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Chapter 623 [622] This is too miraculous!

Three days later.

Amidst the sensational buzz surrounding the extravagant Sea King Banquet, Cheng Han quietly arrived in another war zone – the Huiyang War Zone.

Not long ago,

the Dongli War Zone was upgraded to a major war zone and expanded, joining twenty-nine other war zones under the jurisdiction of the General Overseer's Hall.

Later, the General Overseer's Hall, believing that the security situation in each war zone had improved, ordered each war zone to increase the scale of Qingmi shrimp farming.

Recently,

the Dongli War Zone has dispatched a large number of aquaculture technicians to various war zones to provide guidance.

Cheng Han's current public identity is that of an aquaculture technician.

Of course,

his guise as a technician to quietly come to the Huiyang War Zone was not to actually guide the aquaculture work, but to understand the situation of the war zone from the bottom up.

At this moment,

in an aquaculture lake.

A small, six-meter-long wooden raft floated motionless on the tranquil lake surface.

Cheng Han was squatting on the edge of the wooden raft, his right hand submerged below the water's surface, stirring the lake water in a strange rhythm.

Since he was nominally a technician, he naturally had to do some of the work a technician should do.

This was the awareness of an excellent actor.

"Splash~"

Ripples spread rapidly.

It was now early winter.

The lake water temperature had dropped to five or six degrees, which could be considered bone-chillingly cold.

Nearby,

a steward named "Zhang Mingrui" watched Cheng Han's back with cold eyes, a faint suspicion flickering in his gaze.

To be honest,

Steward Zhang harbored a suspicion of one hundred and twenty points towards this technician with the "Grade A" title.

There was a reason for this.

Technician Cheng looked too young, almost like a student who had just graduated from middle school.

Any Grade C technician in this war zone was at least ten years older than this person, let alone Grade B or Grade A technicians.

How much knowledge could such a young technician have?

Steward Zhang shook his head slightly, muttering in his heart: "Working hard for decades, in the end, it's still no match for nepotism."

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

Cheng Han suddenly slapped the water surface.

The ripples on the lake surface became larger.

Steward Zhang looked bewildered.

What was he doing?

Two crew members looked over at the sound, also with curious expressions.

Steward Zhang couldn't help but ask: "Technician Cheng, weren't you going to check the growth of the Qingmi shrimp?"

Cheng Han turned his head and grinned: "Of course!"

His right hand slapped the water faster, and he asked rhetorically: "If I don't attract the Qingmi shrimp, how can I check the condition of these little things?"

The suspicion in Steward Zhang's eyes deepened.

Attracting Qingmi shrimp by slapping the water surface?

That's ridiculous!

A tall, thin crew member asked straightforwardly: "Technician Cheng, Qingmi shrimp are very timid creatures.

"As long as these little things hear the sound of the wooden raft, they will immediately run far away. Won't you scare them away by doing this?"

Steward Zhang nodded lightly, feeling that his subordinate was absolutely right.

This young man surnamed "Cheng" was really too outrageous!

Cheng Han's movements in his hands did not stop, and he said to himself: "The sound of the wooden raft is noise, but my slapping water is not."

The tall, thin crew member looked disbelieving.

However, because the other party was from the Dongli War Zone, he did not dare to openly refute.

However,

after more than ten seconds.

Including Steward Zhang, the suspicion in these people's eyes suddenly turned into shock.

They saw with their own eyes that a group of small black dots quickly gathered below the water's surface.

The tall, thin crew member looked surprised and blurted out: "The Qingmi shrimp are coming!"

Another crew member couldn't help but shout: "So many Qingmi shrimp?!"

Roughly looking.

At least three hundred Qingmi shrimp appeared nearby.

They quickly flicked their shrimp tails, moving one by one towards the location where the water was being slapped.

Steward Zhang stared at this scene, his mind in a mess.

My God!

He really attracted the Qingmi shrimp?

Cheng Han chuckled and stirred the lake water vigorously with his right hand.

"Splash~"

Some water splashed up.

Many Qingmi shrimp seemed to understand the gesture, and jumped out of the water one after another, then smashed onto the water surface, stirring up more ripples.

The two crew members watched with their jaws almost dropping.

"Gulp~"

Steward Zhang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suddenly began to feel that Technician Cheng's right hand had some kind of incredible magic.

At the same time.

A sense of embarrassment welled up in his heart.

Just slapping the water surface could attract Qingmi shrimp. This kind of miraculous skill definitely deserved the title of Grade A technician.

Cough!

He misjudged him today!

"Splash~"

Only a few soft sounds were heard.

A few more Qingmi shrimp jumped out of the water, landed in Cheng Han's hand, and lay there obediently without moving.

Steward Zhang was stunned again, and once again felt that his "three views had been subverted."

In the past,

when other technicians in this war zone inspected Qingmi shrimp, which one didn't grab the Qingmi shrimp tightly?

As long as the hand was loosened a little, the Qingmi shrimp would definitely desperately shake its shrimp tail to break free.

Cheng Han stared down for a long while, then tilted his right hand at an angle.

The Qingmi shrimp lying in his palm fell into the water one after another.

He waved his right hand lightly and whispered, "Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The gathered Qingmi shrimp group immediately dispersed.

Steward Zhang watched with admiration.

He suddenly felt that it was really an injustice to rate Technician Cheng as "Grade A."

The level of those Grade A technicians in this war zone was far worse than this person.

Such an awesome technician should have a "Super Grade A" higher than "Grade A" established, and then be rated as "Super Grade A".

The tall, thin crew member still looked surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Technician Cheng, how did you do it?"

The title in this person's mouth quietly changed from the previous "you" to "you," which was a very interesting little detail, and also showed that this guy was completely conquered.

Cheng Han briefly explained: "Qingmi shrimp are very sensitive to sound frequencies. As long as you slap the water surface to form a specific frequency, you can attract them."

To put it bluntly.

In terms of understanding the habits of Qingmi shrimp, no sea clan in this ocean world can compare to him.

The tall, thin crew member couldn't find a suitable adjective, so he had to say: "You are too amazing!"

Steward Zhang praised with admiration: "You are the most amazing technician I have ever seen."

Cheng Han smiled slightly and said, "Let's go!"

Steward Zhang was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Technician Cheng, are you finished checking? Do you need to change to another location?"

Cheng Han straightened his back and shook his head gently: "There is no need! I can know the whole situation by looking at the Qingmi shrimp."

Steward Zhang said "Oh" and immediately looked at his subordinate: "Start the engine and return to the dock!"

If it was ten minutes ago.

This steward would definitely not believe even the punctuation marks. Just "looking at" could clarify the situation. This was a lie!

But now.

He had personally witnessed the other party's amazing methods and had no doubt about this sentence.

"Buzz~"

A low hum.

This was the water jet engine being started.

A strong stream of water was ejected from the stern of the wooden raft.

Under the thrust of the reaction force, the hull slowly moved.

The tall, thin crew member skillfully turned the rudder, controlling the wooden raft to turn around and head towards the dock.

"Whoosh~"

The cold sea breeze came head-on.

Steward Zhang rubbed his hands vigorously, his tone with a hint of flattery: "Technician Cheng, it's too cold here, why don't you go to the cabin to avoid the wind?"

Although this wooden raft was small, it had a narrow cabin that could accommodate up to two people.

However, the two people were a little crowded, and one person was more spacious.

Cheng Han declined the other party's kindness: "No need, I'm not cold!"

He changed the subject: "If I didn't see it wrong, recently the oil extraction rate of Qingmi shrimp refining in the war zone's aquaculture factories has dropped by about four percent."

Steward Zhang's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Cheng Han said lightly: "Personal experience."

The eyes of the two crew members drifted over, and they admired him to death in their hearts.

The oil extraction rate was internal data and had not been reported to the Dongli War Zone at all. People from outside the war zone could not know.

They never expected that Technician Cheng just salvaged a handful of Qingmi shrimp and glanced at them a few times, and he could even see the oil extraction rate.

This is too miraculous, isn't it?