In the afternoon, as soon as Duchamp finished his witches' class, he hurried back to the spring house.

Goode, with three little ones, was painting the model of the rider in the yard.

This is not a pure tin toy, it also acts as an antenna to enhance the power of the "roast chicken". Now, the machine with automatic reporting is in a secret room in the basement, along with two more, one in Julay and one at the Polaris headquarters in Pvenis.

Goode was happily brushing when he suddenly saw a light in the yard come on. He quickly wiped his hands and ran to the basement.

Duchamp stood in front of the receiver, reading the contents of the telegram that had been transmitted.

This is the time that Duchamp and Gavin have agreed to contact, and if there is no accident, they will both exchange messages on Saturday night.

The message was long and clearly not an ordinary greeting.

"Recently I had a clue that popped into me. The gangster who was shot dead by my father on the spot, maybe his accomplices would have buried him in a formal cemetery instead of hastily still feeding the wolves in the wild.

I checked the records of all the nearby cemeteries, and I found something. The city church of Julay recorded the burial of a man that day.

The old man who guarded the cemetery recalled that a strange man came to the cemetery in the middle of the night with the corpse and gave him a sum of money to choose a wide tomb to collect the dead.

After getting this information, I immediately went to secretly excavate this grave, and the body of the deceased was already **, but it can be determined that it was killed by the highlanders' combat skills. They did not bury him in any field, but took him to the best cemetery in the city of Julai for burial in such a grand manner.

Judging from his dress, there is no doubt that he is a hunter or a wandering warrior. There was nothing of value in the tomb, except for a weapon that may have been used by the deceased during his lifetime.

In addition to this, I found something special in the cracks of the deceased's rotting clothes.

Although it was rotten, it was still possible to tell that it was a small volume of a general cashier from the Julay Commercial Bank, a fixed-amount cash check from the local bank that could be exchanged for a mira at any time, the stamp and handwriting on the note were blurred, and the bank refused to check the records of several years ago, saying that all customer information and transaction records were confidential.

In addition, I also found another vague clue from the exchange.

I hope you and Goodman are well, I think I can make a breakthrough in the near future. ”

After reading it, Duchamp tore the note from the printer and handed it to Goode.

Then, he sat down in front of the typewriter and quickly typed a line of information.

After pressing the send button, the transmitter automatically recognizes this line of information, encrypts it, and sends it out.

"What did you write?"

"Get out of the way, hurry up and get what he's found to Rure. Whether it's that weapon or that roll of bills, it can be reproduced and tested in the laboratory. ”

Goode's eyes lit up at once.

"Then you can see the name and stamp of the ticket issuer!"

"That's right!"

The two were high-fived in celebration, and the communication light came on again.

It should be called back.

Goode walked quickly to the transceiver and saw that the printer was slowly typing out a line.

"What do you mean, Styry, Goethe brought you three baskets full of fruit from Pvennes."

Hearing this code, the corners of Duchamp's mouth couldn't help but hook, Goethe meant that the big order of three thousand wild wolves had been negotiated.

He hurriedly called Goethe back to say that it had been confirmed.

It took a long time for the callback from the road to come, and the content was very simple.

"I'll send it myself!"

This return call made Goode and Duchamp breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, and the road was finally coming back.

The two celebrated for a while, and Goode happily went to tell the others the news, and Duchamp went around the basement and returned to his workshop.

He set up a zero production of 3,000 wild wolves in the guide workbench, and then inquired about the optimization of the production plan.

The guide workbench quickly gave the answer, the internal structure of the wolf zero has been optimized to the best mass production plan, and now if you want to improve the production efficiency of the wolf zero, there is only one way - to manufacture special external production equipment for the wolf zero.

What else is there to say, for the sake of 100 million meters,!

Duchamp ticked the box on the production of plug-in components, and the guide workbench worked excitedly. Duchamp looked at the time it took and went to bed.

Early on Sunday morning, Duchamp lazily listened to the alarm clock and got up to receive the new product of the guide workbench: two small workbenches.

The new workbench does not have a magical storage function, and there is not even an intelligent facility such as a menu system, its intelligence is provided by a small robot, and there are very few tools to match it at present, which can only be used for the processing and assembly of the Wolf Zero tactical power guide, and the production of basic components can only be completed by the mother unit.

However, with two more plug-ins, the mother console only produces core components, and the output of the Wolf Zero type immediately went up.

With three workstations and space for stacking raw materials and semi-finished products, the private workshop, which used to be quite luxurious, suddenly became crowded.

The three workbenches started work together, and suddenly the small workbench began to work, with a lot of noise and vibration. Duchamp hesitated, but decided to go ahead with the plan.

These two small workbenches should also be named, what should they be called? Is it called a cold name like Desk No. 1 and No. 2?

He rolled his eyes and decided that the eldest was called Huzi, the second was called Leopard, and as for their mother, it was called the table.

Of course, this name is not blind, it is two majestic cats raised by the neighbors in the previous life who dared to bully the pug.

Meow, that's a good idea.

After he re-set the work plan, he was happy to see that the production efficiency had become 10 per hour, and one plus two was really greater than three, quack!

With three tables operating together, the cycle time has been reduced from 1,000 hours to 300 hours.

Duchamp crossed his feet and happily calculated the account: there were still 22 days of school holidays, and as long as he herded the sheep on these two small guide workbenches, he would come back to work two or three nights a week, plus work all day on weekends, and he would definitely be able to complete 3,000 tasks by the time of the holidays.

Thinking that a wild wolf was a profit of 50,000 yuan, he couldn't help but blossom with joy and sang proudly: "We people, we should be happy today!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Chuck, who got up early to kill the pig, sang loudly in the courtyard: "Youth, like a gust of wind, a gust of wind, a gust of wind!" ”

Little Lori, who was suddenly woken up, protested loudly through the window in dissatisfaction.

Aji, who was practicing in the courtyard, quietly leaned over and asked, "Stellory, are you in love?" ”

Duchamp laughed and said, "Why, people are so tempted?" Are there cute little girls in the school? ”

Aggie said mysteriously, "Didn't you notice that Uncle Chuck has been particularly happy lately?" ”

No, Chuck was in the yard cleaning up the carts that set up the stalls, and at the same time singing unknown ditties loudly.

Duchamp asked Aggie softly: "Look at this posture, Uncle Chuck has a private agreement with that aunt for life?" ”

Aji said with a look of disdain: "It's almost the same! ”

Duchamp raised a middle finger: "This is too undisciplined!" At a glance, you can tell what unsightly things you have done behind our backs. With that, the two of them lay on the railing and laughed.

After laughing enough, Duchamp whispered: "By the way, Aji, these days, we must not let strangers approach our house, let alone let people enter the basement." Not even Millie, they can't. Do you understand? ”

Aji is a very perceptive child, although he is not as big or small as Duchamp on weekdays, he is never sloppy about business, he patted his chest and agreed.