It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

"Don't dream about it, okay?" Zhou Zhezhi patted one of the trucks and told Boss Cheng: "The things on the truck are all prepared for building an airport outside your hotel that can take off and land long-range large aircraft."

But the boss of Kecheng said: "The outside of the 6th floor is so flat, do you still need to build more?"

"Yes, so the workload is not large. Just shovel snow, remove ice, level the road, paint a few reflective lines, lay some navigation lights, and build a control tower that doesn't have to be too high. For the power supply problem, we can rely on a mobile palladium reactor. It won't be a problem for three to two years."

"Oh! What's in that SUV surrounded by a bunch of other cars?" Boss Cheng pointed to the end of the convoy, "It looks like something very important."

"It's very important! That thing will be the data processing center of the end world for a long time in the future!"

Zhou Zhezhi took Boss Cheng to the heavily guarded SUV and let him look through the glass at the three large square boxes in the car.

"The X550 quantum computer was developed by the Micro Quantum Research Institute in December last year. They did a really good job of keeping it secret. Before they built these three prototypes, the top leaders didn't even know about it.

They said that thanks to the avionics system on your helicopter, they were inspired to shrink the quantum computer from the size of a garage to the size of a printer. They also said that when the machine is officially mass-produced, they will give you one to play games with! "

"So, I can't touch it yet?" Boss Cheng pointed at the X550 prototype quantum computer through the glass and asked, "I can only look at it through the glass."

"Yes, it is still top secret for now."

"But now that you've shouted it out loud, how can it still be a secret?"

"Don't be afraid. Everyone here has signed the UNSC's highest confidentiality agreement. As for you, Comrade Cheng, haha!" Zhou Zhezhi suddenly laughed, "Sorry, we basically don't treat you as a human being... as an ordinary human being."

Boss Cheng: ...

Fortunately, Boss Cheng is self-aware and knows that he has already deviated from the category of normal human beings in any aspect. After all, a normal child would never complete the whole process of puberty development before the age of 12, undergo body modification, and die on the battlefield at the age of 13.

So after showing an awkward but polite smile, Boss Cheng was taken back to the school playground by Zhou Zhezhi.

"We've brought you five truckloads of instant noodles this time, which should be enough for you to sell for a while. But we hope that your business in Teyvat will flourish."

"Are you in a hurry to get Mora?"

"Yes, I am anxious to get Mora." Zhou Zhezhi did not deny it and said frankly: "The metals contained in Mora are very magical. The materials scientists in the laboratory believe that these metals may be the key to enabling humans to achieve superconductivity at room temperature at this stage."

Hearing this, Boss Cheng skipped the possible politeness that followed and told Zhou Zhezhi directly: "But I don't want anything for the time being."

"I knew it..." Zhou Zhezhi took off his military cap, scratched his scalp, and said to himself: "It's really difficult to deliver something even if you want to."

"But I want to go to Sichuan and pet giant pandas."

"Eh?"

"I want to kiss a giant panda, Denise wants to kiss a red panda, Yuli and Chihu want to rub the belly of a Siberian tiger, and the Ise family didn't say anything, but they must kiss some animal, too."

"Kiss a panda? Rub the belly of a Siberian tiger?" Zhou Zhe asked directly, "Are you sure you just want to kiss and rub, not pet it?"

"Can it still be raised?" Boss Cheng's eyes lit up when he heard this.

But Zhou Zhezhi shook his head.

"No, at least not at this stage."

"Then can you arrange some kissing and kneading for us?"

"This will take some time because it involves the hassle of communicating with the local authorities. Apart from these small matters, is there anything else you need?"

Boss Cheng waved his hand and said, "I'd be grateful if you could help me find a few drivers to deliver the instant noodles to Mondstadt."

When Zhou Zhezhi heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he promised: "If you need it in the future, we will always send drivers to deliver goods for you."

"Forget it!" Boss Cheng waved his hand and told Zhou Zhezhi, "That world has gods, monsters, and hillbillies. That kind of weird world is not suitable for ordinary people in our technological world. But if Mond is really out of stock, I might really need you to provide a driver!"

After that, Boss Cheng called Paimon and Traveler and asked them to get on one of the cars full of instant noodles to see if they could drive the car away.

Just like what was said in the previous chapters, the traveler's car drove very smoothly. However, Paimon's short legs could not reach the brake and accelerator. If she didn't squat on the chair, her legs would be suspended between the seat and the floor.

"How about..." Boss Cheng looked at Paimeng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, furious and helpless, and asked Zhou, "Is there a special vehicle specially prepared for people with leg disabilities that can be operated entirely by hand?"

Zhou nodded and answered, "Yes, there are. But it's not common now."

"Take a look, how about..." Boss Cheng said with a little Paimon: "Can we buy her one of those..."

suddenly!

Paimon flew straight out of the cab, shouting as he flew: "Paimon doesn't want a disabled car! Paimon wants to drive a big truck!"

The drivers of the trucks nearby exclaimed in surprise when they saw Paimon chasing Boss Cheng and Zhou Zhe around the playground.

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0097 So you were talking about Landlord!

UNSC has always maintained the "master-apprentice system" relationship in the training of talents in the aviation industry. One master leads one apprentice, and the tradition continues from generation to generation. Many excellent experiences and skills are inherited, developed and improved from generation to generation through this relationship.

On a truck, Master Zhang Dapeng sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed. Apprentice Zhang Peng, who was in charge of driving the truck, was wearing headphones, humming and looking at Little Paimeng, whose legs could not reach the ground, in the car next to him.

Suddenly, Little Paimeng flew out of the cab and headed straight for Boss Cheng. Zhang Peng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stared at the scene in amazement, and then quickly patted the master beside him.

"Hey, hey, hey, Master, look, look! The child is flying!"

The master suddenly woke up, and before he could open his mouth to scold his apprentice for being so startled, he saw the big-headed doll chasing Boss Cheng.

"Oh, it's flying pretty fast!"

"Hey, look! Master! He's caught up, he's caught up!"

"Wow! With such a big body, you can do a 720-degree turn in the air and a roll after landing?"

"What happened to the little girl? Her nose seems to be bleeding."

Master Zhang Dapeng laughed and said to his apprentice Zhang Peng: "Now you know it's worth it, ultra-low altitude flying is extremely risky. People who can fly by themselves have already won the championship, let alone those of us who have to rely on machines to fly."

Apprentice Zhang Peng exclaimed with a smile: "This place is amazing. No wonder we have to sign a confidentiality agreement before leaving."

"Just sign it. You'll have a lot of tasks to sign non-disclosure agreements in the future."

"Hey, Master! Do you think the place we are in now is our own Area 51 of the UNSC?"

"Come on, Zhang Peng. Can you be more imaginative?"

"Master, if this wasn't Area 51, why would the higher-ups let us, who fly fighter jets, drive trucks? We just flew the J20 last year! If there weren't some special circumstances, wouldn't our resources be downgraded?"

"Zhang Peng! You are such a chatterbox!"

"No, Master. I just said some random words."

"What are you talking about? Shut up and get ready for the mission!"

The fact is indeed as Zhang Dapeng said, they will always deal with confidential tasks in the future. Because they are about to become the resident pilots of the 6th floor airport of the end world, flying until the exploration of the end world is completed and the Taoyuan plan is officially launched. And Zhang Peng will also be trained as a backbone pilot for a series of plans in the future.

That’s right, this is the Zhang Peng you think he is.

Zhang Peng, born in 1999, just graduated from UNSC's Aeronautics and Astronautics University the year before last and officially became a fighter pilot. In November 23, he just participated in the J11 fighter jet driving course, but at the beginning of 20, he was "demoted" to a truck driver.

But the boy also knew that the higher-ups would not make him sign a confidentiality agreement with his master just because he was demoted from a plane pilot to a truck driver. At least ordinary instant noodle delivery missions would not use precious fighter pilots, nor would they sign any confidentiality agreements, and it was even more impossible to see a big-headed kid with a bleeding nose while flying.

So, when the convoy set off, Zhang Peng and his master Zhang Dapeng understood why they had to sign an additional confidentiality agreement than others.

Because the place where they were driving was actually in a different world!

"This place is so poor, how come there isn't even a gravel road? But the environment is quite good, with trees everywhere. With all this greenery, there will definitely be no sandstorms in spring and autumn."

Master Zhang Dapeng impatiently taught his apprentice: "Can you be quiet for a while? When I first accepted you, I thought you were a chatterbox. After you got on the plane, I found that you are even more chatterbox. Now you don't drive a plane, but you drive a truck. Why are you still so chatterbox?"

"It's not that I'm bored driving, I'm just afraid of getting sleepy!"

"Your mouth is broken like this, can you sleep?"

But to be honest, the road from Mr. Cheng's restaurant to Mond City was actually in good condition at first. Although there were no decent cobblestone roads or gravel roads, at least there was no pure off-road condition. Who says that dirt roads are not roads? What's more, they were driving 8*8 off-road trucks that were king on unpaved roads.

However, the 300-kilometer journey from Boss Cheng to Mond City was not smooth sailing. At least a smooth journey would not have allowed you to encounter masked bandits who blocked your way.

The traveler who was in charge of leading the way was a little confused, and the drivers and co-drivers in other cars were even more confused. After all, it was a different era now, and there were no more traditional robbers with knives, guns, sticks and clubs.

The officer sitting in the passenger seat of the traveler rolled down the window, took out his pistol and shot at the robbers' feet. But these inexperienced robbers had no idea that the black iron in the officer's hand could kill people. So instead of retreating, they pressed forward towards the convoy eagerly.

Then, the traveler took out the stun grenade given to him by Boss Cheng from his backpack, silently rolled down the window, pulled the safety pin of the stun grenade, and threw it through the window into the group of robbers in front of the car.

A second and a half later, there was a loud bang, and the robbers in front of the car staggered and fell. Some of them knelt down and vomited, while others covered their eyes and shouted "I can't see".

The robbers who were not shocked fled in a hurry, leaving their companions who were blinded and knocked unconscious lying in the middle of the road, writhing and wailing.

However, just when the convoy thought the danger was over, three gangsters rushed out from the hillside holding explosives and prepared to throw them at the convoy.

When the co-driver in the other car saw this, he picked up the rifle from the weapon rack and aimed at the gangster who was about to throw explosives.

After a few gunshots, the gangsters fell to the ground. The explosives in their hands exploded beside them. So these gangsters were killed by the explosives they had ignited.

The UNSC officers who were driving couldn't help but sigh, "This is such a poor and barren place."

From then on, the caravan arrived at Mondstadt unimpeded. Seeing the large iron carts loaded with goods parked next to the travelers' warehouses, some merchants were excited, some began to calculate the cost, some ran to inform their partners, and others were secretly annoyed.

Because the travelers' caravan successfully arrived, it means that some people have failed halfway. The money spent is equivalent to being wasted, and it is not an exaggeration to say that "all the money has been lost".

There are a lot of instant noodles this time, so it is impossible for them to be sold out in such a short time like last time.

Zhang Peng and his master helped the travelers unload the car, and drove back to Boss Cheng without even a sip of water. The UNSC officer who was in charge of escorting the travelers also squeezed into their car, and took out a bottle of water from the storage box of the co-pilot seat and drank it by himself.

Zhang Peng, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, also handed his master a bottle of mineral water and very considerately unscrewed the cap for him. After his master took a few gulps of the water bottle, he sighed and said, "If the discipline didn't forbid it, I would really like to eat something in that medieval castle."

The master glanced at his apprentice and asked him with a smile: "Do you have money from that place?"

“That’s true.” Zhang Peng consoled himself: “In fact, it’s better not to eat or drink, which can effectively avoid cross infection. Who knows if we still have COVID-19? If we get infected by others, our country will be destroyed!”

"Hiss!" Zhang Dapeng rolled his eyes at his apprentice, "Are you going to start again, kid?"

"It hasn't started yet, it hasn't started yet! Can't I just listen to music?" After saying that, Zhang Peng put on his Bluetooth headphones and listened to music by himself.

In the evening, the convoy returned to the hotel and saw that the restaurant had already opened for dinner. The comrades who were transporting supplies to the airport filled the restaurant of the small restaurant. They could only wait with the other worlds, waiting for others to finish eating and vacate the seats before it could be their turn.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Zhezhi introduced 9 pilots who would be stationed at the airport on the 6th floor of the terminal in the future. When Zhang Peng took the initiative to introduce himself, Boss Cheng could tell at once that the young pilot's hometown must be not far from Hualin City.

"Of course not. My home is in Zhugongling. If I drive from my boss's place, I can get home in three o'clock."

"No wonder!" The boss laughed, "You sound like someone from Spring City."

"Come on!" Zhang Peng corrected Boss Cheng: "Zhugongling is Zhugongling. Even if our place is swallowed up by Chuncheng, Zhugongling will always be Zhugongling of Zhugongling."

Even Zhou Zhezhi echoed, "Indeed, during the quarantine two years ago, Chuncheng did something really unkind."

"That's not good! Before the quarantine, Lord Ridge was an inseparable part of Spring City. But when the quarantine started, who are you, Lord Ridge? Can the source of infection die farther away?"

Boss Cheng also laughed and said, "If you want to blame someone, blame it on your location being too close to the provincial capital and too far from the capital."

Zhang Peng nodded in agreement and said jokingly, "Let me tell you, the only obstacle to Chuncheng's annexation of Meihe is that Liaoheyuan is too poor. If Liaoheyuan could be a little richer, that place would not exist!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Peng was slapped by his master.

"You kid, do you still have any organization and discipline? What are you doing?"

"Let's talk about the evil provincial capital!"

"The provincial capital is not evil at all, so why should we talk about it?"

In fact, this might be a way for Zhang Dapeng to protect his apprentice. After all, Commissioner Zhou is in a high position and the restaurant owner is even more powerful. If Zhang Peng says something wrong, I'm afraid it will affect him for the rest of his life.

So Zhang Peng was pulled away by his master and continued to wait in line for his meal. Zhou Zhe walked straight outside the restaurant and reported today's work to the leader of the UNSC General Staff Headquarters over the phone.

Looking at the crowded restaurant, Mr. Cheng said, "It seems that the restaurant is still too small!"

But Denise said, "If it gets any bigger, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it with just the two of us."

"Maybe, I have to think about finding another reliable chef."

"Yeah." Denise also agreed, "Otherwise, with just the two of us, I would be exhausted to death even if I used my shadow clones."

"Shadow clones?" Boss Cheng thought for a moment and asked Denise, "How many shadow clones can you create at most?"

"At most seven. If there are more, it's not that I can't do it, but that the technique can't be performed. I heard that Konoha has the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique, but I haven't learned it, and I haven't even seen it."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"What have you tried?" Denise asked.

"Just playing poker with your own shadow clone or something?"

"Snapped!"

Denise slapped Boss Cheng on the back.

"Hateful! You rascal! What are you thinking about!"

But Boss Cheng looked at Denise in confusion and asked her, "How am I a hooligan? I saw you, Qianhu and Fuso playing Landlord when you were free, so I asked you if you were secretly practicing card skills with your shadow clone. Why did you hit me?"