The sun shines on the clean streets of Bunas, and there are busy people under the traffic lights. Just looking at the scenery here, it is no different from a modern street.
It even looks more modern than those antique streets in Europe - because Bunas did not consider aesthetics when building it.
Eighty percent of the buildings here are primitive cuboids with no sense of design. Based on the principle of being the most practical and easiest to build, a whole new city was built in one go.
Therefore, the art students in Bunas are extremely disappointed here. What they learn is simply incompatible with everything they see in front of them.
"Excuse me, is this the registration office for the World Industrial Expo?" A woman sitting behind the counter, trimming her nails boredly, heard the voice of inquiry and raised her head to see a middle-aged man wearing traditional aristocratic clothing.
Seeing the woman raising her head and looking at him, the man took off his hat and confirmed more politely: "Excuse me, is this the registration office for the World Industrial Expo?"
"Yes, may I ask, what can I do for you?" The female employee in charge of the reception showed a trained smile and asked politely.
Because this is the first time such an expo is held in the world, there are not many individuals who come to apply for booths. Therefore, in order to encourage registration, the reception here is all carefully selected beauties, and their attitudes are very good.
Already.
The middle-aged man was too scared to look directly at the girl's bright smile. He nervously introduced himself: "Uh... yes, it's like this. I, I'm from the small town of Shulkova. I'm from there."
, a viscount there, I, my name is Cos Reiner.”
"Viscount Rainer, what's the matter with you coming here?" The reception girl still smiled, showing two small dimples, looking very sincere.
The viscount was still a little nervous and stammered: "I, I want to apply here, yes, apply for a booth to display my latest invention."
"Oh, can you describe your invention? We need to roughly judge whether your invention is qualified to have a booth at the venue." When the girl heard what the other party said, she immediately confirmed in a routine manner: "No.
Sorry, because our booths are indeed limited, so we must screen and select as many potential and greater inventions as possible to exhibit."
Although the platform was actually very wealthy, Tang Mo couldn't let his first industrial expo turn into a joke.
Therefore, screening is still necessary, at least to make sure that what is placed on the platform is not too outrageous.
You said that if anyone comes, and someone comes up with a trick like water turning into oil, perpetual motion machine, etc., will Tang Mo expose it or let it go?
"I, I understand, but I, my invention is definitely qualified to get a place on display." The Viscount was obviously very confident in his invention and said firmly.
The girl herself was also very curious, because she knew that many of the things on display at the expo were very powerful technological innovations: "Oh? Can you tell me about it?"
"Of course, of course! I invented a device that can make people fly into the sky!" When the Viscount mentioned his things, he was no longer so nervous and nervous, and he spoke much more fluently.
The girl raised her eyebrows and her voice was full of doubts: "Huh? Fly?"
"Yes, fly!" The Viscount nodded.
The reception girl continued to ask: "Airship? Hot air balloon?"
After all, she knew that these were the only two things that could fly.
"No! It's not the kind of floating flying! It's real... flying freely!" In order to make the girl understand, the viscount even made a gesture.
"Are you kidding?" The receptionist girl certainly didn't believe that there were machines that could fly in this world.
The Viscount tried his best to prove himself: "No, of course not! If you are willing to help me, I can complete my design! Believe me! As long as... you can give me a chance."
The girl felt that this was no longer something she could handle, so she twisted her chair, turned half a circle, and shouted to her colleagues in the distance: "Help, go and invite Mr. Mishe over..."
Soon, a young man named Mishe who was in charge here came over. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and looked much younger than the girl at the reception window.
After listening to Viscount Rainer's words, he, who had not yet fully graduated, looked at the girl in charge of reception and said in a gentle voice: "Please invite this gentleman to go upstairs for a cup of tea!"
"Yes!" the girl at the reception window agreed immediately.
"Thank you, thank you." Reiner, who was quite flattered, also heard this instruction and immediately thanked him cautiously.
After waiting for people to go upstairs, Mishe looked at his assistant again and continued to give instructions: "Let Laili have a good chat with him and don't make the atmosphere too awkward! Do you understand?"
This Laili is a beautiful woman and is good at socializing. She was seconded from the bar and is responsible for the reception work. She is the kind of woman who can chat with the other party all day long without letting the conversation get awkward, because this is
her job.
The assistant immediately went to make arrangements: "Yes! Sir."
After everything was arranged, Mishe took his assistant to the side of the telephone, grabbed the receiver, shook the generator handle, and said: "Hello? Is this the wiring station? I'm the registration office of the expo...
Yes, please pick me up from the city hall..."
Although he studied technical courses in school, otherwise he would not be in charge of this registration office. But he really doesn't know anything about aircraft, because it is an absolute secret within the Datang Group, not him.
level can be reached.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! So he had no way to rely on what he had learned to identify aircraft technology, and he was worried about missing important things, so he could only bite the bullet and find experts in this field.
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After he finished explaining what happened to the other party on the phone, he could only hold the receiver and wait for the news.
There is no way, even within the Datang Group, there are very few people who have access to aircraft technology, and most of them are still on Long Island, so it is not easy to find such a person.
After a long wait, when Mishe almost thought that his call must have been disconnected, a slightly disturbing and distorted female voice came from the receiver of the phone: "Go ahead."
"Hello, madam. What I am looking for is an engineering technician who is proficient in mechanical design and has knowledge of airships and other aircraft." Mische grabbed the phone receiver and emphasized again.
If the other party was a man, he might have said it directly, but a woman's voice made him feel unsure.
As a result, I only heard the person on the other end of the phone continue to say: "I am Youlin, Mishe, you can report now."
For a moment, Mishe subconsciously straightened his body, raised his chin, and greeted loudly: "Good morning, senior! This is how it is. Just now, a young nobleman from out of town was found.
Here, I say that he has designed a machine that can make people fly..."
"Have you confirmed it?" You Lin naturally heard about these things on the way here, so he confirmed calmly.
"I can't tell... I'm not studying that major..." Mishe explained with some embarrassment.
You Lin was silent for two seconds, and then ordered: "I understand! Watch him! Don't let him leave... I will arrange for someone to go there."
"Yes!" Mishe straightened his body again, answered loudly, and then hung up the phone meticulously as if he was performing some ritual.
"Sir, what are you doing?" The assistant looked at Mishe with some confusion, curious about who was on the other end of the phone.
Mishe adjusted his clothes and said, "Let's go and talk to Mr. Reiner."
"Which senior sister answered the phone just now?" The assistant asked this question out of curiosity.
Mishe glanced at the other party and explained helplessly: "Don't ask! Which senior do you think it is that can scare me like this?"
"Uh...it can't be..." The assistant was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was probably only Her Majesty the Queen in the school who could make Mishe so awe-inspiring.
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"You Lin, what's wrong?" Seeing You Lin walking in, Tang Mo put down the pencil in his hand and asked with a smile.
On his drawing table, suddenly there was a drawing of an aircraft, an aircraft with a more complex structure and obviously more advanced performance.
You Lin immediately reported: "Just now, a message came from the registration office of the expo, saying that someone claimed to have developed a machine that can make people fly."
"Huh?" Tang Mo was stunned. He really didn't expect that the secret weapon he held in his hand was also developed by the indigenous people of this world!
If what the other party brought out was really a plane, it could really be described as a genius!
You know, this world is driven by Tang Mo, and the technology is very deformed! Not many people here even understand the basic technical principles introduced by Tang Mo, let alone the talents to develop new technologies.
Even a consortium like Cyric, which used to be a high-tech company in this world, is now able to modify cars only with the secret support of Tang Mo. Can anyone really design an airplane? Tang Mo expressed his doubts.
On the one hand, there was suspicion, on the other hand, there was endless curiosity. Tang Mo really wanted to know what kind of person could be so powerful and build a plane without anyone's help!
"I have asked someone to control the other party. Do you need me to go over and take a look?" You Lin asked.
Tang Mo pointed to the coat: "Hmm... No need... I'll go over and see for myself."
