Cheng Lin did not talk to Ren Yi anymore, he just said a few words and ended the conversation.
He put down his cell phone and began to concentrate on repairing the magic weapon.
A few hours later…
"It's finally over."
In a certain room of the research institute, Cheng Lin dispersed the You Yan in his hand that had started to fade in color.
He placed the last "test item" on the table, feeling a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
The first time he formally repaired the magic weapon, he repaired so much in one go, and even rested and recovered twice in between. By now, the spiritual energy in his body has been basically exhausted.
"This life is really tiring."
Cheng Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead and murmured to himself, each magic weapon takes at least dozens of minutes to refine. The higher the grade, the longer it takes. This is just one refining. If you want to refine the magic weapon
If you continue to repair, the time and energy spent will increase exponentially.
"It's not easy to do the job of a weapon refiner." Cheng Lin smiled bitterly.
He was the only one in the room, mainly because refining weapons was too time-consuming and Professor Wu had too many things to do, so he stayed here for a while and then left. Anyway, there was a computer that automatically recorded the data, so Cheng Lin could just do it silently by himself.
After pressing a certain button in the room, Senior Sister Meng soon opened the door and walked in: "The teacher is really busy, so he sent me over to handle it. How about it? Have all the information been entered?"
After checking the data, Senior Sister Meng nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, the data collection is over."
It's over? It's finally over?
Cheng Lin let out a long breath, as if he was liberated. Seeing his appearance, Senior Sister Meng couldn't help but smile and handed over a glass of water: "You must be exhausted."
"Serve the people...not tired or tired..."
Cheng Lin drank a whole glass in one gulp and said politely.
Senior Sister Meng shook her head and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work. This work is quite tiring, but don't worry, I won't let you come and help in vain. No, look what is this?"
As she spoke, she took out a small dark green notebook from her pocket like a magic trick and handed it to Cheng Lin.
"What's this?"
Cheng Lin wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and said in surprise.
When I took it over and looked at it, it looked like a certificate. On the cover was written "Modu Spiritual Energy Science Research Institute" in hot gold. When I opened it, there was a one-inch photo of him, as well as some basic information, stamped with steel, and the title column.
It says "Assistant Researcher".
Cheng Lin was very surprised. He repaired the magic weapon for a while, but why did he get an extra certificate?
What is a research assistant?
Senior Sister Meng explained with a smile: "The teacher said that you can't let your help go free, and asked me what kind of reward I can give you. I thought that you would definitely graduate in a few months and get a formal job, so I applied for this for you.
In fact, it is to give you a status affiliated with our research institute. There is no salary and no need to work. It is just a name... With the name of assistant researcher, you can get discounts when purchasing resources internally in the future. "
Being named in a large organization? Cheng Lin knew that this kind of thing was quite common. It sounded like Senior Sister Meng had specially applied for it for herself, but this discount on purchasing resources made him a little confused.
Senior Sister Meng explained it again, and then he understood.
This matter also needs to be related to what Liang Pi said when several people in the group gathered for dinner.
At that time, Liang Pi claimed internal information that the country would gradually open up the spiritual energy material trading market, and the Magic City would conduct a pilot project. According to Senior Sister Meng, trading markets in various regions would be established later.
With the notebook of this "assistant researcher", you can get a discount or something when purchasing training resources. Of course, the discount is definitely very limited, but when you add up, the value is not small.
Cheng Lin suddenly felt all the fatigue disappearing from his body, his eyes widened with unexpected joy.
It sounds like Senior Sister Meng's contribution here is not small. Maybe it's because she is a student of Ren Yi? So she takes care of herself?
Cheng Lin immediately thanked her seriously: "Thank you, Sister Meng, for your help. How about I treat you to a meal?"
Senior Sister Meng pursed her lips and smiled and said: "No, you don't need to thank me. The discount is not necessarily big. Moreover, as an assistant researcher, if the institute has some important magic weapons that need to be repaired, you also need to come and help.
, of course, don’t worry, I will never use you as a coolie, senior talents are not wasted like this."
Is this an obligation that comes with the privilege?
No wonder Professor Wu approved this application. It seems that this old scholar is not purely generous.
Thinking about it, if Wu Mingxun was really a simple-minded person, he would not be able to take the position of dean. This was a sweetener for Cheng Lin and also paved the way for him to ask for help in the future.
Cheng Lin shook his head and laughed. He was not disgusted with Wu Mingxun's thoughts.
"Okay, just contact me if you need anything in the future." Cheng Lin carefully put away the "certificate" and said with a smile.
After a pause, he said: "Then can I leave now?"
"Of course, I'll see you off." Senior Sister Meng nodded, led Cheng Lin all the way to the gate, and then said, "There are still many things to be busy with, so I'll see you off here. That's it, okay, yes
Come and play when you have time, Xiaolin."
Xiaolin...
Before, I was still Xiao Cheng, but now I am Xiao Lin. Is this a more familiar name?
It's a pity that I, Xiaolin, don't have a dragon maid...
Cheng Lin complained in his heart, waved his hand, said goodbye to Senior Sister Meng, called a car, and left the institute to return to the hotel where the Ninth Division was stationed.
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When we returned to the hotel, it was already afternoon.
In the car, Cheng Lin was also paying attention to the situation through his mobile phone. The harvest was still being sorted out on the beach. Except for the small lapels from the major departments who stayed there to defend, the rest returned to their bases temporarily to rest and wait for what was to come next.
Credit accounting.
There are hot discussions on the Internet. The appearance of "Senior Cheng" has pushed this super IP to a climax. Major online stores around Senior Cheng are experiencing a sales peak. It is said that several major domestic film studios are preparing a big movie about Senior Cheng.
Filming is about to start, and it’s going to be really lively anyway.
Cheng Lin watched these things silently and felt quite comfortable.
I returned to the hotel, entered the room, and took a shower, which finally relieved me of all the fatigue.
After taking a shower, he returned to the bedroom, closed the curtains, took out his mobile phone, and used the "anti-surveillance" mechanism that came with the deduction program to check the hotel room. After confirming that there were no cameras, he reached out his hand with some excitement and moved toward
A flick on the ground.
Suddenly, the floor was filled with broken magic weapons. There were dozens of them, almost all of which were high-level magic weapons or above.
The gray He Jian with a thin red line on top of the pile of rags is so inconspicuous.
"Getting sorted out!"
Cheng Lin cheered. He didn't have time to sort it carefully on the island, and now he finally has enough free time to study this pile of things.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Cheng Lin held his chin up and thought.
"Well...which one should I start with?"
After thinking about it, he took out the "One Hundred Thousand Soul Flags" that he was familiar with, and flicked it gently, and suddenly the dark light on its surface flashed, and the originally clean and tidy bedroom was suddenly filled with dark winds, and dense war spirits emerged from it.
The flags shook out and flew in the small bedroom...m.