Ronan looked back and saw the figure on the tarmac and met His Majesty the Emperor Wu's eyes. Along the way, he never met His Majesty the Emperor Wu again, so he couldn't help but guess:
Do you have something to say?
He walked down the gangway and came to His Majesty the Emperor Wu. Without the latter having to say anything, Zhang Yingying helped introduce the important people among the pick-up crew with a look:
"This is the boss's investment manager in Ti City, Mr. Batty."
Among the group of people picking up the airport, one was the first. He had a fat body and a shiny head with no hair. However, he had a thick beard and neatly trimmed it. His facial features were all longer and longer. He was not handsome, but he felt very powerful.
characters,
His Majesty Emperor Wu pointed out this person with a book: "If you have any problems in Ticheng and its surroundings, come to him. I allow him to make a deficit of more than 20 million every year, just to ask for it to work at this time."
Having said that, regardless of other people's reactions, His Majesty the Emperor went forward, and there was a golf cart waiting in front of him. Zhang Yingying thought about it, winked at Ronan, and followed His Majesty the Emperor.
As soon as His Majesty Emperor Wu left, everyone naturally followed him.
His Majesty the Emperor Wu and Zhang Yingying took the first scooter, while Barty and Ronan fell into the second group.
The car started and moved forward. Barty was not too embarrassed. He showed Ronan a smile and white teeth: "Loss is just an accident. In fact, I am more proficient in long-term investment. In the foreseeable future, I will get rich returns... Very
It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Ronan. Your arrival makes the elite traders in Ti City happy."
"uh-huh?"
"Many people want to bet on the market confidence in the next three days to one week. Of course, there will also be some people, like me, who want to bet on the future of this city and even the world. No doubt, you are like that
The characters give us opportunities."
Ronando looked at him twice: "It sounds like I'm the dice rolling on the gambling table..."
Barty laughed loudly: "With your weight, no one can move, and no one knows when to stop. For those of us who get close accidentally, we always have to have some fun before being crushed."
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So Ronan knew that Mr. Barty was a very proud person, and he showed some unreasonable frankness when facing people whose strength and status were above him.
In other words, he has some opinions about Ronan.
Ronan had no intention of having a deep conversation with him. At this moment, the light penetrated the darkness. Looking against the headlights, he could vaguely see a speeding car driving up the winding mountain road of the manor.
Batty reminded briefly: "Meng Chong, the security director of the Castle Consortium, said he came under your order."
"Oh, that's right."
While speaking, Meng Chong had already entered Ronan's sensing range, and Batty added: "The conditions of the reception room in the manor are not bad..."
"No, just wait here for him to come."
Just after passing a fork in the road, His Majesty the Emperor's car turned to a certain building complex above, and Ronan asked the driver to stop the car at the intersection.
As long as Mengchong goes up the road, you will definitely encounter him here.
Batty looked at his watch: "Director Meng, it will take about a minute to bypass this winding mountain road... This is a start."
Ronan felt that this bald and bearded guy was a bit talkative, so he didn't speak and only glanced at him.
Barty's smile, revealed from his thick beard, may have a lot more content because of this: "From now on,
There will be 42 hours until the high seas auction begins. At present, there are more than 60 extraordinary people confirmed to participate in the roundtable meeting. With all due respect, to gain the support of more than half of them, you must do some homework in advance."
Ronan still didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly.
Then I heard Batty say: "I have been working in Ticheng for many years and running this manor. Not only are there professional service talents, facilities, but also some channels... Mr. Ronan, some people also want to talk to you."
"some people?"
Ronan looked at another fork in the road. The car carrying His Majesty the Emperor Wu had disappeared into the night:
Is this what His Majesty the Emperor Wu meant?
Ronan was silent for a few seconds. The scene of communicating with His Majesty the Emperor Wu rushed through his mind like water, and then he came to a conclusion.
Won't.
His Majesty the Emperor Wu has clearly pointed out that Ronan is seriously lagging behind in the "social person" homework. The implication is that Ronan is not expected to play a role in this field. Ronan asked His Majesty the Emperor Wu because he hoped that she could help him
To make up for this shortcoming, the two parties have already negotiated the terms, even if the terms are a bit cloudy...
Ronan's eyes turned to Barty again, confirming this person's nature.
This is a broker, a very powerful broker.
His Majesty Wu Huang obviously knew that, and she probably meant that this person would be useful, but she definitely didn't follow this guy's lead.
As for how to use it...
Ronan thought and shook his head slowly: "I lack confidence in my eloquence. In addition, I can't arrange my time well."
Barty smiled heartily: "Mr. Ronan, the role of professionals is to help guests like you make more efficient use of time and various resources."
"Really? The time for doing experiments can also be divided?"
"...This is a very unique itinerary." Batty was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon smiled again, "But there will always be a way."
The lighting light came over and smeared across Barty's face, and the same thing happened on Ronan's face.
Meng Chong arrived.
The car stopped at the fork in the road, and someone got out of the cab. It was Meng Chong. He was dressed neatly in a leather jacket and denim trousers. His first impression was that he was light-hearted and brave, which was quite consistent with his identity as a physically strong man.
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Ronan also stepped off the golf cart.
He is no stranger to Meng Chong. Even if he knew little about it before, he has been playing with the Blood Soul Temple from time to time in the past six months, observing and even guiding the daily operation of the solidified configuration of the abyss area. Even if he is not familiar with it, he is already familiar with it.
In his eyes, Meng Chong was like a sealed kiln. It was already "hot" on the outside, but inside there was a more deadly high temperature that could melt metalized iron. He was a dangerous person worthy of attention.
Of course, the feeling of Meng Chong is another matter.
At this time, Meng Chong had no expression on his face and bowed to Ronan, but did not say a word. Unlike Mrs. Halder and Yin Le, he had not yet found the right fit for Ronan and the looming "Mr. Mo" when they met for the first time.
relationship model,
But he will finally speak.
After being stunned for two seconds, he still chose a title similar to Yin Le: "Sir, two kinds of four base numbers each are ready."
Meng Chong went straight to the point without saying anything. When he saw Batty, an outsider, he concealed the term "slicer" and showed a cautious and sophisticated side.
With that said, he turned to the back of the car, Ronan walked over, and Barty followed him as if nothing was wrong.
Luo Nan ignored him and Meng Chong met Luo Nan.
Nan didn't respond, didn't say much, and opened the trunk. There were two boxes side by side inside, one big and one small.
Meng Chong opened the smaller one, and inside there were four cylinders, only the size of an ordinary pen holder, two made of wood and two made of metal.
Ronan didn't even need to open it to take a look. He scanned it with his soul power and knew that the four cylinders were all slicing instruments. However, the wooden cylinder was made of abnormal bone material, and the metal cylinder was made of some kind of special memory alloy.
"Each tube contains 200 pieces,"
Meng Chong's reported number is much more than the base number of 132 coins required by Ronan. But this is normal. After all, there are no quality inspection standards, and there is always a problem of yield rate.
Ronan opened one of the metal tubes, poured out all the alloy pellets inside, placed it in the palm of his hand, carefully closed it, and rubbed it slightly between the fingers of his palm, making a slightly astringent sound.
With just one breath, these gadgets the size of rice grains seemed to come to life. Their bodies "swelled" and changed into insect forms similar to ants. There were also flying wing-like sheets vibrating on both sides. From Ronan's fingers,
It passes through, returns to the cylinder, collides with the cylinder wall, and makes a rustling sound.
It flew like this one after another, and it took half a minute for it to "return to the nest". However, a considerable number of them, about 50, leaked directly from Ronan's fingers and fell all over the floor.
This one was not very successful in transformation and manipulation, and was directly eliminated by Ronan.
The margin reserved really worked.
Beside them, Batty and Meng Chong's eyes overcame the night and glanced at the dark ground.
The difference was that Batty made no follow-up actions, while Meng Chong immediately lowered his waist, picked up a few from the ground, put them in the palm of his hand, took photos and archived them, and prepared to send them back to the processing factory for subsequent comparison and improvement.
Ronan ignored the actions of the two men, picked up another tube, and repeated the same process. In this way, each tube was tested, and fifty or sixty pieces were eliminated from each tube. One of the tubes made of aggregate material had even been
Not enough for a base.
The yield rate is indeed not ideal. Compared with the "Bumper Sakamoto" that is still "embedded" in the water vapor clone, the gap is quite obvious.
Seeing this, Meng Chong could only admit his mistake: "Sir, I'm sorry..."
"Nothing, as expected."
The gap between Earth's materials and craftsmanship and those of the Tianyuan Empire is obvious. What's more, in the standard version of the Tianyuan Empire, each slitting instrument has a built-in microchip, which can be adjusted intelligently to reduce a lot of control burden.
Ronan is on Earth, and without this condition, there must be a lot of redundant operations that exceed the "operating standards". The difficulty will increase, and the requirements for the strength and sensitivity of the slicing instrument will also increase.
Under multiple conditions, basically, it can be used as long as it works.
Even the refined version of His Majesty the Emperor Wu is still relatively fragile, isn't it?
Ronan is very tolerant.
He put the slicing instruments in order and turned his gaze to the big box next to him, feeling a little unsure: "This is..."
"Deputy Priest Yin once asked the religious group to collect relevant information and resources about the 'Dark Blue Walker'."
Meng Chong opened the big box, revealing the disassembled and classified silver-white body components inside: "This is a military experimental machine. According to the military, it is between the third and fourth editions. It was transferred through internal relations.
, has fulfilled the formal procedures, and is currently affiliated with the security department of the Castle Consortium. It can be connected to the private network, but the permissions are limited. We thought that sir might be able to use it in the near future, so we took it over."