Master Yan is one of the vice members of the [Immortal Will] Mechanic Council, and one of the leaders of this mechanic assessment conference. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The mechanical department of the Four Thrones and the Mechanic Council are separate, the Mechanic Department is a subordinate department of the royal power of the royal city, and only belongs to this force, while the Mechanic Council is a civil force, composed of all the mechanics of the wasteland, distributed throughout the wasteland, and the mechanic evaluation is determined by it, and it is a joint organization with no political implications.

However, the two departments with different deployments also have a great connection, the minister and deputy minister of the [Immortal Will] Machinery Department are all vice members of the Mechanic Council, and this mechanic assessment conference is also jointly organized by the [Immortal Will] Machinery Department and the [Immortal Will] Mechanic Council Branch, and it is even said that the Mechanic Council plays a more important role in it than the Mechanic Department.

Based on the above reasons, Yan Song's energy in this conference is very great.

"Brother Luo, what's the matter?"

Yan Song sat in the pavilion, a corner of this small building near the mountain, where the gentle mountain breeze blew from time to time, and the high-spirited green leaves jumped briskly on the branches of the trees, bringing a burst of natural coolness to the field.

Yan Song sat on the soft collapse in the center of the pavilion, touching the revealing woman beside him, and chuckling in response to Luo Jian, who had a secret affair with him.

"Naturally, there is something. Luo Jian sat opposite Yan Song as if no one was around, and stopped talking.

Yan Song restrained his smile, touched the plump and smooth woman's left hand harder, causing the woman to laugh dissolutely, he is sixty-three this year, but the wine color can't be pulled down for a moment, as he grows older, his greed is even more than before.

"If you have something, you might as well talk about it tomorrow, it's so late, it's the time for the rats in the royal city, although the gray tide happened, the entire royal city is under martial law, and the rats have been restrained, but there are still bold mice, Brother Luo still has to be careful, it's not easy to walk at night." ”

Yan Song's words clearly carried a sense of rejection, as a member of the [Immortal Will] superstructure, he naturally knew about the dismissal of the deputy foreign minister by the eldest princess in the council hall of the royal city a few days ago, and it was precisely because of this incident that he was a little jealous now, but remembering his previous cooperation with Luo Jian, he still met with the other party and gave his attitude. The previous cooperation is in the past, and now the wind is tight, and he doesn't want to take millet from the fire and cause ruin.

Luo Jian is a smart person, so he naturally knows the subtext, but the goal has not been achieved, and he is not ready to leave, because he has something that the other party cannot refuse, so he still does not speak.

Luo Jian's silence made Yan Song a little annoyed, he touched the woman harder, the smiling woman couldn't laugh anymore, her whole face turned pale because of the pain, and cold sweat flowed down her cheeks, but she didn't make any sound from beginning to end.

Just when Yan Song became more and more impatient and the atmosphere was deadlocked, a huge sound came from the box in the hand of the middle-aged guardian who followed Luo Jian, Master Yan's gaze shifted, he let go of his left hand, and repulsed the woman beside him, the woman smiled reluctantly, bowed, and quickly retreated.

After the woman was glad to leave, only Luo Jian and his guardians, Yan Song, were left in the pavilion, Yan Song was not afraid that these two people had bad intentions, he said: "What the hell, our previous transaction has ended, everything I promised has been done, and now that you are here again, don't you think I am easy to handle." ”

Luo Jian didn't care about the obvious anger in Yan Song's words, he motioned to the middle-aged guardian to put the box on the table in the middle, and then spoke: "Although there were some unexpected circumstances in the previous transaction of the hunting competition, which caused my side to not realize the original plan, Master Yan was full of sincerity and did everything he promised, so I naturally admit that the previous transaction has ended." ”

Yan Song's face turned slightly pale, and after glancing at the box on the table, he stared at Luo Jian who was talking.

"I don't know Master Yan Gui Geng?"

Yan Song raised his eyebrows, touched the black and white beard and well-maintained cheeks, "The old man is sixty and three this year, and he is still in good health." ”

"I wonder if Master Yan has the confidence to break through the Mechanical Grandmaster?" Luo Jian said again.

Yan Song snorted coldly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "How difficult it is to reach the realm of a mechanical grandmaster, although the old man has the heart to break through, he also has the strength to do it. ”

Luo Jian smiled and propped his hands on the table, "Little brother wants to ask Master Luo to make a little arrangement in the ring match." ”

Yan Song drank the wine in his glass and just smiled.

Luo Jian knocked on the box on the table with his left hand, making a click, click, click, "The price is negotiable." ”

"It's not that the old man doesn't help, with Brother Luo's ears and eyes, he should have heard about Wang Situ's matter, right? The vice minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said that he would take it, and the old man didn't dare to do anything in this extraordinary period!" Yan Song answered.

Luo Jian didn't speak, and the speed of his left hand hitting the box became faster, and the sound gradually became louder.

Knock!

As if provoked, the contents of the box emitted two loud noises, opposing Luo Jian's voice.

"What exactly is in this box?" Yan Song asked with doubts.

The cunning old fox finally spoke. Luo Jian glanced at Master Luo, from the beginning when he came in with the box, Yan Song's eyes glanced at the box intentionally or unintentionally, and then he asked the guardian to deliberately put the box on the table, knocking on the box, Yan Song's old puppet just looked over, and endured until now to ask, Qi cultivation kung fu is indeed good.

"Why doesn't Master Yan open it himself and see what's inside?" Luo Jian didn't take the initiative to tell, but let the other party see it for himself.

Hearing this, Yan Song no longer pretentious, he knew that Luo Jian would not do useless work, and came to him with this box with a big bang, obviously the things in this box were the hole cards he brought on this trip, he did not directly agree to Luo Jian before asking him to use methods in the ring, one is because of the influence of Wang Situ's matter, and the other is that he wants to see if Luo Jian can come up with more rare items.

He moved the box to himself, the feel is quite heavy, the box is made of citrus aurantium, the nature of the citrus wood itself as storage is excellent, but this box is better than a single citrus box, Yan Song as a master of machinery for so many years, is not a person who sells fame and reputation, his vision can be called a master under the cultivation of these years, without the help of any tools, Yan Song has seen that the citrus wood box has added such as [strict], [no wind], [durable] Three different special treatments, so this box alone is worth a lot of money.

Yan Song's curiosity became even heavier.

The box was opened, and in just thirty seconds, Yan Song's face changed again and again, he closed the box, and with difficulty turned his eyes from the box to Luo Jian, who was sitting opposite, "What do you want." There was more tremor in the words that he hadn't seen in twenty years.

He was sixty-three years old, still only a mechanical master, and he knew that if he didn't have a chance at his age, he would be afraid that it would be difficult to become a mechanical master.

Yan Song stared at Luo Jian with an extremely complicated expression, the [Wang] level nuclear weapons have many special attributes, activity is one of the characteristics, he is sure that the thing in the box is indeed a [Wang] level nuclear weapon, to be exact, it is a small fragment of the [Wang] level core armor, but it is this small fragment, the mechanical principles and processing ideas contained in it are indeed amazing to Yan Song, and even the barrier that he has been blocking for more than ten years has faintly shown signs of breakthrough, and this is only a short half a minute of observation.

You must get this fragment, Yan Song had this thought in his heart as he made out the fragment.

Luo Jian got up with a smile, took out the paper that had been prepared from his arms and handed it over, while Yan Song asked that sentence, he understood that the purpose of coming to Huxiaozhu this time had been achieved, and he knew that no mechanic could still be calm when he saw a nuclear weapon in the [Wang] class, even if it was just a small fragment.

On the way back, the middle-aged guardian who had been silent asked, "Brother Luo, that is a fragment of a nuclear weapon within the [Wang] level, isn't it really a pity to send it out like this?"

Luo Jian smiled, "After all, the fragments of nuclear weapons in the [Wang] class are just a thing, a piece of goods, and the value of the goods must be spent to be considered really valuable, and now I sell a [Wang]-level fragment, and the development I get is unlimited, I once told you that I will not be a pure mechanic, and a mechanic is just an identity for me after all, an identity that seeks power and status." ”

The middle-aged guardian didn't answer, his head bowed thoughtfully.

Luo Jian remembered that when Yan Song was leaving, he hugged the box with his chest and asked him, 'This baby is mine!', and smiled again: "Just to see the old fox like that, this trip is also worth it." ”

The next day, the sun was shining.

When Fan Sheng came to Zhang Fang's residence, the beautiful senior mechanic and her nephew were getting together, not knowing what they were messing with.

Under the question of mortal life, Zhang Fang enthusiastically pulled him to introduce the research of the past few days, "My nephew and I are exploring the improvement of the performance of the steam internal combustion engine, you see that the nozzle of this energy crystal powder was designed in the past when it was a small hole, through a strong wind, the small hole will spray energy crystal powder, and then sent to the internal combustion engine for burning, resulting in energy release."

Although this design idea is good, there are still some problems in control, after all, the air volume of the steam internal combustion engine is not measured by the exact measurement degree, and it can only be controlled by experience, and the injected energy crystal powder is not necessarily, so it will more or less cause a waste of energy crystals.

Based on this, my nephew and I hypothesized a new idea, using air pressure instead of strong winds. ”

Fan Sheng didn't know much about what Zhang Fang said, and he asked suspiciously: "Aren't you mechanics supposed to be studying internal nuclear weapons? How did you study the steam internal combustion engine?"

Zhang Fang replied to this, and mortal Sheng also remembered this answer deeply, and when he remembered this sentence one day in the future, he smiled with satisfaction.

She said: "We mechanics have existed from the beginning to study energy crystal machinery, and internal nuclear weapons were only involved later. ”

Seven days later, ten days before the end of the dry season and the onset of the rainy season, the third ring match of the mechanic assessment conference began, and the sun was still shining brightly.