Mecha Forger

In this era when the average life expectancy reaches 180 years old, gray-haired old people are becoming increasingly rare.

They mostly stay in state welfare institutions and enjoy the few time they have.

Living on the Sangzizixing planet with a child is completely beyond the imagination of most people.

Therefore, more eyes fell on the pair of grandparents than on Tang Fan and Brad.

But the old man didn't mind at all, with a smile on his face like a wind-rippled lake, he nodded to those people one by one, as casually as if he met friends whom he hadn't seen for many years by chance on the street.

On the other hand, those who look at him with side eyes are often frightened to the point of gasping.

A child who looked to be about the same age as Brad, carrying a small but bulging bag, stood upright behind him with a stern face and said nothing.

The paralyzed expression on his face combined with the cold air emanating from his body suddenly cleared his surroundings.

The two of them acted hard and soft, but Tang Fan could tell at a glance that they were both practicing masters.

Moreover, the person who is even more difficult to offend is not the cold young man, but the seemingly easy-going old man.

Tang Gang always said that if you look down on the elderly, children and women when you travel around the world, you will be in bad luck!

Tang Fan was convinced.

The more innocent the elderly, children and women seem, the more likely they are to encounter injustice. Without two brushes, they can't save their wealth and life. How dare they walk around the world rashly?

Most of these strange people have problems of one kind or another.

If you win their favor, you will most likely achieve success and rise to prominence.

But if you offend them, what will happen...

Tang Fan felt that he had not been lucky since he was a child. He was not good at dealing with strangers, and he did not have the ability to coax an old man with a tiger-like smile into a circle.

Of course, he didn't want to be unlucky.

Therefore, Tang Fan only took a second to make a decision - if he couldn't be offended, he would hide.

He is here to pay off his debt, and he only has a half-month contract. As long as he sees these two people, he will hide away, and he can always get over it.

Tang Fan made up his mind and immediately stepped forward to grab Brad's arm and dragged him towards the factory gate.

Tang Fan's little tricks that he thought were secretive could not fool Mr. Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

Looking at Tang Fan's steady pace, the old man couldn't help but pinch his teeth and said, "That kid is pretty good, knowledgeable and courageous."

When Zhao Fan behind him heard this, he knew that the old man wanted to be a monster again.

He quickly said: "Today is different from the past, the Zhao family is no longer the Zhao family it was back then.

Don't you see that people look at you as if they were looking at the God of Plague?

The things you treat as treasures are not rare to others at all. You! Just save it! "

Mr. Zhao Ziyang was so angry at his grandson that he glared at him, "If you don't follow me, why don't you allow me to find an apprentice?

What if this family's secret knowledge ends with me, how can I have the dignity to meet the ancestors of our old Zhao family?"

Zhao Fan curled his lips and said, "Then do it! See if your ancestors can protect you!"

The corners of Mr. Zhao Ziyang's mouth twitched, and his whole body felt bad.

I think back then, the Zhao family was also an established noble, with a history longer than that of the alliance.

Whether in the business world, the military world, or the political world, the power is very huge.

There have been eight saint-level (level 7-8) casters in the Zhao family's history, and even the chairman of the alliance has to give their family face.

Unfortunately, one hundred and thirty-five years ago, the last Saint Craftsman-level forger of the Zhao family died during a planetary expedition. Immediately afterwards, a seventh-level Saint Craftsman-level caster appeared in the Zhang family, which the chairman of the alliance valued.

Although the alliance did not openly suppress the Zhao family, without the blessing of the saint-level forger, the Zhao family suddenly became difficult.

In any large family, there will be some scum to some extent.

In the past, my family had a great business, great power, and was backed by a saint-level forger. We had done a lot of things that offended people.

Besides, mechas are a business that makes money. When peers compete, one of them will be injured, and it must not be an eyesore to others.

Now that the Zhao family is in a bit of a state of decline, there are suddenly more people who are adding insult to injury.

The Zhang family was not a good person to begin with, but they instigated several families to join forces in a sniper attack, and the Zhao family was defeated.

If this were the case, it would be nothing more than normal business competition, with winners and losers.

But in just half a year, Zhao Jiafan, who is talented in mecha casting, whether he is a caster or an apprentice, will have various accidents, and no one will be spared.

For a time, the divorce rate in the Zhao family increased significantly. More than half of Zhao's daughters-in-law have returned to their parents' families after divorce, and 30% of Zhao's daughters-in-law have severed ties with their parents' families.

The son of the Zhao family has lost his wife, and everyone is in danger, fearing that he will be the next to suffer.

This group of people does not include Mr. Zhao Ziyang.

At that time, Mr. Zhao Ziyang was only twenty-three years old and already a level three mecha warrior, but he did not have a wife.

When something happened at home, Mr. Zhao Ziyang, who was good at hiding his family background and happy to mingle with his classmates, was participating in a graduation internship at the border, sharpening his will in the light of swords.

By the time Mr. Zhao Ziyang's internship was over and he received the bad news, the Zhao family was already gone.

If this news confused Mr. Zhao Ziyang, an interstellar package immediately knocked him out.

That was the last thing left in this world by Zhao Man, the current head of the family, the patron saint of the Zhao family, and the sacred craftsman Zhao.

There weren't many things in the package, just some materials for making mechas and an ancient model of optical brain, but the value of this package was immeasurable.

After all, the mecha-making secrets of eight saint-level forgers are enough to make many people flock to them.

As one of the few men in the direct lineage of the Zhao family, his mecha operating talent is much higher than his casting talent.

After receiving this inheritance, Mr. Zhao Ziyang was simply terrified.

From that day on, the old man decided to change his career and studied mecha casting.

They say where there is a will, there is a way.

These words are somewhat useless when it comes to the old man.

A twenty-three-year-old third-level mecha warrior who has practiced for 135 years has probably become a fifth- and sixth-level combat master, or a seventh- and eighth-level combat master.

But Mr. Zhao Ziyang has studied mecha casting for 135 years, and he has only gone from an apprentice with a little understanding of mechas to a master caster between the third and fourth levels.

Moreover, because he was afraid of being hunted by the Zhang family, Mr. Zhao Ziyang lived in anonymity and did not dare to go to the Foundry Association to obtain a certificate. Therefore, this master caster still did not have a certificate.

This is really sad for those who hear it, and shed tears for those who see it!

The most annoying thing is not this.

The most annoying thing is that after Mr. Zhao Ziyang finally felt that he had no hope of reviving the Zhao family, he finally decided to marry and have children, placing his hope on his children and grandchildren.

But in fact, he gave birth to three sons, and these three sons brought him eight grandchildren, a total of eleven men, none of whom had talent for mecha casting.