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Chapter 243 Get out! (Fourth update!)

The "installer" closest to the workbench lowered his head, raised his right hand unconsciously, opened his five fingers, closed them, opened them again, and closed them again!

Hand over tools?

As a top student in science and engineering at the University of California, he is the darling of the school!

When I entered the CIA, I also relied on my own abilities to get to where I am today step by step!

During this time, he worked a lot of jobs!

But never has a job been as humiliating as today!

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and looked squarely at the Dragon Nation man in front of him.

He is about 1.68 meters tall, and the shoes on his feet make him taller!

From the analysis of the exposed skin, he is about 32 years old and bald!

There is a problem with male hormone secretion!

Average looking!

He is just a very ordinary Dragon Country man!

Why should such a person ask me to hand you tools?

Screaming countless times in his heart, he asked in a low voice: "What did you want me to do? Please say it again!"

"Pass the tools! Pass the tools!" The somewhat bald engineer spread his hands helplessly, then raised his right hand and scratched his head hard.

He turned around and greeted the translator behind him.

"Come here and tell them that with their technical level, they can only hand over tools! Don't even think about anything else!"

"Also, tell them, if they like it, pass it, if they don't, go away. He won't pass it, but some people will pass it!"

"If I don't have him as Butcher Zhang, can I still eat pigs with hair on them?"

After the bald engineer finished speaking, he turned around and continued working in front of the additive manufacturing equipment.

The accountant who just came over and read what he said was also stunned!

Because the two people just spoke Mandarin, and they both had accents, it can be said to be very authentic!

Why let yourself translate?

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then clapped his hands together with an expression that said, "I understand." He raised his hand and pointed at the door: "Get out!"

As soon as the fluent Mandarin words were spoken, the busy engineer stopped, rubbed his head with his right hand, and began to doubt himself.

I wonder if I just said the wrong thing!

The "installation workers" who could understand were also stunned.

After being stunned for two or three seconds, the whole person rushed forward like a tiger out of the cage, but he was fast, and his companion behind him was faster!

With quick eyes and quick hands, I grabbed him and persuaded him to calm down!

But this "installer" was still struggling hard and roaring loudly: "Don't pull me! I will risk my life today! I will beat him to death too!"

"I've lived for so many years! This is the first time someone dares to talk to me like this! Beat him to death, and America won't be punished anyway!"

Hearing this, my companion let go!

The "installer's" body instantly lost its restraint strength, and his whole body suddenly jumped forward and fell to the ground.

He slowly raised his head to look at his companions and asked, "Why don't you hold me?"

"Didn't you say you're not afraid?" His companion responded, walked to other workstations, and concentrated on handing over the tools.

Not long after, the words of instruction from the old masters rang out in the factory.

"This screw must be tightened 7 turns first, and then turned back half a turn. No more, no less!"

"You ask why this equipment is all written with Chinese characters? Of course the equipment we produce uses Chinese characters!"

"Why are all the instructions omitted? Because those things are normal common sense!"

"You mean this part? This is a trade secret, so it's normal to omit it!"

"Is there an English version? Wait a minute, I'll make a call!"

“The boss said he couldn’t afford a translator, so there was no English version of the instruction manual!”

"By the way, it's time! We are people with a very accurate sense of time! So, everyone pack your things and get off work!"

Night falls.

Whiteman was grabbed by Dormer and dragged into the factory. The two of them carried flashlights and carefully avoided the neatly arranged tool boxes on the ground. Standing in front of the additive manufacturing equipment.

After walking around the main workbench and turning to the front again, Domo asked in a low voice: "Is this a 100-nanometer level additive manufacturing equipment?"

Whiteman raised his flashlight, and the white beam of light shone on the name on the front of the device. On the green-painted shell, there was a number - 100.

Then, his emotional words sounded:

"This one is 100 nanometers. The only one we can get is this level! For this equipment, I asked Lin Yu to hang around the KTV for more than half a month!"

"There are also people who have passed the test. Those guys didn't even say anything, they just rubbed their hands!"

"But this is all in the past!"

"There are five 5mX5m workbenches in total. Together with other equipment, they are enough to manufacture some special parts!"

"The one from Ability Co., Ltd. occupies more than half of the car..."

At this point, Whiteman stopped speaking, glanced around, opened his hands to make gestures, and continued:

"That workshop is even bigger than this one!"

"When it moves, it's terrifying!"

Listening to Whiteman's words, Dormer held the flashlight and turned around, looking over the factory.

As the director of the CIA, he has seen a lot of high-tech equipment!

However, I have never seen equipment half the size of this factory!

At this moment, he just wanted to ask, doesn’t pre-production technology be required to manufacture these devices?

But after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a question.

Because the person in front of me is just a businessman!

The identity of a spy was too far away from him. If he asked, he probably wouldn't be able to tell anything!

After looking at it for a while, Domo continued to ask: "Speaking of which, there shouldn't be any backdoors installed on these devices, right?"

Hearing this, Whiteman retracted his gaze, turned to look at Thomas, and asked seriously: "I said no, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" Domo shook his head and turned his attention to the device again. This time, it was the device's console.

America likes to do this the most!

As the director of the CIA, he is even more comfortable doing this kind of thing, and he can do it at his fingertips!

To convince yourself that there is no backdoor in this device?

Are you kidding me?

But it doesn’t matter, these devices will be inspected thoroughly before use!

And even if you use it, it's a local area network, so you don't have to worry about anyone leaking your information!

At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded beside the two of them.

"Mr. Whiteman, what are you doing here?"

The sudden sound startled the two of them, and the two cunning guys grasped the guns and turned around almost at the same time!

With a flashlight sweep, I could clearly see the person behind me!

Wang Hu!

Withdrawing the pistol without leaving a trace, Whiteman patted his chest and asked, "No, aren't you up in the middle of the night?"

"I want to watch and prevent your workers from coming in!"

"I know your boss so well, why are you still worried about this? Am I the one who needs that little money?"

"You are familiar with the boss, but you are not familiar with me!"

"Forget it, forget it! Let's go!" Whiteman pushed Domo out with an unlucky look. Behind them, Wang Hu tilted his head and watched them leave.

The moment the two disappeared at the door, Wang Hu collapsed completely!

"Phew - it is indeed the dream of a gunfight with 300 million mice. I have seen more guns in the past few days than I have seen in the past 20 years!"

(End of this chapter)