Star of Civilization

"Well, what's the matter? Do you want to change your mind?"

The mechanic who happily accepted the challenge turned and looked at the young man. A group of apprentices stared at him, and Patton and Fett also looked back at him in surprise.

The black-haired young man blew a lock of long hair that slipped on his cheek, and said coldly: "Mould...I can make it for you today, but in 5 days, I will get 20 finished products, money A lot of points, I will give them."

"You, what are you talking about? You want to make the mold in one day? I said, young man! Is your mind flooded?!..."

The mechanic obviously didn't believe it at all, this is simply nonsense!

"Huh! Are you an idiot? White teeth are talking about crazy dreams! Okay, if you can make a mold in one day, I can guarantee that I will give you 30 finished products in 5 days. Money... I only charge you half!"

"Heh—I'm not talking about one day, it's almost an hour after waiting for me."

"what?"

The mechanic was stupid and began to doubt his ears.

"..."

"Give me all the materials, I don't need anything else."

...

Barton and Fett were outside the workshop, pacing anxiously back and forth.

Judging from Barton's years of familiarity with mechanical manufacturing, he couldn't believe that that young man could make that kind of sophisticated mold in an hour.

But he also knew that this young man's abilities could never be viewed from the eyes of ordinary people.

Getting along during this period of time has brought him too much incredible.

The old mechanic cocked his legs mockingly, sitting on a stool made of mechanical waste next to him, and pouring a sip of strong tea into his mouth from time to time.

The old mechanic sneered. At this moment, it is estimated that he hasn't even squeezed the clay from the mold!

An arrogant youth.

however--

"puff!"

A sip of tea spurted from his mouth and nose like mist.

"Cough!" The old technician was choked and coughed violently.

An hour later, when the delicate shell was carefully held in his hand trembling slightly by the technician-he was already staring at the mold with his eyes bright, and he was speechless in surprise.

No matter how many times he uses a magnifying glass to look at the mold, the details on the mold fit exactly one millimeter from Bart's prototype.

Even many small flaws on the prototype were repaired by this precise mold!

"My goodness! How did you make it? You don't even need to turn the mold? There are also etching lines and polishing...in one hour, this is impossible, impossible..."

Excitedly, the mechanic took off the magnifying glass from his head, threw it on the table, stroked the exquisite mold with his hand, even stuck his tongue out, and licked the smooth surface.

Ok! This feeling can't be wrong, it is indeed the texture of 804 steel. There is still processed residual temperature on it, and he will never make a mistake after using it for decades.

Shock!

"You, are you the guy of'infinite power'?" the mechanic suddenly asked.

"Huh-what is that, I don't know."

Soon, cold sweat slid down his neck and back like a waterfall.

This man... is a monster!

"After 5 days, I will pick up 30 finished products."

The thin young man had already stepped out.

A small package slowly "floated" on the table in front of the old mechanic from the direction of the sound.

"Wow!"

The bag is spread out, and it contains 15,000 yuan.

...

A few days later, they took the 30 finished "batteries" and drove from the ground channel through the bustling city center to the location of the black market-a huge underground block.

Various shops on the street are doing different businesses. Restaurants and bars, mechanical workshops and hairdressing shops, and even those high-end establishments that do secret business, are all doing very well.

The yelling and loud whispers, like some kind of high-tech little toy, hovered and danced over the street.

Fashionably dressed men and women shuttled back and forth, roaring locomotives and weird modified cars roared and swiftly passed the intersection.

Black market transactions have supported many people here, and these businesses have become the daily work of many mine city residents. The hundreds of years of prosperity and development of mankind here can be seen, and it has also benefited this large-scale black market transaction-the black market must be held here for at least one month.

In addition to the "regular" black market, more hidden transactions are also everywhere here. Whether it is physical transactions or intelligence information transactions, there is a big market.

Those upper-class nobles who lived on the ground and ruled this place turned a blind eye to these transactions.

They know very well that the prosperity and prosperity of this place is inseparable from the "business" that is both overt and secret.

But no aristocratic family dared to swallow the fire of human civilization for hundreds of years. Since the "Good Friday", they did not want to control, but because of the intricate and huge chain of interests, they could not completely control it.

Just like human beings have been unable to control gambling and prostitution for thousands of years...

The "black market" is the product of this kind of prosperous control by human instinct for a long time. It is a building transformed from an abandoned farm shed.

All kinds of information for sale, and images and texts of traded items scrolled on the huge screen surrounding the top of the farm building.

The colorful lights make the nearby shopping districts full of bizarre sights and also full of vitality.

The area occupied by each building alone is already large, but the "black market" is connected by three buildings of different shapes.

After hundreds of years of refurbishment and refurbishment, it is no longer what it looked like before.

"Wow! Worthy of being the largest trading place on the Central Continent!" Fett exclaimed.

"Well, there are indeed a lot of good things in this mine city, right?" Father Barton said.

"Well, I haven't been here for a long time. I didn't expect the market here to expand so much!"

Barton is certainly not here for the first time, but he does not remember that the size of the original black market was so large and there were so many merchants in the transaction.

He was still searching for the original black market in his memory.

The roadsides of the block are full of various modified vehicles, and some of them are very glamorous, obviously the cars of some very distinguished nobles.

Some luxuriously dressed exaggerated men ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, with their arms around pretty girls with more exaggerated figures, got out of those cars and flirted and walked on the street like no one.

Not far away, there were some strange biped machines patrolling the streets, taller than people. Near the guarding camp in the distance, there are also two larger four-legged machines, motionless, guarding those tall buildings like a bunker.

The dazzling huge searchlight poles cut across the walls of the towering buildings and stretched out into the distance after intersecting in the air.

"Where have I seen those machines that can walk?" Barton said.

"Let's go, there seems to be the entrance." Yanzhe strode towards the other side.

He has already felt the wonderful fluctuation, right here.

At the entrance stood some guards wearing alloy breastplates, all of them wearing advanced-looking helmets on their heads.

Two red round eye masks, with a metal circle hoop to adjust the focal length of the lens, there are also cross-star scales on them, covering their eyes.

It seems that the scope on a weapon has been magnified, and it has the retro mechanical feel of a pre-civilization.

"Stop! What do you guys do?"

A guard stopped the three of them.

"The VIP entrance here, the idlers and others can't enter casually!"

"VIP entrance? Why, are there still VIP and ordinary entrances?"

Old man Barton wondered.

A man in a black dress and holding an intercom device walked over and looked at them up and down: "VIPs must have special permission to enter. See how poor you are, from outside? Huh— It's probably impossible to get a special invitation card, right?"

After speaking, he looked at them contemptuously. He looked like a black market janitor in charge of receiving "visited guests."

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