National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

After trying to understand this truth, the document finally lost interest in making serious plans, so he could only sigh, "If that's the case, then I'm really bothering the genius doctor... Dare I ask the genius doctor, do you have an invitation from the prefect for your innate celebration?"

For a big official like the county guard, innate masters... are worthy of attention, but that's all.

The sheriff's participation in similar congenital celebrations is considered to be giving face to each other. It is normal for the innate master not to send invitations to the sheriff, or for the sheriff not to come in person after receiving the invitation.

When the clerk asked this question, of course he didn't just want to ask for a celebration invitation for the sheriff.

　 　He didn't know why this guy, who was suspected of being a fairy, would play some kind of innate talent to break the realm, but a fairy, you can't treat it with common sense, it's different if a dragon gives birth to nine sons, and who doesn't have a brain twitch?

Anyway, for him, testing the opponent's attitude towards the sheriff is the key.

However, Chen Yang smiled disapprovingly, "It's just a mere innate talent, just find a few friends to have a drink, and it's not shameful to hold such a thing with great fanfare."

The clerk was at a loss for words... Will you die if you don't want to?

But he had to admit that the other party was indeed qualified to speak like that.

At this moment, Lang Zhen walked in with two walkie-talkies. The original packaging of the phones had been left on Earth by Chen Yang long ago. The walkie-talkies that were said to be sold only to immortals were brought in so bare, which was a bit of an eyesore.

Chen Yang secretly decided in his heart that he must make some exquisite packaging later.

Lang Zhen didn't care about the packaging, so he put the walkie-talkie on the table and said, "Turn it off when not in use, and you need to charge it when the battery is low."

The clerk opened his mouth slightly, and asked in astonishment, "That means...you have to buy a generator?"

Lang Zhen curled his lips, "Currently we don't have any equipment here that uses Lingshi to charge."

The clerk's mouth twitched, "Lingshi...that is to say, you have to buy diesel often too?"

Lang Zhen didn't speak, just looked at him like that, the meaning in his eyes was very clear-does it need to be said?

The clerk stood up and cupped his hands at Chen Yang, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your generosity. I have to report this matter to the prefect before we can make a decision."

He can take the walkie-talkie, but after the power is used up, he has to find a way to charge it, so this kind of gift can't be brought to the sheriff casually, otherwise, it's an eye salve for the magistrate, right?

So he had to tell the sheriff first that the walkie-talkie was so magical, and that if he wanted to get the walkie-talkie presented by Chen Yang, he had to buy a generator and a lighting system.

By the way, he has to make it clear that Mr. Chen's request is for money first and then goods...

He left in a hurry, Chen Yang signaled Lang Zhen to go out, then looked at Yu Zhangqing, smiled and said, "Thank you for your righteous words."

Yu Changqing spread out his hands very chicly, "Actually... what I'm telling is the truth."

This is what Chen Yang wanted to hear. He has always been a little distressed. Even if he came into contact with immortal cultivators, he would have to spend a lot of trouble if he wanted to obtain immortal cultivation techniques.

After discovering the military use of the walkie-talkie at the Sheriff's Mansion, he was a little dizzy at first, and then realized that this thing might help him knock on the door of cultivating immortals—anyway, let's use this as an excuse to block people from the Sheriff coveted.

As for whether this object can be favored by immortal cultivators, he needs Yu Changqing to give an affirmative answer.

Now that she answered directly, Chen Yang would of course be very happy, so he said with a smile, "Actually, I thought about selling spirit stones for that tricycle, but considering the storage bag, I don't think it's very meaningful."

The two functions of agricultural vehicles are to pull goods, and the second is to travel. If you are traveling, there are horses in this plane, and the immortals have storage bags. This thing is more convenient to use than agricultural vehicles, and low key.

Yu Changqing has a different opinion, "This... a tricycle is more practical for practitioners who are below the dust-leaving period, and the storage bag cannot hold a living person. The problem is that it is too wasteful of diesel."

In her opinion, it is normal that tricycles are not sold to ordinary people. Immortal cultivators can actually get them. However, it is too troublesome to replenish the diesel. It would be great if they could be powered by spirit stones.

Chen Yang heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sighed heavily, "Tsk, it seems that we have to think of some flexible ways."

The items he brought to this plane have attracted more and more people's attention, and these modern items are often inseparable from electricity. It is conceivable that with the big sales of generators, diesel supply has indeed become bottleneck.

More importantly, the fossil energy in the earth world is also decreasing sharply, and he doesn't want to plunder the plane where his hometown is.

Then, it's time to go back to Earth and get ready. .

Chapter 391

Wang Haifeng yawned and drove into Chen Yang's villa. Today he came a little earlier to replace Xu Leigang who was on duty at night.

Since he started practicing, he has spent most of his time in Peach Blossom Valley, and the rest of the time is in Hongjie Clubhouse.

His wife had a bit of a problem with this, after coming to Peach Blossom Valley to deliver lunch twice, she felt better when she knew that her husband had not lied to her, but even so, she would urge her husband to go home and pay the public rations.

Last night, Mrs. Wang called her husband back again. In order not to be ridiculed by Xu Leigang, Wang Haifeng decided to come here earlier.

He just got out of the car, just in time to see Chen Yang coming out of the villa, he rubbed his eyes: How do I feel-, what's wrong?

Chen Yang glanced at him, moved his mouth, and finally said, "Control it a little bit, you are still laying the foundation... If you don't restrain it, it will affect your progress."

Wang Haifeng blushed in a rare old way. He thought he was still young, and he didn't want others to say that he was not good enough, so he could only explain with a wry smile.

Chen Yang nodded slightly, "It's a good thing to reconcile yin and yang, but it's too much...give me the car keys."

Seeing the other party drive away his q7, Wang Haifeng was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh hard, "I'm not sure what's wrong... Is this hair growing too fast?"

"Do you only feel the hair?" Xu Leigang also came out of the villa, and he said thoughtfully, "Master is walking now, without making a sound at all... Most likely, his cultivation has improved greatly."

"Really?" Wang Haifeng frowned and thought about it, nodded slightly, and then said resentfully, "It seems that I have to tell my wife...it won't work if it affects my cultivation."

Chen Yang drove the q7, repeating the first thing he did every time he came back - find a barber shop for a haircut.

There is a barbershop in front of the neighborhood where he lives, but he would never choose this place.

He has to get a haircut every ten or eight days, and the key is that the hair is still very long every time - how could he do this kind of thing at the door of the house?

In fact, he called Wang Haifeng to stop just now because he wanted to arrange some things for him. As a master, it is only natural for a disciple to do his best.

But he changed his mind, to be on the safe side, it's better not to let Wang Haifeng and others know too many secrets.

Don't show yourself completely to anyone!This helps him keep the biggest secret in his heart.

As for the loss of Yang Qi in Wang Haifeng's body, it's not particularly serious, that's what he said.

After finishing his haircut, Chen Yang came to the Auto Parts City and placed an order directly with the boss who modified the car, and ordered another [-] modified agricultural vehicles, [-] ATVs, and [-] modified motorcycles.

For the store owner, the amount of this transaction is not small, so even though the other party is a regular customer, he also requires an advance payment of 500,000.

To Chen Yang, this amount of money was nothing at all. Next, he ordered generators, walkie-talkies, lamps and so on.

After finishing all this work, he went to buy two laptops, sat in the car, and started searching for relevant news through the hotspot of his mobile phone.

What he was looking for was a car powered by burning wood. According to his father, Chen Wenhui, in the 50s, some buses burned wood, and there was a big steam drum on the roof.

And it is said... According to the Internet, the country under Jin San's management is extremely short of energy due to sanctions, and now there are still wood-burning cars.

In Chen Yang's mind, if firewood can be used as the power of the car, it can also be used as the power of the generator.

However, he searched the Internet and found a more useful artifact: the pot camel machine!

As the name suggests, this thing is a machine with a boiler on its back, which can be used as the power of a generator when the boiler is fired.

As a liberal arts monk, Chen Yang couldn't understand this thing, but he knew that this thing was extinct, and if he wanted to get this kind of thing, he had to order it.

However, although he is a liberal arts monk, he has fellow engineering monks. He took out his mobile phone, searched in the address book for a long time, and finally found a name: Mou Miao.

Mou Miao is his deskmate in the first year of high school. He is kind and not very sociable. He likes to tinker with mechanical model circuit boards when he has nothing to do.

He was later admitted to a famous university, went to Yongyang after graduation, and worked in a joint venture, and he seemed to be doing well.

Chen Yang kept his phone number all the time, but the two only met once during the Spring Festival in the first year after graduation, and after that, Chen was too embarrassed to meet people, so they had no contact.

After thinking about it, he still made a phone call.

Mou Miao answered the phone, her voice was as soft as ever, "Who are you? Please tell me if you have something to say."

"Shui Da, I am Chen Yang," Chen Yang called the other party's nickname, "How are you doing recently?"

"It's you, a flower picker," Mou Miao laughed, and he could hear that he was also very happy. "I called you in summer, but your number was shut down."

"Oh, I changed my account," Chen Yang said casually, "I'm developing in Zhengyang now, but this account won't last for a few days, I plan to get a better one."

He did plan to change his number. This mobile phone number was handled casually after he came to Zhengyang. Few people knew about it, and most of them were Hongjie's gang. It's too hard to remember.

Anyway, he has money now, and he plans to get a number like a straight or a bomb, but he has never found the time to do it.

"Oh, then after you change the number, please call me again." Mou Miao was as easy-talking as ever, "You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

"I'll talk about my business later," Chen Yang said with a smile, "Are you okay in Yongyang?"

"It's not particularly good," Mou Miao said unhurriedly, "The company laid off employees, and I was laid off. I'm currently looking for a job in Beijing."

"Ah?" Chen Yang was stunned, thinking that you have an unusually good temper. After being laid off, you are still so indifferent. I was fired by the fitness club, and I almost wanted to hit someone. "Is it easy to find a job in the capital?"

"It's hard to find," Mou Miao's voice finally carried a hint of resentment.

Aside from being resentful, he was still a little helpless, "If you continue to work in this industry, you can find a job, but the salary will be lower than Yong Yang's. I can't let the original company see the joke... This is not to prove that I don't want to work. Is it worth the salary?"

Chen Yang paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right, I want to make your original company regret it and get rid of the big talent."

"I'm not a great talent," Mou Miao said weakly, "I've been to Yongyang, and then came to the capital, and I realized that the most indispensable thing in this world is talent. There are really too many talented people."

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Of course the capital has a lot of great people!Chen Yang smiled and chatted with him a few more words.

Hearing that Mou Miao lost his job, he was a little moved, thinking whether to lure his old classmate to Zheng Yang and let him join his team--Lao Mou has a dull personality and is also very obedient, so don't worry about him not being right Location.

But soon, he gave up on this plan. Lao Mou's character is destined to be well-behaved, so he should not disturb the other party's peaceful life.

Mou Miao finally brought the topic back, "Old Chen, don't be devious, what's the matter?"

Chen Yang said his thoughts again.

Mou Miao was silent for a while, and then said in surprise, "If the power generator is powered by the pot camel machine, if the pollution is not considered, the thermal efficiency is relatively low. The technology is mature and there is no problem."

Of course I know that the technology is mature, Chen Yang silently smiled wryly, "Then... what about production?"

"Production...of course there is no problem," Mou Miao replied simply, "The problem now is that it has to be customized."

I also know that it needs to be made to order, Chen Yang's mouth twitched, "Then...where is it more suitable to make to order?"

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"Ask me?" Mou Miao said in surprise, "You can find it anywhere around Zhengyang, right? Especially near Chaoge."

"Aren't I not familiar with this?" Chen Yang laughed dryly, thinking that since this is the case, it is estimated that the problem can be solved by looking for Wang Haifeng.

But since he has decided to block the news, he will not change the course easily, so he had an idea, "I said Shui Da, anyway, you are fine now, how about you come and help me keep an eye on this? The first batch is at least ten... …money is not a problem."

On the other side of the phone, there was an obvious wry smile, "Old Chen, even if I am unemployed, I have saved a lot before. Do you think I will earn your money?"

"It's not my money," Chen Yang said bluntly, "I'm also doing it for a boss, and he owes me some favors, so I can make the decision... Anyway, who will earn the money? It's up to you. Can you spare some time?"

"Time... I do have time, so I'll take it as a trip to Zhengyang," Mou Miao replied hesitantly, "But I'm not familiar with it, so it's not a big problem for you to check it out for you."