The streamlined body and silver matte shell make this motorcycle full of science fiction color. The latest model of cancer cell battery is powerful and has perfect power storage effect. It can operate at full power and can work for up to seventy-two hours, which is theoretically sufficient.
Across half a continent.
The rotary engine has full horsepower and high enough voltage. It only takes five seconds to accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers. If you are not a soul master, you will not be able to control this speed.
The car body has its own soul shield, which can be activated by injecting soul power. The force field generator replaces the airbag, which can ensure the safety of the driver even if the vehicle loses control and crashes.
The most important thing is that this car...
Xue Ye straddled the car, twisting the handles on both sides at the same time. With the powerful roar of the engine, the car began to dazzlingly transform.
Just like a Transformer, it turned into armor that enveloped the snowy night. The front and rear tires went around the back and became part of the armored wings. The soul-guided power armor controlled by body sense was worth ten dollars even if Chengying only charged a friendly cost price.
Thousand gold soul coins.
Something like this is handmade, especially one made by Duke Tulip himself. If it weren't for the friendly price, no one would be able to afford it. The only person who can spend so much money to buy something like this is Xue Ye, who is both rich and beautiful.
The free continent is the richest and the richest.
"This smooth control feeling and the ability to fly are so perfect! Brother Cheng will not disappoint you!" Xue Ye, suspended in mid-air, slowly landed, and his eyes accidentally glanced at the battery cover on his chest.
It is usually the place where the author carves his name, but this car has a sentence carved on it...
"Golden scales are just things in the pond. They transform into dragons when the storm strikes."
When Xue Ye saw this, he was slightly startled, and then he pressed the battery cover on his chest calmly, but he didn't want the hood to be touched by him, so he turned it over directly, and what was engraved on the other side was.
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be Penghao people?"
Seeing this, Xue Ye was silent for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "As expected of Brother Cheng! He really understands me!"
Unloading his new toys, he pressed the elevator on a snowy night and descended from the roof. Electricity has been widely used in the upper floors of Tiandou City, so the elevator also has the name of elevator, but the Miracle Building still retains its windmill-driven function.
Purely mechanical elevator.
The elevator door opened in the underground parking lot, and what greeted him was a group of extremely talented drivers, and their racing cars painted in various camouflage patterns. When they saw the snowy night appear, they all cheered like a boo.
Faced with this chaotic scene, Xue Ye tied up her long hair and threw her robe aside, revealing a racing suit underneath that was similar to that of these bosozokus.
"Follow closely, piggies!" As he spoke, Xue Ye got on his car, pointed his middle finger behind him, and rushed out first. This was his image in the minds of ordinary people.
He is uninhibited and has no regard for rules and laws. However, he is rich and makes people's teeth itch. His status is such that no one wants to mess with him.
Xue Ye rode Juechen, followed by more than two hundred bosozokus with different clothes and hair colors, whizzing past the streets of Tiandou City, saying they were familiar with the track.
The people along the street were afraid to avoid him. Even if Xue Ye was not the crown prince, his bumping into someone would be in vain. What could he do if he didn't hide?
The motorcade roared like locusts passing by, and the place they passed instantly became deserted.
…
Clang!
A steel gun was nailed into the middle of the road and then transformed into dozens of people, blocking the way ahead. Xue Ye and the convoy behind him had to stop racing.
"Third brother! You are fooling around again!" A tall, short-haired young man in military uniform stopped in front of him.
"What is the crime of riding a horse to hurt someone in the imperial city? As a prince, don't you know?"
Hearing this, Xue Ye jumped off the motorcycle with a smile and punched the short-haired young man on the chest moderately, as if to say hello: "Brother, this is wrong, I am not riding a horse! The ring will be released in two weeks
The City Motorcycle Grand Prix was also approved by the emperor himself, which is a great thing to promote the country’s economic development!
Brother, you are called the guardian of the empire, scarlet red snow, can’t you not even see this?”
"My name is Xue Chi, don't think I don't know, you are the one who came up with that nickname! The important affairs of the country are between farmers and soldiers. Playing with money is just a small trick. Indulging in it is tantamount to discarding the basic and chasing the weak. I don't care about anything else, at least today
Don’t even think about messing around anymore!”
"It's so old-fashioned. How old is this? It doesn't matter how fast the Tulip Duchy develops. It's just old history that emphasizes agriculture and suppresses business." Xue Ye didn't care and put the car away in the storage soul guide.
: "Forget it if you don't let me play. You can't control me when I go to play outside the city!"
"No matter how fast Duke Tulip develops, he is still a duke of the empire. Without the money and food of the empire, even if he has great ability, he can only live in a corner.
Third brother, you just don’t understand. This is a world where the one with the biggest fist is the boss. Nothing is more important than the powerful soul master and legion. Forget it, I can’t control you, just do whatever you want!”
Xue Chi shook his head, turned around and waved to Contra who was carrying him: "Let's go! Today we have to review the construction of a new military factory."
…
Looking at his brother walking away, Xue Ye showed a meaningful smile: "The one who really doesn't understand is you, eldest brother! It's true that the one with the big fist is the eldest, but do you really know what a fist is?"
"It's gone, let's go! I'm going to the outskirts of the city to relax, so let's go!" Xue Ye said as he took the royal family's special bus and headed towards the outskirts of the city.
…
Mithril Tractor Factory, a joint venture between Xue Ye and Cheng Ying, had a silver-white motorcycle parked at the entrance of the factory. Xue Ye seemed to be tired from racing, so he stopped at the door and honked the horn and shouted.
"Come out, someone, your boss is here! I'm exhausted!" That's the good thing about the feudal system. No matter where you go, there will be no shortage of slaves serving tea and water. Soon someone will prepare a banquet and invite Xue Ye in.
To be honest, mithril and tractors are not compatible at all, but in this era, tractors are still a precious thing, so there is no such big sense of dissonance.
As he passed the production line on a snowy night, he asked casually: "How is the development of our factory? How many tractors can we produce in a day?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, the Mithril Tractor Factory has built thirteen branches around Tiandou City. Without the factory, it can produce about ten tractors every day on average."
"Oh? So many? Isn't there a problem of overcapacity?" Xue Ye raised her eyebrows.
"There is indeed serious overcapacity. Due to transportation problems, there are already more than 300 tractors backlogged in various factories. If this continues, there may be problems with capital turnover."
Hearing this, Xue Ye just smiled and said: "It's okay, don't worry, continue production. They are all modular products and can be modified even if they can't be used on farmland."
