"Hey! Xiao Mo! Has eaten! What? Are you still playing with the computer? This kid!"

In the evening, Molly and Chen Haifeng both returned home. All day today, the peak of the crowd was around. Molly, who was in the limelight, was very happy to add food to the father and son. While picking up food for her husband, Molly happily told Chen Haifeng that the situation was in a stalemate and was about to tear apart. When the people from the Discipline Inspection Commission broke in and took the three of them away in front of everyone, the scene of her smiling face. However, Molly and Chen Haifeng had eaten for a long time but still didn't see Chen Mo coming out to have a meal. Instead, they were still hiding in his father's study to play with the computer. The printer next to the computer kept making harsh noises.

Comrade Molly, who was in a good mood, raised her eyebrows again. She put down her chopsticks, put down the rice that she had not eaten easily, and walked into the study angrily, intending to see if Chen Mo was fascinated by playing games again and became cute again.

"Hey?! Xiao Mo, what are you doing? Why do you use so much printing paper?"

However, to Molly's surprise, after she walked into the study, she saw not her son's obsession with games, but saw Chen Mo opening a composition software that his father often used when he was working, concentrating on drawing sketches and filling in data. In front of the printer next to the computer, the drawn manuscript paper had accumulated a thick stack.

Molly walked over, picked up a page of manuscript paper and took a look. It seemed to be a data composition of a fantasy weapon called [Wide Area Three-dimensional Suppression Use Cloud Explosion Inflammable Bombs to Drop Bombs]. In addition to giving the gunpowder formula filled in it, her son also gave the caliber data of this thing, as well as the attack range and killing radius.

After seeing these things, Molly smiled. The attack distance is 10 kilometers and the killing radius is 5 kilometers. With the explosion center as the core, the radius will be covered by 800-degree high-temperature flame clouds within 5 kilometers. This weapon data can be seen as a child's fantasy.

From these data, Molly can conclude that her son designed a completely fantasy weapon, and something that could not exist in reality might be designed for which online game company to design game equipment.

So, after having such a cognition, after seeing his son seriously dropping the appearance design sketch and internal structure of the wide-area three-dimensional suppression, Molly only felt a heartbreak.

This child is the same as his unlucky father. He is too serious. Old Chen is a bridge designer, so it's okay to be serious.

You are just designing game equipment for a game company, why are you so busy and sleeping?

Not only is the internal structure data accurate to microns, but it also makes a fake way to draw the chemical formula of gunpowder! It's just a game equipment! It looks good in appearance and has high attributes!

However, while feeling distressed, Molly was also very pleased. This child was so smart at the age of 17. He could take the initiative to find a game company to make money for design equipment.

With his father's seriousness, even if he doesn't get into a good university next year, he will definitely not be much worse when studying design with his father in the future.

After bringing the bowl of rice that belonged to Chen Mo to him, Molly said to him with a rare look of kindness: "Xiao Mo, I'll kill you, I'm having a meal!"

Chen Mo moved his mouse and finished the last cross-section sketch of the [Wide Area Three-dimensional Pressure with Cloud Explosion Inflammable Bombing Bomb]. He chose to print the printer. Then he noticed that his mother was standing silently beside him, looking at him with a gentle face, holding a bowl of rice full of slices of meat and a bowl of tomato and egg soup. At this time, Chen Mo, who had been sleepless and frantically outputting for three hours, found that his stomach was roaring with hunger. He reached out to take the rice and tomato and egg soup from his mother's hand, picked up the chopsticks and started to swallow it. While eating, the printer in front of him was still spitting out the drawings.

Finally, when the drawings were finished, Chen Mo's supper was also solved. While his parents were chatting in the living room to discuss their future, Chen Mo put the thick stack of drawings together with the remaining dozen [Ant Dali Pills] into the [dio shopping paper bag].

I also put a note inside: [20 boxes of [Rat Telomerase Capsules], make this thing and give it to me, and give you a drug that can make people stronger by taking it. One pill costs 10 Magnum bullets.--ps: This thing works best for the first time, and the effect will decrease every time you take it in the future.]

Then he quietly opened the door of his home and threw the shopping paper bag to the place where the garbage he was about to be thrown. Then Chen Mo happily went back to take a shower and went to bed, thinking that the agents of the Dragon Teeth Bureau who had been monitoring him would definitely take the thing away immediately.

Tomorrow morning, more than a hundred more pistols and ammunition will appear in your hands, and you can go to the [Ant Nest] dungeon to kill monsters and brush your experience.

Because! Chen Mo didn't know that his monitoring level had been downgraded as his first transaction with Longya Bureau was completed.

So, before he got up the next morning, he heard his mother take it back from outside the door [Shopping paper bag] Asked him: "Xiao Mo! Are you going to throw this shopping paper bag outside the door?

Do you really want to throw it away? There are game equipment design drawings you wrote last night!"

He took out the design drawings that were still intact from the paper bag, and his heart was broken.

What's wrong? Didn't you agree to follow me all the time? Why didn't you count halfway? Come and continue to monitor me! Where are your people?!

"Ah Yeh!"

At this moment, in the office of the Longya Bureau in the city center, Lin Shujing, a female agent who was previously responsible for monitoring Chen Mo, was now looking at the iPad screen in her hand. In the picture, in an antique Chinese temple, a small building that was completely consistent with the surrounding environment and even more quaint, was hung with a wooden sign "Shaolin Sutra Pavilion".

"Squeak~!"

The old wooden door was opened, and a thin old monk with white beard and white eyebrows and wearing a green cloth monk's robe was silently sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a bamboo broom in his hand.

The old monk's movements were soothing, both fast and slow. In the video, the surrounding environment was clear and faint sounds of bells and drums in the background made people feel clear and as if they had entered a wonderful state.

"How is it? Xiaojing, have you finished watching the video?"

"Yeah! I've finished watching it!"

Lin Shujing nodded and agreed, "Is this video a new TV series about the Tianlong Ba? The acting skills of the sweeping monk here are really good! It feels like he is really the monk in the novel! When will this TV series be released?"

“Released?!”

Hearing Lin Shujing's words, Kong Dezhi smiled: "On July 1 this year, a building called "Shaolin Sutra Pavilion" suddenly appeared in Duolin Temple. There was an old monk in the pavilion, who called himself Kongran, who claimed to be born in the Yuanyou period of the Northern Song Dynasty, and he was 89 years old this year.

At the beginning, the old monk was still cleaning the courtyard every day and working diligently. The abbot of Shaolin Temple Shi Buxin even specially issued him a certificate of identity and guaranteed that he would not do anything illegal and disorderly. In terms of performance, he should be an unknown creature that acts most like a normal person within our known range.
Chapter completed!