Looking at some second-hand accessories wrapped in cartons on the ground, Zou Zichuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was a very difficult project. Not only did he need to repair this mecha, he also had to carry more than ten tons of accessories on his own...

From the morning to now, people gather under the mecha from time to time and whisper. Occasionally, they meet people who greet Zou Zichuan. In addition to nodding and responding, Zou Zichuan was too lazy to pay attention to these strangers. What made him happy was that no one disturbed him. Later, some onlookers left afterwards. After all, the slums were not a rich place, and they had to run around for three meals a day. Not everyone could have food and clothing as Zou Zichuan.

From this we can see that Zou Zichuan was also a person who was not good at socializing and a little autistic. Although everyone here knew him, no one really cared about him intimately, and saying hello was just a very mechanical polite behavior.

Of course, Zou Zichuan didn't know that Zou Zichuan used to be proud of being a descendant of aristocratic people, subconsciously kept a distance from the people in the slums, and had a lofty goal in his heart: to restore the aristocratic status and rebuild the family's glory!

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"Brother Chuan, it's time to have a meal."

Just as Zou Zichuan assembled some second-hand mechanical accessories according to their location, Xiang'er came to call Zou Zichuan for lunch.

"Okay." Zou Zichuan moved a pressure pump weighing 300 kilograms under the spider's legs and sat onto a cardboard box. Sweat on his face was flowing wildly. He felt his arms and legs were numb. At this time, he realized that he urgently needed an assistant.

"Brother Zichuan, why do you suddenly want to repair this mecha? I didn't believe it when Sister Mixue told me in the morning." Xiang'er hurriedly ran to Zou Zichuan, picked up a piece of waste cardboard and fanned Zou Zichuan desperately.

"I want to repair it."

Although Zou Zichuan was so tired that he didn't want to say a word, he still answered Xiang'er's question, closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze that Xianger sang comfortably.

"Brother Zichuan, can you carry me for a ride after you have repaired this mecha?"

"Can."

"Brother Zichuan, how heavy do you think this mecha is? This is the largest mecha I have seen. I heard that there is another type of mecha that is larger than this. Is there any?"

"Two hundred and seventy tons, some, there must be some heavier than this mecha."

"Brother Zichuan, do you think it's better to have a heavy mecha or a light mecha?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on which series it is. For example, there are big differences between military mechas and civilian mechas. The largest combat mechas also have hundreds of tons, which can sail short distances in the vast universe..."

"Wow, you can navigate the universe!"

"Um."

"Brother Zichuan, Xiang'er has never taken a spaceship yet, and has never left the planet Riddle. Brother Chuan, my biggest dream is to be able to sit in the spaceship and travel freely in space..." Xiang'er's tone suddenly became lost. For a child in a slum area, taking a spaceship trip is a very luxurious act. Most people in the slum area have never left the planet they live in in their lives.

"Xiang'er, there will be a chance. I'll take you to travel in space on the most advanced space warship." Zou Zichuan stood up with a smile.

"Really?!" Xiang'er immediately said excitedly.

"Absolutely, I promise you, sure!" Zou Zichuan patted Xiang'er's shoulder confidently and said, "But now you have to do me a favor."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm going home now because the second-hand accessories I ordered yesterday were not enough, so I had to place an order again. Please help me look at these accessories and don't be taken away."

"Yeah, Brother Zichuan, go, I'll show you, who dares to steal things? Humph!" Xiang'er raised her right hand, shook her white and tender fist, and pretended to be fierce and ferocious.

"Then I'm going." Looking at Xiang'er's cute and silly appearance, Zou Zichuan smiled rare.

"Go, remember to eat, it's on your dining table, by the way..." Xiang'er looked like she was reluctant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Zou Zichuan stopped and turned around.

"No...no..." Xiang'er hesitated and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Confirm?" Zou Zichuan stared at Xiang'er's eyes that were like a pool of autumn water.

"It's really not..." Xiang'er shook her fair arms hard, trying to use body language to explain that she was really fine.

"Well, then I'll leave."

Zou Zichuan nodded, looked at Xiang'er with a little panic and then walked up the hillside. In fact, less than 200 meters from here to that building, you can clearly see the window of your bedroom.

When he walked into the door, he could see food covered with things on the dining table. Zou Zichuan did not eat immediately. He walked into his bedroom, opened the antique laptop, and placed a new batch of orders. In his public email, there was a message from the x33 Mecha Club, which was a polite word saying that he wanted to contact him early.

Zou Zichuan’s personal website has several repair businesses waiting for him to prioritize. It seems that Zou Zichuan’s reputation in the maintenance industry is pretty good…

After dealing with online things, Zou Zichuan sat on the dining table and was busy all morning. In addition, it was a combination of heavy physical labor and mental labor, which consumed a lot of physical energy, and it was time to replenish your body nutrition.

Open the cover and a strong fragrance scent.

Looking at a large bowl of braised pork on the table, Zou Zichuan's body did not move, and there was a long silence.

Since last time she told Xiang'er that she would not eat braised pork, this is the first time that Xiang'er has made braised pork for him.

After looking at the braised pork on the table, looking down at his fat belly, Zou Zichuan sighed and pushed away the bowl of shiny braised pork...

Soon, the meal was finished.

For Zou Zichuan, when he was not busy, he would chew food one by one, because he knew that in the era of war, even a grain of food was hard-earned, but once he was busy, he could swallow it and eat the amount of food in a day in a speed of more than ten seconds.

Time is precious, and this time can also be reflected in the meal.

"Brother Zichuan...ah..."

Just as Zou Zichuan was thinking about tidying up the dining table, a faint scream came from outside the open doors and windows.

It's Xiang'er!

Almost without thinking through his brain, Zou Zichuan's fat body had already slammed the door and ran away. The huge body brought a strong wind, as if it was a tornado.

Two hundred meters, fifteen seconds!

When Zou Zichuan stood in front of Xiang'er, he felt a violent tumbling in his stomach and difficulty breathing. Although his obese body had amazing endurance, it was not suitable for vigorous exercise because of the lack of scientific exercise.

"Brother Zichuan, he...they...they want to steal your stuff..." Xiang'er stood up from behind Zou Zichuan, her little face turned red, and she held a branch in her hand and pointed at the two young people in front of Zou Zichuan angrily and said.

At first glance, these two people were bad young men. They were wearing a black vest on the upper body, tattered jeans on the lower body, and a pair of antique flip flops on their feet. The skinny body was covered with various ferocious animals and ancient earthly characters, and a poor cigar in their mouths.

This dressing is to tell others clearly: they are hooligans.

Finally it happened. This is a slum area. Zou Zichuan thought of this problem when he wanted to repair this x33. It is obvious that this x33 is a property without owners. In the past, no one could divide this huge mecha. Now, Zou Zichuan wants to repair it, so naturally someone wants to get a share of the pie. Those who have this idea must be the gangsters in this area. In the slum area, everything is missing, and the only thing they are not missing is the gangsters who are lazy and lazy...

Zou Zichuan didn't say anything, looking at the two gangsters with a blank expression.

"Hehe, Brother Zichuan, I heard that you were injured and recuperated at home. When did you suddenly want to repair this iron guy?" One of the gangsters who had turned gray all over the black vest and said with a smile.

Zou Zichuan still didn't say anything, but just looked at the two gangsters with a pair of eyes that were squinting because of being overly obese, as if they were looking at two jumping clowns.

The two gangsters looked at each other and felt something was wrong. Although Zou Zichuan was a little stubborn in the past, they would never let them feel the pressure they are now. The two were a little shy when Zou Zichuan looked at them.

"Zou Zichuan, don't think it's great if you have a powerful wife. Let me tell you, this mecha belongs to me, and you know that I have lived here for five years." A gangster glared at Zou Zichuan fiercely, and then pointed at the prefabricated building built against the iron dot with a proud look on his face.

The two gangsters did not seem to want to go on the road of force to resolve the problem, but instead looked for a suitable reason to blackmail Zou Zichuan.

"That iron dou belongs to you now." Zou Zichuan said lightly.

"You... okay..." The gangster pointed at Zou Zichuan with his fingers, his body trembling with anger. In fact, he didn't understand why he got angry so easily. He just couldn't stand Zou Zichuan's face, which was a kind of muteness that didn't take them seriously. Zou Zichuan was not like this before. Although Zou Zichuan did not deal with them in the past, he would always smile carefully every time he saw them and would never anger them.

"Don't talk to him, Zou Zichuan, in a word, this mecha is worth a little bit of money. Let's just treat it as giving Mi Xue face. If you give ten gold coins, the mecha will be yours. How about it?" The gangster who washed the black vest and turned gray stepped forward.

I have to say that there are indeed not many ten gold coins. So far, Zou Zichuan has spent hundreds of gold coins on this mechthon.

If Zou Zichuan was the past, it would be very likely to compromise. However, Zou Zichuan is no longer the Zou Zichuan before. There is no word "compromise" in the current Zou Zichuan dictionary. Otherwise, he would not be a notorious butcher general who killed people like a murderer.

"No!" Zou Zichuan's answer was very straightforward. There were thousands of gangsters in this slum. If he gave ten gold coins now, he would soon pay ten, hundreds, or even thousands of gold coins.


Chapter completed!