In Bailin Guomeika City, Feng Xue walked out of the subway, took a deep sniff of the air with the smell of engine oil, and said with a nostalgic face:

"It's really a nostalgic hometown scenery!"

"Hometown?" Mang Ke is not resistant to the smell of the air, and as a science and engineering woman who specializes in rack design and manufacturing, this smell can also give her a sense of relaxation.

She walked out of the subway station and looked at the very backward architectural style around her, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Is this really the White Forest Country? And not what third world countries? ”

Listening to Mang Ke's undisguised inquiry, Feng Xue spread his hands and said:

"This is what a heavily industrialized city looks like, after all, the pillar industries on the surface are all kinds of light and heavy industries, and the control of pollution is a false proposition in itself, or even if it is the four poles, it is impossible to weaken its combat potential in a complicated period for the sake of a little quality of life.

"But the environment is not good, the rich will not come, without the rich, the consumer industry will not prosper, and naturally it will not develop.

Feng Xue said, pointing to the tavern on the side of the street and said:

"In this place, you can recruit a group of senior technicians with a casual shout, as long as the price is right, you can get a second-tier level body within three days, of course, the quality control must not be compared with the big factory, but with the idea of only one fight, the combat effectiveness can be stronger."

When Mang Ke heard Feng Xue's words, his eyes immediately lit up, although Bai Lin Country is not famous for its technology, but as one of the four poles that can be at war with the Ideal Country for a long time, even if it is not an advantageous range, it is much stronger than a small country like Parin that can only pick up some leftovers left by the suzerain.

Don't look at this city to look down, but in the eyes of Mangko, it is more attractive than those tourist cities with bright lights!

"So where do we go next? Go hire workers? ”

There was excitement in Meng Ke's tone, as if he couldn't wait to see how the workers of Bai Linguo made mechas, but Feng Xue sighed and said:

"Have you forgotten that I'm a local?"

As he spoke, he took a step towards the inn that he had pointed out to Mangko, who immediately followed.

"Boom ......"

The door was pushed open, and with a somewhat dull bell, a very retro tavern appeared in Mango's eyes, except for a bar, Mango would even think that it was more like a fly restaurant.

At this time, it was still a short time before dark, but there were already many middle-aged men sitting in the bar, and they poured cheap drinks into their mouths without any image, as if they didn't have to worry about life at all.

"Drink something?" Just as Mango was looking left and right at the novelty, a bartender who didn't even have time to wipe his glasses asked, and at the same time did not forget to hand the waiter two large glasses of draft beer.

Mang Ke immediately turned his attention to the names of the drinks on the wine cabinet behind the bar, while Feng Xue smiled, took out a coin with a libra printed on it from his pocket and put it on the table, and said with a smile:

"Is Lao Li here?"

When Mang Ke looked at the coin and was still thinking in his heart, "This doesn't seem to be the currency of Bailin Country", he saw that the bartender's eyes suddenly changed, and he said in a voice that only the two people in front of him could hear:

"Recreation Room Seven."

……

"Didn't you kid go abroad to study? Why did you run back again? It can't be that you can't keep up, right? ”

The door of the No. 7 entertainment room was pushed open, and the middle-aged man in his forties, when he saw Feng Xue, immediately dropped the table tennis racket in his hand, stepped forward and hugged him hard, and then turned his eyes to Mang Ke.

Mang Ke was a little uncomfortable by that strange gaze, but Feng Xue stepped between the two of them and said with a smile:

"Originally, I wanted to learn some skills and wait for the next time, but this happened to meet a good mechanic and get a good heart, so I just came back!"

"Oh?" Mang Ke noticed that the middle-aged man's eyes instantly sharpened, and then the person who was playing with him in the room also left with interest, and after a short silence, the other party spoke:

"You're only seventeen years old, and there's still room for improvement, so you're sure you won't wait a few more years?"

"You have to try it first." Feng Xue still maintained a smile, the man nodded, and said to Mang Ke on the side:

"You're the mechanic this kid turned back to?"

"Ahh Mang Ke was stunned by the topic that suddenly shifted to himself, and then hurriedly said:

"I am engaged in mecha design and manufacturing, I have two doctorates, one associate professor, and I have participated in three ......"

"Ahem!" Seeing that Mang Ke began to report his resume, Feng Xue hurriedly coughed twice, and the man took out a bag from the cabinet on the side and straddled it on his shoulder, looked at Mang Ke seriously, and then said:

"It's useless in our education or anything, it's a mule or a horse, we always have to pull it out and slip it!"

With that, he put his hand into a hanging picture in the entertainment room, and the next moment, in the crunch sound of machine reinforcement, the wooden wall slid open like a sliding door, revealing a faintly noisy passageway.

"Let me see how many pounds and taels you have!" As he spoke, the man waved his hand and took the lead in the passage, Feng Xue immediately followed, and at the same time whispered to Mang Ke:

"This is Lao Li, this tavern is his industry, I used to intern in the mecha factory under his name, and he also helped introduce the black work. Well, didn't I tell you about the 'Iron Fist' before? You can think of him as a dealer in the lower divisions. ”

"Then he said he wanted to try my catty two ......" Although Mang Ke had a guess, he still asked, Feng Xue said indifferently as he walked:

"Of course, I want you to get a mech." As he spoke, the passage had come to an end, and a factory full of the mixed smell of engine oil and sweat appeared in Mangke's field of vision, large mechanical cranes could be seen everywhere, and about twenty men in overalls gathered together in twos and threes, some were assembling mechas, and some were discussing in front of the computer.

"Oh, you have good eyes!" Lao Li showed a smiling face, while greeting passers-by, he led the two to a compartment, as the rather heavy door opened, a large number of body parts were neatly or messily placed in the huge warehouse, Mangke, who had never seen this kind of battle, pounced on his eyes as if he was carrying a pig charm, and his mouth let out an exclamation from time to time-

"This is the pelvic shock absorber of the Ideal Silver Knight? This is the magic thruster of the Buda Ali Typhon III? And this! Blue Armor III Power Build...... I've only seen it at fairs! Oh, my God...... Can I use these? ”

About the protagonist...... You always understand when you see people and talk about people, and you always know how to talk about ghosts, right?

The pilot is a science and engineering girl full of clarity and stupidity, and it doesn't matter how she fools, but the Palin official behind her is not a fool, and the method of communication is naturally different.

To put it mildly, if you don't show confidence, why do people think you can take people out? Why would you be willing to let you take away a research result? Although the protagonist is not afraid of black and black, why should he be tough on what can be avoided?

In the end, the logic of the protagonist's behavior is always to "attract attention" rather than "deceive" or "maintain the personality", his fundamental goal of maintaining the character and deceiving people is to attract attention, as long as the attention is attracted, there is naturally a way for others to see what he wants the other party to see, but the attention is not enough, and it is regarded as a lucky little deflated or something, and it makes no sense to make a lie no matter how good it is.

The protagonist has come all the way, each entry is actually a yang scheme, such as the gram martial arts, he provides a means to fight against evil cultivation, as long as you want to fight against evil cultivation, you have to eat the cake he painted, and the other entries are similar, he never worries about the lie being exposed, because even if it is exposed, it doesn't matter.

This is like a traffic star, all he cares about is traffic, and as for the source of traffic, it doesn't matter whether it's black or red.

ps: I had a dream at noon, and I dreamed that Scati was carrying Setay calcification in his left hand, and waving 42 open dusk with his right hand, and the picture was very outrageous for a while...... Why do you have such dreams?

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