Driving out to dig treasure is the second thing that fat people feel happy about besides eating.

There are countless treasures hidden in the garbage star. Not everyone can dig it. The premise is to have the eye to recognize real gold. Those things that can be seen as valuable objects at a glance will not be thrown away.

Treasure hunting, treasure digging, a rare joy in life.

In his private room, in addition to the bed where he slept, it basically became a storage point for all kinds of metal parts. Many of them were black, covered with thick oil moss, and some even had rust stains, and he hadn't had time to clean them up yet. The house was filled with the smell of rust and oil. But for fat people, it smells better than perfume.

Parts of different materials are cleaned in different ways, and they cannot be cleaned with water or oil. Whether you use a soft cloth or a fine sandpaper or coarse sandpaper, or an iron rag, you have to carry it clearly. It's a delicate job that takes a lot of time.

It's not good-looking, but these things are treasures in his eyes. In the past, it had to cost a lot of money to get it.

If you can have these parts when you make "Black Kong". All aspects of performance will definitely go to the next level.

Every time he filled the carriage and pulled it back, his cheap master had a mockery on his face.

The fat man doesn't care, he enjoys it.

He knew that the cheap master had a treasure trove. But he was never allowed to enter, always saying that it was not time.

The fat man gambled in his heart, and I built a treasure trove myself.

The planet is full of metal garbage, and I can't believe I can't find a baby that makes you red-eyed.

In fact, many of the so-called garbage are outdated products that have been replaced and eliminated. It's just a little old, and it's not really waste. The value of recyclability is huge.

It's just that people nowadays are high-minded, vain, impetuous, and arrogant. You can't find the true value of it.

In addition, he has a lot of money, likes the new and hates the old, and with a wave of his hand, he says that he doesn't want to throw it away. The people below are dumping thousands of tons into the garbage star. A large part of the waste of resources often reported by the Union Economic Times is caused by these people.

The fat man really can't figure it out. It's a gem for mechanics, so why hasn't anyone been here for decades?

When the large transport plane was dumped at a low altitude, did it never think of landing to see?

Are all the mechanical maintenance masters blind? The wealth is so thick that you don't care about the gold leaking between your fingers?

The fat man once asked the master with this question.

The fat old man, who was in the treasure trove at the time and didn't know what to do, pulled the door and said, "idiot", and then slammed the door shut and continued to work secretly.

The fat man is outside the door, and the second monk is confused, who is the idiot of the master scolding? Is it him, or the dumb mechanics?

In the future, he will never ask this stupid question again.

In case the "idiot" scolded by the master is him, wouldn't it be too low IQ.

One humiliating thing is enough, and if you don't remember it, it's stupid.

……

In addition to training, homework should be done. The fat man devoted all his attention to digging treasures.

There were more and more things piling up in the room, and each time he brought back less and less.

can understand the change from quantity to quality, and the children can be taught.

The master's gaze also began to change from the original disdain and ridicule to gratification, and became more and more satisfied.

The old and the young also began formal exchanges and discussions on treasure digging. I went out to hunt for treasures many times.

The fat man found that the cheap master's vision was really not an ordinary thief, and he was extremely vicious. The shot is very sophisticated.

And it's very purposeful. Unlike fat people, they want to pull everything home, and they are reluctant to throw away anything that catches their eyes.

Now he has made a lot of progress, but compared with his master, he is still too small and lacks an atmosphere.

The master has a saying that is very right, you must not be fascinated by the flowers, you must ensure that your mood is calm at all times, and hunting for treasures in the garbage heap is like picking up leaks in the antique market. One looks at eyesight, and the other depends on luck.

The fat man took the master's words as a golden rule, and the level of digging treasures became higher and higher.

I set off at eight o'clock in the morning, and it was almost ten o'clock when I arrived at No. 154 garbage mountain.

Mountains of garbage hundreds of meters high reflect a dazzling and colorful light when the sun shines.

In the distance, you can only see a piece of light, and if you get closer, you can feel the blazing heat emitted by the metal.

The fat man wore a straw hat with a large brim buttoned on his head, inky goggles, asbestos gloves, and thick-soled boots with steel plates on the soles.

With his hands on his hips, he stood down and looked at the "mountain" in high spirits.

At this time, he is always full of anticipation. I hope there will be a surprise this time as well.

Where did the last thing he found come from......

Look around for ...... Well, there it is!

It is about three or four hundred meters away from here, halfway up the mountain. Because the color of that object is pitch black, I don't know what material it is, it doesn't reflect light. Therefore, in this place where the dazzling light that refracts white everywhere seems abrupt and dazzling.

I'm here for it today, and I have to see what it is. The fat man used his hands and feet at the same time, and crawled directly towards the target.

Countless metal parts piled up on top of each other come in all shapes and sizes. There are a lot of sharp edge splinters and edges, and if you are not careful, you will cut your pants and hurt your skin. So the fat man does not crawl fast. It took almost twenty minutes to climb to the place.

When he came closer, the fat man's eyes lit up, and he couldn't control the excitement in his heart.

Because this black thing is an arm. The arms of the mech. The exposed part is more than two meters high, and the five fingers are spread out, reaching straight into the sky. It's like asking God for something.

The fat man circled around the thick arm several times, and his mouth was amazed. The eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

He paid special attention to the manipulator. The workmanship is fine and the degree of simulation is extremely high. Every joint between the palms and fingers is meticulously crafted. The craftsmanship of miniature composite armor on the palm of the hand has reached an amazing level.

He had been exposed to the most advanced ninth-generation mecha design materials in the seventh training room. The lightweight of the armor is at the research stage. There has been no final breakthrough yet. And this distinction in front of me has clearly reached that point, and even surpassed.

But how is this possible?

Junk Planet has been around for more than a hundred years. Which of the super-large garbage mountains on top of this has not been piled up in thirty or fifty years. How can there be anything in this that is beyond today's technology?

But in other aspects, the fat man doesn't dare to say, he is definitely half an expert in things related to mechas, and he still has a guaranteed eyesight.

Anyway, dig him out first.

Do it when you think of it, crouch there and start to do it.

The further he digged, the more surprised he became, and began to be ecstatic, and his heart couldn't help pounding. Because this guy is greater than his likeness, and he is more complete.

Under the blazing sun, on a huge metal mountain that radiates dazzling light, a small figure is busy like a mouse.

Exposed to strong sunlight and hot metal, the fat man seemed to stay in a steamer, and sweat droplets formed a stream of water flowing down his head, face and neck.

Fortunately, in the past six months, his physique has greatly improved in all aspects. Otherwise, he would have been working non-stop for three hours in a row, and he would really be a little unbearable.

Halfway up the mountain of garbage he dug a huge hole. The swarthy mech was almost fully revealed. It's just that it's still buried below the waist.

It's just too big. The size of this part of the excavation is more than seventeen or eighteen meters. If all of them are excavated, the most conservative estimate of the height of this behemoth will be about twenty-three or four meters.

The fat man pulled out a bottle of water from his backpack. Take a break while you're drinking water. Look up at the big guy.

From the moment he excavated, he didn't know how many times he had been amazed, but now he couldn't help but marvel again.

This mecha is simply a masterpiece of God.

The angular face shape is like a knife cutting an axe. It has human-like facial features and blue eyes. The eyebrow arch, eye sockets, cheekbones, nose bridge, upper and lower jaws, and chin are all carefully carved, and you can see the superb skill of manual hammering and forging.

Look down your neck. The fat man's heart twitched, and he cursed the ruthless bastard a thousand times.

The left shoulder, left arm, and half of the cockpit were cut off. Half of his body is missing, and there are traces of melting and cooling in the huge gap, and it looks complete from the waist down, but it has not been completely dug out, and the fat man has no score in his heart.

Pray God, I hope it doesn't break again.

In this way, if it can be repaired, it will definitely be a long-term project.

This mech was not of any model he had ever known. Whether it can be repaired, and how to fix it, must be carefully and comprehensively examined.

It's going to be a lot of work, and the fat man himself has no confidence, so he has to pull his cheap master.

After another hour or so, the mech was completely dug up. Thankfully, the waist down is intact. There are multiple friction marks on the legs, but they are completely negligible.

Looking up at this behemoth, the fat man had regret in his heart, but more satisfaction. Very satisfying. His face bloomed with joy.

But soon it was tangled again. How should this big guy get it back? Just more than 20 meters tall, it is roughly estimated to weigh more than 20 tons.

Ask the master for help and see if he can do anything.

Climbed out of the bottom of the pit and descended the mountain of garbage. Contact the master through the communicator in the car.

The tone is very exaggerated, praising the big guy to the sky.

The fat old man is also a person who is very obsessed with mechas, and he didn't believe it at first, until the fat man swore an oath, and he agreed to come here.

In the afternoon, he arrived in an extended truck.

After seeing the black mecha standing halfway up the mountain, which seemed to be able to absorb all the light, a strange light burst into his eyes.

Rao couldn't help but make waves with his calm and sophisticated state of mind.

In a serious tone, he said to the fat man: "You dodge, stay away, I'll go up and get him down." ”

"Master, what's the matter? Don't need my help? ”

"No, just stay away and watch. Little fat man, your luck is really ......"

The fat old man didn't finish his words, so he didn't say anything. But looking at the jealousy on his face, the fat man was very happy.

Be obedient and hide away.

Watching the fat old man climb the mountain with vigorous skills. With its arms outstretched, like a big bird, it was extremely fast. I don't see that he is an old man who is old and obese.

The fat man smacked his lips, this quality, he couldn't beat the horse.

The next moment, however, his eyes widened and his mouth opened in an "O" shape, and he froze there.