Super Weapon Swap System

The scholar is a tall soldier with a dangerous smell. His clothes are very thin. In this coldest season, he just wears a thin Zhongshan suit.

The scholar didn't wear a military uniform. This time he was going to travel, but if he wore a suit, it wouldn't be comfortable. So the scholar wore this Zhongshan suit. It seemed that he looked more powerful.

Qin Guan is not the head of state, so Xiang Jing and scholars around Qin Guan can't carry guns. They rely on their own hands, but their hands are enough. They are confident.

Now, the scholar took a good test paper produced by old Wu and went to the printing room of the factory.

A large factory has many supporting facilities, such as Infirmary, kindergarten and, of course, printing room.

The factory needs a lot of data, such as the drawings needed by workers for production. When the above data is allocated, only one copy will be allocated, so these need to be printed by the factory itself.

Now the printing is also very simple, that is, an ordinary mimeograph.

In the previous Anti Japanese War, the flyers of underground parties were printed through the mimeograph press. This thing is very simple. It needs to carve a piece of wax paper, spread the wax paper on the mimeograph press, and then take the roller and stick it with ink. After grinding from front to back, one will be printed.

Therefore, the mimeograph room is not big. It's just a few people at ordinary times.

Today, the scholar walked into the door of the mimeograph room, immediately pushed the door tightly and locked the door from the inside.

"I want to print a top secret document." the scholar came up with great momentum: "you guys, keep it secret for me. Whoever dares to divulge it will go to prison."

"Yes, yes." several people looked frightened and nodded in agreement.

"That's it." the scholar took out the paper given by old Wu.

A thin young man took the scholar's test paper, then took out the wax paper and wrote it with a pen on the steel plate.

The other people waited silently, and looked at the scholar with curious eyes.

A woman also wants to come and get close to the scholar.

"You are so tough. Are you cold in such a thin dress? My sister has a sweater for you." the woman said.

"Go, go, go." the scholar was most disgusted with such a woman. His hand was going to wipe himself off. It was shameless.

The scholar quickly stopped the woman, and the woman smiled and muttered, "my brother knows how shy I am. My sister is from here. I haven't seen anything."

The scholar's face was covered with dark clouds. He felt that the factory could not be saved. Who are these people? Can such people come to the factory as workers? This shameless energy, that eye, still looked straight at the scholar's lower body.

"Hey, hurry up." the scholar felt that he couldn't stay here and said to the man who engraved steel plate and wax paper.

"OK, it'll be ready in a minute. There's still one last question left," said the man.

Finally, the wax paper was engraved. The scholar watched the woman busily clean up the printing press. The wax paper was fixed three times, but it couldn't be fixed.

"What's the matter? Are you new here?" the scholar asked.

Then the scholar went up and fixed the wax paper twice.

I knew I wouldn't come here. I directly asked for a printing machine and I could print at Mr. Wu's place.

The scholar was very worried. He opened the ink cartridge, stained the oil roller with oil and began printing.

One, one.

"Turn," said the scholar.

For the mimeograph press, if you want to be fast, you'd better operate it by three people. One person in the middle is responsible for printing, the one on the left is responsible for lifting the press, and the one on the right is responsible for turning the paper.

These people, who were actually watching, strengthened the scholar's judgment. These people are just novices! I can't do anything well. I don't understand anything.

This woman, intentionally or unintentionally, kept away from her printing ink, just as she was afraid that the black printing oil would get on her. That's it, or the workers here?

Hum, these people are definitely not!

In an instant, the scholar thought of something.

This factory is really bold. It's very clever to do such crooked ways.

In that case, I'll just help them all at once.

1、 Two, three... Soon, thirty will be enough.

It only takes 20 people to go out. Now 30 copies have been printed and 10 copies are left for standby. They have just been printed and the ink is not dry. Just one roll and put the ones without oil outside.

Then, the scholar said, "dispose of this wax paper immediately. I'll go first. I'll emphasize that this paper must be kept secret. If anyone leaks it, the consequences will be very serious."

"Yes, yes, I see. We'll remove the wax paper immediately." several people were busy next to the mimeograph.

The scholar walked out slowly. Before he left, he also looked at them. They immediately lowered their heads and continued to work. It was said that it would take only a moment to remove the wax paper, but they haven't taken it down yet.

The scholar went out and closed the door.

"Go, go, go on printing!" said the woman.

"Wang Jing, can you do it?" said the wax paper carver.

"Zhang Wen, you can do it. Hurry up and get the answers from the book. Hurry up."

Zhang Wen and Wang Jing, the most intelligent women in the factory, met at the door. Wang Jing was a member of one of the gongs and drums team, where he planned to dance Yangko to welcome the leaders.

As a result, the leader put down a word and wanted to check it with his own hands.

How to check? If you call one by one to ask, there must be no time, so you just make a paper for everyone.

Wang Jing immediately thought of this. If she came out of the paper, she would certainly come to the mimeograph room to print.

So Wang Jing called Zhang Wen and ran over.

At first, in order to participate in the team traveling abroad, Wang Jing broke out and exposed all her old background. Finally, factory director Wang finally reluctantly agreed.

Wang Jing finally relies on her own efforts to travel abroad. She is very happy and wants to protect this hard won opportunity. Now, the new old man wants to drive herself away? It's not that easy!

Zhang Wen frowned: "I can't!"

Just when he was making wax paper, Zhang Wen felt that the questions in it were very troublesome. They were not in the book at all. They were made up by others. How to get the answers?

"Find someone else. Yes, find Li Yong. Li Yong will. Hurry!" Wang Jing said.

Looking for Li Yong? Zhang Wen said, "but if you want money from him, you give it?"

If you want to persuade Li Yong, money is enough, but the question is, why pay for it yourself?

"Why do you worry about money? I can sell this test paper and get at least a few hundred yuan back. Hurry up. The exam will be soon, and we'll be late." Wang Jing's brain is the most vivid.