Chapter 121: Dancing

The old man jumped up on the spot: "Five folds!" It's a shame for what you said! ”

The only solution is to borrow money, Chen Fang doesn't like to borrow money, and he can't find anyone to borrow money, this money is not painful for nobles, and it is not a small amount for mercenaries, he can only listen quietly.

After a storm, the old man gradually calmed down: "You sincerely want this mecha, we might as well make a deal." You teach me to install two engines for Wolf Warrior, and I'll give you a 50% discount on the Wind Whisperer. ”

Chen Fang was surprised: "Is this okay?" ”

There was no turning back when he opened the bow, and since the old man spit out deliciously, he would not give up easily, and said angrily: "Four folds." ”

Chen Fang hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean that. ”

The old man did not relent: "Three folds." ”

Chen Fang dispelled the idea of explaining: "Three folds will be three folds." ”

Chen Fang's original intention was to be willing to exchange, and the mecha was still bought at full price, and only the old man needed to be accommodating, and the insufficient money made him owe it first and pay it back later. However, the old man's attitude is so resolute, it is estimated that he is not short of money, so there is no need to save it for him, and with this craft, he can get back the money he paid in advance.

Chen Fang didn't expect that this technology would not only allow the old man to get back the money, but also make a lot of money, he underestimated the old man's energy, and he couldn't imagine the popularity of the wolf warrior, and it was a top mecha at the public level, there was no replacement problem, who wouldn't want to add an engine to their beloved mecha? Compared to this market, the Wolf Warriors sold every day can be completely ignored.

Of course, the old man's original intention of the exchange was not to make money, he had been a mecha maintenance master for half his life, and he made a lot of money, and it was useless to keep it if he had no children or daughters.

The old man doesn't have any hobbies, he likes to delve into mechas, and the maintainer is full of spirit in the eyes of the layman, in fact, he just relies on driving to eat, like this top-notch technology, he can't even stand the edge, there is a possibility of getting it, of course he won't let it go, but he also knows that this kind of technology that can only be mastered by senior data engineers can not be bought with money, if it weren't for Chen Fang's difficulties, he probably wouldn't have the courage to open his mouth.

Chen Fang was not in the mood to teach an old man who was over half a hundred years old to be a data master, so he made a simple driver card and handed it to the old man, even if it was a mistake, with this driver card, the old man could install two engines for any wolf warrior, but it was limited to the wolf warrior, different mechas, and the driver program was not the same.

The money and goods were cleared, Chen Fang became the owner of the wind talker as he wished, of course, all this happened after his test drive, and in the process of test driving, he had to listen to the old man's nagging, and he learned a lot of knowledge.

Compared to the merit value, the seriously high price of the Windtalker is a common problem with high-end mechs.

The ridiculously high price comes first from its material, the rare ore required to make this mecha alone, the purchase price is a staggering amount, and it is not something that can be bought with money, this high price makes the weight of the Windtalker less than one-ninth of the ordinary Strike Mecha, but the strength is enough to resist the cluster shooting of the Widow Maker, from the perspective of impact resistance, the Windtalker is by no means inferior to the Warden of the Fire Bull, of course, the above inference is based on the premise of not considering the mecha.

As its owner, it is natural to enjoy a different lightness, if the mecha is compared to clothing, the ordinary mecha is a heavy cotton coat, and the wind whisperer is a close-fitting silk shirt.

Unique technology is also a factor that constitutes a high price, and the major forces have their own scientific research teams, but the results are strictly secret, and can only be applied in high-end mechas.

Such a mecha is destined to not be mass-produced, and rarity becomes a strong support for the price, and the mecha master will have a strange sense of satisfaction, thinking that this mecha is truly his own.

Surprisingly, the Wind Whisperer did not have the original weapon, but was equipped with a short gun, which was not as powerful as the widow maker, but it was not much weaker, and it seemed that the degree of compatibility between the two was quite good, which could save Chen Fang a sum of money, although the old man gave three folds, the Wind Whisperer still made his savings seriously shrink.

A week later, forget about the worries, the gothic music was replaced by gentle dance music, and Chen Fang's dancing posture was already similar, which was Linny's face, and the boss agreed to play the dance music during the day.

During the course of the week, the brothers of the mercenary group took turns to give directions, especially the Thunderbolt Bee and the Fire Ox, who not only taught their dancing skills, but were also willing to sacrifice their hue to be Chen's dance partners.

It's pitiful, after the merger, the two of them seem to have become the weakest members of the mercenary group, and the super dazzling dance skills they have practiced for many years are the only capital they can show off, how can there be any reason not to work hard.

"Ugly words come to the front, friends return to friends, if you touch my ass, don't blame me for turning my face." Before the music started, Huo Niu reminded him very seriously that he had a loud voice, for fear that Chen Fang would not be able to hear it, and he spoke with a roar, and a thunderous sound resounded throughout the dance floor.

Susan at the bar couldn't be happier.

After turning around, when she hugged her dance partner from behind, she gently stroked her partner's buttocks with her fingers, this small action was harmless and full of beauty, which she deliberately taught Chen Fang, and she laughed even more exaggerated when she thought of Yao Jia's annoyed look when she was attacked when she danced with Yao Jia last night.

Not only Susan, everyone added their own small actions of comprehension in the process of teaching, especially the thunderbolt bee and the fire cow, the two of them have perfect dance skills, and they have long sublimated the process of dancing from pickling girls to enjoyment, because everyone is doing this, so they will not break it, and they know each other.

Poor Chen Fang didn't know it, and thought that those small movements were the standard procedures for dancing, and they were meticulously executed, and they would never be discounted.

"Would you like to give you a wheat? I'm here to dance, and I'm not interested in your ass. Chen Fang seriously emphasized that stroking a man's buttocks is not a wonderful thing, not to mention that the fire bull is a man, even if she is a woman, Chen Fang will never invite a woman with such an alternative figure to dance, let alone rub oil.

Having said that, Chen Fang likes to dance with the fire ox, dancing with the fire ox like an iron tower, which consumes a lot of physical energy, and his original intention of dancing is to exercise, dance a song with the fire ox, and the effect is better than dancing three songs with the thunderbolt bee.

At the end of the song, Chen Fang was panting like a cow, and his forehead was crowded with fine beads of sweat.

"I'll teach you a hand, too." Anson, who had been watching from the sidelines for a whole week, put down his wine glass, and when it came to dancing, his tricks were no less than those of the thunderbolt bees, and it was inevitable that there would be some itching skills after appreciating it, especially after seeing Chen Fang's clumsy dancing, he couldn't bear it anymore.

However, Anson was not supposed to be Chen's dance partner, and whistled to Susan.

"Dancing is a game for two people, the steps are important but not everything, the important thing is how you feel about each other, so your dance partner must be a woman, of course, there are exceptions, unless you like men.

Your eyes should be fixed on the woman you love, and you will not be reluctant to remove it for a moment, but you must not laugh. Anson blinked in the commentary.

Chen Fang didn't understand what that feeling was for a while, but the level of the dog man and woman was indeed extraordinary, the momentum became different, and the music had not yet begun, and the eyes of the two gave people a stunning feeling, looking at each other like lovers, and Anson, who made a gentleman's face, did not have the slightest expression, but clearly expressed the theme of lust.

Masculine without losing femininity, elegant dance steps like flowing water. An excellent dancer must be a person with a very coordinated body, especially the kung fu under his feet, which is dazzling.

Bringing this lightness to the battle, the effect may be very strong, Chen Fang came up with a strange idea.

The mecha division has many fixed footwork, and the so-called footwork is not how magical it is in actual combat, but nothing more than a way of moving that is conducive to combat, making the movement of the mecha division more rapid and flexible.

Of course, footwork can make rookies get started quickly, plus routines, and they will soon be able to fight rigidly, but it also limits the changes of the mecha in battle, once it is bound by footwork, it can't fight unrestrained, so in the battle of the master, there are almost no traces of footwork.

The dancers are different, there are no restrictions in the dance steps, only light swaying, and Chen Fang firmly believes that excellent dancers are not inferior to mecha masters in terms of flexibility under their feet.

Chen Fang was very puzzled, Anson, who has super dazzling dance steps, is like a duck when fighting? He decided to give it a try and bring the dance moves he had learned to the battle.

"Don't get distracted." Anson, like the other mechs, fights and dances, his hands have already touched Susan's buttocks, and his nose is buried deep in Susan's hair, as if he is greedily smelling the fragrance.

The same small action, performed by Anson, not only does not feel obscene, but it is extraordinarily free and easy, full of manly flavor.

"You must not let the other person feel that you are just trying to rub oil, you have to convince her that you are going to possess her, let her see your determination, and tell her with your eyes that her buttocks are the reason for your life. Women don't like to be rubbed with oil, they like to be possessed. Anson's hard-working demonstration and commentary made people suddenly enlightened, not to mention that Chen magnified his eyes, and even the thunderbolt bees also benefited a lot, and admired the five-body throw.

"So your motivation is still to rub oil." Susan turned her head in disgust and bit Anson's neck.

The screams pierced the beautiful dance music, and the onlookers all quietly sighed, and they didn't know if it was because it was too hot, or if it was because Anson was in pain.

"I was murdered only by teaching you to dance, so I have to make up for it, and borrow your wind talker to experience it." Anson showed the neat tooth marks on his neck, and asked for compensation with a sad face, although the Wind Whisperer did not match his style, but as a mercenary, Anson's obsession with mecha was by no means weaker than the requirements for women, and it was not surprising that he wanted to experience it.

Although he questioned whether his teaching was an ulterior motive, Chen Fang still appreciated it and nodded in response.

Dancing is a game for men and women, and with Anson's teachings, the fire bull and the thunderbolt bee no longer want to betray their hue. Of the women present, Susan was the best to speak, but she was angry at the moment. Yao Jia only encountered a hip attack last night, and it was boring to find her, because Chen Fang had just finished watching An Xun's performance, and he was also inspired a lot, but he couldn't find a dance partner and was helpless.

"Why don't you look for Linny?" Anson reminded quietly.

"Excuse me." Chen Fang glanced at Linni, who was sitting at the bar drinking alone, and sat back in the chair.

"The purpose of dancing is to socialize, you can't always dance with a few of us." Anson said listlessly.

"I know this, why invite Linny? Can't you change someone? Chen Fang poured a sip of wine, and the hot feeling made his head a little hot.

"You know Linnie so well, if you don't even dare to invite her, do you dare to invite another girl? Go ahead and treat her as your first prey. Anson once again pretended to blink his eyes, and the fire bull and others next to him also joined in, saying everything for a while, as if Chen Fang didn't go, he wouldn't be qualified to be a man anymore, at least he would lose his dignity as a man.

"It's okay to ask Linnie to dance, but for the record, I didn't prey on her." Chen Fang didn't think that inviting Linnie was a serious matter, let alone dangerous, so it was difficult to understand the enthusiasm of Anson and others.

When Chen Fang walked halfway, Anson and others had already opened the bet, depressed, betting on him to invite Linnie to bet as high as four bets, Thunderbolt Bee, Fire Bull, Quick Knife, Anson, although everyone can see that Linni treats Chen Fang differently from others, but here is after all to forget about worries, there are peers everywhere, with the consistent style of the iceberg beauty, she will never accept the invitation.

Yao Jia does not participate in vulgar games, one-sided gambling cannot continue, and when she is at a loss, Susan throws two thousand federal coins on the table. "With four-to-one odds, there's no reason not to try your luck, can you increase it?"

"You're so confident?" Anson frowned.

"We'll see." Susan shook her glass and sat down on the back of the couch, waiting for the show to begin.

At the bar, Linny sat quietly, as if enjoying the elegant melody, her slightly drunk eyes were a little confused, and there was a hint of warmth in the coldness.

"Can you dance with me?" After all, Chen Fang invited someone to dance for the first time, and it was the cold Linni who was invited, although she tried to make herself more elegant, she still looked awkward.

"They encouraged you to come?" Linny propped her chin in her hands, turned her head lazily but gracefully, and in her sight, a few sneaky guys hurriedly looked away, pretending that nothing had happened.