Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 92: Shang Lu is a strange man

Four hundred tons of TC17 two-phase titanium alloy plates were tied under gray waterproof cloth and slowly transported into Workshop 112 via the track. The people in the Operation Office lined up neatly on the platform, solemnly and respectfully saluting them. The trains slid into the tunnel section by section. Li Wenxuan retracted his eager gaze and at the same time retracted his previous judgment that Shang Lu was a waste. Wang Xiangbing clenched his fists, tears in his eyes, and clenched his teeth. Others thought he was just like someone who had found a sweet dew after a long drought and was unable to suppress his excitement when he was given a pillow. Little did they know that this eight-foot-tall man was silently crying for his beloved director - to be able to get so many scarce resources, the director... the director had made such a great sacrifice!
When you get old, you will be slapped by the caregiver!

"Can the director come back intact?" Zhang Zhong asked hesitantly, "Even if we kill all the people in the Operation Office, we still can't get so many things in return."

"He might be torn into pieces by being played with." Bai Shu whistled, "Don't you think that the giant machine driver... Wei Mao, is an extremely repressed pervert?"

"In your words, he will eventually use a 400-meter-high giant cock to pierce the earth, so is it strange that he is suppressing himself now? It's a matter of suppressing first and then praising himself." Zhang Zhong said.

"What do you mean by 'put it in my words'?" Bai Shu turned around and pointed at his nose and asked, "When did I say that?"

"Aren't you the one who fiercely criticized the bad taste and strong male reproductive worship of Longdi Stangang of the Bharat Brahma Temple, President Ji?" Zhang Zhong said.

"Yes...it's me." The little girl was stunned, "But am I that vulgar?"

The three grown men were silent for a while and nodded in unison.

It's even more vulgar than this.

Bai Shu is the first person in 151 to compare "Bharat Brahma Temple Dragon Emperor Stangang" to a huge cock. Of course, she is not so elegant sometimes. She calls it a big Xba.

The workers in workshop 112 waved signal lights and worked in an orderly manner.

After picking up waste for so long, the operators who were used to being poor could not figure out where these 400 tons of titanium alloy were squeezed out from the ground despite their racking their brains. Human society seemed to be at the end of its rope, yet also seemed unfathomable. In the words of Wang Xiangbing, if they saw a can outside, they would want to steal it back. When had they ever fought such a rich war?

Shang Lu couldn't get the resources no matter how hard he tried, but Wei Mao got it done with just one word. Even Li Wenxuan sighed - you still need a backer.

These crucial titanium alloys will be used in the joints, power systems and control systems of the giant machine "Chaofeng". As the first and possibly the only generation of all-vacuum tube computing core steam-powered anti-descent giant special operations equipment in human history, "Chaofeng" has a complete set of simulated control systems composed of hydraulics and steel cables. In order to control this complex system, "Chaofeng" requires at least five people to drive. This is the giant machine with the largest number of drivers, so the drivers of "Chaofeng" are not soaked in IRGF buffer solution. The Operation Office plans to use lead plates and titanium alloys to create a safe and sturdy cockpit.

Wang Xiangbing secretly planned to create a "Giant Machine Sentai Goranger". Becoming a member of a super team and saving the world has been his dream since he was a child.

"This batch of two-phase titanium alloy can solve the urgent problem and prevent the workshop from running idle." After Li Wenxuan finished a rough statistics, he looked down at the tablet and made some marks on the table. "But we still lack a larger amount of aluminum alloy. A large number of stamping parts in the drawings have to be made of aluminum alloy. What should we do?"

"If Shanglu suffers any more, he will have to bear the blame and bad reputation." Bai Shu said without hesitation.

"How can we just rely on the director?" Wang Xiangbing said, "We have to play a role, too."

"We would like to try hard, but our bodies are not worth the money," Bai Shu said. "Uncle, none of us can get so many things in exchange. Only the herb is the most valuable."

Shang Lu has become the most valuable property of the Caogong Office, or in other words, he owns the most valuable property of the Caogong Office.

What a strange man.

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"How many?"

Tang Di thought he had heard wrongly. He turned around with a fierce look in his eyes and stared at the new young engineer in the Planning and Engineering Office, making him feel uneasy.

"How many did you say?"

"Four...four hundred tons. Here are the approval documents."

The young engineer handed over the list tremblingly.

Tang Di only took a glance and wanted to stretch out his hands to strangle everyone in front of him. He almost roared and was about to spit fire:
"Asshole! Why the hell didn't anyone inform me!" "He...he didn't follow the approval procedures of the workshop system. There is no need to inform you. Our Planning Office and Workshop 110 have no right to interfere."

"Why didn't anyone inform me?" Tang Di couldn't hear anything. He jumped on the work platform with a thin piece of carbon paper in his hand. His voice was so loud that the whole workshop could hear it. "Asshole! Asshole! He doesn't have the authority! That's my titanium alloy! My titanium alloy——"

Tang Di yelled and banged the railing of the covered bridge with a wrench, making a "clang clang clang clang clang!" sound.

Scared away everyone on the homework platform.

That morning, Tang Di rushed into Old Man Ji's office to complain.

"Lawless! Lawless!"

Tang Di was heartbroken.

Old Man Ji was blowing his nose. He took the document and glanced at it. His eyes stayed on Wei Mao's signature for two seconds, then he leaned back in his chair.
"I can't control this."

"Mr. Ji!"

"You also know that the giant machine is under the direct jurisdiction of the Military Commission, not within the jurisdiction of the base. If you have any objections, go find the driver yourself."

Old man Ji calmly stretched out his leg and kicked the ball out of the office.

Tang Di sought help in vain. He knew that Old Man Ji was a very cunning person and that he didn't want to get involved in matters that even the Lord couldn't stop him from doing. So he had no choice but to go find Wei Mao himself.

When he found Wei Mao, the latter was still savoring the moment.

"Signed!"

Tang Di angrily slammed the note in front of Wei Mao.

The note read: "I am Tang Di, deputy chief engineer of the 151 Nanshan Support Base and director of the Computing Core Work Office. My senior identification code is GAASBCIG1047. I am unable to undertake the current work and cannot guarantee the completion of the task. I have the will but not the strength. I am willing to kill the enemy but cannot save the situation. Therefore, I resign from my superiors and request to be relieved of all my duties. I sincerely ask for the approval of the leaders."

The signature is Tang Di’s own name.

This resignation letter was typed out by Tang Di at a printing office on the way when he angrily came to Wei Mao to ask for an explanation. He was really furious. Tang Di asked himself - he had poured all his passion and hard work into Wei Mao, like a Foucault pendulum, working day and night, and worshipping this bastard like an ancestor - he quit!
If Wei Mao still had even a little bit of conscience, even a little bit of guilt, even a little bit of reason, wanted to keep me, didn't want me to resign, and couldn't sit idly by and watch 151 lose a core member, then he would have to discuss everything with me in the future, and would never be so arbitrary again -

Wei Mao lowered his head, took out a pen and signed quickly.

Tang Di's eyes slowly widened. He couldn't believe it.

Wei Mao looked at him with a dazed look, with surprise in his eyes: Didn’t you ask me to sign?

Mentally retarded.

Tang Di reached a rare consensus with Shang Lu. He thought that Shang Lu was right. At least in this matter, Shang Lu was right: Wei Mao was a mentally retarded person.

Tang Di suppressed his roar into his stomach, which made his stomach hurt. He took the resignation letter back with anger and despair, then tore it into pieces and sat down on the chair dejectedly. He should have seen it earlier. These giant machine drivers, these bastards, their brains are just a small nutshell. This nutshell may contain the mysteries of time, space and angels, or a mentally retarded child. Apart from that, they are indifferent to everything, not friends, colleagues, humans, or the whole world.

Tang Di threw the torn pieces of paper on the floor in front of Wei Mao.

My heart is towards the bright moon, and the bright moon shines on the ditch!