Meng Qingyin returned to the product input interface and looked for a while before realizing that there were other options.

【Customizable products are available, but detailed raw materials and production processes are required. 】

Meng Qingyin's eyes lit up, customized product!

She immediately entered the breathing mask and input the raw materials and production process on Qin Feng's note.

[Have you determined the raw materials, equipment, and production lines for the product "respiratory mask"?]

Meng Qingyin chose "OK".

The raw materials and equipment for the product "Respiratory Mask" have been generated, and the factory has started a new production line. Production can begin after purchasing the raw materials and equipment.

That’s it!

Meng Qingyin immediately clicked on the factory information and found that in addition to the original sanitary products production line, there was also a respiratory mask production line.

However, the respiratory mask production line has just started and the production capacity is not high. There is only one production line, which can produce a maximum of 50 respiratory masks per day.

Meng Qingyin still purchased automatic equipment and raw materials, and the respiratory mask production line was officially put into production.

Meng Qingyin and Chen Leying said something and were teleported to the factory.

I didn’t expect that Chen Leying and the others would also come.

Fei Qiu scratched his head: "Hey, as a member of the factory, let me take a look at the new production line."

Qin Jiu looked around but didn't see Lu Cheng. She frowned and said, "What's wrong with Lu Cheng? Is he still emo? I'll call him over."

Usually, Lu Cheng is the one who loves to join in the fun the most.

I didn't expect that Fei Qiu was here today, but he didn't come.

Meng Qingyin held her back: "Forget about the wine, give him some time."

She didn't know how deep the relationship between Lu Cheng and his sister was, but some emotions could only be digested by oneself and no one else could help.

Lu Cheng is a lively person by nature, so he should be able to digest these emotions quickly.

Qin Jiu paused, "Okay."

Meng Qingyin: "Let's go and take a look at the new production line first."

The four of them walked from the yard to the workshop.

On the way, we met three other workers, the three people introduced by Zheng Er.

Due to the sudden reduction in production lines, their workload also decreased. The three people were worrying that they would be "laid off" when they saw Meng Qingyin and her group coming over.

The three of them stood up and greeted each other somewhat stiffly.

Wang Ming asked bluntly, "Director, now that half of the production lines are gone, will the three of us be laid off?"

Now that the Robbery Alliance has transformed, the brothers have retired and are making money with their own hands. The three of them have always cherished their current job opportunities.

If he is cut, the league will have to feed three more mouths.

Due to the recent infestation of black-winged insects, the brothers have lost their jobs picking eggs at the chicken farm and are now extremely worried.

At this critical juncture, the three of them cannot afford to lose their jobs.

Meng Qingyin: "Don't worry, the factory won't lay off any employees. Half of the sanitary product production lines are gone now, but other lines will fill the gap soon."

With Meng Qingyin's assurance, the three of them finally felt relieved.

Meng Qingyin smiled and said, "It's not busy right now. The three of you can take turns to rest for a few days. When there are more new production lines, it will be busy again."

After that, the group came to the workshop next door.

There is only one production line here, with the machines humming as they produce respiratory masks.

It has only been a dozen minutes since the new production line was confirmed, so no respiratory masks have been produced yet.

After everyone waited and chatted here for more than ten minutes, the first breathing mask was finally produced.

Qin Jiu looked at it for a long time and nodded with certainty: "It's exactly the same as Sister Feng's! Once we produce five, we can wear them to clear the Magic Tower."

Fei Qiu: "The production is a bit slow, only taking half an hour to produce one. It's completely incomparable to the output of sanitary products."

Meng Qingyin: "The production process for respiratory masks is too complicated, so it's understandable that production is a bit slow. This is already much better than what we can make."

Fei Qiu nodded. "That's true. The factory has really freed our hands."

It would be pointless to stay in the factory and wait, so it would be better to go back and drive more miles. After saying goodbye to each other, they went back.

…

By eight o'clock the next evening, the factory had produced more than 80 respiratory masks. Meng Qingyin kept a portion for herself and put the rest on the trading hall, priced at 10 silver coins.

She made some profit at this price, but not much.

At first, players who followed her store thought it was just an ordinary breathing mask. After all, it looked ordinary, and Meng Qingyin did not mark that this breathing mask had a special function.

Some people began to wonder, how could such an ordinary breathing mask be sold for 10 silver coins?

Isn't this treating them as scapegoats?

So, some players made some sarcastic remarks in the chat area, implying that Meng Meng treated them as fools and had the nerve to sell such a broken mask that no one wanted at such a high price.

Of course, most players didn't take this little episode to heart.

Now, more and more players are feeling unwell, and they are beginning to believe that the evil energy in the Tower of Babel really has a corrosive effect on the human body.

Otherwise, why would such symptoms occur?

Especially the players who scoffed at Zhao Lan's words at the beginning, after being beaten by reality, had to admit this fact.

So, some people started tagging Zhao Lan in the chat area.

Shanglu Youdi: "@Zhao Lan, since you know that the Heavenly Devil Tower will corrode our bodies, you must also know the solution. Now that everyone is suffering from the disease, are you just going to stand by and watch?"

He Ping: "@Zhao Lan, that's right, tell us how to relieve the pain quickly, or I'll die from the pain!"

Green Grassland: "@Zhao Lan, tell us everything you know. Everyone will be grateful to you."

Brother Song: "@Zhao Lan, why don't you say something? Why are you playing dead and not responding? We are all compatriots, are you going to watch someone die without helping?"

“…”

When Zhang Yan saw this message, he was sitting in the passenger seat of Zhao Lan's car.

Because he had said before that he had a brain disease and would faint from time to time, Zhao Lan actually believed his lies. Fearing that he would have an accident while driving alone, he asked a team member who had lost his vehicle to drive his car, and he and Zhao Lan rode in the same car.

He was also happy and relaxed, and agreed without hesitation.

Along the way, Zhao Lan drove without looking around. No matter how he tried to talk to her, her eyes were fixed on the road ahead and she never said a word to him.

Zhang Yan was completely depressed.

What's so good about that broken road?

Instead of looking at such a handsome guy with an amazing body, you look at Po Lu. Zhao Lan is really a female Bodhisattva who has cut off all emotions and love, right?

Alas, it’s another day of missing Meng Meng. She really knows how to appreciate me.

Zhang Yan was bored and browsing the chat area when he saw the scene just now.