"Okay, okay, I can't say you can do it, right? Since you agreed, what should you do? Let's do it?"

"Don't mess with me with those useless things. If I can handle this, I will use you? Let's draw aside and say how to cooperate with you. Get it done early and let's go home early!"

"Okay, I like your pleasure! The requirement is very simple. Don't come out before I get this big guy. After all, this kind of thing requires concentration, and one eye will affect my work efficiency."

“…”

The second personality really couldn't find any fault with this proposal, but he just didn't want to agree from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't have my body, do you want my bottom line? I don't have any doors. Besides, I'll see if you use one of your eyes very smoothly? If there is any omission, I can still watch it for you."

"You help me?"

Wu Dong didn't laugh, and at this moment he had only alertness.

Walking silently to the machine, Wu Dong pointed to a component and said, "What is this? What is it for?"

"Forehead......"

The right eye stared at the thing Wu Dong pointed out for a long time, and then the second personality said hesitantly: "Looking...it looks like a joint...it should be used to turn it? Damn, are you questioning me? Yes, you must be questioning my authority!"

Listening to the angry roar of the second personality, Wu Dong was relieved.

After all, compared to a second personality who can smell and cover it, this answer now can reassure Wu Dong.

[Ho... I'm still a second-hand man after all!]

After breathing a sigh of relief, Wu Dong slowly spoke: "Brother, I am convinced of you! What can you do for me like this? Will you make trouble?

Let me do this, I will change the request. Is it okay to give me an hour every day? This is my final concession. If I can’t reach an agreement, you will be a little pretentious!"

“One hour…”

After earnest persuasion, the second personality was still moved.

"Then...well, just...that's an hour!"

"Well, a gentleman's word!"

"It's hard to chase after all!"

Regarding the one-hour windproof time every day, Wu Dong and Di Personality reached an oral agreement.

But Wu Dong's heart was like a mirror.

Go home early?

This can also fool the second personality into being short of stock.

Anyway, Wu Dong didn't give any hope for this.

[Let me first see what this game should be!]

As he said that, Wu Dong began to look at the huge machine in front of him.

Ten meters long, ten meters wide, and ten meters high.

There is no explanation for length and width, only the last height makes Wu Dong feel that he might have misunderstood before.

Ten meters high is just a rough estimate by Wu Dong.

As for ten meters, it was just because the height of the laboratory was about ten meters. However, after careful observation, Wu Dong found that there should be a large part of the machine in front of him, which he did not see.

【Is it a rocket launcher?】

In this situation, Wu Dong immediately became confused.

After all, before he was about to leave for Anya, Wu Dong started to work on the Skynet plan of the black technology company.

The most important part of the Skynet plan is to launch a batch of satellites to the earth's orbit to form a satellite network that can cover the entire planet.

So even if you don’t have the ability to peek at the Big Universe Technology Tree, with those design drawings that you remember, Wu Dong can be said to be half an expert in Rockets.

[No, too many things don't match, this shouldn't be a Rocket. But if it weren't a Rocket, what exactly is it? It seems that I've never seen the material before!]

Looking at the dark shell, Wu Dong stretched out his right hand to touch it.

"What are you doing!"

Only then did Wu Dong's right hand show signs of touch, and an extremely excited voice vibrated Wu Dong's eardrums.

"Damn! My ears!"

The second personality was also scared by the sound.

Turning his head, Wu Dong saw an old black man running towards him with anger on his face.

Standing in front of Wu Dong, the old black man first made a lot of money, then asked in a slightly resentful tone: "Are you Wu Dong? The boss of the upstart technology company recently? What is your company's name?"

“Hmm?”

Wu Dong seemed very strange about the old man's problem.

Before Wu Dong could guess the identity of the black old man, Cam came late. He introduced to Wu Dong: "This is Professor Mail. Mail Jackson. Professor Mail has always been hosting this project."

【Oh, no wonder!】

After listening to Kam's introduction to Professor Mail, Wu Dong immediately realized something.

If you steal someone’s job, you won’t be able to do it yet...

etc!

Miel Jackson?

Hearing this name, Wu Dong immediately widened his eyes and stared at Professor Maier in front of him in confusion.

"You are Professor Mail? It shouldn't be! I remember Professor Mail had already... five years ago..."

After saying this, Wu Dong turned his doubtful eyes to Kam again.

Miel Jackson, a famous American scientist, has made outstanding contributions to physics, chemistry, and engineering mechanics.

Once upon a time, Wu Dong had to make up for physics for a while because of his weak performance in physics and had even reached the passing line.

It happened that Miel Jackson had a lecture at the University of Manhattan at that time, and Wu Dong got involved with the idea of ​​being a living person.

After a lecture, Wu Dong not only benefited a lot, but also felt a little admiration for Miel Jackson.

And the old black man standing in front of Wu Dong at this moment,

What do you mean?

He is even younger than Professor Maier, who Wu Dong saw from afar at the lecture.

You know, Miel Jackson was already 72 years old.

Five years,

77 years old.

But the black old man in front of Wu Dong looked like he was in his early sixties and was not even yet. He had no twilight energy all over his body. Instead, he had a unique strong temperament of a middle-aged man, which was obviously caused by the secretion of male hormones in the country.

This is simply a counterintuitive thing.

"Mr. Mail, this is the Excellency Wu Dong whom I told you before. In the future, he will be responsible for all the scheduling of this project. Please believe that Mr. Wu Dong has this strength."

After saying that, Kam turned around and left, without explaining anything more to Wu Dong and Kam. It seemed that he didn't care whether the two could live in peace.

"snort!"

Miel Jackson didn't argue with Cam's words. However, his disdainful expression had already shown his mentality at the moment.

Look left,

Quiet again,

Under Miel Jackson's almost fire-breathing gaze, Wu Dong finally confirmed that the old black man in front of him seemed to be the professor Miel in his memory.

"Have you seen enough?"

Professor Maier was naturally very angry when he looked at it like an ornamental object.

But facing Professor Maier's almost fiery gaze, Wu Dong grabbed Professor Maier's hand and said excitedly: "It's considered to be a real person! Professor Maier, I have always admired you very much. I wonder if you still remember your speech at the University of Manhattan five years ago? I was also there at that time."

"University of Manhattan?"

It seemed that Wu Dong's words had evoked memories, and Professor Miel also smelled suspiciously: "Are you a student at the University of Manhattan?"

“No, no…”

He shook his head quickly and Wu Dong explained: "I slipped in. But I swear to God that it was also out of my desire for knowledge. Also, your lecture was of great help to me. It can be said that without you, I would not be today."

Wu Dong's words did not have any compliments, they were really from the heart.

You know, Wu Dong's physics score had reached C- at the beginning. If it weren't for Professor Maier's lecture, Wu Dong would have probably been resigned or even fired.

From the bottom of my heart, Wu Dong is really grateful to Miel Jackson.

As the saying goes, don't hit people with smiley faces,

Although Wu Dong had only heard Professor Maier's lecture once, his sincere appearance could barely treat Wu Dong as half of his student...

A smile finally appeared on his dark face.
To be continued...