Mecha Forger

Tang Gang's generosity made Tang Fan stunned, and he even unconsciously ignored the other three-tenths square of things Tang Gang had prepared for him.

Knives, engineer shovels, tents, compasses, magnesium rods, machetes, ropes, food, drinking water, medicines, wires...are all dregs compared with the materials.

Just like foodies see delicious food, losers see beauties, otakus see games, and rotten girls see handsome guys, Tang Fan sees everything related to mecha casting, especially the materials, and his straight eyes are quite eye-catching. .

Fortunately, there were few people going to Sangzi Planet. There were only Tang Fan and Brad in the six-person room, and Brad was still immersed in the world of eating, so Tang Fan's reputation was not lost on this small starship.

By the time Tang Fan finally recovered from his ecstasy, it was already half an hour later.

Tang Fan, who came back to his senses, was as excited as a child who got a new toy.

In such a large room, Brad was happily eating, and Tang Fan was happily playing with the materials, and there was a perfect harmony.

Time always flies when you are immersed in something you are interested in.

For Brad and Tang Fan, the flight time of more than ten hours flew by in a blink of an eye.

After the starship issued a warning tone for entering the port, Brad frowned and shook the bag of dry food, poured the last bit of residue into his mouth, licked his fingers with unfinished content, and threw the bag into the trash can. He said reluctantly: "Why is it gone so quickly?"

After hearing this, Tang Fan's hands couldn't help but tremble, and the parts in his hands almost failed.

While making amends, he complained: "You haven't stopped for eighteen hours, and you still have the nerve to say this!"

Brad scratched his head in embarrassment and said pitifully: "As a foodie, I am always hungry!"

Tang Fan's hand shook again.

"Pretty ladies are the ones who talk about it. A tough guy like you, don't act coquettish and act cute to make people look cute!"

Brad chuckled and stretched out his hand to Tang Fan, "It's okay if you don't let me say it. Just pay for the hush money!"

Tang Fan rolled his eyes, threw a bag of biscuits to him, and said angrily: "A foodie is someone who never tires of fine food and fine food.

If you're like this, stuffing everything you catch into your mouth, you can only call it a cooking bucket!"

Brad ate the biscuit and shrugged nonchalantly, "You are right! Who made you my long-term meal ticket!

By the way! Did my parents secretly give you any credits before you left?"

Tang Fan shook his head, and Brad's face suddenly fell. "Did you stuff it with ingredients?"

Tang Fan shook his head again.

"Uncle William said that you have grown up and must support yourself."

In fact, this sentence was the result of Tang Fan's euphemism.

What William said at the beginning was: "You are also a kid who grew up eating one pot of rice. The money you saved can buy two-thirds of the mechas, but that kid didn't save a penny and ate it all."

This time I go out, I don’t know if he earns enough to eat!

If Lao Bu dislikes him, you have to say a few good words to him.

This is finally a chance. Please keep a close eye on him for me and get rid of his bad habit of keeping food in your hands as soon as possible.

Uncle, thank you! "

Every word and every word was said, making Tang Fan feel embarrassed to say it out loud.

It's a pity that Brad didn't realize his painstaking efforts.

"My dad's original words are definitely not like this! I still don't know who he is?

Just speak more politely in front of you!

However, you can’t say anything good about me!

Does he think I earn too little and eat too much? Is he afraid that I don’t earn enough to eat, so he wants you to look at me? "

It is said that a son is better than his father, but now it seems that Brad, as a son, has a very deep understanding of his father!

Tang Fan took a deep look at Brad and said meaningfully: "You are quite self-aware!"

Brad was feeling proud of having guessed his father's thoughts. When he heard Tang Fan's comment, he felt bad.

At this time, nothing seems appropriate to say.

Just as the sound of a successful starship landing sounded outside, Brad simply skipped the topic, "Let's go out quickly and see what delicious food is out there..."

After saying nothing about food, Tang Fan felt that he might not be able to complete the task assigned to him by William.

Tang Fan even believed that William sending Brad to the factory to work was actually a conspiracy, a conspiracy with empty hands.

I hope that Comrade Bu, who agreed to pay his debts with work, will not be crushed by Brad.

Tang Fan was so distracted that he didn't notice the road ahead. Brad, who was dragging him, suddenly braked hard, and Tang Fan bumped into Brad's back without knowing it.

For a moment, Tang Fan seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle. All kinds of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes poured out from the tip of his nose, forcing Tang Fan's tears to well up in his eyes.

Tang Fan covered his nose and asked angrily: "Why did the steal suddenly stop today?"

Brad turned sideways, revealing the endless buildings in front of him.

There are only three types of signs on these boxy buildings with shining metallic luster: factories, warehouses, and dormitories.

Rather than a factory, this place is more like a prison, a prison of forced labor.

Tang Fan ignored his nose and quickly confirmed the information with Tang Gang and William through the optical brain.

It was their only chance before the starship left port.

Even so, two boat tickets would make them bankrupt.

Tang Fan was busy non-stop, and Brad was not idle either.

With a sad face, he whispered: "Ah Fan, in addition to factories, there are no shops or restaurants here. Let's eat and drink whatever we want!"

Facing the idiot who only had shops and restaurants in his eyes and food and drink in his mind, Tang Fan could only roll his eyes silently.

After receiving a definite answer, Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his sore nose and patted Brad on the shoulder, "Your dad and my dad both said this is the right place. It seems we have to stay here for a while.

Let's make peace with what we have come, let's go! "

Brad pursed his lips and reluctantly followed Tang Fan, walking step by step towards the factory in front.

Such a huge factory covers almost the entire planet, but it has only one gate.

Everyone who arrived at Sangzi Star walked towards the door without exception.

Most of them had a feeling of being on the same road, which made the hesitant people stand out particularly clearly, as if there was an invisible pen writing a line of big characters on their faces: outsiders.

Sangzixing does not welcome outsiders, and most people look at outsiders with a somewhat unkind look.

This unkind look not only fell on Tang Fan and Brad, but also on the pair of grandparents and grandchildren next to them.