Xiaohan's tone on the phone was very anxious.

"I'll be there soon. ā€

Guo Dalu bounced off the futon lightly as he spoke, first came to the medicine cabinet, took a few medicinal herbs, and then shook his body, and the person had disappeared from the store.

"Bang!"

When the sound of closing the door sounded, Guo Da passerby had already left Xueer Square.

Saving people is like fighting fire, in the dark night, Guo Dalu's body method unfolded, pulling out a fleeting black line.

Three minutes later, Guo Dalu appeared in Xu Xiaohan's bedroom, Xu Xiaohan didn't have time to shock the speed of his arrival, and hurriedly took him to save people.

"Are you still conscious?" Guo Dalu asked casually as he squatted down next to the girl in her pajamas.

"It's a bit of a trance. Xu Xiaohan said worriedly.

Guo Dalu quickly made a diagnosis for the girl, then took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out some powder and blew it into the girl's nose.

"Senior Sister Xiaohan, you can help make a floor shop next to it. Guo Dalu instructed while helping the girl massage.

Xu Xiaohan pulled down his bedding and laid it out, and was about to turn around and ask Guo Dalu if he wanted to help carry people, but was surprised to find that Guo Dalu was holding Pan Hui to move her to the ground.

"How do you feel now?" asked Guo Dalu softly.

"Painful ......," Pan Hui replied painfully, her consciousness already sober.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Back. ā€

"Hmm. Guo Dalu nodded and asked again, "Do you know what your name is?"

"Pan Hui. ā€

"Do you know Xu Xiaohan?"

"Roommate ......"

"Okay, Pan Hui, don't be afraid, you have a little injury on your back now, and there is nothing serious. ā€

Guo Dalu said, sending a warm breath to Pan Hui's back through the palm of his hand.

Pan Hui breathed a long sigh of relief.

Guo Dalu handed the medicinal materials to Xu Xiaohan and said, "Senior Sister Xiaohan, you boiled these medicines with a rice cooker." ā€

"Good. Xu Xiaohan took the medicinal herbs and turned around to find a pot to cook.

Guo Dalu consciously chatted with Pan Hui, and asked in a casual tone: "Pan Hui, where are you from?"

"Tiannan. ā€

"Oh, then have you heard of Bai Gu Lou?"

"Innocent Mountain White Gu Building?"

"Yes. Guo Dalu didn't expect her to actually hear it.

"You know, it's only five or six miles from my hometown. ā€

Guo Dalu nodded.

Pan Hui continued: "There has been a plague in my hometown recently, and more than 700 people in the village have all contracted a strange disease, and I accidentally fell out of bed because I was worried about it. ā€

Guo Dalu's heart moved when he heard this, "Is there a doctor in the past?"

Pan Hui shook her head slightly, her tone was a little helpless, "Because my hometown is located in a remote area, superstitious thoughts are a bit heavy, they are collectively sick this time, and they feel that the great witch god is punishing them, and they dare not see a doctor......"

"That's right. Guo Dalu had already guessed that Bai Zhang was making trouble behind his back, and when he calculated the time, exactly half a month had passed, and this should be the question he gave himself.

"By the way, your medical skills are so good, can you help my hometown find a way?"

When Pan Hui just fell to the ground, she felt that she could hardly hold on, but she was casually treated by the big boy in front of her, as if she had recovered halfway, so she judged that the other party's medical skills must be very powerful.

"Of course," Guo Dalu replied seriously, "As the saying goes, saving one life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and saving seven hundred lives is winning a four-thousand-nine hundred-level floating slaughter, so I will definitely help with this favor." ā€