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"Sir!" As soon as Zhu Yanchen walked to the exit of the building, the assistant waiting outside greeted him. +++Popular Tanmei novel: www.wuxiaspot.com "Don't worry, the election is not over yet, and we won't be rash."

The turmoil at the festival prevented the election results from being released normally. After too much time, the counting of votes becomes invalid and must be repeated. The Tang family saw this opportunity and sent people to the command center to make trouble every few times, so as to make a small article.

After all, I wish the marshal's status is high enough, how easy it is to come out to see people. The media can add more oil and vinegar to throw out thousands of kinds of dirty water.

The Zhu family doesn't care about this kind of little action that can't be on the stage-Zhu Yanchen's reputation is already bad. If there are too many lice, don't bite, just arrange it.

The day before yesterday came a girl with a big belly, crying that Marshal Zhu is the father of the child in her belly. Yesterday a little boy with a custom tie clip from Zhu's family came and shouted to his father in Zhu Yanchen's room. Compared to these people, although the old man is crazy this time, he is also cute.

The guards at the door had been stormy, and they looked at Marshal Zhu with only sympathy.

"Do you want us to help you blast him away, or just meet him casually?" The assistant said carefully.

Some time ago, Zhu Yanchen either went out or stayed in the house without seeing anyone. It was a rare occurrence today, and he might have been bothered by harassment.

"Just to go out, see you casually." Zhu Yanchen answered simply. "Any pen and paper?"

He drew a folded envelope from his pocket, handwritten a note, and put an electronic wallet in: "You go with me, wait for me to go later, and then give the envelope to this old man."

Marshal Zhu took the pen and looked at his assistant: "You know how to say it."

Marshal’s assistants were all old fried dough sticks, so he naturally knew what Marshal Zhu meant-Young Master Zhu wanted to use money to plug these people's mouths, but he didn't want to be seen by the media about giving money and settled the matter.

"Understood, it is definitely not your money." The assistant bowed, "I will find someone to lead him away and deal with it properly."

"Ok."

Strangely, the strange man didn't show much excitement when he saw Zhu Yanchen appear.

Marshal Zhu simply reprimanded the man with two sentences, all in official idioms. But the old man who got Zhu Yanchen's "don't know" or "don't know" answers, did not lie on the road and roll around like the troublemaker before.

"Oh, then I found the wrong person." Seeing Zhu Yanchen leave by car, the old man's mood was unusually stable.

Two hours later, the underground bar on the edge of the city.

"...You really are the person next to'Marshal Zhu'." The old man snorted while drinking the hot wine. "Ha, happy!"

"The way you find people is also very special." Zhu Yanchen had already dressed up as "Smoke" and sat on the other side of the table.

"I'm old, but I'm not confused yet. I don't really think that such a genius can be found in the settlement."

The old man smashed a few beans and poured himself a glass of wine. The pungent alcohol was mixed with heat, making people's eyes ache.

"If you can think of weapons that are not the same as the purifier, you must have an understanding of marsh erosion, as well as strong research experience. Not to mention the city of Y, there are not many places where such people can be produced in the entire continent. A—the research room built by the Tang family, the group of scholars raised by the Xia family, and the command center controlled by the Zhu family. I made trouble in all three places."

The old man rolled his eyes and looked at Zhu Yanchen with a smile.

"In the first two places, nothing happened after I finished the trouble. The command center. Just now someone dragged me into the alley and gave me a vicious envelope with the time and place of meeting... But to be honest , I am not surprised."

Zhu Yanchen hadn't touched the wine, but when he saw the other party drinking well, he ordered another plate of meat.

The lights in the basement bar were dim, but Zhu Yanchen could tell the difference—not just himself, the old man’s face was covered in disguise. Having served the old four for so long, this old man is obviously not a simple character.

According to the old four's rules, it is very rude to inquire the other party's details when doing business. He didn't know why the old man broke this rule, but the improvement plan for the "repression" weapon was indeed still in the hands of the old man.

I can only act with him.

"Not surprisingly?"

The sauced pork slices were quickly on the table, Zhu Yanchen embraced his arms and continued quietly.

"Old man, you have committed two taboos on this trip-as a researcher, you should not bring the goods yourself. On the other hand, you should not listen to my identity."

"I don't care what the rules are, what I love now." The old man took a piece of meat with his chopsticks and waved it unceremoniously in front of Zhu Yanchen. "I see you have a serious business to discuss! I'm not sure about the details of the weapon you got. I can't guess at all by myself. As for this second..."

He coughed twice and raised his muddy eyes: "I just want to confirm whether that boy Zhu Yanchen left any living legacy."

Zhu Yanchen pursed his lips.

The old man took a drink again, his eyes sharp as an eagle: "Now it seems that you are 80% of Zhu Yanchen left behind, assistant, apprentice, confidant... I don't care what you are, I just want to know, except for you, Is there anyone else?"

What's the origin of this old man?

"Nothing." Zhu Yanchen did not deny it.

"Huh? What kind of gray claws and one eye, it's not a person like you...oh, what a pity." The old man sighed. "I'm still thinking, if you have all studied these, we can still stubbornly and inspire each other."

After all, he spread a drawing on the table, not minding the oil stains on the table.

"Your previous design was too perfect, the cost was very high, and the complicated parts in it were not easy to make."

The old man patted the paper, which was still stained with soup.

"I have changed a little bit for you. The power of this thing is 20% less, but the cost can be reduced to one-tenth of the original. You can see if there is anything that cannot be changed."

Zhu Yanchen glanced at the dense calculation notes on the side of the drawing, and his heart was horrified.

This old man has real abilities.

Only by knowing Shu Jun and seeing the effects of the "suppression" ability with my own eyes can I understand its principle from the bottom of my heart. The old man came into contact with the new system unpreparedly, but the changes did not cause any problems, and he clearly understood his ideas thoroughly.

The reason why Ai Xiaoxiao was able to break away from the formal system was that he had the acquiescence of the command center, which kind of meant using her to deal with the gray market. But this old man is different-he obviously has such talents, but he only works for the fourth family managing the border market...

He took the drawing closer, and carefully checked the old man's calculation method and handwriting. A sense of deja vu came to life.

...Tang Heyu's "Observation of Zero Dispersive Erosion Path and Conjecture of Geographical Distribution", there was a manuscript attached to it. The writing and calculation habits of the numbers are almost exactly the same as those on the drawings.

That's it.

This is really an unexpected gain, Zhu Yanchen made a firm mind: "Let's go to the private room to talk about it."

"Huh? This is the site of the fourth family. Now there are not many people, so it shouldn't be so sensitive."

"Just in case." Zhu Yanchen stood up, "Excuse me."

"Humph."

The two stepped into the private room, Zhu Yanchen immediately locked the door, and installed the disturbing device on the table to ensure that it would not be recorded or recorded.

"Young people are exquisite." Tang Heyu hiccuped while holding the bottle. "Let's say, what changes should be kept secret like this?"

"Mr. Tang, long time no see." Zhu Yanchen took off his mask and smiled.

At the same time, a distant settlement.

"Oh, when did you go out?... Oh, what's wrong with Brother Yanchen? How come your eyes are knocked out like this!"

The sarcoma on Uncle Pan’s head trembled and he almost fell off the cake in his hand: "Would you like me to get some medicine? I got a batch of good medicine some time ago, and I can give you a 30% discount—"

"There was a little conflict, a little trouble." Shu Jun's voice was smiling.

Xia Yufeng's nose and face were swollen, and he dared not speak.

"Well, what do you do?" Uncle Pan lowered his face, and said with earnestness. "Listen to Brother. No matter what the situation, the couple live their lives, no matter how angry they are, they don't make any sense. Go back and apologize to Brother Yanchen. Did you hear?"

Shu Jun's happiness was a little bit more wronged in an instant. It's a pity that things are sensitive, he can't pull Uncle Pan into the water, he can only recognize: "Uh, good."

He inquired about a lot of information from Xia Yufeng, and that group of elites was also packaged for interviews-they missed the wonderful scene of Shu Jun's erosion and mooring, and they only thought that Shu Jun was an extraordinary synthetic man.

According to the soldiers, they knew that Zhu Yanchen was a fake, but they didn't care. In the eyes of the elite fighters, Xia Yufeng changed to Zhu Yanchen, but non-recyclable garbage was exchanged for recyclable garbage. There was no big difference in essence.

They only obeyed Zhu Sheng's order for Xia Yufeng to call. This attack was also launched by Xia Yufeng in the name of "discovering the traces of Synthetic Man."

It was determined that these people were thousands of miles away from the truth, and Shu Jun didn't embarrass them any more, just asked some regular questions.

But now that they know they are in this settlement, people can't let them go. There is no shortage of masters in the settlement, so they will be closed for a while, and then let go after the time is right-Shu Jun directly sent them to the synthetic man underground stronghold, so that Hu Yan was well guarded.

As for Xia Yufeng, Shu Jun, after squeezing the information, wanted to pack this guy back to City Y. It's a pity that it's getting late and the elites are gone. If something happens to Xia Yufeng, he will not be able to explain to Zhu Yanchen.

Captain Shu had to shut the man in the cloakroom and then locked the small door securely.

After seeing Shu Jun's inhuman form, Xia Yufeng became more honest. He didn't even scold him, wishing he didn't exist.

At midnight, Zhu Yanchen's mutant beast messenger finally arrived. It entered the window, kicked on eight legs as usual, and returned to the west.

Not long after the eclipse storm, the concentration of eclipse was higher everywhere, this thing also flew slowly, and the news was sent a day later.

Marshal Zhu did not send an electronic message, but still wrote by hand. The font is beautiful and powerful, and the strokes are extremely serious. The content is as concise as always-

【Get the paper today, everything goes well. The flaws around you have been sent, please feel free to repair them. The new election is approaching and the atmosphere in the city is tense, and the leaders may make greater moves in the near future. 】

【Your work is heavy, don’t forget to rest and eat regularly. 】

"@滤懒援! Pen ψ Peijie 　! Target threatening evil <笤　В　kanweiji gift 　洌洌　鶸桓鼍涫健!br/>

But today’s letter is different from the previous few days, and there is one more sentence below. Zhu Yanchen has always been meticulous, and this is the first time Shu Jun has seen traces of changes on the letter.

[I miss you so much] This sentence was obliterated, Zhu Yanchen changed it to [I will go back as soon as possible]. Then [I will go back as soon as possible] was once again obliterated and changed back to [I really miss you].

It's a pity that Marshal Zhu painted carefully, and Shu Jun's eyes were better if he couldn't stand it.

The last sentence that I changed is strong on the back of the paper, but the handwriting is a bit soft, probably because Marshal Zhu is not used to this way of expression. Shu Jun smiled and shook his head, carefully folded the letter and placed it in the deepest part of the bedside table. Then he took the pen, unfolded the paper, and happily drafted the content of the reply.

But what is afraid of.

At the important moment when the election is about to reopen, Zhu Sheng made a move that no one had expected--

City Y is closed. From now on, this city can only enter, not get out.