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Mu Fan's face turned black in an instant, "Little Fatty, is your skin itchy again?"
"By the way, prepare yourself. After breakfast, follow me to the mechanical laboratory for testing."
He Xiaopang was taken aback when he heard the words, "What test?"
Mu Fan said, "It's a talent test. After passing, you can become a mechanic."
"mechanic"
He Xiaopang jumped up excitedly when he heard the words, "Brother Fan, can I really become a mechanic?"
Mu Fan glanced at He Xiaopang's immortal hand.
Last night, this hand was still full of sword scars, but it was automatically repaired this morning
"certainly"
Mu Fan smiled and said, "Little Fatty, believe in yourself, you are a natural mechanic"
Just after breakfast, the engineering team sent by Xiao Xiao arrived.
At the same time, there are also carloads of decoration materials.
The retired regiment and battalion commanders had never seen such a big battle, and they all stretched their necks to watch.
They all speculated that a retired military leader lived in Building No. 6.
at least at the level of a teacher
Otherwise, there would not be such a large energy
After Mu Fan asked the engineering team to complete the decoration, the roof was transformed into a large laboratory
The laboratory was built exactly according to Roger's ideas, because it was originally built for him.
Moreover, Roger made a long list, all of which are the most advanced experimental instruments.
The strange doctor Roger was excited like a little kid, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear
In this way, my own zombie experiments can continue to deepen
Mu Fan secretly told Roger to do more mechanical research, especially the perfect integration of machinery and human body.
Luo Jie glanced at He Xiaopang when he heard the words, and immediately understood Mu Fan's deep meaning.
He couldn't help smacking his lips and said, "Although he's just a kid, he's so far-sighted."
"What a terrifying existence"
Mu Fan told Xia Yuqing not to run around, because Yi Bingqing is likely to make a comeback.
After that, Mu Fan brought He Xiaopang to the mechanical laboratory with a black backpack on his back.
"Brother Fan, what's in this backpack, it's quite heavy"
He Xiaopang asked suspiciously.
Mu Fan said, "In critical moments, things that can save lives"
“Hopefully it won't be used”
According to the map given by Beiling, Mu Fan and He Xiaopang came to a steel factory in a remote suburb.
The first thing that catches the eye are three huge steelmaking furnaces. Their tops emit bursts of whine, and they continuously spew out hot white steam. The molten iron inside is like crimson magma, emitting fiery high temperatures to the surroundings.
In the blast furnace room on the side, a group of workers were enthusiastically throwing coal into the blast furnace with shovels, and sang the chant of refueling from time to time.
On the other side of the steelmaking furnace, crimson molten iron flows out of the red pipes, and is poured into various molds, large and small.
In the open space to the east, there are rows of steel factory buildings.
The knocking sound of metal and iron collided one after another, and dazzling sparks shot out one after another.
Workers holding wrenches and scholars holding manuscripts shuttled back and forth in the factory, outlining a vibrant scene.
Mu Fan pointed to the northeast corner of the factory.
There stands an unremarkable gray factory building, which blends in with the surrounding scenery.
Mu Fan and He Xiaopang walked northeast, observing the passing workers and scholars around them.
Sure enough, although the flow of people in the whole factory was chaotic among the various factories, it looked chaotic.
But few people entered the factory that Mu Fan pointed at.
There is a sign hanging on the gate, which says "Steel Dispatch Center".
Mu Fan pushed open the gray steel door, and walked in together with He Xiaopang.
After closing the door, all the noise of the factory was immediately shut out.
In front of you is a reception hall.
A mahogany sofa was leaning against the wall, and a middle-aged man was sitting behind the reception desk.
he has short hair