Chapter 63: See you there. The old friend of the big boss is called the North Light...
【Your friend request has been approved】
[Desserped]: OK. See you at 6pm.
Coming out of the bedroom and sitting on the shuttle bus heading to the central area, Bai Ling lowered his eyes, saw the message, and silently clenched the terminal.
This day has finally come again.
Bai Ling's breath stagnated in his chest. He subconsciously touched Little Pearl, then slowly exhaled and turned his gaze to the window.
Under the lead-gray sky was gloomy clouds, thick and dense, like a scouring pad soaked with dirty water, and an icy rain could fall at any time.
Every time he and Mr. D agreed to meet, the weather was bad.
It was as if God was pouring cold water on me: Don't waste your energy, you are not suitable for each other.
If you think about it carefully, the background of his acquaintance with Mr. D was full of difficulties and setbacks. We met at the wrong time and the wrong place. Flowers cannot bloom in poor soil, and bare branches cannot bear fruit.
Even after his rebirth, when he clearly got a second chance, he missed out on Mr. D because he fell in love with Yu Chen.
Bai Ling closed his eyes and leaned back into the uncomfortable chair.
...All that remains from two lifetimes is regret.
·
Bai Ling met Uriel in the studio.
The other person was still wearing his white coat, the hem of which was stained with bits of motor oil. His hands were lazily stuffed into his pockets, and his lenses, as thick as the bottoms of wine bottles, were hanging on the bridge of his nose, about to fall off. He looked as if he had just crawled out of bed and was still sleepy.
As one of the industry's top mecha engineering designers, he usually looks no different from an ordinary passerby.
Friendly, kind, and inconspicuous.
Maybe eccentrics like design geniuses are separated from the real world and only shine in their own research. When the progress of the experiment was mentioned, Uri immediately became energetic and passionately introduced the new material weapons that would be installed on the Rattler.
"Light crystal alloy?" Bai Ling caught this word and was slightly surprised.
"Yes, considering your bone density, the Sidewinder has been adjusted within the range of light aircraft. But I studied the video of your competition a few days ago, and I feel that the weapon load of the light aircraft is too low to meet your needs."
Bai Ling chuckled softly, guessing that the other party must have seen him snatching the enemy's weapons all over the field, and he slapped his thigh in anger.
Uriel stroked his chin and said, "After much consideration, the only way to maintain the light machine settings while providing you with more weapon mounting rails is to use a large amount of light crystal alloy to create strong and light weapons."
Bai Ling had some knowledge of this metal, but not much, because it was too expensive. The synthesis of each kilogram required precise proportions, and the scrap rate during the manufacturing process was as high as 40%.
At present, the application of light crystal alloy has not yet been opened up. Only some manufacturers have used a small amount of this alloy when testing Unit 0. It is still in the conceptual stage.
But Bai Ling knew that within three years, the military weapons manufacturing industry would undergo earth-shaking breakthroughs and changes. By then, light crystal alloy would become the only and irreplaceable raw material for the seventh-generation weapons.
Ten years later, in that era of legionary chaos and massive shortage of weapons, the price of each gram of light crystal alloy even reached the price of diamonds.
Bai Ling used the terminal to check the transaction price of light crystal alloy in the market today. It was 1,790 star coins per ounce, which was equivalent to the price of gold.
On the whole, it is a historical low.
If you can stockpile dozens of tons at this time, it will be really fun to lead an army to fight in the future.
Bai Ling asked: "Is the Gorgon Design Bureau also responsible for the reimbursement of this purchase?"
Uriel pushed up his glasses and said bluntly, "Of course."
If large companies take the lead in order purchasing, prices can be pushed down further.
Since Bai Ling has made up his mind to overthrow the empire, he must be prudent from now on to avoid repeating the same mistakes and falling into the vicious cycle of being poor - fighting - picking up weapons - becoming poorer and poorer.
Bai Ling said: "Regarding the purchase of light crystal alloy, I also want to invest."
When Uriel heard this, he stumbled and his glasses slipped off his nose. Bai Ling was quick-witted and quick-handed. He caught the falling glasses and handed them back to Uriel.
Uriel wiped his lenses and was about to put them back on. The moment he raised his head, his entire face was revealed. His untidy beard and decadent expression could not hide his handsome features, which made Bai Ling's mind flash with thoughts.
This face...why does it look a bit like Cade?
Uriel covered the upper half of his face with his glasses again and said helplessly, "Regarding the issue of equity, I suggest you talk to our big boss directly. I'm just an ordinary social worker and I don't have the authority to do so."
Bai Ling nodded and looked at him absentmindedly twice. Uriel was completely unaware and led him to the production room, called the technician who was responsible for the installation of the mental firewall, and then strolled off to have afternoon tea.
"Wow, are you the No. 0? I've heard a lot about you." The technician was very young and was very skillful in connecting the lines, but he talked too much.
Bai Ling: "...Yes, driver No. 0."
Focus on the three words "driver" to emphasize their importance.
The technician smiled kindly, "I know you are a very good pilot. The game was very exciting and made our entire workshop excited. It is really gratifying that the mecha that we have worked on day and night can exert its power to the maximum extent in the hands of the right person."
The technician pressed the combination lock next to the door, and the blue steel door slid open, revealing a huge indoor manufacturing room that was six stories high. A circle of scaffolding was built in the center of the space, forming a hollow area. The Rattler was currently parked in this open space, with people in white coats walking in and out of its shoulders and in the cab, conducting routine data checks.
"This should be your first time in the production room. Isn't it shocking?" The technician said with his eyes shining and his arms folded.
Bai Ling said calmly: "It is indeed shocking."
"When I first came here, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep the whole night. At that time, the Rattlesnake project was recruiting technicians. Because I had just graduated and had little work experience, I was unfortunately put on the waiting list. Fortunately, someone temporarily jumped to the opposite company, which made my wish come true. Life is really unpredictable."
The technician sighed, and in a blink of an eye, he found that Bai Ling had walked to the side. He touched his nose awkwardly, knowing that his old habit of talking too much had come back, so he chased after her and prepared to change the topic to something more interesting:
"By the way, do you know the origin of this production line? The big boss invested in it in memory of his late wife. Very romantic, isn't it?"
Bai Ling's face turned dark. What's so romantic about this? He even had a fight with Yu Chen about this and they almost parted ways. After finally getting over it, I am forced to listen to it again.
He glanced at the technician, remembering that when Lu Xun sent him a message, he said that he had a friend working in Uriel Studio who was very talkative. Could it be the one in front of him...
If it were anyone else, they would have shut up long ago when faced with Bai Ling's sharp gaze. Unfortunately, the technician was insensitive by nature and thought that Bai Ling was interested in the topic because he looked back at him. He even pulled out the project establishment document and showed it to Bai Ling:
"Look, the boss even named the project after his late wife's ID."
Bai Ling wanted to say, I won’t watch it, I won’t watch it, I won’t watch it.
However, the technician had already enthusiastically put the project book under his sight. Bai Ling accidentally glanced at it and saw that it was densely covered with small black and white characters. Only the second line on the left side marked the name in dark blue font:
【North Light】
"The boss's old friend was called Zhibeideng. He gave Zhibeideng a production line and hoped that birds with broken legs in the future would be able to spread their wings and fly high."
Bai Ling's heart stopped suddenly, his head buzzed, and he knew nothing after that.
When Uriel came back from drinking tea, he looked carefully and wondered where his little white bird, which was unmoved and poured diesel on the old house, was.
The technician was sweating profusely and rubbing his head. “It seems like he’s been annoyed by me and has collapsed.”
"What?!"
"He rushed out after hearing my story about the big boss's deep love for his old friend."
·
In the evening, the dark clouds that had accumulated all day fell even harder, and soon the ground was wet with cold rain. It gets dark early in winter and the street lights are not yet on. Looking out from the small window, there is only a gray and dark tone in the view.
Yu Chen sat in the aircraft and looked at the time. It was 17:45.
Uriel reported to him an hour ago that Bai Ling had run away.
Yu Chen had just woken up at that time. He covered his forehead and said "Okay", then the AI helped him get up and dress, and drove the car automatically to the station.
He was not wearing a veil today.
Yu Chen took a long step, got off the aircraft holding the wild rose, and glanced around casually. The surroundings suddenly became silent for a few seconds.
The passers-by stood still, unable to move, suppressed by the noble and dignified pheromones on his body. When he walked over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The feeling of oppression was so strong that I didn't even notice what the face looked like.
The AI was inside the aircraft, lying in the scanner, looking at it while shaking the sensor:
This only restores the master's strength to 35%.
As expected, with the addition of visual effects, the master's deterrent power increased greatly.
Yu Chen stood still on the platform, with the sharp pleats of his trousers hanging down smoothly. He looked restrained, with turquoise cufflinks slightly visible at his wrists, making him look low-key and elegant.
17:57, three minutes left to the agreed time.
There was no trace of the bird.
Yu Chen held the flowerpot in his left hand, took out the terminal with his right hand, and slowly typed on the virtual keyboard with his thumb. The words on the screen were very small, and he had just regained his eyesight, so he couldn't see clearly. He had to put his eyes close to it from time to time to confirm.
I glanced at the upper right corner: 59 points.
Yu Chen changed his mind and decided to call and ask directly.
He also developed a bad habit and couldn't wait even a minute longer.
Just as my finger pressed the dial button, at this moment, a soft white appeared across the street corner.
18:00.
The sound of rain gradually became louder, the wind around my ears became stronger, and the station with the red billboard was getting hot in the cold rain.
His depressed heartbeat collided with the rhythm of the rain, and he watched the figure coming towards him. He was tall and lean, with long limbs, like a ballerina, but he walked with a clean, neat demeanor and a straight back, and his military demeanor was immediately apparent.
Yu Chen now understood why the AI asked him to "renew the mechanical bird" time and time again.
This really suits his taste.
However, the bird walked across the intersection and then continued crossing the road without stopping, as if it was oblivious to the passing vehicles.
"Beep beep!" The drivers honked their horns frantically.
Yu Chen's eyes tightened, the hem of his coat fluttering in the wind. He walked over quickly, grabbed the person and pulled him into the brightly lit station.
He pinched the man's chin and squinted at the light. Delicate and soft outline, slightly heroic eyebrows and eyes, gray eyes that look like they have been passed through rain and snow, lacking luster and looking unclear.
It seems like he is in a nightmare.
But a bird is still a bird, and even if it is confused, it will try its best to reach into its pocket. This time, I took out...
A jasmine flower.
I felt listless and didn't know how long I kept it in my pocket in confusion.
Yu Chen watched him open his coat pocket and throw the flowers in, as if he was throwing a letter into a mailbox.
At the same time, he murmured: "It's delivered..."
A pitiful little lunatic.
After he finished muttering, he looked up at Yu Chen in a daze, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils trembled, and he immediately lowered his head and wanted to run.
Yu Chen was well prepared. He bent his arm and pulled the bird back at a precise angle along his waistline. Then he pressed his wrist and folded the bird's wings, leaving him with nowhere to fly.
Caught.
Bai Ling was in a trance and looked at him with a reproachful look: "What are you doing?"
He didn't know that Yu Chen had recognized him, and thought that the other party was still a blind old man who could be fooled easily.
Yu Chen asked in a gentle voice: "Did you go to buy flowers?"
“…I didn’t buy it.”
"Where did that come from?"
Bai Ling fluttered her eyelashes and said randomly, "I'm... a flower seller. An omega bought some flowers and asked me to give them to you."
He used to be a peddler, but now he says he’s a florist.
Yu Chen asked with amusement: "What kind of omega?"
"Gentle, kind, innocent, cute, and doesn't bite."
He spoke a lot without pausing.
Yu Chen looked helpless: "Is that how you describe yourself?"
Bai Ling: “…”
He finally reacted and pushed his depressed chest twice, but it was as if it was welded with steel plates and he couldn't struggle at all. This happened in a public place again. He broke down for a while and ran here in a daze. Then he was trapped in the arms of the mermaid. He couldn't help but see his eyes turn red.
All the grievances and sadness suddenly found a way to vent.
"So what kind of omega do you want?"
The mermaid didn't give him any chance to escape: "You are like this."
Bai Ling's body trembled slightly, his eyes moistened, but he smiled and said: "...Then you are done."
"I'm not the online friend you imagined at all. I'm such a bad omega that I use your abdominal muscles to warm my hands, lose my temper with you, and bite you."
Yu Chen hugged him tightly, as if he was trying to strangle the little bird into his heart: "How great, that's what I deserve."
At 18:01, street lights were lit up along the coastline in the distance. The brilliant lights of the city illuminated the station and also illuminated Bai Ling's eyes.
Yu Chen rubbed his head and rubbed his hands full of water. It was wet. He didn’t even bring an umbrella when it was raining. It was really worrying.
He leaned over to kiss the bird's cold and wet forehead, but the bird dodged, rubbed its eyes hard, and said in a panic and stiff manner:
"Don't kiss me, don't kiss me here."
"What's wrong? Are you shy?"
No, you will be kissed until you cry.
The little bird shed tears and complained, "If you kiss me, I will no longer be waterproof."
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