Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 77
"Come on, have a sip of coconut juice!"

When Zhang Yang walked into the yard, Lao Mo handed him an opened coconut. The coconut juice was sweet and relieved his fatigue a lot.

After drinking, he glanced around, only to realize that Mo Yu was not there, but his sister was very busy serving tea and water for these people.

"Where's Mo Yu?"

"Here, there." Old Mo pointed to the door of the workshop, just in time to see Mo Yu coming out in a white coat with glasses on his head.

Hastily walked over.

"You can't put so many things here!"

"Wait a minute." Mo Yu opened the points mall, found personal attribute points, spent 50 points to buy [-] points, and clicked OK.

Then the system page has another page, personal attributes.

【Mo Yu】

【Intelligence: 22】

【Strength: 18】

【Physical Strength: 20】

Add half to strength and half to stamina, so strength becomes 68 and stamina becomes 70.

Young scientists don't need brains, just hair.

After finishing all this, Mo Yu led a few people into the workshop, and tapped a few times on the console with his fingers.

The shed where the workshop is located automatically opens, flips, deforms, and extends.

Ten minutes later, the processing workshop extended over the yard.

The sky is covered, followed by the ground.

The concrete floor was flipped open and turned into the same color as the clean room. Several processing machines were pulled out from under the floor and moved to a suitable position to fix it.

In less than half an hour, a perfect construction workshop appeared in front of several people.

Along with the workshop, there are several improved models of Xiaoliang.

More flexible robotic arms allow them to do more work.

"Old Mo, give me a slap in the face!"

"Okay!" Lao Mo raised his hand and slapped Zhang Yang's face without any hesitation.

Never heard such a strange reason.

It's weird, but it must be satisfying!

It's just that this person's face is a little thick, and his hands hurt a little.

——"Director Zhang is a good man!"

——"Show him a rocket! He did something I dare not do, in fact, I want to slap myself too!"

——"Judging from Uncle Mo's trembling hands and Director Zhang's flushed face, this is indeed true!"

——"Fake! It's all fake, it's all magic tricks! This old man is about to succeed!"

——"Damn thing, what have you become?"

Mo Yu was busy checking the materials, but Mo Wen had a happy chat with the live broadcast room.

"Director Zhang is a civil servant. I asked him last time. Using rockets is a blatant bribe. You need to eat!"

——"Don't ask!"

——"If you don't ask, don't ask, don't ask! What kind of Western stuff!"

Under the camera, Xiaoliang's improved model transports materials to the required machinery.

Mo Yu entered commands on the console.

With the material and instructions, the machine runs on its own and begins to process the material.

The buzzing of the machine, the noise in the live broadcast room, and the sound of several people from the Homeland Defense Bureau taking pictures.

Time passed amidst all this noise.

The sun was slowly falling from the top of the head, and the first part was processed. Xiaoliang, who was waiting by the side, immediately took off the parts and sent them to the final assembly line.

And Zhang Yang, who was waiting next to the assembly line, immediately picked up his mobile phone to take a picture, and then directly found a person in the special chat software.

Photo Click to send.

Soon, the other party replied.

?

A question mark.

And then more words.

"Where are you guys? Have you guys already mastered technology?"

"No, I just called your lab just now, you are not here, and you are not skilled enough!"

"Where the hell are you? Talk!"

"I don't care about you! I want parts! Just this level of processing!"

After receiving the last message, Zhang Yang smiled very proudly. He was popular every day, and finally managed to win the round.

The high-speed working equipment in front of him also relieved his hanging heart.

Missiles are something that every country in the world wants.

And for this, America also made a special treaty.

Domestically, they have bypassed this treaty with other things, and their lives are still passable.

Mo Yu's live broadcast this time was also a bold attempt by his superiors. If it weren't for the rush of America, the superiors probably wouldn't have taken the risk.

But now it seems that everything is superfluous.

At first, I was worried that the technology would be leaked, but the equipment in front of me slapped people all over the world.

Even if you watch me make equipment, you can't reproduce it!

That's great, it's such a good feeling to have technology!

It's a pity that I have to work overtime in the next time.

There was more than one person who had the same idea as him, and the people squatting in the live broadcast room were even more scalp numb.

Changshi Holiday Hotel.

A fishing spy resignedly put down his laptop, entered a barrage in the live broadcast room, and tipped a rocket along the way.

After finishing this, he grabbed the mobile phone beside him and started playing games.

——"You can't learn this stuff at all."

——"Boss, tell me, at least say something! Shall I call the chemistry teacher?"

——"Don't, brother, listen to my advice, your teacher is probably watching, maybe they are also very confused!"

——"It's fine if you don't understand it, and those who can understand it are doing research!"

——"I'm looking forward to it, I can see the hypersonic missile take off soon!"

——"We have been supporting the anchor, and when the missile takes off, we will probably have our share!"

——"I am also a person who has worked with academicians!"

——"Anchor, what kind of fuel does your missile burn, clean coal or anthracite?"

——"Burning diesel, No. 0 diesel."

——"I think it's charcoal. It should be silver snow charcoal. In martial arts novels, it is said that this kind of charcoal can be reduced for several days, and it can also improve cultivation!"

After being knocked off the building by a few people, all the barrages rushed towards what kind of fuel the missile was burning.

Zhang Yang, who occasionally browses the live broadcast room to check if there are any unlucky ones, is also interested.

"Mo Yu, what kind of fuel does your missile burn?"

Without raising her head, Mo Yu replied directly, "Anthracite!"

"Oh!"

Then, Zhang Yang directly posted to the public channel in the live broadcast room.

[The hypersonic missile fuel is anthracite. 】

After posting this announcement, Zhang Yang felt much younger!
After some parts were produced, Mo Yu also changed clothes and entered the assembly line workshop.

The hundreds of kilograms of parts were picked up directly, and a group of people were amazed, especially Zhang Yang.

As the director of the Homeland Defense Agency, he has seen many cases of scientific researchers being assassinated in secret.

But looking at Mo Yu in front of him, he didn't step out of the door, and with a few hundred catties of strength, it is estimated that the chance of others trying to assassinate him is zero.

With one punch, he probably would kneel on the ground and beg others not to die.

The night outside the window was completely dark.

And the missile has reached the final step.

Refuel.

It is the liquid fuel of domestic conventional hypersonic missiles. This thing is very dangerous and requires extra care.

When the liquid fuel was filled, Mo Yu took out a small tank of blue liquid from the innermost device and loaded it into the missile warhead.

Raise your hand and snap your fingers.

The equipment on the assembly line retreated separately, and the roof of the workshop was lifted piece by piece.

"Old Zhang, it's done, who will light the fire?"

Zhang Yang looked down at his watch.

Start at twelve eleven noon.

It's 28:[-] p.m.

In less than twelve hours, a missile from scratch?
"It's over?"

"That's right!" Mo Yu patted his head suddenly, then went to the kitchen and took out a rooster.

(End of this chapter)