Zombies don't need to rest

He couldn't figure it out, he didn't know this Mayor Guo at all, but just a day after his article was published, this person jumped out to oppose him, and now he even arranged for someone to incite the zombie workers to strike?

"Fuck, I didn't mess with any of you"

The angry curses dissipated in the wind, Lao Jiu directly released the power limiter of the car, and returned to the No. 11 base city at lightning speed.

And when they were leaving the city, a worker who was repairing the railing at the intersection of the highway squinted his eyes and looked at the taillights of the car. After Fan Zishan's car went far away, he pinched his collar and said in a low voice: "He went back, I don't know what reason"

No response, no need for a response, he just continued to repair the road barrier that was smashed not long ago, just like other workers responsible for road maintenance.

It was already six o'clock in the morning when Li Hongbo received Fan Zishan's call, and he said regretfully, "That's really a coincidence, Brother Fan, then you should do your work first, and I'll find you for a drink when I have time."

After hanging up the phone, Li Hongbo called Sun Jicai, the mayor of Base No. [-] who was staying in the guest room last night. Speaking of Fan Zishan's sudden return, neither of them knew what happened.

Sun Jicai spread his hands: "Yeah, I finally got such an opportunity, but I haven't seen it yet, okay, anyway, we will meet again at the meeting in a few days, let's talk about it then."

Li Hongbo nodded: "That's the only way to go."

He sighed when he finished speaking.

They really need Fan Zishan to join them now. After all, they are very curious about why the No. 11 base city was established so late and it can develop so well.

As far as he knew, Fan Zishan had never gotten too close to anyone in the federation.

Even though he has a father with a military background, in fact Fan Zishan has never had any private contacts with anyone in the military.

He has been quietly staying in the NO.11 base city, but the result is much better than those cities where they often need to help each other to solve various problems.

Li Hongbo looked at the rising sun and secretly worried: "Why?"

"Zi~ bang"

Jiang Yang, who was sitting at the door reading a newspaper, looked at the car parked in front of his house. The door was pushed open suddenly, and Fan Zishan rushed over quickly: "Mr. Jiang, where is he?"

Frowning, Jiang Yang pointed to the tire that burst due to sudden braking: "If I were you, I would fix the tire first. Those two people can't escape, and even if they escape, you can catch them at any time with your ability Come back, but a car in good condition can help you solve more troubles"

Looking at Fan Zishan's anxious eyes, Jiang Yang patted him on the shoulder: "Mayor Fan is a little too excited."

His calm tone made Fan Zishan calm down, and Jiang Yang nodded in satisfaction: "Treat your car well, because you don't know when you will need it to save your life."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door and pointed at the two people in the hall; "They are here, but Mayor Fan, I think it is more important for you to repair the car first."

Lao Jiu, who was planning to come over, looked at Jiang Yang in surprise when he heard this, then nodded with a smile and began to change the tires.

Jiang Yang just stood at the door and waited for Lao Jiu to change the spare tire, and then threw the key to Fan Zishan: "I'm going to work first, remember to lock the door for me"

Looking at his back, Fan Zishan took a deep breath, Lao Jiu walked over and looked at Fan Zishan: "Mr. Jiang is right, the mayor was a little impulsive just now."

Fan Zishan rubbed his tired eyes from traveling all night and said: "It is indeed my problem. I am a little tired and a little anxious. Please invite Mr. Jiang to come home tonight. I apologize to him."

Lao Jiu followed him into the room, but only glanced at Jiang Yang's back when he entered the door.

He probably knew why Mr. Jiang had to talk so much during the last chat.

It's just that I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang still had contact with the old chief of staff.

This is not a place for questioning, Lao Jiu first stuffed Lu Renjia and Lu Renyi into the car, then helped Jiang Yang clean up the stains on the carpet and locked the door, then restarted the car and took a few people away.

Looking at Fan Zishan who was a little tired sitting in the passenger seat, Lao Jiu was very happy.

Before that, the chief of staff had not allowed Fan Zishan to have too much contact with the military, and he had not had much contact with other base cities of the Federation. He originally thought that Fan Zishan's work would be very difficult.

But he didn't expect that the No. 11 base city hadn't had any major problems in the past few years.

Now Lao Jiu understood that it was because the old chief of staff asked Mr. Jiang to take care of Fan Zishan.

When he left the army, there was a veteran who heard that he was assigned to work in the newly built NO.11 base city, and told him with a smile: "It's great to be assigned there."

When Lao Jiu asked why, the veteran only said, "Because there is Jiang there."

When he first came to NO.11 base city, Lao Jiu thought he was talking about the river outside the city.

Sufficient water sources can ensure the agricultural irrigation and industrial operation of the entire base city.

But then he gradually understood.

What the old soldier said means that there is Mr. Jiang here, just like he introduced himself to Luo Jincheng in the flower square, the turbulent Jiang.

36 an alloy plate

In the past 100 years, even during the period of conflict with the European Union, the zombie factory has never stopped.

Jiang Yang stood at his workstation and put a drawn energy card on the conveyor belt. He raised his head and met Pei Bin's curious gaze diagonally across.

"Is there a problem?"

Pei Bin shook his head when he heard Jiang Yang's voice: "It's nothing."

After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yang, how do you know so much?"

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders and took an alloy plate again: "Look more, learn more, think more, make bold assumptions and verify carefully, and then you will find that there are really not many new things in this world."

The zombie next to him joked: "There are still new things, for example, I heard that Xiao Pei went to Wufeng."

The zombie on the other side immediately raised its head: "Hey, yes, brother Yang, it's amazing that you can call this otaku out of the house, how did you trick him?"

Pei Bin looked at them in surprise: "How do you know?"

The first zombie who spoke immediately smiled and said: "Brother, occasionally open your eyes and look at the world. I have watched you every day when you come home from get off work for 100 years. This is the first time I see you going to other places. By the way, you are at home. What the hell is there, can't it be that I built a spaceship?"

Pei Bin stopped talking. It never occurred to him that the workers around him were also paying attention to him.

Jiang Yang said while drawing the pattern: "I guess Xiao Pei doesn't even know that you live in the unit next door to his house"

Several other zombies turned their heads to look at Pei Bin at the same time, and suddenly laughed when they saw his blank expression: "Hahaha, Xiao Pei really doesn't know, you are too miserable, old Wang."

Pei Bin scratched his head in embarrassment, looked at Wang Zhe who was standing not far from him, but he had no impression of him, and said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I really didn't pay attention."

Wang Zhe waved his hand: "Forget it, we have seen something new if you can walk out of the house. Should we go to a beer hall to have a drink at night? Brother Yang doesn't have any good beer."

Jiang Yang nodded: "Don't talk about beer, I don't even have normal wine, but there are enough coolant and fuel pipes"

Wang Zhe wailed: "Forget it, Brother Yang, that thing is a disaster for zombies who have repaired their taste system. Last time I had a drink at your place, I saved half a year's salary to restore the taste system to normal."

Jiang Yang put the drawn energy card on the conveyor belt: "I reminded you, you must taste the taste of the coolant yourself."

Looking at the few people chatting and joking, Pei Bin suddenly realized that he had never seen Jiang Yang in this state before.

In this factory that runs non-stop every day, he is no longer the leader in the windless tavern who can summon countless zombies to respond with one order, nor is he the predator who doesn't know the upper limit of his strength.

At this time, Jiang Yang is like a familiar old worker, chatting with his co-workers while working, discussing the Federation's Mecha Fighting Competition, and how to spend some spare money to buy a piece of watermelon as summer is approaching eat.

He was so sincere that Pei Bin couldn't tell which one was Jiang Yang.

Feeling his gaze, Jiang Yang raised his head and asked, "Did you save a lot of money after staying at home for so many years?"

Several other zombies also looked at Pei Bin curiously. He shook his head: "It took a lot of money to repair the taste, and I also lent a lot to my friends."

Wang Zhe yelled: "You still have spare money to lend to your friends. Damn, I'm going to be an otaku from tomorrow!"

On the other side, a zombie asked, "Why tomorrow?"

Wang Zhe replied without raising his head: "Because tonight is the group match, so I can't watch such a beautiful game at home."

The zombie who asked the question gave him a middle finger: "The Mech Fighting Competition will take three months to end, and you are still an otaku."

Wang Zhe muttered and said, "That's why I said tomorrow. Anyway, for us, what is the difference between one day and three months?"

A group of people chatted and worked, and Pei Bin gradually got involved.

Although he has been staying at home for so many years, he spends more than ten hours surfing the Internet every day, and knows all kinds of gossip and anecdotes about the Federation like the back of his hand.

Jiang Yang didn't get involved, and worked while listening, but was taken aback when he picked up a new alloy plate. He carefully felt the surface of the alloy plate with his fingers, and lightly touched it with his little finger without any trace. Swipe it lightly.

He sighed silently at the touch from his fingertips, and then drew patterns on it as usual.

There is a problem with this alloy plate!

Putting the drawn energy card on the conveyor belt, and seeing the green light on the detector at Pei Bin's place, Jiang Yang stretched his head to look at the reading again.

Integrity: 99.6%

Pei Bin didn't think much of it. After all, zombie workers draw patterns by hand, so some small deviations are normal. Generally speaking, as long as the integrity can exceed 95%, it is considered a qualified product, and if it exceeds 97%, it is already a high-quality product. up.

But Jiang Yang's eyes flashed a trace of solemnity.

Others don't know, but he is very clear that there is no deviation in the pattern he drew, and the reason why he failed to reach the 99.9% detection limit is because of a problem with that board.

I silently kept this matter in my heart, reached out and took the next piece to feel it, and drew again after confirming that there was no problem.

"drop"

In the tiny sound, the newly drawn energy card passed the inspection, the integrity: 99.9%

When Pei Bin saw that number, he said with emotion: "Brother Yang's hand is still so steady."

Wang Zhe responded immediately: "Do you think Brother Yang's sack model worker title came through the back door?"

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "It's okay with that, I just spent a little more money on repairing the muscles, and it's the same if you can repair them to my level."

The zombie next to him curled his lips and said nothing. Why haven't they tried to completely repair the body, but they couldn't reach Jiang Yang's terrifying stability at all.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the bell rang, and the day's work was over. Jiang Yang followed the zombies and left the factory.

After walking down a street, I saw Lao Jiu standing next to the car on the side of the road, and saw Jiang Yang wave his hand: "Mr. Jiang, Mayor Fan would like to invite you to sit at home."

Jiang Yang nodded, and then looked at Pei Bin next to him: "You go to class first, if you want to find Wang Zhe and the others, Xiao Feng will send you there then."

Pei Bin, who had chatted all day long, also wanted to taste the beer, so he nodded and continued walking towards the Windless Tavern.

Jiang Yang got into the car and went to the city center. When passing by a factory, he casually asked, "Has there been any change in the purchase price of steel recently?"

Lao Jiu shook his head: "No change."

Jiang Yang didn't ask anymore, but he knew very well in his heart that the question he had worried about for more than ten years finally appeared.

When he was approaching Longyin's residential area, he suddenly asked, "What did those two people say?"

Lao Jiu sighed and said: "Those two guys are indeed from Base City No. [-], but they are not serious people."

He drove the car across a street before continuing: "They work as thugs for a nightclub, and they are considered to be well-known. This time they came to our city to take over the job of the nightclub owner."

After thinking for a while, he quickly added: "The situation in Base City No. [-] is also quite complicated, let's sit down and talk slowly later."

Jiang Yang nodded. There were no zombies in Base No. [-], and it was related to Luo Jincheng, so he didn't know much about the situation there.

But thinking of the yellow-green liquid that Lu Renjia vomited out this morning, Jiang Yang looked puzzled.

If he is really a famous person, how can he eat the cheapest food like nutrient solution?

37 One cry, two troubles, three up...

Longyin Residential Area, the high-end residence in the core area of ​​the No.11 base city, is also the safest place in the entire base city.

The villa of House No. 800 is located in the middle of the residential area, only [-] meters away from the security forces.

Because it is specially provided for the mayor to live in, it is not completely regarded as Fan Zishan's personal assets.

Because of this, it is not a place of carved beams and painted buildings.

However, judging from the current situation, this place can be regarded as the most luxurious residence in the entire NO.11 base city.

Fan Zishan stood at the gate, and came up to Jiang Yang immediately after Lao Jiu helped Jiang Yang open the door.

"Mr. Jiang worked hard"

Jiang Yang shook hands with him: "I have nothing hard to do, but I didn't expect to disturb Mayor Fan's business."

Fan Zishan shook his head immediately: "It's not a serious matter, I was planning to chat with someone, and came back quickly when I heard something was wrong at home."

Having said that, he took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Yang very formally: "Thank you Mr. Jiang for reminding me, I was really anxious in the morning."

Jiang Yang smiled: "Mayor Fan doesn't blame me for speaking hard."

Fan Zishan followed Jiang Yang into the room: "How can you blame Mr. Jiang, I just hope that Mr. Jiang can give more pointers in the future."

The two came to the living room. Although Jiang Yang didn't need to eat, Fan Zishan arranged for someone to help prepare the meals, but he stopped after Jiang Yang made it clear that he didn't need it.

After the cook left, there were only three people left in the room.

Lao Jiu poured tea for the two of them and sat aside, while Fan Zishan took the initiative to ask, "I wonder what Mr. Jiang would like to drink?"

Jiang Yang shrugged: "My taste system hasn't been repaired, so it doesn't matter what I drink, just drink tea."