After buying the stock, Ren Zhong immediately took the next step and went straight to the city wall near the north gate of the town.

At this time, the boy and his mother were having dinner in the room.

As soon as Ren Zhong stood at the door, he heard the old lady's scolding coming from inside.

Knock on the door.

After waiting for a few seconds, the wooden door opened, and the confused boy poked his head out.

Ren Zhong pretended to be surprised, "Hey, I've seen you before. What a coincidence."

The young man rubbed his hands cautiously, "Sir, what do you want from me?"

Ren Zhong pointed at the supply and marketing cooperative transport truck that was unloading goods next to him, and said: "I'm going to build a house here. But I'm busy and don't have time to build it myself. Guys, you help me build it. After it's built, I'll give you 3 contribution points.

How about it?"

The young man was stunned on the spot.

The story that followed was basically the same as last time, but before Ren Zhong left, he asked a few more questions.

"By the way, you seem to be short of money. What do you want to save money for? Can you tell me about it?"

The young man nervously looked back at the door and lowered his voice: "Mr. Ren, I want to buy a second-hand rapid-fire machine gun. I asked someone about it. It only costs 10 points, which is exactly 3 contribution points short. I thought it would take a long time to save.

It's been a long time, Mr. Ren, you have helped me a lot."

Ren Zhongzuo suddenly realized, "I see. In this case, don't look far away from the near. I will take care of the gun purchase for you later. I only need 10 o'clock from you and I will get you a 90% new one. How about it?"

"

"This..." the young man quickly shook his head, "How can this be done? Ninety-percent new ones cost at least fifteen points, I... you have already given me a very high reward. I can no longer take advantage of you."

Ren Zhong laughed loudly and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Look what you said. As long as you finish the house for me, I will be happy. So what if I give you a hand? Come on! Work hard! As long as you are willing to work hard,

I’ll take you with me from now on!”

The young man was stunned for a long time.

His intuition told him that the kindness of the man in front of him came too suddenly, like a conspiracy.

But he couldn't figure out what the other party could do to him.

Money?

impossible.

The remuneration offered by this gentleman is fifteen times the normal price! He is definitely a man who is not short of money!

Anything else? But don’t I have nothing?

"Mr. Ren, are you telling the truth?"

Ren Zhong asked, "What can I lie to you about?"

The young man scratched his head and said, "That's right."

"But just because I'm a good person, you can't be unprepared for everyone. In this small town, for many people, 10 contribution points is a huge sum of money. You have to pay attention to protecting yourself."

The young man subconsciously felt that Ren Zhong's words were somewhat contradictory, but he still nodded honestly, "Yes, I remember."

After a long time, Ren Zhong left with a happy mood.

This young man has already passed his test completely.

Ren Zhong is temporarily unable to save everyone, so he will start with the people around him.

Afterwards, Ren Zhong went to the arms mall without stopping.

A set of training armor, a matching battery, and a magnetic storm dust grenade, with a total cost of 72 points.

He didn't meet Ju Qingmeng when he was shopping, only an ordinary teller dealt with him.

This is normal.

Ju Qingmeng is the top leader of the arms mall, and he is not an ordinary employee who can be called around by just anyone.

After buying the things, Ren Zhong thought about it and didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he said to the teller: "By the way, I also want to test the mecha warrior talent."

The teller raised his head and glanced at Ren Zhong, "This requires the operation of precision instruments. I don't have the authority. The manager must come."

The teller looked back at the manager's office, which was closed next to the counter, and said, "Sorry, our manager is in a bad mood today. You can try your luck another day."

Ren Zhong decisively added money, "I'll give you a tip of 1 point before tax."

"Sir, please come in!"

ten minutes later.

Ju Qingmeng, a cold-faced strong woman, stared at the cabinet monitor expressionlessly and curled her lips, "The initial brain-machine synchronization rate is 10%, which is useless."

Ren Zhong: "Ah this..."

No!

That's not what you said last time!

Ren Zhong clearly remembered that the last time she tested the initial synchronization rate, she praised the same number with a smile, "10%, not bad, just up to standard."

It was "good" last time, but it's "waste" this time!

The difference between the two times is that I did not wear the skin of a census officer, nor was the mayor Ma Dafu personally leading the way.

The treatment is very different.

The human world is too real.

Seeing the unbelievable and unacceptable look on Ren Zhong's face, Ju Qingmeng waved his hands impatiently, "What, this and that. You don't think you can measure 19.9%, do you? Are you dreaming? Initial synchronization rate If you only get 10%, it means that it is basically impossible for you to become a mecha warrior above level three. I say you are useless, are you still not convinced?"

Ren Zhong squirted all over her head, but his mind subconsciously recalled the way she looked shy in her gauze pajamas that night...

"No, this is the situation. Before this afternoon, I was still a terminally ill patient, and I have just been cured by Dr. Sun Miao. I am still very weak, but I am recovering quickly."

Ju Qingmeng looked Ren Zhong up and down, "You look very pale now. In this way, you can take the test again when you have recovered a little. It is recommended that you only strengthen your body before this, and don't use training armor, otherwise the data will be inaccurate. .I saw someone in your situation last year..."

Poor Wen Lei died again.

At this moment, Ju Qingmeng's eyes drifted to the cabinet monitor again and he exclaimed.

"Eh! It's 11%? There's something wrong with the data just now? Just lie down and don't move, and I'll take the test again."

…

Half an hour later, Ju Qingmeng looked at the 12.3% brain-machine synchronization rate on the monitor and could not speak for a long time.

She has never seen such a person, who can measure the initial value and then increase it at the same time. He simply doesn't follow the basic methods.

"Mr. Ren, something is not right with you."

Her attitude changed slightly and she started to use titles.

Seeing that he was almost done, Ren Chong said, "I told you that I am a terminally ill patient who is recovering."

Ju Qingmeng turned around first and glanced at the subordinate who was doing some work beside him, "Get out."

The subordinate slipped out obediently and closed the door behind him.

Ju Qingmeng: "In this case, I will give you an additional set of data to test."

"What?"

"There are other items that I won't charge you for."

"Okay, thank you."

A few minutes later, Ren Zhong and Ju Qingmeng looked at the four sets of numbers on the cabinet display.

The brain-computer synchronization rate was 12.5%, an increase of 0.2%.

Bioelectricity carrying power is 1.03 kilowatts.

Brain response index 52.9.

Comprehensive physical fitness index 5.07.

Everything else was fine, except that the brain reaction index was a bit insanely high.

"Mr. Ren, who are you? Your brain-machine synchronization rate is very strange, and you have not recovered so quickly. Your brain response index is not at the level that a normal person should have! What is your relationship with Sun Miao? ?”

Ju Qingmeng looked at Ren Zhong with scrutinizing eyes.

Ren Zhong sighed, "Do you know, Manager Ju, the specific situation of Dr. Sun?"

Ju Qingmeng nodded, "Of course. People like him must submit complete files when moving into the town."

Ren nodded, "He and I are in similar situations. We used to be colleagues doing research together."

"I see. But as far as I know, the Mengdu Group has not developed a drug that can improve the brain reaction index for a long time. In your case..."

"I'm born with it."

"What! This is impossible!"

"But isn't what you saw the truth? Why should I lie to you?"
To be continued...