"Come, drink some water first."
Qiu Qiang stepped forward and handed a glass of water to Zhang Ping.
After Zhang Ping finished drinking the water, he smiled and said, "That's right. I originally thought that you wouldn't be able to make it. It seems that the school made a mistake. With your current performance, it's more than enough for you to enter the top three."
"By the way, Uncle Qiang, everyone has always referred to the patrol team and the investigation team as the three major organizations. The question is, what is the name of the third organization?" Zhang Ping looked up at this time and couldn't help but ask the question that he had been holding back for many days.
Qiu Qiang was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands and said, "I don't know. Anyway, Mingzhu City has been called this from the past to the present. Everyone calls it the Three Majors. Everyone knows that there is another organization besides the patrol team and the investigation team, but no one knows what this organization is called or what it does."
"So magical." Zhang Ping said in surprise.
He originally thought that the original owner had only focused on training in the past, so he was not interested in these trivial information, and therefore did not know what the third organization among the three major organizations was.
Now he realized, wow, it turns out that no one knew it.
"Okay, don't worry about what the third organization is called. It's nothing more than a secret department similar to an assassination unit. Have you rested enough? If you have, come and see the quality of your first work." Qiu Qiang did not continue this topic, but turned the topic back to forging.
Zhang Ping nodded, got up from the ground, and looked at the mold.
He glanced at Qiu Qiang, who gestured for him to open it himself. He then reached out, grasped the switch and pulled it hard. The mold slowly opened, and a black and silver knife appeared in front of the two men.
silver
Zhang Ping noticed that the color was wrong, frowned slightly, and then looked at Qiu Qiang.
“It failed.”
Qiu Qiang was not surprised. He smiled and walked forward to pick up the knife.
The appearance of this knife is no different from the Mingzhu Knife. The only difference is that there are many silver threads on the blade. These silver threads are not evenly distributed and do not have the beauty of the red lines on the Mingzhu Knife.
He walked to the knife testing table with the knife in hand, first changed a knife testing stone, and then raised the knife to chop.
The knife flashed, but the stone did not break. Instead, the knife made a crisp sound and then broke into two pieces. The tip of the knife finally fell on a large magnet not far away.
"Clean it up." Qiu Qiang threw the broken knife to Zhang Ping and continued.
Zhang Ping took a look at the broken end of the knife and found that there were also a lot of silver threads inside the knife, and the silver threads were entangled with a kind of red silk thread. Because there was no pattern, the whole knife looked like a tree trunk hollowed out by termites.
"It's probably because they didn't mix and knead the ingredients well enough to truly blend them into one." Zhang Ping thought to himself as he watched.
He silently summed up his mistakes.
In fact, the main reason is that the stove is too hot.
He squatted beside the stove and felt like a roasted pig. If he was roasted a little longer, perhaps he would be able to emit the aroma of barbecue.
And then there is power.
In fact, his strength was still far from enough, so the process of 'kneading the dough' was very strenuous, and he was far from being as effortless as Uncle Qiang.
After packing up his things, he walked over and sat down next to Qiu Qiang.
"Take a rest if you are tired."