"You brat, I guess you won't come back early today." Boss Huang leaned in front of the gate of the Chi Chi Building and sighed while looking at the women coming and going on the street.
Then he said in a low voice: "At such a young age, it is all right and wrong. I hope this boy understands that no matter how young he is, a man still has the persistence of a man. Don't let the ignorant little girl waste her efforts."
"Hey, what is love in this world? I teach people to go on a hunger strike every day! I've been on a hunger strike for two days." With this roar, Boss Huang walked back to the Ai Chi Building calmly.
**
Ring Road.
Tang Ling squatted on the roadside and smoked quietly.
Han Xing was beside him, smoking quietly along with Tang Ling. Of course, he asked Tang Ling for the cigarette for nothing.
The shouts and shouts coming from the first floor of the cabin area were heard one after another, and they were all spread to the road around the sea. This shows how exciting the fight in the Deadman Arena was.
Pearl Square was originally very close to Huanhai Road.
Tang Ling didn't know why he came here. He just wanted to feel the sincere attitude on the other side, so he came wherever he wanted.
"Brother, I won't advise you. But I have been thinking about it for a long time, and there is one thing I still want to tell you." Han Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to tell Tang Ling what he knew.
Tang Ling was silent.
Han Xing scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I think although we have not known each other for a long time, our time together will not be short in the future."
"It also suits my appetite! So, we should be friends."
Tang Ling did not deny it.
"Since we are friends, I must tell you, Bi'an and Tang Long"
"Tang Long?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows. He had heard someone in the audience shouting the name Tang Long before. Now when Han Xing said it from Han Xing's mouth, he was sure that Mr. Long's real name was Tang Long.
What a coincidence, both have the surname Tang? But this was not enough for Tang Ling to think deeply.
In fact, very few people knew that Tang Long was also Tang Feng's son, and it was impossible for Han Xing to know.
"Well, Tang Long." Han Xing replied, suddenly a doubt arose in his heart, why are they all named Tang? Why do they all have precision instinct? How could this be such a coincidence
But the whole world knows that Tang Feng only has one son, his name is Tang Ling.
Tang Long became famous very early and was a key person trained by the Star Council. Even the boss of the Star Council was his adoptive father.
Even if his life experience is mysterious, it has nothing to do with Tang Feng, right? The Dragon Army and the Star Council were mortal enemies!
However, why do I still feel that something is unspeakably bizarre the more I think about it
Naturally, Han Xing would not speak out his guess rashly. He just wanted to express what he just said clearly to Tang Ling.
"Well, Tang Long and Bi'an are not just acquaintances. Many people who know them agree that they will see Bi'an as the woman appointed by Tang Long in the future. As for the Star Council, I don't know if the same is true. "Han Xing's words became softer and quieter because he saw Tang Ling's expression change.
Yes, Tang Ling was stung again.
But, but ah
"Does the other side approve of this matter? Has she made a statement?" Tang Ling asked, holding back her sadness.
"This really doesn't exist." Han Xing said honestly.
"Okay, then I understand." Tang Ling put out the cigarette in his hand, and the drizzle that had been falling in the sky moistened his and Han Xing's hair and clothes.
"Okay, that's good if you know." Han Xing didn't say any more, what could he say
"Go back." At this time, from the end of Huanhai Road and into the entrance to the cabin area, the noise of the crowd reached its peak.
Is that Young Master Long completely victorious? Who knew, Tang Ling walked towards the station in the drizzle.
Han Xing followed Tang Ling.
"Polymer conch mud, selling polyconch mud, does anyone want it?" Huanhai Road is still busy there, with various shops, stalls, and people selling random stuff on the roadside.
Aggregated conch mud? Tang Ling's heart moved and he stopped.
This kind of aggregate conch mud is a specialty of the seaside in the Purple Moon Era. Although it is not too precious, it is definitely not common.
The name sounds strange. It seems to be a kind of soil and a kind of conch.
In fact, it is formed from the 'waste' that is decomposed after the shell of a conch called the Myxopterus snail dies and is eaten by a variant of the pre-civilized coral polyp.
It can also be understood as the feces of that mutant creature.
It sounds very different! But in fact, anyone who is involved in metal production, whether it is a metal maker like Boss Huang who maintains the ancient charm, or a super-tech metal manufacturing factory, all value this material.
Because it is a super adhesive and can form a wonderful fusion agent when mixed together.
Since the formation process is not easy, it is not common and the price cannot be said to be cheap.
Selling such things on Huanhai Road? In fact, it has no worries about sales.
As Tang Ling thought about it, he stopped and walked up to the man who was shouting about buying polymer conch mud.
The clothes on the man's body were still wet, and it looked like he was a seafarer who had just come ashore to sell his harvest.
This ancient profession has not changed from previous civilizations to the present, because the sea still exists.
The man was shivering a little at this time, thinking that he had just returned from the sea, and it was a bit cold in this drizzling weather.
Seeing Tang Ling coming over, he shouted directly: "No difference in selling, no two prices, this piece is 90 Black Sea coins."
Tang Ling knelt down and looked at a fist-sized piece of aggregated conch mud in his frame. No wonder he was selling it here.
Because no matter which blacksmith shop or metal factory charges this thing, it is at wholesale price. You can take more and take less, and the price will be the same, so people don't have to worry about lack of supply.
Therefore, when such small quantities are generally collected, no one is willing to sell them at wholesale prices, which is a bit of a loss.
It just depends on whether there is someone who happens to be in need and can offer a good price.
Tang Ling picked up the piece of conch mud and after carefully checking whether it was genuine or not, he directly gave the seaman ninety Black Sea coins without negotiating the price.
The price is within a reasonable range.
"My X, it's so expensive, why did you buy it?" Han Xing didn't understand Tang Ling's behavior pattern. Could it be that he was broken up in love and used shopping to vent his anger? ! Even if you vent, you won’t be like this, right? Buy a gadget that you don’t know what it’s used for, and get ninety Black Sea coins
"I'm useful." Tang Ling did not explain.
In fact, he had been thinking about sending a gift to the other side, and his original plan was to ask Luo Xin to help him choose it.
But suddenly meeting a man selling conch mud made Tang Ling change his mind.
He is now blacksmithing, and Boss Huang has made some basic books about blacksmithing available to him, allowing him to read them during his occasional breaks.
These books are not anything profound, they are just about the identification of some rough metals, some alloys, and some materials.
There are also a variety of blacksmithing patterns.
Tang Ling was open to reading, even if it was not advanced stuff, he could read very quickly anyway.
He still remembered that there was an interesting thing in the pattern collection that made a deep impression on him, which was a colorful magnetic flower carved from metal.
The petals can imitate the appearance of fluttering in the wind, but are always controlled within a certain range by the stamen in the center, a super-alloy magnet.
At that time, Tang Ling felt that it was very luxurious, because the materials required for this colorful magnetic flower not only involved super alloys, but also required conch mud to blend some alloys with rich colors. The cost was too high, just to make a toy-like thing.
But the other side will like it, right? Tang Ling did not intend to give the magnetic flower in the original picture to Bi'an. He thought of a plant that was difficult to erase from his memory - the four-colored velvet flower.
He wanted to use the principle of colorful magnetic flowers to create a four-color velvet flower and send it to the other side.
In fact, this plant involves precious memories of him and his sister, and it is impossible for Tang Ling to share such memories.
However, he just wanted to create such a four-color velvet flower and send it to the other side. He had no reason and did not want to ask why.
Well, the four-colored velvet flower actually does not exist. If it did exist, I'm afraid there would be only one in the world that he would create in the future, a unique one.
Will the other side like it
Tang Ling was deep in thought, but Han Xing, who was standing next to him, suddenly grabbed the conch mud in his hand. Tang Ling, who was a little stunned, ran directly towards the other end of Huanhai Road.
What are you doing? Tang Ling was a little confused and grabbed Han Xing.
However, he heard a very lively sound coming from behind him. It was the constant noise and discussion of the crowd, gradually approaching where he was standing.
Tang Ling frowned and turned around instinctively.
Then he saw Tang Long, wearing a white uniform, walking in the center of the crowd like a prince. Countless people surrounded him, chasing him, looking at him with adoring eyes, and discussing something enthusiastically. .
Around Tang Long, there were many bodyguards separating Tang Long from the crowd, allowing Tang Long to walk gracefully and calmly in such a crowded situation.
Really, after three rounds of defense, the white clothes on his body are still spotless. How powerful is he
Han Xing thought so, and slowly frowned.
Of the two young men who also possess precise instincts, Tang Ling is probably weaker than Tang Long.
But Tang Ling didn't think about this problem. His eyes fell on the person next to Tang Long.
Who else can walk beside Tang Long, let Tang Long hold an umbrella for her, and keep his eyes on her? Isn’t it the other side
She is still beautiful, walking with Tang Long in the crowd, like a prince or princess, like an idol from the pre-civilization period of crazy star-making.
But a guy like him, holding a piece of black conch mud, standing in the rain, with wet hair and wet clothes, looks very inconspicuous, right
However, the other side saw Tang Ling.
Similarly, Tang Long also turned his head and saw Tang Ling, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.
Bi'an won't be with Tang Long for long. Don't worry, she has her own standards. The attributes of Bian An are relatively dark. What kind of attitude Tang Long will get from Bian An is actually Tang Long's own choice.
As for emotional matters, you can't force them. In fact, there is no way to sympathize with them.
(End of chapter)